#bc he is a gentlemen and I want him to be bold just one time

[allofuswantgwinam]

im upset bc i just found out the gas station guys work hours are no bueno and im too clingy for that 😭😭🤣 no moves were made, I just asked him bc he was there tonight and I was gonna maybe have balls and be like “oh do you wanna hang out one day” but the man goes to wok literally an hour before I clock in and then works really long and idk, im gonna re ask again tomorrow bc maybe I just misunderstood 😭😭

[sukunasbabymama]

When someone tries to make them jealous.

⌗ Pairing: Manjiro Sano (Mikey), Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Baji Keisuke, Mitsuya Takashi, Nahoya Kawata (smiley).

⌗ Warnings: Sugestive on Draken’s part but just bc reader is petty as fuck, cursing.

Request.

Manjiro Sano Mikey.

This happens too much with him, people from other gangs or not even in a gang see him so small that their first thought is to mess with him. How wrong they were.

Because he has made his mission to be your protector he doesn’t fight people in front of you for stuff like that, he thinks you don’t deserve a man that loses his cool so easily. And that’s okay, he can do that, but you can’t.

Y’all were at the beach with all the captains and vice-captains, you were laying on your front while Mikey was putting sunscreen on your back when two guys stop just in front of you, you frown and lookup.

“Hey gorgeous, want to play volleyball with us?” One of them says ignoring Mikey on purpose, you feel his hands tense on your back.

“No, thank you”

“Why is that? Oh, is this your lil stepbrother or your boyfriend? Can he even handle all of that?” The other one says motioning to your body, you laugh and see all the captains starting to stand up.

“Do you need him to have his hands on my ass so you can judge if he’s my man?” You take Mikey’s hand and put it on your ass. “Is this enough for you to back the fuck up or do you need me to go there and smack you the fuck up? I’m cool with both”

They were about to say something but if there’s one thing you like more than being praised by Mikey, is putting mfs in their place.

“If another thing comes out of your lame ass mouth toward me then I will be kind enough to let my man use both of yall head as a ball since y'all are so fixed in playing volleyball,” You raise your eyebrows with a small smile. "get. the. hell. outta. my. sight"

Everybody was in shock, they knew Mikey's partner isn't the one to be messed with but they never saw why. This was more than enough proof.

"So I restrict myself from fighting people and you go and do this? "Mikey says with a smile, he bends down a little and kisses your temple.

"You can do that all you want, but ain't nobody gonna disrespect you in front of me, Manjiro," You say deadpan, he hums satisfied.

"I was going to put the ring on your finger anyway, you know"

What's with this mf and his desire of being so damn bold?

Ken Ryuguji Draken.

He doesn't like fighting just anyone because he knows his strength, and he is really sure about his relationship with you. That doesn't mean he doesn't get annoyed as fuck every time someone hit on you, like, he sure as hell ain’t short so they can see his ass right by your side.

You were accompanying him in his bike shop, you do that from time to time because he would be in front of you talking about bikes with a big smile while you were helping him organizing all the documents and sales for him so he can focus on his bikes.

You were doing just that, in a comfy silence and humming a random song when two guys about your age enter the shop.

“Good afternoon, how may we hel—”

“Well damn look at this hottie!” Your smile drops and Draken looks over his shoulders frowning. “Forget why we here, what’s your name?”

“How may we help you, gentlemen?” You say deadpan.

“By letting me take you out, pretty face,” One says and that’s when Draken walks behind the counter, acting like he needs something from the lower drawers.

“That’s not gonna happen,” You say, getting irritated already. Patience was your boyfriend’s virtue, not yours.

“You scared of having a good time? I promise I’ll make you happier than your man” Uh, that’s it.

You grab Draken by his collar and pull him up without breaking eye contact with the guys.

“This man’s right hand can make me feel better than both of you combine could in a whole day with me, please do yourself a favor and don’t embarrass yourself anymore and, get the hell out of my shop” Your tone almost makes Draken get out of the shop too.

After they go out you tried to go back to your work but were interrupted by Draken turning the chair around and getting between your legs.

“I can do that just with my hand?” You roll your eyes and he laughs. “Yes”

“Yes, what?” You ask curiously.

“Yes, this is your shop too, our shop,” He says and smiles.

You pout and he kisses you.

Baji Keisuke.

Now, here… you are just rude. You don’t play that acting respectful first and then snapping, you would snap as soon as someone tries you when you are with your man. Nobody can’t play with the times with your man, period.

You were out on a walk and y’all saw a group of cats so naturally, y’all went to pet them.

“Honey, go and buy food for them, please?” You say while petting the mom of the little family, he nods.

While he was there you put your backpack in the grass and sit on it, putting Baji’s jacket on your thighs because your skirt would betray you if you don’t.

“Oh? And what’s this little one doing here?” An older man says in a flirty tone and you roll your eyes and look up.

“I’m waiting for my man, keep walking buddy,” You say and see Baji coming back with a plastic bag and drinks.

“Mhm, I don’t think he cares about you if he lets a pretty little thing like you alone in—” Baji was in silence with his eyebrows raised, listening to everything behind the man.

“He doesn’t need to care about me meeting creeps like you because I find joy in making them suffer,” You say and the man opens his eyes in surprise. “I’m gonna repeat myself one more time, move or I’ll take the time to rearrange your fucking face”

“Let me know if their warning isn’t enough so I can just skip that and beat your ass past recovery,” Baji says and the man jumps when he hears the deep voice, he walks away fast.

After giving you your drink he starts taking everything out of the plastic bag with a big smile.

“Why you seem so happy?” You ask, he moves and gives you a quick kiss.

“I would never get tired of you cussing people out in my presence,” You roll your eyes. “Whaaat? I take pride in being your man and you stating that fact in every chance you got put me on cloud nine”

“It better be,” You pull him back to your face and smile. “Since I really like you being mine, baby.”

“All yours~” He sings cocky as hell.

