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emsylovesherbf · 1 month ago

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Her first roommate

This story is set in a university accommodation!! And in this story this is like the first time of us meeting and we’re roommates! This is ALL FICTIONAL by the way, none of this has happened irl (i wish it did though). I also don’t bother with grammar/spelling checks because this is only dreams/stuff I think off.

The word count of it is- 2100, or to be accurate 2098

Btw guys is a smut!! And some of the content in it is- degrading, it’s a bit rough, unknown pictures/videos being taken, my bf being pervy, hmm and i don’t quite know what else to say because I don’t know a lot of that stuff T-T

Also lemme know if you would want a continuation on this or something!!

I knocked on the door hoping that someone was already in there as I can hear the tv running through the door, some kind of sport game, you can tell from all the frantic screaming of the broadcasters. I knocked again, harder, because I don’t think the girl on the other side heard. “Yeah I’m coming, i’m coming chill” A guys voice from the other side of the door was heard. “oh am i sharing with a boy??” I thought to myself, really confused as I thought that wasn’t allowed. As the door opened my suspicions were right about the person being a guy. “Ahhh you must be my new roommate!!” He said excitedly, reaching his hand out for a handshake. “Yeah I am!! My names Emmi!” I replied to him in the same manner, hoping to make the best first impression I can. “Aww that’s a super cute name, I’m Dominik. Let me help you with your bags” Dominik said whilst reaching out to grab my suitcases. Walking in behind him and closing the door he began talking to me about how he hasn’t had a roommate for a while, “Yeah it’s actually super cool to have a roommate, I haven’t had one since my friend graduated last year” He told me, I thought how that must be super boring for him though, being all alone in uni accommodation. “Annnddd this is our room, that’s your side of the bedroom” Pointing towards a plain white bed with a plain white wall to match. “Decorate it however you like just don’t mess around with my side though, if you want after you’re done setting up you can come in the living room with me and watch the boxing” Dominik offered to me. ‘At least he’s trying his hardest to make me feel comfortable’ I thought to myself, thinking how sweet he seems, hopefully we’ll be friends. “Yeah of course!! I also brought my playstion from back home… maybe I could set it up to the tv there too later?” I asked him as maybe we could play some games together and bond more. “Sure, like I said just do whatever!”

Finally i’ve finished decorating my side of the bedroom, i’ve got my pink flowery bedsheets with one matching pillow case and the other pillow is just some random spare pillow sheet I found back home. I’ve got my posters up on the wall and all my notebooks and stationary stuff on the desk at the bottom of my bed. “Wooooww your side looks pretty cool emsy!” He comment whilst leaning against the doorframe. He had this tight black shirt on that was all tight around his muscles. Seeing him like that made my tummy fill up with butterflies and make my cheeks all pink. “Oh haha thanks, it’s literally everything from my bedroom at my parent’s house. I like the nickname domsy” I said back to him, trying my hardest to match his energy and not make it seem like I had gotten all shy. He just stood there and smirked, “Well you gonna do your playstion or what?? Wanna see what kinda games you got on there” Everything he kept saying just made the butterflies even worse and made me even more shyer. “Yeah!! I’ve-I’ve got it right here!” I picked up my old ps4 and began walking towards him. Once he noticed me walking to him he turned around and went and sat down the couch. “If you need any help setting it up just ask. Oh yeah!! the plug socket is behind the desk thing that the tv is on, so you kinda gotta get down and put your arm through that gap in the middle there, you can put your ps on the shelf too where that gap is.” Offering all the help he can from just sitting down and scrolling on his phone. I placed the playstion down onto the coffee table whilst i got onto my knees so i’d be able to set it up in the little gap. Once I placed the ps4 on the little shelf like Dominik said I had to go on my hands and knees to try and fit my arm through the gap and plug it in. The whole time Dominik was watching Emmi getting down on her knees and then down on her hands and knees arching her pretty back. Watching her do all this made his cock hard. While she was distracted looking for that plug he began touching his cock through his trousers while trying to make pictures of her while she’s bent over on her knees right infront of him. “Heyyyy dominik I can’t find that plug you’re talking about do you think you could help me?” I asked still crawling around on my hands and knees moving sides to find it. “Uhhh yeah look it’s right infront of you right there” He said not wanting to have her move from this position, she was bent right in front of him, her butt facing him. He took his pictures of her, saving them for later. He decided to take a video this time, he started the video off with him rubbing his cock through his trousers for a few seconds and then standing up and walking towards her, film the girl bent over infront of him now. He placed the camera down onto the coffee table, leaning it against the square lamp. Dominik then got down onto his knees behind her and pressed his cock against her backside. He bent over ontop of her to point where the plug was, “It’s right there you silly face!!” While saying that he pushed his cock harder against her. “Oh-oh yeah I-I see it now” Emmi began stuttering as she felt what he was pressing against her now wet pussy. When she plugged her console in she pushed further against his big fat cock trying to please herself a little. But once Dominik saw her pushing herself against him he stood up. “It’s getting kinda late emsy, oh yeah!! is it okay if I call you that by the way ?” Well at least he asked because i’m not really one on nicknames other than em. “uhmmm suuuree you can..” I said my tone full of confusion, still trying to make up my mind if I like the name or not. “Well then, emsy, it’s getting kinda late maybe we should order some takeway or something” He offered to pay for the takeaway as a treat for me as it being my first day, but making sure that I pay him back for it soon though.

We were sitting on the couch right next to each other looking at his phone choosing what to order in. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened, it kept making my tummy fill up with butterflies and make my panties even more wet. But it just seems like he wasn’t even affected by any of it. “Sooo emsy what you thinking we got, pepes, mc donald’s, kfc, taco bell…” My eyes lit up at taco bell, I haven’t had that for AGES and it’s my favourite by far. “Definitely taco bell, let’s get that!! It’s my favourite omg it’s so freaking yummy!!” I suggested that, hopping up and down on the couch, hoping he’d get it for us. I saw him pressing on the taco bell selection on the app and ordering two volcano burrito boxes. “Ahhh thank you so much Dominik!!” I hugged him trying to show him how much I appreciated this act.

“Omg i’m sooo stuffed” I said falling onto my back on the couch. “Come on!! you gotta eat more emsy! you’ve still got your taco left” He said while shaking my legs. “No no I can’t!! plus that’s the worst part, I ate all my favourites” I complained with my arm resting over my face, trying to rest my body from all the food I just ate. “Oh yeah? Well maybe we should head to bed and rest our bodies if you’re so stuffed” Dominik said whilst rubbing my legs up and down, each time his hand would go up it would inch closer and closer to where I wanted him not so long ago.

“Emsy, I think you forgot one thing you know” He said, we were both in bed by now surrounded by nothing but the darkness. “Ughh what is it? I’m trying to sleep you know” I answered back full of attitude and annoyance from being woken up while trying to fall asleep. “You gotta pay me back for today” He began walking towards me. “But I know it’s all late right now and both our phones are charging, so maybe you can pay me back some other way..” By now Dominik was sat on the edge of my bed rubbing up my arm and then down my waist to my hips. Every time he touched my body it made my pussy the wettest it’s ever been. “Oh? I’ll pay you back another way then domsy, don’t you worry” I replied back to him, my voice had gone all sultry by now. Sitting up to face him to lean in for a kiss to start making out with him but he pushed me back down onto my tummy. He began to rub all over my back and then down to my butt while rubbing his bare cock over my butt. He moved a little more down and rubbed the tip of his fat cock against my leaking pussy, he slowly began pushing in me and I let out moans that I never even knew I could do. “Yeah? You like that baby? like it when I shove my fat cock in your pussy” Dominik said with a deep voice almost as if his whole demeanour changed. He pushed his cock all the way to deepest part inside my pussy, hitting all the best spots making me moan out his name. Once he had heard that he placed his hand in my hair wrapping his fingers around random strands and then shoving my face into the pillow and then using me all rough and hard like it’s the last time he’d be able to fuck me like this. “Ooohhh you’re so good emsy, you’re my special good girl, feeling all perfect like this..” Even he started moaning now from the feeling of my pussy gripping around his fat cock. “Yeah yeah that’s what you are my good girl aren’t you my baby?” He kept repeating that stuff, it turned me on so much the way spoke to me, the way he held me, he held me like he never wants to let me go. “Omg this is what you get for teasing me bend over and arching that pretty little back of yours right front of me, you know what you were doing didn’t you? Cause you just wanna be fucked by me, wanted to show your pretty body off without taking your clothes off” I couldn’t even reply to him, it just felt so so so good, only moans of his name and moans kept screaming out from my mouth. “That’s right let everyone here know that only i’ll be able to use your perfect slutty body, they’ll be able to see walk around with your waist out in those low rise jeans and small tops but they’ll know that your just my cute little slut aren’t you baby?” He said pulling me back up by my hair. “yeah yeah i am domsy!!” I moaned out, his cocked stretched my pussy too good to even concentrate on what he was saying to me. “Oh yeah? What are you then emsy?” It was almost like he testing me, knowing nothing but his cock was on my mind. “I’m your-your special li-l-little slut dommy!!” I screamed out as he hit this spot in me I didn’t even know existed. “My good girl, you’re my good girl right? only mine”

#smut #i love him #i love my boyfriend #rough smut #degredation kink #smutty thoughts #me and my boyfriend #only my boyfriend #i dont get it #fanfic #made up

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jane-crow · 1 year ago

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ummm oc ranting???

get ready this is going to be a fucking lot/srs ALSO TW JUST TO BE SAFE: mention of puk1ng b100d/coughing b100d

(first one is hisan. the one with wings second one is clax the one with a flower crown- also when my husband sees this i wasnt sure if i should put the redesigns so i didnt just for the time being- apologies)

(clax shit) trauma. so much trauma- but anywayanyway going away from childhood- xey meet this god- his (the gods) name is phantom :D and throughout the aus (yes thats important) hes a well known god SPEIFICALLY for his spell book AND GUESS WHAT FELLAS??? yeah clax is somesomehow a decadent from phantom- like zey have god blood basically

so clax gets his spell book and is very good with it and uses it against the universe destroyer basically-her names hisan and yes she does have a design- let me fetch it heheh

(hisan) the reason why (basically) everyone hates hisan- is because she basically tortures clax- often

they are baically evil bitches who want to rule the multiverse- and hisan is basically one of the most powerful

sad fact!: hisan used to be friends with clax when he was younger

basically by shaking her hand it bounded them together forever- yeah dont ask to much

anand naturally hisan has powers-

she can make you relive truama,give you nightmares andand- well those are the MAIN ones

she can possess you to

and she has these red strings she can summon so ykkk- slay hours

clax also basically cannot sleep because of the nightmares hisan gives to zem- clax is basically running on coffee 24/7

sooo- what does clax exactly do?

well- zey protect the multiverses so hisan cant control every living human-

hisan also has minions she sends after clax!

at one point hisan had a war with clax. i think it was like- 10,000 of her minions vs clax. all at once. yeah clax had fun.

and one random thing i guess? uh- hisan can kill clax but clax cant kill her- BASICALLY MEANS hisan can kill clax and live BUT clax cant kill her and live- if clax kills hisan then they both die

clax has god blood- as of rn clax is a demi-god and not a god

only because once the gods feel zer ready then clax has to fight the five gods (4+phantom) and if he wins HURRAY GOD CLAX if he loses he stays a demi-god

bbuuuttt clax has a spell issue-

he can only use four powerful based spells (like- if he was to blow up a building or something ig?) at once

at one point he got hit with an axe to protect one of the aus and um it affected zer magic basically

IF he uses more than four? ||he coughs blood/pukes blood||

AND SOMETHING THE WET CAT WASNT TOLD???

hes kind of immortal in a way? like- the axe SHOULD have killed zem but didnt THAT was because zer a demi-god and arent- technically very human so yeaaahhh-

and zer life span is extentedlike age wise- zey dont know how long that is but its longer than a normal humans length

and due to trauma reasons zey do NOT want to live longer than zey need to- bro is ready to hit that restart life button

and now an au segment :] basically- think of this as the undertale aus- clax in different timlines but as different people because otherwise none of this will make sense at all

ok SOOOO there wwas this au called "adventurer!au" who was the one who found clax/the og au in this case

and they both co-owned the "au house" together rather than just having one of them own it and advent was a bit of a uh- posessive friend when it came to clax

aadvent made this one invention that could basically reset timelines- or at least the day anyway

basically advent just used that to talk to clax and shit way to much- SO MUCH SO clax eventually became aware AND WAS VERY PISSED

so zey confronted adveadvent about this and banished them from the au household

clax hates to speak of them at all

ANNNDDD at one point

clax used a time seeing spell to see what else advent had done throughout the timeline resets and advent had actually killed one of the aus

so yeaahh-

clax is now the owner and is happy about it

yeah ummm- thats basically it?