Mitsuya Takashi.

Oh, this good soul. You were his total opposite. While he tried to not fight unless he has to, you would always pop off first and ask questions later.

That doesn’t mean you go on life fighting everybody, it’s just that you were fine with being a confrontational person if you feel like you or him are being disrespected.

You were at his crafting club hanging out with him, today you weren’t being his model tho, it was some guy because they need different measurements so you were sitting at his desk comfortably while Mitsuya was moving all over the place.

“Are you a model?” The new guy says, and you smile politely at him.

“I am not,” You say and lean back when he leans forward. Uh, has anybody told him about personal space?

“I think you could be one,” He says in a flirty tone, and at that moment you feel Mitsuya’s hand on your shoulder, letting you know that he can help anytime. “You are really pretty, do you have a boyfriend?”

“I do”

“Well, that doesn’t matter,” He shrugs. “I don’t think he can’t compete, so let’s go—”

Mitsuya closed his eyes with a knowing smile.

“Of course he can’t compete,” You say with a laugh. “Look at him and look at you”

He shows a shocked expression when you lift your hand, sliding it under Mitsuya’s shirt. He’s behind you and that’s the easiest way to demonstrate what you were saying, also because, come on, you want to show off your man. And he has never put your hand away when you do this.

“You can’t compete where you can’t compare, mister universe,” You say in a bored tone, and from where you were you could see his ego being hurt. “Now if you don’t mind, I would like to make out with my man before he has to go back to work.”

The boy didn’t even try to talk back, he just went on his way, Mitsuya looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

“So we are going to make out, now?” He smiles.

“Yes, please, let’s go,” You say taking his hand and smiling at his satisfied laugh.

Nahoya Kawata Smiley.

This mf, this mf!!

He’s feral, yeah we know, but with you, he tries to not submit into his inner self telling him to whoop the ass of every man that looks your way. Why is this? Because you can match his energy. He’s still thinking of a comeback when you already had the person crying at your feet. So, he prefers to see you being feral.

Y’all were at a ramen shop, both of you and his brother. They like to take you with them on a food tour to taste all kinds of ramen so they could get a hold of what they want for their own shop.

“You like the decoration, baby?” He asks and you hum in agreement.

Y’all thank the waiter when he put the menú on the table, and that’s when he starts being weird.

“Would you like me bringing you some dessert, pretty?” He says with a flirty tone and you let out a giggle when you feel Nahoya hand sliding up your thigh.

“I haven’t even decided what’s gonna be the main dish and you already offering me a dessert, you gonna pay for it?” You smile while sliding your hand upon your man’s thigh, he instantly opening his legs a little bit to give you better access.

“Their boyfriend is literally in front of you…” Souya says confused and you smile at him.

“This kid? This is a whole kid in front of this angel,” He says cocky, and your head snaps to your right to look at Nahoya’s smile tightening, you smile and look at his brother.

“Oh, my baby, there are people like this dumbass who likes to embarrass themselves pulling stupid shit like this,” You smile sweetly and Souya does the same. “That’s what I think because there’s no way in hell that a motherfucker like this think he can compete with a whole Nahoya Kawata”

“Bitch, you—” Before he finishes Nahoya already has jumped over the table and was already punching him in the face.

You see, Nahoya loves to see you feral and for that, he would not submit to his aggressive side, but that ends the moment a person calls you mean names. He doesn’t give a fuck if it’s inside a temple, if someone calls you anything other than your name or a respectful alternative name, they’re gone.

You smile and stand up, you interlock your arms with Souya and resting your head on his shoulder. When the others waiters come out of the kitchen you smile politely at them.

“You can cancel the order from table number 7, we aren’t hungry anymore,” Souya let out a giggle because y’all didn’t actually order anything.

Ah, how funny is to be part of the Kawata twins' dynamics.

@saturnmitsuya bestie i got u some taka content.😩🤞🏾

[kafka-ish]

coward | s.u.

y/n, bold and beautiful, is now second guessing herself when she finds herself skinny dipping with stan uris 

word count: 2.5k

warnings/included: fluff, steamy-ish, exhibitionism, fem!reader

request: (from anon) “could i have a request where the reader is v v v flirty with stan and one day he says something really dirty even richie's shocked. it’s fine if not.” 

a/n: i accidentally changed it bc i misread ur request im so so sorry !!! also if u noticed i haven’t written in awhile it’s bc my classes started up again so fics may take more time to write/post -- hope u understand <3

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What came out of y/n’s mouth next truly shocked Stanley.

“Wanna go skinny dipping?” It wasn’t far off from whatever usually spewed from her mouth that she and the rest of the Losers had a hard time controlling.

His mind flashed to all the times y/n’s hand grazed his: the light touches, the silent stares, the whispers that tickled his ears and kissed his brain.

“Next year for Halloween, you should be Stan without a shirt.”  

The hearts she drew on his notebook when he wasn’t looking, the hand she held in hers, the what-are-we’s before giggling in his wonderstruck face that she was joking; it was all a sign of want that he’d been too dense to see before.

“You’re great, you know. Great at being an asshole.”

Sweet, mischievous y/n; always blunt, always careless of what others thought of her. It never occurred to Stan of what she thought of him.

Richie was the first to speak up, Stan still having to catch his breath from the promiscuous words that left her mouth seconds ago. “Sure, toots, I’d love to see what’s under that suit of yours. God, you don’t know how much I hate that thing.” He laughed and Stan wanted to beat the shit-eating grin off his shit-eating friend. His jaw, pronounced and square, tightened and Richie saw. “On second thought, I think someone else would enjoy the view way more.”

Another laugh came from the group, but it wasn’t from Richie. It was y/n’s. The soft giggle leaving her luscious lips did nothing to calm Stan.

“Are you jealous, Stanley?” She asked. A smirk sat on her lips. She only called him by his full name when she teased him.

He definitely felt like he was being thrown a bone only to find out the pitcher never threw one right now.