#oc rant #ocs #i have to much time

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morballs · 8 months ago

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Write a 10 page APA format essay on the TWDG character that you hate the most.

You have until Friday to submit this 🙌🏾

professor Everett i'm paralyzed on my deathbed i cannot do this!!! anyways, sorry to the three Jane fans that exist, but I DO NOT LIKE HER!! AT ALL!!!! Maybe this is biased given my very normal attitude regarding Kenny, but you can obviously see that her role as a character was extremely rushed in the last episode; I don't even think she was supposed to survive! Outside of budget problems or interpersonal bullshit happening in TTG, I just genuinely fucking hated her in the last episode. ANNNDDD IM GONNA RANT ABBOUT ITT GRAAAAAGHHH!!!!

When Jane's introduced to the story she's intriguing, and in general a character that I really wanted to see develop in my first playthrough; She KNEW what she was doing on a completely different level compared to every other character then introduced in the season 2 roster, because as opposed to let's say Kenny or Luke, she's been treading in the shoes of a walker for roughly two years at that point, she knows the enemy in a way that only Clementine (and Lee (LMAO)) knows, if that makes sense. You can see her as an ally in some strange form only based on shared experience. Her character is a bit intense, but she carries herself like she's more important and above the others, extremely self assured and all that bullshit, which is quite the comparison with Nick, Alvie and Luke where they prefer to keep themselves at ground level, and in a way that's more personal and opens their character and personality up for us to explore. It makes her somewhat like a big sister stand-in for Clementine, and its extremely obvious that she see's all her own flaws inside Clem and tries to snuff it out before she makes the same mistakes she did (Any scene revolving around Sarah, and how she was trying to convince Clem to leave her alone to get eaten alive and then SULKING when she doesn't). It's interesting, and I wont deny I deeply enjoyed the scenes where she's teaching Clementine some of her survival tricks! But it all really falls apart by the last leg of episode 4, with the whole Luke thing. It's strange, their entire dynamic and relationship is strange because frankly by the second time they interact they're already mapping eachothers insides dawg... completely fucking shocked me man... Her "leaving" the group didn't really create any swell of emotions inside me (neither did her returning), if anything I felt relieved and neutral as her character had mostly served its purpose in Clementines' story; but that's where the problem begins, she's exhausted her use as a character.

In episode 5 her character is dull and useless until she slowly tries to convince Clem that Kenny is a liability, in which yes, she's not WRONG but if she opened her two eyes and compared to his one functioning fucking eye she'd realize that "Hey the kid that he's beating the FUCK out of and the reason why my little fuck-buddy died was because I STOLE A BAG OF SUPPLIES THAT?? ULTIMATELY?? DIDN'T EVEN MATTER IN THE END??"

I have to accept the fact that actions in the ttg series often don't matter at all. Like NADA. NUH UH. And alot of shit doesn't get mentioned ever again despite the fact that it was a serious part of the story (Omid and Christa, Ben dying, Carlos/Sarah/Nick dying, ETC), But to have shit like that be ignored? completely? no one held her against herself for stealing the bag? ever? like ever ever? Clementine steals the pills, which would've been enough in the first fucking place. (bag is never seen again after that btw). But that part does also show us how deceptively selfish Jane is, in a way that is almost fucking messed up; because it isn't petty, it's straight up murder in some cases (Arvo's group, Luke/Bonnie, Kenny/herself, ALMOST AJ.)

But the part that drove me up the wall with her was the final scenes, where she manages to corrupt an 11 year old's brain into thinking, "WOW Kenny's going off the deep end and MIGHT theoretically KILL ME all because this FREAKY white woman told me so!" Fuck man, her hiding AJ while not even being SURE that she'd live to tell them where she hid him? Her witnessing Kenny getting beat up until a part of his skull got crushed for his adoptive kid and then being able to look Clem in the eye and go "he's a selfish monster"? when her selfish actions is what caused the ENTIRETY of the ep5 events? (sans Rebecca dying) She got into that fight not because she WANTED Clem to be safe but because she WANTED to be proven RIGHT!! ARRGHHH!!!!! (SHE COULD'VE CALLED IT OFF TOO BUT SHE JUST WANTED SO BADLY TO BE THE "SAVIOUR")

Don't get me started on her shitty "ending" either...

ANYWAYS, kenny dickrider alert... wow i got heated bruh ion fw this mf at all anyways thanks for the ask, russ!!! appreciate it :)

#HAD TO PAUSE MY HOUSE MD FOR THIS RANT GOD DAYUM #erm kenny dickrider alert

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dabis-azure-songbird · 2 years ago

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hello! i'm a new follower and I recently read your dabi x reader ft. shiggy fics. could i possibly trouble you for a part 3? <3

Hello again! :D Abso-friggin-lutely Love Bug! One tall order of Dabi and Shigaraki coming right up! And remember...It's never trouble to have me write a request for ya! ♥ Here comes part 3~

Pairing: Dabi x Reader feat. Shiggy (Part 3), also some ShigxDabi

Warning: NSFW will ensue immediately below the keep reading button.

Note: This is meant to go with the previous parts, but can also be read as a standalone just fine! Without further ado, enjoy yourselves lovelies~ Also for context purposes, this will take place just after Dabi's video is released to the public, calling out Endeavor. Annnddd Shigaraki also thinks you helped plan it. Some jealousy. Hehe!

Shigaraki is particularly pissed off and in a foul mood when Dabi and yourself walk through the door. Especially if the way he has his arms folded over his chest and a deep crimson eye peeking from beneath his hand is any indication. You feel the hair on the back of your neck raise from his glare and swiftly glance at your snowy-haired boyfriend beside you.

"Dabi...Did you fucking enjoy airing your family's fucking dirty laundry drama?"

You can immediately feel Dabi's air change from pure relief and carefree to growing tension.

"Yeah, I did. Feels good. That a problem? I told you before, I very well have my own goals."

Shigaraki finally climbs to his feet and slowly walks around the both of you in a circle.

"Well, since it seems you've both schemed without me this time. It seems I'll just have to punish the both of you." Shigaraki murmurs morbidly.

Dabi is quick to pull you slightly behind his body.

"They had nothing to do with this. You leave them out of it, ugly. Or else."

Shigaraki's eyes twitch in irritation. "Or else? I don't think you quite understand what you're implying, brat. I know we said she deserved punishment from us both last time, but you... oh, you, are in quite deep shit as well."

Dabi's eyes widen as Shigaraki stands in front of him and grips his chin firmly.

"What're y-"

"Shut your mouth." Shigaraki hisses lowly, lips molding against Dabi's softly.

Your own eyes, like Dabi's, widen as wide as saucers.

"Now, you're going to be a good boy, Dabi. Or else, I'm going to disintegrate all you hold dear. Her." Tomura growls, gripping the top rail of his chair and disintegrating it. As if in a warning.

"Do I make myself clear now?"

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You can feel the velvet binds around your wrists tightly in front of you and only hear with the thick midnight fold over your eyes. Dabi is in a similar predicament with you straddling his hips in a chair, facing him.

"Thought you were quite slick, didn't you? The two of you may be together, but I thought we were getting so much closer."

You hear Dabi's breath intake with a sharp gasp as the snap of a whip cracks across the bare skin of his back.

"Fuuuuccckkkk..." he breathily shudders.

"That's one. Y/N, I want you to use your pretty mouth and count them out for me. We're going to ten. Dabi, your safe word is 'delta'. But I want to hurt you."

"Shiiittt, I won't need it." your boyfriend groans and you can feel the heat growing between the both of you.

Neither of you sees Shigaraki's knowing smile. Oh, he has already known. He knows how you and Dabi are behind closed doors, after all.

Another crack of the whip.

"T-two...Three.......Ten."

Your boyfriend is already a shuddering mess against you, gritting his teeth.

"I had no idea you were such a pain slut, Dabi. You seem quite ready to impale our dear sweet Y/N now. Think you can stand for me?"

Shigaraki grips the plush of your thighs and lifts you up, back pressed into his chest. And catches you off-guard in the process, causing you to let out a shriek.

"What the fuck are you doing, you pervert!? And they're mine." Dabi growls.

"I'm going to have her in a way you probably haven't~ Now, stand, Dabi. Or I'll have all the fun myself." Shigraki chortles.

You feel Dabi rise to his feet in front of you, and blush even though he can't see you.

"Atta boy, Dabi. Now wrap your legs around him, Y/N~"

You do as told and feel yourself clench as Dabi's shaft is pressed hot against you.

"Oh~ I'm sorry. Let me just help both of you."

You shudder as you feel the tip of Dabi's heat rub against you slowly. And something else... Was Shigaraki holding him?

"Mmm, push into her, Dabi. You know she wants it."

You moan out as your boyfriend huffs and pushes deeply into you with little warning. Your senses are on overload. You can hear them, smell them, feel every little ridge and bulge of your boyfriend's cock sliding into the heat of your depths.

And you're pressed back into Shigaraki tightly, sandwiched and held up between the both of them. The male takes the opportunity to steal some sloppy side kisses and carefully runs fingertips around the sensitive skin of your areolas and soft pebbling rosebuds. You mewl softly into the heat and tongue of his mouth.

"Good girl, Y/N. See? I knew you both had obedience in you. Now..."

You feel a nudge and rub against the pucker of your backside.

"I'm going to untie the both of you now, sweetheart. You had better hold onto Dabi. Dabi, you had better help me hold her between us." Shigaraki whispers.

You swallow nervously and rapidly wrap your arms around your boyfriend, resting your hands on his back. Dabi's hands find your hips tightly. He's been trying so hard not to move, but failing slightly and giving shallow thrusts. Like you, he can feel you around him too. The way your heat beckons him and sheathes him completely, the way your slick is pressed and sticking to his balls when he presses deeply into you, and hear your sweet little breaths in his ears.

"Now, dear Y/N. This is going to hurt quite a bit. But trust me. Dabi, you too."

"Shigaraki, you aren't," a defeated sigh against your lips, "...Don't hurt her."

You hear a lewd spit and again the familiar heat presses against your backside. And you mentally try to prepare yourself. Then the stretching and burning begin and you bury your nails into Dabi's back, causing him to groan into your collarbone.

"Dabi, you know what to do."

"Ok, doll. Focus on me. I'm going to distract you a bit until Shigaraki's in."

"O-Ok..." You whine out before Dabi's got you enveloped in heated kisses and removes one hand to sweep your hair and hold the side of your face.

And he moves. God, the drag and pull of the ridge of his head is driving you insane. You still feel uncomfortable at first, but the pain soon dissolves with Dabi serving as the perfect distraction.

Then Shigaraki moves. And you nearly lose it. Dabi can feel him too. You grit your teeth and moan out softly.

"C-can you try to move at the s-same time?" you blubber softly.

Shigaraki smirks as he removes Dabi's blindfold.

"We can. Dabi you should see your sweet girl's expressions. I'm mad, but definitely not going to withhold that from you."

Dabi is OBSESSED with the look on your face right now. Lips so kiss swollen and parted in a possible cry of pleasure. And then he glances at Shigaraki nuzzled slightly in your hair and his hand rubbing again the bud at the apex of your thighs slowly, causing you to moan again. And he nods, and they both move.

Your mind can hardly process them both and Shigaraki's hand. A delightful mix of too much and too little. Your toes curl as you begin to feel shocks through your nerves.

"Ah...so good. You can be rougher now. Please..." you hiccup softly.

Your wish is their command. The two men tag-team you expertly. And you're not sure they've ever worked so well in tandem. And they're overwhelming and over-sensitizing you. You shudder between the both of them, head back against Shigaraki, and breaths leaving in moans.

Dabi's obsession is his downfall. You're so lost in your pleasure and he can't help but hold your hips tightly and decide to press himself quicker and harder into the hold you have on him.