“Of course not.” Stan gave her the side-eye, readjusting his position from the rock he sat on while doing so. “I can’t think of any situation where I’d be jealous of Richie.”

“Oh yeah?” Richie challenged and Stan squinted at him.

“Yeah.”

“I can think of one—multiple, actually.” Richie wore the same smirk as y/n—only his was less digestible. Maybe it was because y/n was less insufferable to be around, or because she didn’t take a crack at his religion every chance she had, or because her hair was soft and shiny on her head and something Stan wished he could run his hands through. Maybe it was because y/n was a girl, or because she was pretty and the way she batted her eyelashes made him see stars even in the sunlight.

“When?”

Richie leaned in and whispered something that was totally vulgar and jarring to Stan’s ears.

Stan flinched—unsurprised that his friend was ballsy enough to say such a thing, but because what if he had actually thought about doing such a thing?

“Gross, Ruh-Ruh-Richie!” Bill yelled from across the quarry, already knowing what his friend would say.

“Yeah. You’re disgusting,” Eddie said from next to him while he looked up at Bill.

“Ruh-lax. It’s not like it’s something I’m gonna do.” Richie opened a new can of Keystone Light next to his already half-drunken one. “I got freedom of thoughts though, right?” He winked and Ben rolled his eyes.

“If you already have a drink open you should finish it,” Stan instructed, ignoring the subject at hand.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist.” y/n sounded closer than she was before. Her arm brushed up against his and he thought she was about to hold his hand until her fingers grazed just past his to grab his can of beer. She took a sip. “Besides, it all ends up somewhere.”

She could be so careless with her actions. But this was the same girl who made sure paper and plastic went to recycling, the total opposite of Stan, a total enigma.

“I just think, if you want another one, you should finish the one you already have.” Stan explained himself clearly and concisely. It was something y/n always admired. She never got tired of hearing him talk—she could listen to him talk for hours on end.

“Whatever.” Her eyes rolled so far he’d thought they’d get stuck. “I’m going home. “Later, Losers.”

“Wuh-what about the sk-skinny dipping?” Bill asked and Ben elbowed him. He wasn’t yet comfortable in his body, though he had been on Derry High’s track team for a year and a half and lost a fair amount of weight (twenty-two pounds), he still wasn’t comfortable in his own skin (he didn’t think he’d ever be)—even around his best friends—friends he considered family.

“We can do it tomorrow.” y/n shrugged. “Sound good to you, Stanley?” Her eyes were only focused on him and Stan knew that. They glowered under the sun’s harsh rays and fixated on his figure.

“I don’t know.” Stan tried to sound as monotone as possible. “Maybe you should be asking Richie instead.”

At that, y/n smiled, leaving the rest of the group confused as she walked away.

“Duh-dude!” What wuh-was that?” Bill wondered aloud, astounded how y/n had him wrapped around her finger—or maybe it was the other way around.

“If I knew, I would tell you,” Stan said, holding the same shock in his voice.

“Are you and y/n like—”

“No!” The sharpness of Stan’s tongue cut Ben off quickly with a harsh glare he’d later apologize for. But it would be a lie to say that he didn’t want something with y/n. Another lie, that Stan would keep to himself, would be that he didn’t anticipate the events that were to come for tomorrow…

“Hey, stranger!” It was y/n from down below. She was already wading in the water—waiting for him, presumably.

“Hey, y/n/n.” He started for the long way down, not caring to cannon-ball ten feet down from the cliff of the quarry today. “Where’s Bill and Bev and Mike and Ben and—”

“—and Richie?” A beam shot across y/n’s face as soon as Stan met her eye line.

“And Richie,” Stan mumbled. That was the only thing he’d been worried about. Although he knew there was nothing about his trashmouth friend to worry about. But it was always best to stay skeptical.

“I told them not to come.” y/n said this with such nonchalance—such grace as she tilted her head into the water and drifted back, letting the water carry her away as if she were weightless.

“Why,” Stan asked, though it came out as more of a demand.

“Because.” y/n shrugged, but you couldn’t really shrug while you were trying to stay afloat. He noticed that her eyes were closed, and her bathing suit was still on. Maybe she was lying about skinny dipping and he had worked himself up last night over nothing. y/n was like that—making promises she never intended to fulfill. If it weren’t for y/n being, well, y/n, Stan might’ve been annoyed at her antics. But he wasn’t—far from it, even. He was infatuated with her being—clothed or not, enraptured with how sunshine she could be one hour and rain she could be the next.

Math and English were an easy feat—but trying to understand y/n was like trying to learn Mandarin blind and deaf.

Her curves spilled from the bikini bottoms that hugged her butt and the matching top she wore hugged her bust exceptionally. The bikini’s scandalous red color harmonized with y/n’s skin tone well and Stan couldn’t imagine her in anything else at the moment. He didn’t want to imagine her in anything else.

“Are you gonna get in?” Her presence startled him as she was quick to swim up to the rocks. “Or are you scared?” A sly smile splayed across her pink lips and Stan mirrored her.

“I’m scared?” He scoffed. “You were the one who said we were going skinny dipping.” He stripped himself of his shirt, revealing his pale, yet toned, chest. “Guess who’s not undressed.”

“You?” y/n guessed; the innocent tone surprising on her tongue. She had inadvertently licked her lips at the answer and Stan couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her mouth due to the action.

“No. You.”

“My bad.” A giggle escaped her bitten lips and y/n began to unclip the back of her bikini. “Is that better now?” The straps fell loose against her arms, but the top stayed covering her breasts.

Stan didn’t say anything.

“What if I…” y/n didn’t finish her sentence. Silently, she fully removed the straps from her arms and the contraption left her bodice.

“Christ,” Stan seethed out, but he wasn’t gentlemen enough to look away from the sight on display before him: y/n treading the shallow water that was crystal clear thanks to Mr. Sun that shone down on this part of town, giving Stan an eyeful.

“Don’t say his name in vain.” She had now slipped the bottoms off and Stan didn’t know what to do with himself. Get undressed, I guess.

His pants were the next to go as Stanley undid his brown leather belt that held his too-big khaki shorts together. His waistline had shrunk due to baseball season’s quick start. And although it was only early March, the heat had picked up fast in this small town they called home and Stan could feel himself already itching to feel the water on his sweat-stricken skin.

“What are you waiting for?” y/n called from below. She was growing impatient, but who could blame her?

Stan stood above her in only his underwear. If the rest of the student body was here, he would’ve been living out his nightmare—stripped to the bone with an audience to gawk at him. But only y/n was here to witness the grey Calvin Kleins that hugged his thighs and rather than a nightmare, this felt more like a daydream.

“Are you shy?” She teased. “C’mon, Stanny, there’s no need to be—”

“Shy my ass,” Stan interjected as he relieved himself of the last piece of clothing and jumped into the water all in a quick movement.

“Glad you could finally make it, slowpoke.” y/n splashed his face, disregarding his lack of clothes—both of their lack of clothes—but Stan couldn’t help but admire y/n’s skin that the water had already kissed and glowed under the flash of the sun.

He’d never seen her in such a state before. In fact, he’d never intended to. But this was worth it—even if it were the only time, he knew he’d have this memory burned into his skull forever the same way the sun would burn his skin the next day because he forgot to apply sunscreen. Since when does Stanley Uris forget to apply sunscreen?

“It’s rude to stare,” y/n deadpanned, but Stan couldn’t help it. How could he not take his eyes off her tan lines from up close and the divot of her collarbone? The way her hair slicked back from the water and the pout of her lips was all too tempting to not want to consume. Stan Uris would be an idiot to not stare. A polite idiot.

“You make it hard.”

y/n felt her cheeks heat up and she knew she wasn’t sporting a sunburn. y/n never burned. “Oh. Well, in that case, stare as much as you want.”

“Gladly.”

y/n was quiet now—a rare event, but it gave Stan an opportunity he’d never thought he’d get or go for.

He swam closer, the stroke of his arms creating rifts in the water and y/n shivered at the feeling of the coldness that hit her chest each time he got closer.

It was strange seeing him up close—in such an intimate setting. As big of a crush y/n harbored on the boy, it’s not like she did anything about it. A few remarks there, a few remarks there. This was the furthest they’ve ever gotten. Maybe a little too far now that she was considering it more closely. Since when did first base turn into skinny dipping in the quarry?

Before her thoughts could leave her second-guessing anymore, y/n felt her lips on someone else’s. They were pressed together firmly and tightly. She held her breath as if she were underwater, but her heart prevailed, only picking up at a speed she’d only feel when she caught him looking at her or when he laughed at her jokes.

The kiss was powerful and all she needed. If this were the last time they’d ever see each other again, she wouldn’t care, because she’d have that kiss to cherish. Maybe she’d long for one in the future. Just one more. But this kiss left her knowing that this skinny-dipping idea wasn’t so bad after all.

His lips were soft and tickled as he pulled apart to catch a breath. y/n’s eyes opened to find Stan’s pupils were wide and lustblown. She stood still in the water, amazed that anyone could feel that way about her.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Hey, Stan—”

“What?” Stan asked, eager and anxious for the words meant for him.

“This is embarrassing but.. I like you.” The words were bold and packed with courage—not far from the regular way y/n spoke, but this was different. It had a certain bite to it that Stan couldn’t quite taste.

“Are you embarrassed because you like me or are you embarrassed because you’re confessing to me without any clothes on?” Before Stan’s eyes could rake down to y/n’s body once more, a splash of water hit his face—cold and abrupt. His eyelids slammed at the impact and he flinched.

“You’re such a perv.” y/n scoffed as if she had forgotten her deepest secret had just spilled from her lips in front of the boy the secret was about. Secret. Don’t act like it wasn’t as obvious as a fat kid scarfing down their third brownie in the first place—

“You know if it’s any more embarrassing… I like you, too,” Stan said. He felt winded after saying it. His chest felt heavy and his toes dug into the sand in order to keep him from falling headfirst into the water. It was so easy for y/n. Brave, crass y/n who swore like a sailor yet had the face of a doll.

Stan’s train of thought was lost at the feeling of y/n’s body pressed against his. He’d forgotten they were both bare-assed and exposed for all of Derry to see because the warmth of y/n was all too much. His heart jumped out of his chest sixty miles a minute and the muscles under his arms were now stones. Stan didn’t recognize that her lips were on his until her tongue swiped his bottom one for access in which he granted.

Teeth clashed and tongues danced. It was a hot minute until y/n pulled away with a cheeky smile and lingering fingers on his collarbone that made Stan hold his breath.

“That was hot,” he heaved, finally cutting the silence between them. Of course, the birds still chirped and the water around them never stopped flowing. But the world just seemed to stop whenever Stan stepped foot into y/n’s intoxicating proximity.

“Hell yeah, it was.” One arm was still strewn around his neck while her free hand traced code on his shoulder.

Nothing else was said. Nothing had to be said. But Stan was sure of one thing; that y/n was no coward.

[ravenempress101]

~Revolution Of Maddness~ Dionysus Greek Imagine Chapter 1

Authors note: finally made a Greek imagine. the legends of tomorrow did that on the episode. they picked my favorite love child to be Dionysus and had to write about it so here it is a new update and it will be a series cause it deserves one so enjoy my sweethearts! With everything going on have to spread happiness and love all of you my followers people who come across my story and heart i love you and truly be safe and love you! <3

Warnings: mind control, pure temptation, no smut, alcoholism, parties,swords

Words: 4.2k

"en grade newbie" "i am gonna kick your ass' Sara began to toss her frame in air cartwheeling her legs. her formation was about to take a final destination, she pulls her sword and swings upon y/n's side. y/n retracts her back inches toward the ground from the blow. as y/n stands up at Sara, the sword swings toward Sara's right side. the blow broke her defenses. twirling in the admits, her body collides with the floor. clenching her soft jaw at a winner of the sword fight. nick appeared from the door cups in his hand emblem with a mermaid locos monster on them.