And then you begin to squirm and Shigaraki smirks as he grips the swell of your bosom in his hands and sucks at the skin of your neck, pressing hard in reckless abandon with Dabi.

And you're crying out. Oh, so loud. You don't realize your orgasm has spurted and coated Dabi and his thighs almost completely and the boys both groan as your body gorgeously convulses around them. Then they're both burying their faces into either side of your neck and pumping you as full as they both possibly can.

Your ears are ringing and you groan as Dabi pulls the blindfold slowly from your eyes.

"I've never seen you look more beautiful, doll."

You feel absolutely drunk.

"Well, I think I have a new way to keep you two working together now..."

#dabi request #shigaraki request #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #dabi x you #shigaraki x you

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zumpietoo · 2 years ago

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Snorty Dummmbbb....

As is the rest of the GG....

Note, I’ve removed the ask, because it’s a mite leaky, but Snorty assumes soooo much bullshit here (that wasn’t even remotely hinted at), I think I can safely post...(plus get ready for the notes! Bit of a cat fight breaks out)

Ummm.....no, Snorty, at no point did Cole remotely say that----nor was that remotely implied. Also, I do love how you continue to not even remotely grasp what show you’re watching here.....and instead use that outdated, faux writer argument of plot v. character driven. Dude, the show has always been about plot.....TBH, most TeeVee is. And it’s finnnneee.....

Again, no.

Errrmm....also, no.

Errrmm.....again, no.

Plus, Snorty what “the fans” (i.e. the GG) wants is Jizzy and that, again, isn’t happening. I will say, it sounds like y’all kinda are starting to realice that??? FINALLY?????

Plenty of time for both, berrypee! Especially considering most final seasons, when planned, are shorter to wrap shit up, precisely.....The Flash, for example.

Umm, neither, Izzy???? Plus, OFC, by “self correct” you mean “give the GG what it wants”?

TBF, this next person is a troll (and will upset them all shortly), buuuutt.....while it isn’t Barfie, there also isn’t gonna be any Jizzy....

Errrmmm.....again, BAV (and Ragey for the quad!) triangle.....and Jabi continues, buuuutt.....

berrypee, Cole is not now and never was a Douchie Comics fan....he’s fully stated as much. Yes, he likes comics....not Douchie. And he said almost NONE of that....(and you’re twisting what he did say).

Ummm....the writers run with the showrunner’s lead, dumbass---plus most shows kinda end badly/have shitty final seasons and everybody goes on to find new jobs. And I say this while agreeing the writers ARE, largely, total hacks.

Oh Snorty.....also by that YOU mean “no longer wants Slizzy’s slut ass”...

Troling Barfie troll....

You sure did project a whole lot of your wish list here, huh, dude? And continued to not grasp ANYTHING he meant...also love how we’re back to “it’s high art”, now

Annnddd....TROLL!!

Oppss! Finally hit a poke!

And no, troll....

berrypee isn’t wrong, but we will leave the 50s. And her tragic tone is fucking hilarious.....

OML.....the trolling!!! And, honestly, I think we can all be sure it will be exactly like that. Plus I hate VD, too, but it’s a much moar likely endgame. With sidepiece Slizzy....

However, I do agree about Jizzy....

Ooohh.....Izzy’s a fast one, huh?? However, you aren’t getting Jizzy endgame.

I agree, Izzy.....but you generally seem pretty obsessive about it all to me!

Oh good lord, kettle-bullshit....just shut your sad noobie trap.

Troll!

Oh good lord, Snorty.....LIED TO????? Such dramaaaaa.....also, again, both you and Izzy are noobie socks....plus I dislike the supernatural shit (as we all know, cuz cop out, etc), buuuuttt....I remain, again, convinced we’re not done yet AND it’s obvious they wanted to dink around a bit.

I find this sudden, snotty purism also hilarious. PLUS.....LBR, if it translated to Jizzy 2, electric boogaloo, and while you were convinced it would, you LOVED it

You even insisted shit that happened thusly that vaguely hinted of Jizzy meant you “won”.....

Ummm...no? He didn’t.....I think he said it wasn’t enough eps to do everything they wanted to, if memory serves....but not even sure that happened.

Errmmm.....no, he didn’t. AND, originally? He didn’t want the mystery shit, he wanted a beat for beat of his nu Douchie comics....

Oh good lord, again with the “our fanfic is the awesomest”....dude....the entire issue has never, EVER been “out of ideas”, it’s been that they don’t know how ro execute shit...let alone finish it.

They seriously JUST figured out they say lots of shit that means nothing? Again....noobie socks confirmed! Also....again, “BETRAYAL”?? And “a trap”?????

Dudes, just don’t watch. FIFY

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onlyifyoubadd · 2 years ago

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ive been thinking about Pan's relationship with Koon from what we've seen so far...and i wonder if we found our main antagonist in Koon.

for most of first watch of episode 1, i was feeling sorry her having to deal with such a diva all the way until the scene with Khun Charlem when she left Pan in the room with that CREEP knowing that he was getting waaay too touchy and that Pan was visibly uncomfortable, (if you know him, which she does) on top of the fact he was not keen on meeting him, and adamant they leave early in the first place. All that going on...and then she got a call and then left him??? this manager that has been at his side and controlling everything? what was so urgent when your main client is right here! it made the hairs on the back of my neck go up and i started to see Koon in a completely different light! and they actually gave us a bunch to go off of that she is going to be trouble!

Clue 1: Pan's chin touching secret code. I noticed that everytime Pan touches his chin there is a little chime so the audience is supposed to note that moment! (cool story telling from the editors i think!) We get a quick definition after the award show when Pan storms in bascially saying "what the point of a secret code if we dont use it!" because he wanted to leave but couldnt say so. at first i thought this was just a "get me out of here" code. BUT then we get to the mafia baby shooting and when Pan touches his chin, we hear the chime, and then Koon asks a question! after another rewatch im interpreting these moments as Koon asking the questions that Pan is thinking. So now we're seeing this as a code where she is supposed to speak for him! maybe so Pan can keep his image as not being a diva when he actually is one. or its her way as a manager to always have say in the things. we're not sure who came up with the code and who these characters are fully yet. one result of this is also that everyone thinks Koon is demanding, when really the one who has most of the questions is Pan. The only demand that solely came from Koon was the demand for the last take.

Clue 2: Pan says "Its up to P'Koon. If she's okay, then i'm okay." There is another chin touching moment at the mafia baby meeting. Pan touches his chin, we hear the chime, and then Koon asks on the amount of NC scenes. I wonder if this was actually his question, but regardless it seems like he nervously approves. But his way of doing that is what interest me, he says "its up to P'Koon." As far as people at the meeting is concerned she has final say in what Pan does. At least that is what comes off.

Sidenote: it was so interesting that across the table was Nott, without his manager, and Candy gives him things to relay to the boss. not the other way around. Nott seems to speak for himself.

Clue 3: She leaves him in the room with Khun Charlem KNOWING Pan is uncomfortable and DOES NOT WANT TO BE TOUCHED OR ANY WHERE NEAR THIS CREEP. Pan was visibly uncomfortable, especially when she was leaving him, and we know from one episode that Pan hates being touched by strangers. If we know, then she knows too, but she let this happen! Pan knows it too, which is why he shoved her hand away when she returned.

Something that's sitting with me is how she was visibly uncomfortable watching Pan and Nott make out. Again, at first i wondered if she was supposed to be seen as protective of his innocence or sexuality or something....but now im not so sure.

I have a strong feeling that Koon does not know about Pan and Nott's "workshops" and that Pan wants to keep it that way. Maybe because Koon is supposed to be seen as the "keeper" of Pan's sexuality. She says when, where, with whom, BUT she cant control a real romance with real feelings. annnddd everybody saw that Pan was enjoying that makeout with some real feelings lmaoo!

But anyway! my point (i think...) is that Pan and Koon's relationship is going to be a focus, and probably very toxic which is unfortunate for Pan!

sidenote: i really like it! i feel like some people arent picking up what they're putting down, but im excited to see where this goes! it is a drama after all!

#war of y #war of y: new ship #nottpan #billyseng #pan thanamyn #war of y the series #war of y koon #koon war of y

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forcebewitht · 3 years ago

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Force's Disney Geek Master Theory: Why Twisted Wonderland Is Called Twisted Wonderland

We have all grown to know and love various Disney characters over the years, correct? Yet, I believe a lot of us can argue that not many characters have the same effect on us even as adults today as the Villains do within their respective movies. In the game Disney: Twisted Wonderland as we all know and love, the select boys to Overblot are supposed to have the "souls" of their Villain counterparts, right? But...why is it called "Twisted" Wonderland, then? The truth may lie within something that has been right in front of us all along, my friends: the meaning of a mirror. Ready to buckle in for this one? If so, then here we go!

We have seen all of these guys share character traits, looks, etc with their Disney counterparts, correct? Well, what if I were to tell you that things in terms of the "main" guys that we are supposed to pay attention to aren't exactly what they seem? This could be analyzed in a few different ways, honestly, yet the most prominent way is this: the differences in their personalities- they are reversed. Let us take this bit by bit, shall we?

Ah, yes. The Queen Of Hearts. The ranting, raging, bundle of red, black, and gold we all know and love. (or else heads would roll, I'm sure) One of the things that everybody knows about her is that she's extremely hellbent on the crazy rules that she makes up and is prone to anger honestly very easily. Yeah, you can connect that to Riddle- but think about it for a second. While that rage and the rule thing is still there, it isn't as prominent with him as it was with her, is it? With the Queen of Hearts, her whole "issue" was that she wished to make everybody listen to her and follow her every command- but Riddle was essentially always following the rules of another- not his own. This seemed to make Riddle a little more calm most of the time in terms of how he handled and oversaw things. It wasn't until he actually Overblotted that the "listen to me and only me" thing came out- buuuuuuttttttt I'll get to that part in a bit.

Next: Leona and Scar. While we honestly didn't get to see a lot of what went on behind the scenes in the Outlands in terms of how Scar even met the hyenas to begin with at all, one thing can honestly be said- Scar worked very hard to get where he was. I mean, it's not like you can get an entire pack of rabid, hungry hyenas onto your side in the course of a single day, or maybe even a week (especially as a lion, no less). No, something to that extreme takes careful planning, wording, and stringing along to ensure that nothing goes wrong along the way. The way Scar spoke to Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed made it seem as though he had known them for a looooonngggg time before this- that's where that behind the scenes planning comes in. And then...you have Leona. Leona, from what we can tell in Chapter 2, planned the idea for the "endgame" alright- but he didn't actually act upon any of the plan for himself. Ruggie did. Even in the Lion King, we see that Scar had no problems whatsoever getting his paws dirty a little within his own scheme to take his "rightful place" at the head of Pride Rock- but Leona quite honestly did not a thing once Ruggie was in motion. See where this is starting to head?

Azul and Ursula. Ursula, the Disney baddie queen of my heart Ursula, the Sea Witch. She was known all around the ocean floor for helping out poor little merfolk in secret, wasn't she? Yet, nobody ever really seemed to catch wind of the whole "her turning those who didn't quite fit the bill into polyps" thing, did they? That was one of the things that made her such a honest threat to Ariel herself- because Ursula was cunning. She did things behind the scenes, and sure- we could catch onto it out in the audience (annnddd maybe Sebastian and Flounder as well), but nobody else really seemed to, right? Azul is the complete opposite in this standpoint. He instills direct fear into his "workers" and those even beyond and within his dorm. Like- basically most knew that this dude was bad news to begin with. Azul, mostly, seemed to hide his cunning facade behind a fake yet still seemingly "soft and genuine" smile and act. But all in all, he didn't really attempt to "hide" anything- hell, he even proclaimed his entire plan of what everyone with those things on their heads were gonna do for him in the open! At least when Ursula sang as Vanessa, she was in an almost perfectly enclosed room with nobody else around.

Jamil and Jafar. This comparison here, given what occurs in the movie Aladdin, is honestly one of the biggest possible indicators of this reoccuring theme I shall clarify in a bit. Jafar, while being sneaky, was known for being a more "out there" Disney Villain in terms of his personality alongside that of his partner Iago in the film. He would smile in a sinister way, he would crack jokes out in the open, and let us not forget his crazed yet oddly interesting laughter. Jamil? He's the exact opposite. Given his past and what he has had to dealt with growing up with Kalim, he is much more reserved and barely releases a chuckle or cracks a smile at all. His personality is a lot more repressed than that of Jafar himself throughout the film. Jamil has been so used to having to hold himself back thanks to his parents in favor of Kalim's family, he doesn't seem to know how to "let go" whatsoever. Yet Jafar, while still maintaining that sneaky side of him as well, has no problems whatsoever letting a little hang loose whenever he so chooses to.