"ooooo Starbucks thanks Nate"

Nate nodded at both of them while preparing the projector for the seminar. y/n paced over toward the cups capturing one in her hand, and niche her metal blade down onto the coffee table. Sara stood up and capturing one of the coffee. as she sat sat down sipping the espresso. Nate began to say 'your welcome i got you guys, double shot of espresso over ice, an american with a dash of mint, and a green tea with a hint of spearmint cause i was feeling freaky fresh today'

a mild chuckle escaped from y/n's lip at Nate. Sara slapped your arm to hide the laugh as she raised her cup in toast formation a smirk plastered on her lips commending Nate for the peace offering.“okay Nate no more reading joke books for a while”

as she takes another gulp of the raven liquid,he threw his hand up in embarrassment everyone making there way in the assignment lab. a meeting for a new mission were under there belt. as Nate said his hello to everyone for showing up to the meeting. capturing the red folders in his hand he gave a folder to all the members. y/n reaching for a red one Nate having one more folder with black and gold symbols on it. he placed it in your hand. y/n captured the folder in her hand wearing a puzzled expression.

"i think you gave me the wro...'

"alright case no.177 Dion's returned to his father Zeus by Dion or to be known as Dionysus" Nate flicked the screen. the screen appear to have a royal cup from the era of 950 BC. y/n blinked her eyes, refocuses to her folder opening it. there was a photograph of a young man with raven loose curls, deep dimples that covered his cheeks on his caramel cast a minority of freckles. "wait the god of winery is at a university, interesting" y/n scanning at a picture with the boy Dionysus with a basketball jersey of no. 52 in black bold on the front. Hes smiling but somethings off about how he poses for the picture.y/n was astound by the Greek god of winery. Zeus's son behaving like a animal. it was impossible for Dion to have any manners.

"sure is very" "that is an awesome cover up" Sara booming scribbling characters on her paper. Nate change the slide, the university and the sigma fraternity of the college that Dion was ruling over appeared. Dionysus was a regular kid on the outside but on the inside a bloodline of 1,456  years of pure immortality youth. 

"not so awesome, y/n you would have to get Dionysus in your corner, his father Zeus needs him for his kingdom' y/n stalking off in a pointless huff. her anger burning at the words from Nate. "really me" "Oh no" "why me?' it's my first day"

Nate claps his hand together as rambling stopped. strutting over toward yourself placing your hand on your shoulder "you'll do great if i didn't know i would have never recruited you, this will prove to us and you that you can handle anything" a slight grin creep on her face at his encouragements. y/n knew she had a flame in her to fight but the god of madness was unknown to her. y/n praying that her charisma must prosper on him.

therefore, they appear a few days later at the university of the sigmas. college kids sprinting through campus. the teachers pulling out pink slips and the teachers sprinting after the kids, the smell of rose perfume in the air of the sorority woman dressed up in dresses of coordinating pink.y/n rolled her eyes of the desperate childishness memories  that back when she was a 23 year old. The tables of the fraternities, sororities, and forities. mission was calling her name to sign up for one of the Greek organizations. Dionysus has to be in one of the big Greek leads.

"where is the god of destruction' a pink set of shirts wore by girls past her. y/n scanned her surroundings for the mysterious boy Nate set for her. the smell of dark chocolate feeling the air as Nate and her distracted by the rumbles of there stomachs. "dang can't believe it's been so long, they used to call me shot gun Nate'  Nate walked over to one of the fraternity beer coolers and captured a beer. poking a hole in the side of the can and then cracked the seal at the top . downing the beer in seconds, y/n heart stopped at Nate her words held captive at what he did. the empty can collided with the floor and a 'woo" erupted from him as the students clapped an cheered "shotgun Nate" at his reenactment of his college days.

"shot gun Nate really" y/n giggled at the praised man. leaving the college students with amazement. "yes could drink a whole keg in three minutes or less, that was the big bang and then Dion.." college men with bullhorns started chanting"delta sigma phi" from across the sanctuary . men dressed in college t-shirts in formation convey a perfect angel from above.

"there he is"

y/n pointed at the tint shades being his hidden drunken state. His tan chubby frame leap off the throne.strutting over toward Nate and you at the sorority table you signed up for "where here, i love this day where i can meet all the fraternities and sororities with sweet alluring angels, hello angel whats your name' his orbs dance on your masterpiece. y/n nausea creep up at her throat. she took a big gulp forcing the food back down in her. y/n knew she was sick from his cockiness of attitude.y/n whispered to herself while Nate overheard her. "I'll break your bon...

"wow wow aye now" 

Nate raising his index finger and gave her a death glare.y/n smiled innocently at her mentor transforming her attitude to positive. returning back to Dion’s gaze at her chubby frame while capturing his bottom lip in between his teeth. curves carved by Aphrodite herself set Dionysus in a vibe. "i mean hello and what is your name sir" "well its Dion and i see your participating in the zeta omega the charlie's angels of the sorority' Dion purring at her.the god of ecstasy pools of chocolate appear slight soberness toward y/n as she side eyed Nate. Nate couldn't get her out this one. it was time to prove her worth. "yes i am and what fraternity yourself apart of" y/n placed her free hand underneath her chin. soaking up Dion's beauteous features he portrayed "the sigmas also known as the forbidden fruit of the campus but Hun i'll make arrangements for you" Dion stepping closer toward y/n. his slender rough finger guided along your arm. y/n's body quaked from the touch of Dion. y/n stepped back from the gorgeous man.