Vil and the Evil Queen. This one honestly may be a bit more self explanatory than the others- but the difference between these two is their expressions of themselves. The Evil Queen was the very first animated counted Disney Villain within Disney's history- yet, she barely had any lines throughout the film at all. Her ranges of expression were almost little to none thanks to the era in which the movie was released in- but she always looked like she was pissed, huh? Vil is the exact opposite of her in this sense. He is able to fully express himself through his various facial expressions, theatrical abilities, musical experiences, fashion style, and even how he behaves. Vil is able to do so much more than the Evil Queen did or could do within that time period, that it's almost a little staggering if you fully picture it.

Idia and Hades. Now, now. We haven't honestly seen too much of the flaming blue boy yet in TWST, but one thing is apparent here right off the bat- in terms of his personality? He is the exact opposite of Hades. Idia is much like Jamil but to a more "geek" degree- he's extremely introverted, shy, a bit snippy, yet mainly keeps to himself and his gaming tech. Hades is most often renowned as the Disney Villain with the most personality- and the best humor. Hades has no problem whatsoever being "out there" with his crazy puns, sassy remarks, anger, and even mocking behavior. I mean, please, guys- I haven't been this choked up since I got a hunk of moussaka caught in my throat!

Finally, Malleus and Maleficent. Ooooohoooooooo boy. We have to count out the live action movie Maleficent for this one (sorry horned queen fans). One thing that basically everybody even with their toe in the water in that of Disney movies kind of knows this fact- Maleficent is c r u el. She's got a bizarre set of dark powers and an even blacker heart than that. Hell, we basically had to "soften her up" a little bit in Maleficent thanks to just how seemingly irredeemable her character is in that of Sleeping Beauty. I mean, c'mon now- cursing an infant? And we get no explanation for that in the original? C'mon, now. Anyways, Malleus? As we all can tell by now, this dude is the compleeettteeeeeee opposite. Sure, he has those repressed bits here and there too, but it is evident that this dude has a heart crying out for the MC and it is big, bold, and golden to the core once you look past how he looks. He sent the MC a card for winter break, for crying out loud. Yeah, let me know the next time you see Maleficent do that smh.

Now, I have avoided using a certain word up until this point to see if anybody could catch on to what exactly is happening here. Did you figure it out? Reverse. The boys that either have Overblotted already or intend to Overblot soon stop holding out on us, Chapter 6 have had the exact opposite personalities compared to that of their Villain counterpart- until one prime point in their "character arcs". Their Overblot.

Riddle wished to have all bow before him and obey his rules.

Leona led his entire dorm into ruin and nearly sanded away the entire school in the process.

Azul let himself finally free of his personal shackles entirely and "took what was his".

Jamil finally let himself go and opened up more in his personality, almost seeming to be driven insane in the process.

Vil wanted to become the most beautiful one of all and would kill anyone within the way of that goal without any hesitation whatsoever.

The moment that the boys' Overblotted, that was the exact moment when the "soul" of their Disney Villain counterpart took control. Keeping that idea in mind, that should mean that this will happen in the upcoming chapters and their Overblots:

Idia will show off all of the personality, powers, and intelligence that he has been keeping down within this introverted self of his.

Malleus will become so broken by being left out and alone in the cold for the final time that he will turn into a completely cruel Fae and possibly nearly kill either the MC or the representation of Prince Philip within that Chapter in the process.

(Hello, my dear Readers! Guess who is trying to get back into her bigger pieces of writing? This gal right here~ feel free to drop a comment and tell me what you think of this theory- I'd love to hear your thoughts! 💕)

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funkyj4eva · 3 years ago

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So, little obsessed with kyalinzumi and thought I’d share this little fic.

Kya is visiting Izumi at the Fire Nation Palace, Lin is in Republic city. Just a phone call between the ladies.

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“Just call her to confirm. That way you can guilt trip her if she’s wavering.” Izumi responds as she waves off Kya’s incessant what if scenarios whilst making her way over to the large bookshelf in her study to find a reference to a bylaw.

“Foiiiinnneeee.” Kya responds as she drops her cheesy romance novel on the coffee table and pushes herself up off the lounge set, heading towards the phone sitting on Izumi’s desk. After dialling the number for Lin’s assistant, she perches herself on the edge of the desk waiting to be connected.

Upon verifying who the caller was, and checking the Chief’s schedule, Hui places the caller on hold and heads over to the Chief’s office to knock on her door.

“Chief, I’ve got the Fire Nation Royal Palace on the line.” She informs her boss, who glances up from the report she was skimming through.

“Put them through.” She says as she scribbles a note on the notepad beside her.

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With a nod of her head in acknowledgement, Hui returns to her desk to update the caller, “Hello? Are you still on the line?”

“Yes, I’m still here.”

“Perfect. I’m just putting you through now. Please hold.” Hui responds to Kya.

“Patching through now, Chief.” Her assistant calls out and closes the office door once she hears the phone ring.

“Beifong.” Lin answers after she tucks the receiver between her head and her shoulder, so that she could flip the page of the report.

“What chu wearing?” Kya purrs down the receiver as she entwines her fingers with the phone’s line.

Without skipping a beat, the Metalbender replies in her no nonsense, gruff, Chief voice, “Limited edition Republic City Chief of Police uniform in black with gold trim,” as she continues skimming through the report, not paying much attention to the question or the caller as she was still engrossed in the findings.

Dumbstruck that Lin actually answered her without reprimand, the Waterbender was at a loss for words and failed to answer the woman, as the vivid image of said woman clad in her police uniform and commanding tone sent a shiver down her spine and a warmth spreading to her core.

“Hello? You there?” Lin speaks again into the receiver, after adjusting it so that she was holding the phone. “Hellooo?” she repeats as she places the report down, giving the caller her full attention now.

Still no response.

Completely forgetting what she called the Metalbender for and in her panicked state she slammed the receiver down on the hook and clasped her hands in front of her face, shying away from the phone.

“Shit.” She mutters to herself as she hears the line cut and the sound of the dial tone fills her ears, “stupid line must be playing up again,” returning the receiver onto the hook.

Meanwhile on the other end of the line…

“So? Did you get through to her?” Izumi queried as she made her way back to her desk while flipping through to the page she was after.

“Uh… yeah.” She responded while still dazed.

“Annnddd? What did she say?” the Firebender prodded.

“She said that she was wearing her uniform.” She replies in an aloof manner, as the Fire Lord shoots her a quizzical look.

******

Riiiinnnggg, riiiiinnnnnngggg!

The shrill sound of the telephone cut through the air and temporarily paused the conversation between the two women.

Placing the book down on her desk and eyeing the younger woman, Izumi pushed her glasses back up before answering the phone.

“Izumi speaking.” She answered in her formal voice.

“Hey, it’s me. I was just on a call with the palace and the line cut all of a sudden. Were you after me?”

Relaxing as she heard Lin’s voice over the receiver, she reverted to a casual tone, “It was actually Kya.”

“Oh? Is Kya with you?”

“Yes, she was the one who called.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, wasn’t paying attention to the voice on the other end of the line.” The younger woman apologises, “Should’ve known that it was her, as you don’t exactly ask what I’m wearing when you call.” She chuckles at the thought.

“Is that something that you would like me to partake in?” the Firebender responded with a smile teasing at her lips and her eyes alight with amusement as she turns to regard Kya.

Clearing her throat from the sudden turn of conversation, the Metalbender responds, “Um, I’m not - that’s not the point of this phone call!” She splutters and abruptly cuts herself off, feeling a little flustered. “Did she actually have a message for me or was this a call for pleasure? I’m a bit flat chat today and she knows that we don’t do this while I’m at work.” She said cutting to the chase.

“She did have a reason for the call, though I am intrigued as to what you said to her. You’ve left her in a bit of a stupor.”

“She asked me what I was wearing, so I told her that I was wearing a limited edition Republic City Chief of Police uniform in black with gold trim.”

“Mhm, and did you say it in your Chief voice?”

“Uh, yes?” Lin responds a little perplexed as to why the conversation was still being steered to what she was wearing.

“No wonder.” She responds with a gentle laugh, “I’ll have to sort her out as you aren’t here.”

“Zumi?”

“Yes?”

“The original point of the call?” Lin offers in a slightly exasperated voice as she tries to take control of the conversation once again.

“Ah, yes. Kya was wondering if you will be attending the Mid-Autumn festival gala this year at city hall? I have managed to adjust my schedule and will be making my way to Republic City to make an appearance at the gala, and will also use this time to check in on the Fire Nation embassy while I’m there. Kya of course, will be joining me.” She answers in a semi-bored tone. “Irrespective of your attendance, please note that we will be staying at your residence for the duration of our visit.”

Leaning back into her chair, Lin processes the information before replying with an air of playfulness, “Is that right? And how long will your visit be?”

“A total of five nights.”

“Hm.” She hummed in response, “And what happens if I decide not to be present at either locations during your visit?”

Slightly taken aback by the Metalbender’s response, the older woman seats herself in her chair before dropping her tone of voice to a low and sultry one, usually reserved for their private quarters, “Well then you will have been a very, very bad girl, and will be punished for your actions.”

Biting back a smile and trying to stave off the slight giddiness from the possibility of some long overdue playtime, she quickly responded, “I’ll think about it” before hanging up on the Fire Lord.

With a scoff, the older woman leaned forward to drop the phone back onto the receiver, before pushing back into her chair, shaking her head in amusement at the bratty-ness of the younger woman.

“Well?” Kya asked in anticipation, having snapped out of her daze.

“She said that she’ll think about it.” Izumi said as she vacated her chair and walked towards Kya, grabbing her by the middle of her dress and pulling her in for short but searing kiss. Having brought back the warmth in her core, Izumi abruptly broke off the kiss and pushed the woman back to her original position and letting go of her dress. Using the same hand that just released the Waterbender, she lightly trailed a finger from the mocha skinned woman’s chest up her neck and to her chin and then tapping the side of her jaw twice with two fingers, eliciting a groan from the needy woman.

“Come, we need to take care of your situation.” She said in the same low sultry voice that she had only just used with Lin, before swiftly turning to exit her private study and to head to their bedroom.

#kyalinzumi #Kya II #Lin Beifong #fire lord izumi #kyalin #linzumi #kyazumi #i don't know what i'm doing

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todourouki · 4 years ago

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Misery Business | K. Bakugou

a one shot

✰ SUMMARY the one where you didn’t mean to take the hothead away from his girlfriend, but you did anyway. It was nothing personal, you just knew that Bakugou Katsuki deserved way better than what he was settling for.

PAIRING Taken/Pro-Hero!Bakugou & Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT 4.6K

WARNINGS explicit language, mentions of cheating, cheating lol, suggestive language, angst, and some fluff at the end bc I cannot end my fics in a bad way I am weak sorry!

You were not a home wrecker.

At least, you wouldn’t say that to your own face.

You knew that the crush you had on Bakugou was wrong. You know that no matter how it is that you put it, or however strong your feelings are, or even however long you’ve even had feelings— liking a guy in a relationship was a huge no-no.

You weren’t the kind of girl to go around liking a girl’s boyfriend, though. It’s not like your feelings magically appeared out of thin air and now you’re stuck falling inlove with a guy that finds solitude in someone else— no, you aren’t like that.

Your feelings for Bakugou are much more complex, to say the least.

It all started in high school, when just the mere thought of the boy brought butterflies to your stomach with how strong and courageous he was. From his attractive face, to his blunt and explosive personality, you always found yourself admiring him when given the chance.

All of that went to shit when he decided to finally give one of the girls that were always fawning over him a chance during the beginning of your third year attending Yuuei Academy.

It was like you had gotten punched in the face, and now it feels like you’re just purposely getting stabbing in the heart every time you did as much as look at them.

That definitely explains why you’re sulking at your table during a school dance with a scowl on your face so you don’t have to see the happy couple waltz around the cafeteria floor.

All the top Pro-Heroes were assigned to attend the dance as academy alumni in order to ensure the safety of the students (as well as make sure students even decided to show up). You, being one of the top five heroes, were ordered to show up with no complaints.

The song currently playing finally changed from a low-tempo song to a much higher one, and with that, you decided to make that your imaginary queue to take a walk around the school’s building before returning to the large decorated area.

Your heel-clad feet dragged you all the way across the gymnasium, sending kids smiles if they were in your way and simply telling them that you were “getting some fresh air before the real fun starts.”

The doors slammed shut, and the solitude of the hallways engulfed in dark hues reflected against your strained eyes in a way that made you have to physically restrain your hand from harshly rubbing at it in order to make sure your make up stood intact.

The halls reminded you of a younger you (and by younger, you mean two years. you’re only 20 and already have the mind of some old hag) that used to run through these halls with a mini little green skirt and an imagination you wish you could still understand.

They also reminded you of the blond boy inside. Especially the room you stood in front of right now.

Almost as if it was second nature, your body made its way to Class 1-A: the place where it all began, the place where you met your closest friends, and the place where you fell inlove.

Opening the door, the lights turned on to reveal a classroom almost identical to the one you walked into every day four years ago. The desks were positioned the same, the posters remained in the same spot, and even the words on the chalkboard seemed oddly familiar.

The room reeked of new paint and textbook papers, and the only thing you really wanted to smell was the designer perfume clinging helplessly to your body so the odors of a high school class don’t even think twice about sticking to you.

Your body walked towards your old desk, Seat 12, the dress you wore clinging to your body as you pulled the chair out and nostalgically sat down. You were a first year all over again, and the thought made you laugh.

You looked embarrassing your first year— as embarrassing as someone who looks like you now can get. From the hideously overheated hair, to the emo phase you still seemed to sort of be stuck in, the world seemed too easy no matter what bullshit was going on the minute you sat down at that desk.

That explained how you felt now— no matter how much your heart yearned to be in the hands of Bakugou, the minute the cold sturdiness of the chair touched your warm body, all of that disappeared. For once, nothing in the world mattered. More precisely, Bakugou didn’t matter.

“Tch, I knew you’d be in here.” Annnddd there goes that.

Your eyes widened, now staring at a smirking blond wearing a black and white tux instead of the chalkboard you once zoned out on.

His arms were crossed against his muscular chest, and the muscles outlined the button up shirt in a way that should just be downright illegal. His face was gleaming with mischief, slowly walking his way over to the empty desk directly next to yours, taking a seat, and positioning his body in a lazy manner with his legs propped up against the table. Just like before.

“You know, this brings back a lot of shitty memories.” He grunted, stretching his arms behind his head and lolling his head to face you.

You nodded in response, glancing your head up to look at the lights in a way to move the gears in your brain to say something. Literally the same thing you used to do during Midnight’s long, tedious classes.

“Yea, a bunch of ones I’d much rather forget.” You said, looking over at him and watching as his eyes stared directly at the window you always found him staring out of when he wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone in class.

“Always hearing your annoying ass mumble and suck your teeth used to really piss me off.” His words were masked with seriousness, trying to hide the playful smirk on his lips you identified much too quickly. With that, a scoff left your lips and you crossed your arms.

“Nobody said anything about the pencil you insisted on tapping for hours straight.” Your jab back made him chuckle, looking back at you with vermillion eyes that made you lose all sense of feelings.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you always forgot what it was like to look at anything before you looked into his eyes. That’s how scary it was— how intimidating it was to be under his presence. His eyes captured you, holding you hostage and probably never letting you go.

“At least we didn’t sit next to each other during our third year,” he began, placing a hand loosely around his tie as he continued to look at you in your eyes, “I don’t think I would have ever focused with the humming you did to the same damn song every day.”

“Yeah, instead of me though, you ended up sitting with your future wife.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID.

It was like word vomit, the snarky tone slipping through your lips as if it was trying its hardest to come off in a jokingly manner, only ending up appearing as sarcastic as possible. It was like the words fell from your tongue quicker than you could punch your own esophagus.

Bakugou stood quiet for a moment, staring at you and knitting his eyebrows together as if deep in thought. Your eyes ended up leading you back to the words Relief Fund written messily against the green chalkboard to save your embarrassment.

You didn’t see the frown itching across Bakugou’s lips.

“We aren’t married, ya know. I don’t know why people decided to start that rumor.” He said, a sigh passing by his lips to quiet his tone as if he was scared his girlfriend was around to hear it.

“Might as well marry her. You’re not really the kind of guy that dates just to date.” Your words struck hesitantly in the room in a timid yet informative voice, and Bakugou watched the board as well so that you were both avoiding each other’s gaze.

“Yeah well I’m not sure, marriage is a big deal.” Bakugou was muttering, and the tone of his voice made you crane your neck over to where he was seated as you stood quiet.

What were you, someone who was basically inlove with him, supposed to say that?

You both stood in silence for a few seconds, the words in your throat itching to escape as the remnants of memories you both had both in class and just together in general filled your vision.

“I always hated this seat because I knew it meant that I would always be the person you would argue with.” You began, closing your eyes and releasing a strained scoff from your glossed lips.

You didn’t know what you were doing, or what you were talking about, but as the moon danced across the pale boy’s face and the music in the cafeteria continued to gently ring through the halls, the only thing you were thinking about doing was speaking more than you ever have.

“Morning after morning, I grew used to your loud voice and extremely hostile—” “HAH? I was NOT—”

You sent him a glare, immediately cutting him off and proceeding your weird speech that just couldn’t let anything go.

“Anyways, morning after morning, I ended up looking forward to the words you decided to call me and yell at me about for the day. It’s like, if it didn’t happen,” your arms moved in an animated way, catching Katsuki’s full attention as he looked on to your rant, “I felt like my day wasn’t really an actual day, ya know?

The one thing you loved appreciated most about Bakugou was his ability to listen. And when you say listen, you mean just listen. His ears were perked up in your direction, shoes turned towards you and eyes watching your movements like a hawk.

“And then—” you gulped, pausing for a second in order to think your words though. It was always now or never to you, the drama giving you a sense of hope against a man like that.

It’s either I bring it up now, or I never get to speak my peace, and I refuse to be one of those people showing up to the wedding yelling ‘I oppose.’

“And then it was here that I realized I was the biggest idiot alive by feeling the way I felt about this one person.” You said, eyes glaring at the wall in front of you blankly as you cowered behind the whisps of your lashes.

Bakugou said nothing, but from the corner of you eye, you could see him staring at the side of your face with an expression you had never really see on him.

“I spent years pining after some dumbass that didn’t even see the genuine interest I had in him.” Your words were like alcohol, and Bakugou was too busy drinking them all in to fully acknowledge what you were talking about.

“I watched him give in to this one girl though,” a lightbulb when off in the boy’s head and for once, he felt like the idiot in the room, “a girl that doesn’t even care for him.”

“Y/N..” Bakugou growled, almost as if he was threatening you and warning you to tread on light waters.

If there was one thing he ever respected about you though, it was that you were never scared of him.

Your eyes snapped towards him, a scowl on your face as you began to feel anger bubbling up in your stomach from the way he tried to shut you up. You were finally speaking your peace and he’s too much of a coward to let you finish?

“You know, I thought the first red flag of her trying to change his attitude was enough. I thought that maybe, just maybe, after her telling him that being number one hero wasn’t really tangible, he’d have some common fucking sense and see what everyone else sees.” Your words were like venom, your eyes not leaving his as you huffed in your seat.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Bakugou’s voice was low and angry, laced with anger as he stared at you just as intensely as you stared at him. Your expression never faltered, and instead, you turned your entire body around in the chair to fully face him with arms across your chest.

“I know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about,” you taunted, your anger only rising in value, “and so the fuck do you, Bakugou.”

“You know she doesn’t give a fuck about you and you know very fucking well she’s only with you because you’re Bakugou Katsuki!”

His name slipping off your tongue brought shivers to his spine as he sat up in his seat and glared at you with the tip of his ears painting themselves a light red hue.

He was angry— not necessarily at you, but at the fact that he was getting called out for something like this. He was getting called out for finally being with a girl and was getting shit for it from someone he saw as a best friend.

“You don’t know shit— you don’t even fucking know her.” His voice began to get louder, the bass in his voice causing your heart to vibrate as you shocked both you and him by slamming a hand against the desk in frustration.

“For God’s sake, Katsuki open your fucking eyes!” You only used his first name when your emotions were high, and that made the man’s hands shake in anger as he watched your outburst.

“She forgot your anniversary! She doesn’t make you your favorite food— fuck she doesn’t even kiss you unless there’s a shitty camera around!” You stood up, stomping your feet and watching as he stood up quickly after you and scowled over at your angry face.

“She doesn’t care enough to remember shit that you don’t like which is why you always end up at stupid shit like this and she doesn’t even care to meet your friends!” Your voice was now loud, the music of the cafeteria being long forgotten as you huffed over at him and slammed a finger into his chest at every syllable you spoke.

“You want to know what I think about her, Bakugou? Bestfriend to bestfriend?” The words bestfriend seethed through your lips like venom as your finger dug itself into the middle of his pecks. He said nothing, waiting for you to continue as his hands balled into fists along his sides.

“I think that you’re such a fucking pussy, you can’t fathom being with someone who doesn’t worship the ground you walk on the way she does.” You growled, narrowing your eyes at his angry expression as you took a step closer to him threateningly.

“I think you hate the fact that I’m right— the fact that she blatantly uses you and doesn’t give a fuck about you, and you hate the fact that I know you so well enough to know that—”

Before the last few letters of the words could slip through your lips, a warm hand slammed against your fingers and snatched it into his grasp as he began to huff in anger. The caramel smell only increased, and you could sense his quirk begin to flare the abnormal heat in his hands up every second.

“You don’t know shit,” he growled, his voice raising as he began to yell at you in your face, “you don’t know shit about me!”

“Are you shitting me?!” You exclaimed, grabbing at the hand that grasped yours with a grip so tight Bakugou had to glance at it quickly before reverting his eyes back to yours.

“I’ve known every little fucking thing about you since we were fifteen!” You yelled, tears threatening to spill down your eyes as the anger inside you finally erupted in a way you couldn’t control.

“Nobody asked you to be so invested in my fucking life anyway!” He retaliated, his voice booming through the room as you stared at him incredulously.

“I was so fucking invested in you because I’m fucking inlove with you, you idiot!”

Your voice silenced the room, the grip he had on your hand tightening as he stared at you with shocked eyes yet the same familiar scowl you were used to. Your expression never faltered the way his eyes did when he heard you, though. You stood your ground.

“It’s so annoying seeing the guy you are inlove with be so unhappy in a relationship because he feels as if he has no one else.” Your voice began to quiet down, a tear slipping down your eye as Bakugou watched you with a slightly softened face.

The hand gripping yours loosened a bit, still gripping it to his chest as he wrapped all his fingers around your bracelet covered wrist.

“It’s so annoying watching you try to force someone else to fall inlove with you, when I’ve been inlove with you for free for years. It hurts watching you try to force yourself to be inlove with a girl you know you don’t want to be with. It just fucking hurts Bakugou, so fucking bad.”

There was a crack in your voice that Bakugou knew all too well from the restless nights you’d spend together, and it didn’t take much for him to engulf your frame into a tight hug as he rested his head against yours. You dived into his chest, the familiar warmth wrapping around you in a way that made a few more tears slip from your eyes. You didn’t make a noise, but he knew that you were hurting.

Neither of you said anything, only holding each other until you removed yourself from him and wiped the tears off your face before he could see the evident streams marking your cheeks. He stared at you silently, as if he was contemplating something.

With timid eyes, he watched you fix the straps of your dress to find something to play with under his gaze. The silence was deafening, and was an unusual characteristic for the boy who always had something to say.

“You know she hates me, that’s why you never bring her around me.” You said, a tone of blankness carrying your voice through the room as your tears dried up and was replaced by the anger haunting your heart once again.

“No she doesn’t, she just feels like we’re too close.” Bakugou retorted, sighing and taking a seat on the chair he once occupied. You followed suit, leaning against the back of your own seat as you faced his body.

“Back in high school, I never told you this, but her and I argued in the bathroom once.” You informed, dryly chuckling as you watched his face contort with confusion.

“I told her that her pretty little face and fucked up manipulation wasn’t going to keep you around in the long run.” You stood quiet after letting him know, gulping some saliva down as you averted your gaze from his body to your painted nails. “Guess I was wrong.”