"ugh i’m good Nate, i am done with this mission' a fire-seed rose up in y/n, as she began gritted her teeth. silence fell upon her as she stormed off. her footsteps were acid like movements burning the ground she walked on. the sparks in her brain at Dion's actions where uncalled for. Nate chased right after yourself. furrowing his eyebrows your way.being selfish was the only option y/n had made this whole mission.it was time for y/n to be selfless this one time for the legends. "then your kicked off the legends, y/n hes not that bad' Nate placing a burden upon y/n. Dion as went through nails and dirt and y/n couldn't even pushed down her ego.his attitude toward girls can change for the better. a journey for the both of them was underway.

"yes he is, a childish boy that thinks hes so awesome but really not look at him" both of you glanced at the Greek god as he downed his golden cup of wine that he created from his vineyard. the 5 gentlemen that followed him waved there hands in front of his chiseled face. a smirk came your way as he waited for your presence to disrupt his atmosphere.Dion wanted yourself so bad and he would do anything to get you sprung over him.time and patience is all he needs. "just try the best you can do with him we need him for Zeus and he needs care' as Nate scanned a cocky Dion placed his finger pointing at y/n wiggling it for a gesture of "come my why" y/n clenched her jaw as she saw red giving him the death glare on the naive men. Nate jumped right in front of her for a distraction. he soothed her anger.

"ugh fine' y/n through her ego away and walked back over to her project. "alright Dion i'm y/n do you wanna help me pick out a sorority crown i have to wear' capturing the catalog in her hand. scanning at all the majority diamond crowns and looking back up at Dion with a shy smile. side eyed the followers of men for agreement.they all nodded Dion captures his arm in yours. 'oooo first day and you wanna hang with me leggo' y/n and Dion walked out into the building and on the sorority neighborhood he owned.

"great!' victory was at hand for y/n and she couldn't be more happy next, Dion sitting in the kitchen chair. a laptop placed on his lap as he organized a guest list for his ultimate party of the century. the god of ecstasy made euphoria a place for all his parties. "so y/n coming to my party tonight since i helped you pick out the tiara for your sorority" "mhmmm i don't know i have to get stuff together for this sorority' Dion and you were in his house. a silent whisper fell upon both you.y/n thought Dion had classes but he skipped and bride somebody to go to his classes for him. 

"it will be fun if your there, sound like the party type and it will get me a better chance of having fun if your there with me' 'mhmm i don't know i have to get stuff together for this sorority" pointer finger captured in between her teeth as she bite tiny marks on her fingernails. Dion plastering a smile convincing you to his rage. y/n didn't sign up for a drunken teenager as the mission went on. staying on her feet and having her senses high alert was her main priority. "okay okay stop your begging Dion i'll go" "that’s what i do best and great i'll save you a spot" while Dion winked your way. his head found his way onto your shoulder. once came in contact with yourself y/n's organs shivered. her soul glowing from the Greek god that touched her. as Dion was scanning his computer screen. y/n forehead flared up with sweat droplets. puzzled on how her body react with his touch was amazed. 

Stumbling over her "great" the words stayed in her throat. Dion retracts his touch from her and y/n inhales deeply as her insides stood at a still. everything going back to normal, and the sweat disappear. Dion getting up from his seat and walking into the kitchen. y/n looks over her shoulder while capturing her iPhone from her pocket. as she unlocked her phone. started typing a message to Nate, "omg Nate i have to go to the party Dionysus is planning really???" the iPhone buzzed and y/n scanned at the text  that he left on her phone "yes you do! the mission must be going really well, don't drink to much" cursing under her breathe. as she typed away the next text and pressed send. "omg fine you owe me one"

Dion made his way back into the room. a plate of rice in his hand and chop sticks in the other he sat down and took a bite and held the plate to your face. as y/n shook for a refusal he went back to planning. the darkness filled the air as the stars decorated the sky. y/n walked toward Dion's fraternity house. two boys Turing up beers and smashing the cans on there heads while shouting violently. wandering eyes landed to the lawn of all the toilet paper from the trees and the signs the sigmas created for there fraternity. y/n turned on her heels and walked back over toward her sorority house. y/n was in defeat at the accomplishment "look who made it, know you show up' Dion wrapping his words around your body. pulling yourself back towards the fraternity house. Dion ran down the steps capturing your hand  guiding yourself into the sweaty body's grinding on each other. "hey Dion yes i'm here' "good i'm very glad you are,we have a long night ahead of us, lets get a drink shall we?"

"its a very special drink i want you to try' Dion forcing your body to his wine table. the table was covered with Hennessy and vodka. the bottles labeled with his name on them and sliver ribbon were around the alcohol bottle. "you have a lot of wine' guiding your free hand over the wine. y/n capturing one in hand and about to slip it in her pocket. Dion captures both of your hands in his some grapes from the table and starts smashing it between his rough palms with your soft ones. a fine liquid filled the glass of the self made wine that he mastered. "yea i make it here try a sip' the navy blue liquid filled to the rim. y/n captured the glass from his hand and placed her nose above the special drink. the contents were sweet but a bitterness tickled her nose. "cool so how long have you been part of the fraternity?" y/n scanning down her glass while mixing the drink. the drink was filled with darkness. a raven liquid filled with night. "a few years, i really find myself humble while ruling over the campus, drink up sweetheart"

placing the wine glass toward her heartshappes and tossed back the glass. the bitterness wine gliding down her throat. a Delicious taste invade it her taste buds. as sweat flared up on her forehead. her body temperature rising. "i feel hot Dion' Dion took a sip.the alcohol entering both of your bodies.y/n body felt hot to the touch. she felt like she wanted to strip all her clothes and jump in the pool just to release the steam she was feeling inside. "oh you'll cool down, how’d that taste?" Dion's cup colliding with the floor and he took your cup and the cup following behind. y/n's mouth erupted with coughs. pupils dilated and a source of enlightenment to her frame. her body floated from the high that his drink possessed. 