Bakugou didn’t know what to do. There were many things the man was capable of: he could destroy any villain in his way, was braver than any other fucking half assed hero out there, was smart as fuck, and could manage a relationship as well as being a top pro-hero because that’s just who he was.

What he couldn’t do, though, was fully digest the situation in front of him.

He bit his lip, running a hand across his face in frustration and staring meekly at your face. You couldn’t help but admire his frame as you did before. He was strong, well-built, smelled good, had great posture— there was nothing wrong with him. It was almost surreal.

“We’ve been dating for like two years.” Bakugou’s low voice broke the silence as he stared deep into your now glazed over eyes. You didn’t break the contact, hands rested against each side of the seat as you watched him speak.

“I’ve been dating her for two years and yet...” His words were lost, almost sounding as if he was hesitating the very same way you were earlier. You said nothing though, knowing he would stop expressing himself if you had opened your mouth.

“And yet I can’t help but imagine she was someone else.”

It was like every word he said was the last glass of water, and you drank it up against your skin in a way that brought goosebumps to his. You furrowed your eyebrows, silently signaling for him to continue.

“I never told you this,” he mocked your voice, his scowl still resting against his soft face, “but there was a time where I thought about what it would be like if we were a shitty thing.”

Everyone always assumed Bakugou and you would end up together. Whether it be from watching you both pin are each other relentlessly, to watching you fawn over him, and from just watching your interactions with one another— it almost seemed destined for you two to work out. Keyword: almost.

“Shitty Hair and Dunce-Face tell me all the fucking time that I’m an idiot for choosing this girl over you.” He scoffed, and you couldn’t help but feel your stomach tingle at the use of the name ‘this girl’ for his own girlfriend. “It’s not like I wanted to, you were always my first option.”

You stood quiet. The last sentence was lower than the others and sounded way more vulnerable. You couldn’t help but gape at him, repeating it in your brain as if they was the last words you’d ever hear again. You were always my first option.

Maybe it was the buzz you felt from the energy within the room, maybe you were drunk on adrenaline, or maybe you were just being a fucking dumbass, but the way your feet moved you from your seat to the desk he was sitting at was something you just couldn’t stop in time.

Bakugou hasn’t said anything beyond what he just finished as he watched you gently push his body away and hop up onto the desk. Your body was now inches away from his as you watched him shyly. You were always so obnoxiously close to him, so why is it that his stomach was throwing fireballs at his insides now?

“You deserve better, Katsu..” You lowly began, fiddling with the rings on your fingers as you glanced over at his body through your dark eyelashes. “Does she take care of you?”

Your words hit him in the chest and he couldn’t find it within himself to look away from you. He wasn’t sure what it was, or how you were doing it, but he was entranced by your every word and it was scaring the shit out of him. He found himself shaking his head, eyes never leaving yours as the scowl in his face began to soften.

“You’re a strong man, Katsu,” the way his nickname slipped from your lips nearly made him melt, the unfamiliar feelings he was so used to suppressing caused his head to jumble around and process your words, “you need someone who takes care of you the right way.”

You watched him, a hand lifting towards his head and running itself through his soft yet spikey hair. Bakugou always claimed he hated it when you played with his hair since that was something he thought no one was close enough to be able to touch, but he always seemed to lean into you unknowingly.

His chair scooted closer to the table, your legs now in between his lazily opened ones and his body aching to go closer into your touch.

“What are you suggesting?” His dark voice questioned, eyes staring at you as the once softened expression transformed into another of a slowly rising mischievous smirk. You were sure you were breathing earlier, but now? Not so much.

“Are you suggesting that I need someone else to take care of me?” His words hit you hard, your body facing whiplash from all the sudden changes of emotion.

You looked down shyly, trying to find the confidence you once had that was now lost in the gush of your flustered moment, yet Bakugou’s calloused, warm hand then reached up to your chin to perk it up to face his now standing body.

“Are you saying that you should be the one taking care of me?” He asked, staring at your eyes with more intensity than you were fully even prepared for. Your eyes dug into his as the feeling of his hands on your chin caused your brain to short circuit for a moment.

“You said it yourself, I’m a strong man.” You could feel the confidence drip from his words as you bit your left cheek to keep from whimpering at the intensity laced within the empty classroom. “I need someone to take care of me the right way, and I don’t think this girl is doing it Y/N.”

The use of your name caused you to tug your bottom lip between your teeth and blush behind his words. You didn’t miss the way his eyes quickly zipped from your eyes to your mouth, and back to your eyes once again. His body was now towering over your seated one, looking down at you as if you were the only person in the world at this moment.

Bakugou was out of it, to say the least. Usually he felt as if he had control over situations like this, but even with towering over your frame and his hand gripping your chin, he felt as if you were in complete control of the situation. He knew that his current girlfriend was probably coming to look for him, and he knew that everything was inevitable and he was simply just prolonging it.

That didn’t stop him from sliding his hand across your neck to grip the back of it and pull your face in towards him.

A kiss was the last thing you were expecting, and you would have gasped if his lips weren’t putting you in such a trance. It was like everything had stopped, time stopped, the dance stopped, everything was just on a hiatus.

His tongue danced against yours in a way that made you whimper lowly into his touch. His hands explored your body, rubbing against you in exasperated motions as you reciprocated by rubbing your hands across his chest, shoulders, and waist. It was like you were both doing the last thing you’d do before the world came to an end.

His lips moved feverishly across your own as tilted your head upwards to get a more comfortable position. A warm yet equally rough hand snaked it’s way back onto your neck and gripped your throat with such possession, you felt a tingle reach your lower half.

The intensity of the make out was one that put every other sound to shame as the room was filled with nothing but the small whimpers coming from either of you and the sound of your lips smacking against his. It was like a dream, and Bakugou couldn’t control himself any longer as he groaned into your touch.

It wasn’t until a gasp broke the seductive silence within the room, as well as pushed the two of you apart only to see his girlfriend staring at the two of you with wide eyes and a fizzy drink in both of her hands., that you realized something.

Shit just got really fucking complicated.

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I wanna have an angsty kiss moment with bakugou

>:( damnit anyways yeah like, reblog, comment, follow! thanks for reading! don’t forget to send some requests in <3

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eternityunicorn · 3 years ago

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For the fun meta ask!!! :D 2, 3, 10, 11, 16 annnddd 17 ^_^ Enjoy

Yay! Hey there! 💕😊💕

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project.

Well, despite having copious amounts of WIPs that I should be working on, I actually started another story (short? Long? I don’t know!). With new stories, I just get so excited ago just look forward to writing them, generally speaking. Although, with this new potential story, I’m looking forward to Elijah and Eternity interacting in particular, just because it’s going to be dramatic, sexy, and fun — and that’s all I’m gonna say, because it’s a secret *shhhh*

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway).

I don’t know!!! I have had several story idea plots that I’ve tried to flesh out, but can’t seem to manage it. For example, I have this gif of Klaus talking to the Strix, then it goes to Eternity’s sad, remorseful expression and then Elijah’s shocked on and my story for it is that Klaus announces that he and Eternity are going to marry, but she’s unofficial (or officially) with Elijah. Elijah is of course shocked by this news and it turns out that Klaus somehow, for some reason blackmails her into marrying him. Yet, I cannot make it work to save my life! Every attempt has failed! Spectacularly!

10. How would you describe your writing process?

Chaotic! I don’t plan or outline or anything. I just come up with an idea and I write. Basically, I let the stories write themselves, for better or worse.

11. What do you envy in other writers?

I’m terrible with paying attention to detail, like painting the picture in my head when I write. It’s my weakness. So people who can flesh out what’s in their mind really well, like poetically well, I envy that.

16. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)

The only thing that I’ve tried different is doing more crossovers, but again, I haven’t gotten any of them to stick…ugh! Otherwise, it’s business as usual. Although I do try to come up with different story lines that aren’t just copies of what I’ve already done. You know, similar, but different.

17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?

Again, I don’t know. I mean, I suppose so. One thing that might surprise readers (at least, those who are newer) is that I have been working on my OC Eternity for years and years…and years. She’s been with me since I was very young and continues to be apart of my life, even now (obviously, since that’s all I write about, basically).

#thanks for playing!#thank you for the ask!#sadie answers ask #ask answered #meta ask game #writer ask game #fanfiction ask game

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ur-jinji · 4 years ago

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hii! i love you!! and i have a request for a sokka x reader 👀prompts areeee “Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.” (#7) from the random prompt list annnddd “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.” (#13) + “Please don’t cry.” (#2) from the angst prompts ahaha- don't be shy, make it ANGSTY!! 😘💕💗💖✨

a/n: omfg ilysm ma’am🥺 WELL LETS GET TO IT THEN 😎 also don’t mind me writing about whipped sokka yet again,,,,

demolition lovers

sokka x reader

summary: you and sokka had been bickering a lot recently, causing you to worry

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Blurred trees. All you could see was blurred trees.

You had just narrowly escaped a group of Fire Nation soldiers, and you were running for your life. Your vision began to blur a few minutes before, but you knew you couldn’t stop. You had to put as much distance between them and yourself as your possibly could. You glanced beside you to make sure Sokka was still with you, which he was, running just as vigorously as you were. The two of you continued for sprint for a couple more minutes until you noticed a a possibly large hole in a massive tree.

“Can we stop running? I think I’m dying!” Sokka shouted. Perfect timing. You grabbed Sokka’s hand and pulling him to the direction of the tree. You dove into the hole, the water tribe boy following suit. You crashed against the wall of the inside of the tree, scraping up your shoulder.

“We can sit here for a bit before we keep going,” You told him in between heavy breaths. He nodded in reply, unable to say anything because he was so out of breath. You wiped some built up sweat from your forehead.

“I told you we shouldn’t have drawn attention to ourselves,” Sokka uttered as his fast breaths began to slow down. You whipped your head around to him.

“What? No, I said that,” You replied with confusion.

“No, you wanted sneak up, remember?” He reminded.

“No? I said I’d like to do, but that it’s not a good idea,” You responded, feeling yourself grow irritated. The two of you had been bickering a lot recently.

“Whatever, I didn’t hear that,” Sokka said back with a hint of attitude.

“Sokka, you lead the way? You threw the boomerang, and provoked them,” You said. “Don’t try to pin this whole situation on me.”

“I’m not trying to pin anything on you,” He muttered, rolling his eyes and turning away from you.

“Can you not roll your eyes at me? And yes, it felt like you were,” You replied heatedly. “Why have you been acting like this recently? You’ve been so argumentative.”

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Sokka replied, trying to dismiss it.

“Did I do something?” You questioned, the irritation sinking and worry replacing it. “Do you not like me anymore?”

“I still like you, Y/N. Relax,” He said, but it wasn’t very reassuring.

“Why doesn’t it feel like it?” You asked quietly, tears stinging your eyes. Sokka turned to look at you, shocked to see you upset. You were always so strong. He had never seen you cry before.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, baby,” He said softly. “Please don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it, Sokka,” You whispered. “Things have felt off between us.”

“No, it’s my fault. I’m sorry. I’ve just been so stressed about the war. I don’t mean to argumentative,” Sokka tried to reassure. You stayed silent as tears escaped. You turned your head away from him.

“Y/N, please talk to me,” He begged.

“If you don’t hug me right now, I think I might fall apart,” You croaked tearfully, sniffling. You felt a hand under your chin, gently pulling to turn your head. You let it pull and you faced Sokka, who looked at you with his blue eyes. Another tear slipped. Without saying anything, the boy pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tightly.

“You don’t know how much you mean to me, Y/N,” You heard him whisper against your hair, causing you to cry more. You and Sokka had a weird, complicated relationship. You felt drawn to him from the first moment you met him, and he felt the same way. You had joined him and his friends not long after meeting them, and the two of you grew close quickly. After a while, while sitting around the fire alone, it slipped out that you liked each other, and even shared a brief kiss, but you both agreed to keep things private. What you didn’t know was that Sokka didn’t want the relationship to be a secret anymore.

“You mean so much to be too,” You said into his chest. He pulled you closer, if that was even possible, in response. Sokka placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Maybe we can come out about our relationship?” He suggested gently. A silence fell over as you thought deeply about it. You nodded.

You didn’t see the grin that formed on Sokka’s face, a grin of pure excitement.

He could finally show the world that you were his.

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purple-dragon · 4 years ago

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in defense of chapter 139 (spoilers!)

it's still hard for me to get my thoughts in order so this might be a little disjointed but:

the (seemingly) extremely unpopular opinion: i liked it. a lot.

first let me go over the things i'm !!!! about that don't need further discussion: EXTRA FUZZY CONNIE!!!! jean and connie live!!! jean and connie see sasha and get some closure!!!! lmao this is just the jean and connie show isn't it

okay next. did the chapter feel a little rushed? yes, of course. is there stuff i wish was elaborated on? yeah, no shit. i wanted to see how the battle with hallu-chan ended. i wanted to see historia's side of the story. i wanted to see ymir's side of the story. if yams ever decides to come out with a series of epilogues or something that go more in depth, i would 100% support that. i want more. however, i'm still happy with this chapter because even though it didn't answer all of my questions, it was thematically consistent with the rest of the work. the ending made sense with where the entire manga has been building up to. it wasn't some kind of ass pull that came out of nowhere.

on ymir... i'm a little conflicted on how her story ended. i interpreted her backstory like this: she was in "love" with fritz the only way she knew how to be. fritz slaughtered and enslaved ymir's people, and yet he gave her attention, favor (i'm assuming), and sex (which we know to be rape, but she probably did not). this of course isn't actually love, but to an orphan with quite literally nothing else and no one to teach her differently, it must be love, right? it's got all the right ingredients (but we know it has none of the necessary dynamic).

so with all of that, ymir had no concept of what love actually is until mikasa came along. mikasa, who, much like ymir, loved someone so much that she dedicated her whole life to him. who would willingly lay down her life for him, just as ymir did for fritz. they're incredibly alike wrt the people they love, but with this major difference: mikasa is able to put herself and the world first, even if it means killing eren, while ymir has chained herself, intentionally or not, to fritz for 2000 years. mikasa ends up being the real inspiration for ymir - that's why we saw her smiling at the end of 138, because she sees the real, true love between eren and mikasa, but mikasa is still free, so ymir can free herself too.

actually, now that i've typed all that out, the more i realize that i like it, i just wish we saw it, rather than me interpreting a whole character based on a handful of panels.

now i guess i'll talk about reiner and levi? first off, i'm so so so happy that they both survived. levi was arguably the most damaged character through the whole series, and reiner was actively suicidal - i know a lot of people thought they were going to die as the end to their character arcs, but i'm so glad they didn't. i'm very happy that they both get the chance to rest and heal from everything that happened. reiner gets the chance to figure out what he wants to do with his relationship with his mother (and he's still simping for historia alskdfjasld), levi can live quietly (with the kids!!!!!!). they've both found something new to live for and i love it

also,,, gabi and falco are so cute i love them so much (wish udo and zofia were here too tho,,,)

okay. to the meat of the chapter.

i can't fit all of my thoughts on eren here, i'd have to write a whole essay on him, but i will say a little. i didn't see this chapter as a character assassination at all - i saw it as us finally seeing what was under the hard, cold mask he's been wearing since the time skip. because like, we know eren. at his core, he's the same emotional person he's always been - more grown up for sure, and more of an edgelord, but still him? and he must have been in constant pain, seeing all of time all the time... my poor boy. and even knowing that he has become an irredeemable monster, he still wants to live with mikasa and his friends, winning their freedom at the cost of his own... that's tragic, man. that shit hurted.

"thank you for becoming a mass murderer for us" excuse me??? armin??? sir hello?? is this allowed hello??? armin what the fuck?

also,,, did eren reincarnate as a bird? is that what that was implying? what was up with the birds through the story then?

eren and armin finally seeing the world together... i am in Pain

hooooooly shit, that dina reveal was not at all what i expected out of this chapter. like i knew the theory was out there, but i didn't expect it to be confirmed at all? i've seen the interpretation that eren just directed her into shiganshina, or that he directed her straight to carla, and tbh i like the second one more. it's darker and more messed up and i just think it's neat. ymmv, though.

i don't know how anyone thinks this is a happy ending, rather than bittersweet or outright tragic. like sure, our favorite characters are alive (except the obvious), but the world is still massively fucked and will be for the foreseeable future. 80% of humanity is dead, there's probably even more wildlife gone, and most of nature has been absolutely flattened. ecologically speaking, eren might have pushed this world into a mass extinction. additionally, removing titan powers from the world wasn't a magic ticket to peace - all it did was level the playing field between countries, and we can see that where the alliance becomes ambassadors and it says in the narration "this fight won't end until either the eldians or the rest of the world is wiped out". the equivalent to this would be to magically remove all nukes from existing and stop them from being made in our world - would it magically bring peace? no. of course not. would it put countries on a slightly more equal footing? perhaps.

basically, what i'm trying to say is that the fight hasn't ended, it's only been brought down to a human v human level, rather than human v titan v technology. what the implications of that for the world are, i don't know, and i wish yams had elaborated on that a little.

what eren did, then, with the rumbling, was give back the world's choice. there's no more titan threat, no more of his friends being forced to fight and die in 13 years, no more babies born with their choice to fight already stolen from them. he gave them freedom by eliminating the titans - exactly what he said he was going to do.

also on that note, what is up with the jaegerists? it seems like in and before the rumbling, all the extremists died out? maybe? like floch and his ilk, and that's why they aren't rushing to massacre the rest of the world, but who really knows... i want more post-rumbling worldbuilding...

finally (i think), that brings me to mikasa. i'm... not mad about the way we see her story end, tbh. i've seen people saying she just stays on paradis forever with eren, alone and practically in exile, but i don't think that's it? like we only see the gang 3 years in the future. mikasa loved eren so much, she dedicated her life to him from the time they were 9, and in the end he died because she killed him. let that sink in, y'know? the love of her life didn't just die, she killed him herself. if it were me, it would take me a lot longer than just 3 years to heal from that. and i think that's what we see her doing there at the end - resting and healing from undoubtedly some of the worst moments of her life. healing from grief isn't a quick or linear process; you don't just get over something like that. i know the saying goes "time heals all wounds" but sometimes it doesn't.

if we saw her maybe 10 years down the line, it might be a different story. maybe she would be in a much better place, with her own new family and goals. maybe she would be worse off, still missing eren and stuck in the past. i don't think that would be the case, though who knows? but for 3 years in the future, i think chilling on paradis with the memory of eren was the right place to leave her.

here's what i like to think happens in the future (and this is why i love semi-open endings, because some things are concrete but there's so much left open to interpretation): over the years mikasa heals, as does the world. she goes traveling the world with armin, and sees the rest of her friends often. she and levi are close - you can often find them having tea together. on occasion, she returns to paradis to share stories of her adventures with eren('s grave). in the end, she lives according to her definition of happiness, whatever that may be now, and though she never forgets eren, she keeps moving forward, and much like reiner and levi, finds a new purpose in life.

annnddd... that's all. unless i come back to add something i forgot about later, but we'll see if that happens.

#long post #snk #aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #spoilers #snk 139 #snk spoilers #in defense of chapter 139 #the dragon does meta

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hailing-stars · 4 years ago

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@febuwhump day 16: broken bones

such a softie

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“Told you it was disgusting,” says Tony, as Peter pulls the metal bar and flushes the toilet.

“Shut up,” says Peter. His voice was so weak and miserable, Tony felt a stab of guilt.

“Feeling better?” he asks. He reaches out, and covers his forehead with his hand. “You feel a little warm.”

“I’m fine,” says Peter. “Let’s go back and watch the film.”

“Kid,” says Tony. “You’re clearly sick. We’ll go home, and you can rest, and we’ll come back when you’re better. It isn’t like we have to see this one tonight.”

Peter develops a sickness at the movies, and Tony attempts to make him feel better.

“Parker,” says Tony.

They’re standing outside of the movie theater, their planned meeting destination, and Tony doesn’t think he can make it through the double doors without asking about what’s hanging on the boy’s arm.

“Please explain that hideous purse.”

“Oh,” says Peter. He tugs on the strap. “It’s May’s movie purse.”

It’s said with a tone that implies Tony should’ve already known this information, and as if that one, short sentence is enough to properly explain why the hell Peter has it and why it’s so ugly.

“And you’ve brought it out into the light of day because…”

“Because,” stresses Peter, “it’s tradition. It might not be fashionable, but it’s absolutely the best purse to sneak snacks into the theater. It’s got so many pockets!”

“You brought that to carry snacks?” asks Tony, unimpressed. “You realize they have a concession stand, right?”

“You’re rich so you don’t understand,” Peter tells him. “You gotta sneak snacks from the dollar store, Mr. Stark, or you’ll pay seven dollars just for a coke.”

“Uh huh,” says Tony. He slings an arm around Peter, and together, they start towards the entrance. “And since, as you so wisely just pointed out, I’m a literal billionaire, you didn’t stop to think I’d buy the snacks?”

“It’s the principle. Five dollars for a box of Sour Patch Kids is robbery.”

Tony laughs as they step inside the building. They purchase their tickets, have them checked at the end of the roped line, and step into the open area. The (apparently) evil concession stand is in front of them. Tony starts in that direction when Peter grips his arm to stop him.

“It’s my money, Pete -”

“Wait,” says Peter. The boy closes his eyes, and Tony sighes. He recognizes that goofy expression. He knows he’s about to get some kind of melodramatic speech. “Do you smell that?”

Tony humors him, and inhales the aroma of buttery popcorn. “Yep. That’d be the popcorn you refuse to let me buy.”

“Not just popcorn,” says Peter. “It’s the movie magic smell.”

“Christ,” says Tony. “I wish May would’ve told me you transformed into a strange little gremlin once you walked through the theater doors.”

Tony continues towards the concession stand, where Peter manages to violate his principles and uses Tony’s credit card to buy a large popcorn, a large Cherry Coke, assorted candy boxes, a package of chocolate chip cookies and a soft pretzel with a cup of cheese sauce.

He proves his original point quite well, when, between the two of them, they order enough food to charge over a hundred dollars to his card.

They haul all the food to their seats, and Tony thinks maybe they should’ve paid for an extra seat just for all the kid’s snacks. It’s a ridiculously large amount of food. If it were anyone else but Peter, Tony would’ve doubted they’d eat it all.

Peter Parker is a garbage disposal that never gets full. He’s devoured the pretzel and starts tearing open the package of cookies before the previews even begin.

Out of the corner of Tony’s eye, he watches as the kid does the most reprehensible thing he’s ever seen. He dunks the chocolate chip cookie in the cheese sauce and eats it.

Tony releases a long sigh. “Kid, that is literally one of the most disgusting things I’ve seen you do. Please do not -”

“-You wanna try it, Mr. Stark?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Seems boring, but okay.”

“If I were boring,” says Tony, “I wouldn’t be chaperoning you to this R rated film.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “Like I don’t have a fake ID.”

“Excuse me what?”

“I said good,” says Peter. “Because I don’t have a fake ID, so thank you.”

“Uh huh,” says Tony, just as the lights begin to dim and the previews start to plan, temporarily saving Peter from an interrogation Tony schedules for later.

Parenting is rough, and teenagers are like a different species of human altogether. He’s dreading Morgan’s teenage years, but at least he’s got Peter to prepare him for it, to give him a trial run.

The previews end, and something’s glitching out the kid.

He’s gripping the armrests tight. He’s grimacing, and for a few seconds, Tony’s convinced Peter is holding his breath. He’s just about to ask him if he’s alright when Peter stands, and bolts, fleeing the auditorium with that ugly purse strapped on his shoulder.

Tony pauses, waits a few seconds, before deciding he’d better follow him and make sure everything’s okay.

He finds Peter in the bathroom, with his knees on the floor and his head over the toilet, puking his guts out.

“Told you it was disgusting,” says Tony, as Peter pulls the metal bar and flushes the toilet.

“Shut up,” says Peter. His voice was so weak and miserable, Tony felt a stab of guilt.

“Feeling better?” he asks. He reaches out, and covers his forehead with his hand. “You feel a little warm.”

“I’m fine,” says Peter. “Let’s go back and watch the film.”

“Kid,” says Tony. “You’re clearly sick. We’ll go home, and you can rest, and we’ll come back when you’re better. It isn’t like we have to see this one tonight.”