"well tastes... awesomely delicious and i feel..' y/n's word started to muffle out her mouth. placing a foot in front of the other sounds of the crowd becoming a blur. her foot steps boomed in her ears. her heart at a slow steady speed. a clogging feeling to her ears. Dion's smiled turned dark staring at your frame. "Free almost right?, i'm going to ask yourself some questions" y/n felt like her body gave up on her conscious and were following her new leader. Dion, his voiced boomed in your soul. her orbs made its way toward Dion's chocolate ones. swimming the the looseness he conjured upon yourself. "are you really here for a sorority?' y/n blinking her eyes, refocusing on coming back to her body. the siren he position was a strength like no other. y/n mentally fighting but physically giving into the temptation. fading out of conscious.

"y-y-e... no' Dion strutted over towards yourself. Dion found pleasure in what he was doing. "tha’ts it baby girl cmon' "really why are you hear of all places?" his concerning question filled with care.y/n was becoming in denial and trusting of him in all one sitting. y/n chasing her thoughts back and slowly backing up from Dion for ehat he was did. stuttering forcing on her lips. the cover couldn't be blown. 

"Hun don't struggle, you'll  tire yourself out, just let go" senses shifted from his words as y/n's legs gave out. her frame collided with the floor. trembling filled her body as Dion crouched down to her level. her eyes started to loose her natural color and form into Dion's his rough fingers landed underneath your soft chin. y/n relaxed under his touch as Dion scanned for any control your body, soul, and mind for him to rule over. her blinking ceased and tears welled up in her eyes. one tear escape from her orb and found its way down its cheek. "i'm not here for this sorority, please see your dad he needs you" the moment Dion realized what had came from your mouth is heart broke. his feeling like he was drowning underwater. as Dion paused in front of yourself at the information he gathered. his rough palms trailing up and down your arms. warmth fell upon yourself. 

"now isn't that better, the truth is better and look princess your reward is being here with me don't need you running off now your special just as your mind is" Dion's eyes filled with a soft venom of anger and a clenched jaw. a daze came over y/n as she nodded at the command. "yes i will be he-rr-e for you and only you Dion" shoulders relaxed. as a questionable peace came over her. as y/n began to embrace Dion she felled straight to the floor in front of him. her body knew his commands right away. a bow she took. Dion thoughts in his brain of your schedule he place you on.

"that’s so very tight to hear, can' wait to hear the little cries as you worship me' Dion taking your chin forcing yourself to look up at his gaze. Dion summoned one of his followers to him and Dion whispered in his ear "get the legends of tomorrow on the phone, they will be proud of me and her for what i done" Dion evilly grinned at yourself. all the thoughts of you and him were causing excitement for him.y/n trapped with the caramel man side. the euphoria crashing through  her body and Dion was the supplier toward that feeling. Dion shouted and men appeared from the shadows toward his command "men, help her change into something sexy, i found what i need and shes the kindest goddess ever. the men nodded there way toward him and captured your arms in there hands leading yourself in a room as yourself left. Dion waved his free hand at yourself of a gesture of welcoming to a new home.  

[sporadic-writer]

Welcome to the Neighborhood pt. 2

Note: ok so I know that not all of the boys, meaning both twins, live with the others. And I know my update schedule sucks but I go in a block and funk. Sorry guys. I just want you to read something I would read and truly enjoy. Also, I think I may make this a Haz fic bc ones about hin deserves more love and notes.

No one really reads these but I also think I'll write this for Harrison bc when Tom posted the pic of Nadia, it shattered the illusion in my head lol and it feels weird to a certain extent to write when he is most likely dating her. Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy for him and he doesn't know I exist, but it feels odd idk. So im pausing on Tom stuff atm lol. Harrison is single as far as publicly that ik so thats that 😅

Pairing: Harrison x Reader (most likely)

Warnings: mentions of weed, alcohol, and swearing. I enjoy all these things responsibly and ik im not the only one. As always stop reading if you dont like something.

Part 1 here initial teaser here (got around 100 notes soo 😎 check that out)

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“Alrighty boys. That’s enough about me, tell me about yourselves. I only know this one from the big screen and that 2 of you are brothers.” You gestured to Tom as you spoke about him. “And from basic eavesdropping I gather you are all very close.” 

Tom smiled, “Actually I’m a brother to the twins, older obviously.” It was fun having a celeb lounging in your hot tub, drinking a beer with you. “But yeah I am an actor, Spider-Man as you probably know. Harrison’s an actor too!”

“Oh my god you are! I watched Catch-22 on Hulu! Comedy my ass..! I balled my eyes out several times.” He had the nerve to laugh in response. “Don’t laugh! That shit got intense quick. Then the shot where you all are swimming? Killed me. I don't know how I didn't notice you. Sorry!”

“Did you at least like it?” He smiled and asked hopefully. When you nodded yes he beamed! “Well then that’s all that matters. I will say an American accent is hard.”

You brought your beer up to your lips. “Yeah because your guys’ accent is so easy. You make fun of how different areas in America have different accents but it’s the same here!” They nodded in agreement at your words. You leaned your head back a tad and enjoyed the warm water. “Southern accents have different twangs bepending on the area, I have family that lives closer to New England, that's something all in its own. Just like here. You got London, Wales, some place called Essex and other places more north of here. It's not just the US." You reached over for your joint to finish it amongst the bubbles. "Now for real. Tell me about yourselves. Harrison you start I guess."

"Why me?"

"Shorter wikipedia page." You smirk as you re-lit your herb. The guys laughed and made 'ooh' noises to tease. "I'm kidding! Relax a touch. I just picked your name because you are right in front of me."

"Well I've known this lot since we were all kids. Tom and I went to school together and we have been stuck with each other since. I was his personal assistant for a while too." You listened as he spoke. Sweat was building up on his face from the hot tub. It added a nice shine to his, and everyone's faces. In order to avoid makeup running everywhere you sat up as you listened to him. You watched his eyes watch your movements as you took a hit and slowly exhaled. Almost like he was relaxing from watching someone relax from getting high without actually doing so. He kept going and you realized you zoned out a tad. "And then I wanted to do more than just model so I did more auditions and Catch-22 became my biggest so far."