“Maybe it is,” says Peter. He wobbles, and has to lean against the slimy, gross bathroom wall to steady himself. “This might be our last chance! There could be a pandemic that shuts down everything and threatens to topple the theater industry forever.”

“Pete that’s not going to happen, not even in our universe,” says Tony. “You watch too many science fiction films.” He pulls Peter away from the wall and leads him out of the bathroom. “Besides, we’ve got Bruce Banner. No pandemic would stand a chance, and it’s about time he start putting those seven PHDs to use.”

“Fine,” says Peter. “But we’re coming back to the theater as soon as I stop puking my guts out.”

“Deal.”

They spend the night in the bathroom.

Peter throws up so much Tony starts to worry, though there’s not much he can do except look on in pity and offer the occasional back rub of support.

After Peter finishes a brutal episode of puking, he flushes the toilet and wipes his face with a strip of toilet paper.

“I think I broke a rib that time,” he mutters.

“If you broke bones puking, that’d truly be a record, kid.”

“Might as well get something from this misery,” he tells him.

Peter looks at him with glossy eyes and a face pale with sickness and with sweat. He appears much younger right then, as if Tony’s peering into the past, and Peter’s pain hits him much harder in that moment.

Tony’s struck with this strange urge to make the whole world right just for him. He considers going backwards in time again, only this time just a few hours back, just to slap that damned cookie and cheese sauce from the kid’s hand.

“I’m sorry you got so sick, bud.”

“That’s okay,” says Peter. “I think I’m done puking… at least I hope. Just wanna lay down.”

“How about this,” says Tony. “We’ll get you in your bed, all nice and cozy, and I’ll bring you some Gatorade and some crackers, annnddd a trash can. Just in case.”

“Sounds good,” says Peter, and he tries to smile, but it gets twisted into a grimace.

Tony helps Peter to his bed, and tucks him in. He brings him the things he thinks will make him feel better, but somehow, it doesn’t seem like enough, and Tony’s still pondering a way to make things right for him, even after the boy’s eyes close and he drifts off to sleep.

Finally, he thinks of something that still isn’t enough, but will at least put a proper smile on the kid’s face.

Tony finishes setting up the screen along the wall opposite of the bed just as Peter nods awake. He sits up slowly, and rubs his eyes.

“Mr. Stark,” he says. “What’s that?”

“The theater,” says Tony. “I’ve brought it to your bedroom.”

Peter laughs. “You’re such a softie.”

“Shut your mouth or I won’t tell you the best part.”

It’s the first time in Peter’s life he manages to be quiet. Tony switches on the projector, and the opening credits play for the movie they had been trying to watch before the Cheese Cookie Illness had taken control of their evening.

“No way!!” says Peter.

“I know it isn’t the same -”

“-are you kidding?” asks Peter, his face lit with a grin. “This is so awesome!”

Tony’s chest flutters with something like pride. It’s a good, warming feeling, to see the strange gremlin Peter return, and maybe the best part, Tony doesn’t even need a time machine to achieve it.

#febuwhumpday16 #irondad #irondad fic #my fic #vomiting #sickfic #tw: indirect nod to covid19 pandemic #it's just one line #just trying to be safe tho

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My Boys

Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1843

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Annnddd I’m back! so I know it’s been a while since the last update and I just wanna thank you all for having patience with me while I finished up with college, just a warning this chapter may feel a little awkward to read due to me just getting back into my writing mind so apologises in advance for this one. Anyways I’ll quit blabbering, Enjoy everyone! :)

This was my day of reckoning, my punishment for all the bad deeds I’d done over the past couple of years…I was finally being sent to school. Okay maybe that was a tad dramatic, but can you blame me? I mean who wants to be trapped in a building against their will for 7 hours straight learning about dead guys?! No sane person would willingly agree to that crap!

I’ve tried just about everything to avoid my approaching doom, hell I even went as far as hiding in the basement surrounded by cobwebs to try and get out of this, but as per usual neither Steve or Bucky took mercy on me, hence why in currently trapped between the two. “You are aware I’m perfectly capable of walkin’ by myself aren’t ya? The looping of the arms is not needed boys” I swear down these two are being more annoying than usual, and I didn’t think that was humanly possible cause these two are basically the living embodiment of annoyance. Steve turned and raised his eyebrows at me, shaking his head as he let out a small laugh, “Yeah there’s absolutely no way I’m fallin’ for that again, last time that happened it look me and Buck an hour to get you outta that tree”. Ah crap there goes that plan.

I’m pretty sure the noise I made wasn’t even human, it was a mix between a seal and a possessed monkey “I’m not gonna get outta this am I?” “Nope” and que another frustrated groan. “Is this payback for the time I placed that bucket of flour above your bedroom door and watched the both of you turn into ghosts? If it is then I want you to know I regret nothin’” both of them stopped and glared at me, for some reason they didn’t find that as funny as I did, and I have no idea why. Okay whatever you do y/n don’t laugh, even if Steve’s face looks like a slapped arse don’t laugh! A snicker slipped past my lips and a few seconds later I was full on laughin’. Goddamn it.

Both of em just let out a bunch of sighs and started draggin’ my butt along the street, wait there’s somethin’ I haven’t tried yet…in hindsight this is completely stupid but screw it. “OH MY GOD LOOK A SPACESHIP!” I’m pretty sure poor Bucky jumped outta his skin, Steve ended up trippin’ up and falling down, I’ll admit that I felt bad about but hey may plan worked! So why am I still standin’ there?… maybe we try this thing called running y/n! I quickly pulled my arm away from Bucky and used my new-found freedom to run in the opposite direction of them, I could hear the shouts of protest from the both of them, so I decided to kindly ignore them and absolutely leg it. “GODAMMN IT Y/N! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MORNIN’!” when were the boys gonna catch on that I didn’t wanna go? Do I need to prepare a firework show and blast it in their faces or somethin’…probably.

I know I probably shouldn’t be smiling, but the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as my feet hit the ground made me feel free, after so many years I could finally begin acting my age and enjoy my childhood. I finally felt content with my life, which is probably the opposite of what I should be feeling at this moment in time, considering I was currently making my grand escape. And to completely honest I’ve got no bloody clue as to where I am. I glanced behind me to see where the hell those idiots were, to my surprise Steve was directly behind me, Buck was somewhere in the back holdin’ his knee and I’m guessing the daft sod decked it. Why am I not surprised? Okay maybe I should of kept my mouth shut cause literally a second later my foot tripped over a rock and, you guessed correctly, I landed on my ass for the thousandth time!

“Sh*t! Cr*p! B*lls! That f**king hurt!” and that ladies and gentlemen is my fine command of the queens English, a groan of pain made me loose my train of thought as I turned my head to Steve, to put it simply he was laid flat on his back with his eye closed. Well there’s the rush of guilt I’ve been waiting for, “Sh*t Steve I’m sorry, you okay down there tough guy?” I quickly offered him my hand to help him up, I mean it’s the least I could do. Steve’s hand grabbed mine, a not so quiet grunt of pain made me feel even worse, quick question why am I such an assh*le at times? “Yeah, I’m fine y/n, don’t worry about it you know for a fact I’ve had worse” a quiet sigh left my lips as I brought him in for a hug, which was a tiny bit awkward due to the height difference. Once we pulled away from each other, I couldn’t supress the need to check him for anymore injuries, much to Steve’s embarrassment and Bucky’s amusement, “Jesus I’m gonna have to start wrapping ya up in blankets and pillows, Steve how the hell did you manage to get a bruise on your ear?!”

The sudden gasp behind me pretty much answered the question for me, it’s safe to say barney boy is in trouble…for the first in my life Bucky looks pretty f**king terrified of me, perfect. Slowly I started inching towards him, the glare I was sending him would probably make a demon cry for his mum…so yeah imma go kill the boy. I didn’t even have to say anything, he just started runnin’, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE STOLE MY FR**KING PUDDIN’ AND THE PUNK KNOWS I LOVE MY PUDDIN!’” YEP DEFINITELY KILLIN’ HIM “HE IS A SMALL AND GENTLE BOY HOW IN THE NAME OF HELL CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYIN’ A HAND ON ‘IM?!” god this sounds like a bleeding soap opera.

At this point I wouldn’t be surprised of someone called the cops on us, all everyone woulda seen was a big lad runnin’ for his life as a small lass tried to murder him while a smaller lad ran after the pair yellin’ for em to quit it. Now that I think about, that’s actually hilarious. Wait, where was I? ah yes the murdering of one James Barnes…okay that is not a normal sentence I am aware. “HE.STOLE.MY.PUDDIN’! THAT A CRIME WORTHY OF DEATH!” oh for f**ksake “HOW THE HELL DO YA KNOW IT WAS HIM?! DID YOU NOT THINK IT COULDA BE BECCA?!” I think he made a sudden realisation, cause the dumbass stopped running and BOOM I was on the freakin’ floor. Again. We both groaned, mine was mostly in annoyance more than anything, but seriously the bloody floor is quickly becoming me best mate! “…. It just dawned on me that that could be a possibility…” if my neck twisted any quicker I’m 100% sure that I’d end up doin’ that weird owl thing “Oh now you realise?! Ya gonna say sorry to Steve or not?” a few seconds of silence gave me my answer. “Don’t give me that look y/n! I ain’t doing s**t till I’ve got some evidence so he’s still under my list of suspects!” oh my Jesus Christ this is gonna be the day I get arrested for murder isn’t it?

“Barnaby…you have exactly five seconds to run for your life so I highly recommend you get your affairs in order and kiss ya ass goodbye” oh hey look at that I didn’t yell at him! Well done me I’m so proud! “could you two quit trying to kill each other for 5 minutes?! We’re already late enough as is it and I ain’t explainin’ to the teacher why Buck’s outta it on the floor!” my f**kin god Steve just yelled! At me! why do I never have a camera when this s**t happens? “Jeez, alright I’ll murder him later, calm your damn t*ts Rogers” and cue the sound of barely contained frustration in 3,2,1….

“I’m beginning to get the feelin’ that you don’t like me y/n” oh really? I wonder what gave that away “wow you catch on quickly don’t ya Barnaby?” by the looks of things I’m really doing wonders for his ego, buck’s head looks like it’s gotten smaller so the risk of him turning into a hot air balloon’s gone down. The feeling of a pair of eyes glaring at the back of my head once again reminded me that the blonde boy was quickly getting tired of our crap, my worst fears were confirmed once I met Steve’s surprisingly intimidating glare…how he manages to be both adorable and beyond f**king terrifying is a mystery to me. “Okay I’m comin’ just stop staring at me like I just murdered your kitten!” and the little s**t has the nerve to smirk and look pleased with himself, ugh he’s been hanging ‘round me and Bucky too long that’s for sure.

“Ya know Buck and you are gonna be the death of me” right do I be offended or pleased with that statement? “actually, if anything it’s gonna be the pair of you that send me to an early grave cause god knows the both of ya don’t know how to stay outta trouble” two muffled sounds of protest came from my left and from behind me, “what’s that supposed to mean?!” once again the point has been missed “do you really wanna know the answer to that? I’ve got my report and presentation ready on how you two are a pair of numpties”.

Maybe that was a tad harsh…okay wait never mind it seems I’ve learned how to fly again with the assistance of one James Buchannan Barnes. “this is coming from the girl who can’t walk five feet without fallin’ over somethin’?” as much as I hate to admit it the walking embodiment of frustration and annoyance has a point “what you call fallin’ I call floor hugs, now how about you pUT ME DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” wait when did Steve walk off? See this is what happens when an overgrown ape demands attention. I don’t even have to look at Buck to know he’s givin’ me that look that says, “what the hell?” and “I’m not surprised by this” at the same time, “Nah I don’t think that’s gonna happen doll” the temptation to kick ‘im where the sun doesn’t shine is too much to bare for me at this point. “And you wonder why I love Steve more that you” Buck’s face kinda looked like someone just shoved a whole lemon in his mouth, I’m almost certain that he woulda dropped me on my ass if it wasn’t for the fact that Steve came over and dragged us both through the gates of hell.

This is gonna be so much fun!……said no-one ever.

Okay…maybe it didn’t suck as much a thought it did, hopefully my skills as a writer will come back for the next couple of chapters XD Thanks for reading ! :)

Rose xxx

#winter soldier x reader #winter soldier #captain america x reader #captain america #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #mcu #fanfic #reader #reader insert #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader

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