You nodded, noting you heard and were listening. "That's cool and all but tell me like favorite song, movie, animal! Hahaha it isn't everyday famous people are in my hot tub. I'm going to savor this first encounter!" He smiled and answered your sort of questions. You offered the joint around before it finished. Tom passed, Tuwaine and Harrison took quick hits though. "But yeah that is me. Now someone else go so I don't have the spot light on me anymore." He looked at you as he said that and handed you the last bit. You winked in thanks, and to flirt lightly. (Shoot your shot right?) "Same questions to you love."

You responded your favorite song, movie, and color to him. "Yeah I like a bit of everything. But funny movies are my favorite. Obviously I like Marvel too Tom don't worry. Same goes for music but my preference ranges from new pop to older rock. I grew up on 80s alternative pop stuff." You smiled at him and he beamed in pride at the brand he represented. "Ok Sam you now."

Sam starts talking about his life and Harrison goes to grab more drinks. At this point the sun as almost finished setting and you tell the blonde how to turn the deck lights on. Soon the rows of edison bulbs flick on and a lovely mood is set. The glow isn't too bright and adds a nice light to your summer tanned skin. What you don't know is that the gentlemen appreciated the glow as well. However, they are too polite to say anything too bold after just meeting you.

If you could read minds or be sober enough to detect a certain lack of subtlety you would pick up on how the single men checked you out as you got out of the tub to get rid of the roach. Polite of course, 20 something men are going to appreciate a beautiful American girl right in front of them.

And if they could read your mind they would hear how you were taking in Tom and Harrison's jaw lines and toned muscles. How you appreciated Tuwaine's smile and height. Then add the twin's curls and freckles to the list and they'd think you were picking them like boys from a catalogue. Despite the slight oggling on your part, your eyes always wandered back to the blonde hair blue eyed boy the most. He seemed a little more laid back then Tom. Probably just because one was working more than the other, but that was just initial vibes you got. Regardless of vain appearance choices and vibe preference, all these boys were wonderful and you were just lucky enough your uncle's hot tub fit them all nicely.

Tuwaine smiled cheekily and spoke up. "Alright, we all have fresh drinks and proper buzzes. Let's make it fun and play a game. So Y/N, you went to college in the states, give us a classic drinking game and show us what you got."

"Ha! I don't know what you're looking for but I assume never have I ever is universal? You can't play kings or flip cup in a hit tub. Hold up 5 fingers, put them down if you've done said thing, drink as well."

"No fingers, just play till we are right pissed." Harry grinned and everyone else went along with it. "I will start. Never have I ever- wait this a normal game or sexy version?"

You said you didn't care and Tom said what the hell, so he continued. "Never have I ever gotten walked in on during a scandelous activity." Tom and Harrison both drank and groaned saying they have both walked in on each other at some point in life. Tuwaine continued.

"Never have I ever fooled around while someone else is in the room." There was a pause and no one drank. But then you rose your beer to your lips and they all looked at you in a manner of surprise and demand for explination.

Shrugging you said, "Old drunken hookup in school. We didn't know his roommate was in his top bunk asleep until it was too late. The mistake we made was keeping on going when we thought we heard him, because we did..."

"Wow Y/N. Learning a lot about the neighbor girl right away!"

"Shut up this game was your idea!" You laughed as you spoke in response to his teasing. "But whatever it's my turn now anyway. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person." That got all but Harrison and you felt proud for getting them. "Alright so you are either morons or were in a rush to send that sext."

Tom defended himself saying her name was Sam and it was instant regret the second he realized.

Sam glared at him and said, "Yeah no one enjoyed that bro. I'm still shaken up about it."

"Get over yourself it was like 5 years ago! And you accidentally sent your friend Jake one, so pot, kettle, hi both black."

"It was detailed!"

You just sat there amused taking this all in. "I am so glad this happened tonight." You said more to yourself than them.

"Darling if this ends up in the tabloids we will never speak again." They were teasing with the threat. "But come on this is good let's keep going. Never have I ever done it in a car." You, Sam, and Tuwaine all drank and giggled.

The game continued on and another round of drinks were had. You learned Tuwaine had said the wrong name in bed. Also, that both Harry and Harrison have fooled around during family functions. In return they learned that you've hooked up in a college classroom and in a restaurant bathroom. That ended up getting you and your former boyfriend kicked out of the establishment. Towards the final round all were getting sleepier but still in a good mood.

"Never have I ever had sex high." Harrison challenged the group. No one drank. "Wait really? Thought I'd get you with that. Finish your beer and all." He looked at you as he spoke.

"Nope. Just never happened now that I've thought about it. Huh. You'd think right? But nope. Not that I'm opposed." You ended your statement by glancing his way while finishing your beer anyway. Harrison just watched the way your neck moved as you tilted your head back. "Ok boys this was fun but I am gettin tired."

Tom nodded. "Same here. Thank you for having us darling, it was fun!" The others spoke in agreement and you smiled at them saying they were welcomed back anytime. They offered to help clean but you grabbed the remaining bottles and told them you were good. After final goodbyes, you told them to not he strangers, you were all in your respective homes.

You went to bed pretty quick. Next door, at their place Tom, Harrison, and Sam lingered to get some water before bed. "She was really cool." Sam said while sipping water.

Harrison hummed in agreement. "Yeah I think so too. Very chill and all that."

Sam smirked and playfully said, "You just think she's fit mate." There was a pause.

"Well she is." It was Tom who said that and the others looked at him in playful shock. "What I'm not blind! She is! She's isn't some shy girl freaking out over us. She's cheeky and just seems normal about us living next to her. More Harrison's type though I'd say."

Sam laughed. "Yeah he always liked the classic American 'girl next door' type. Just a bonus she is actually American this time." They paused for Harrison to negate their statements but he just sipped his water and looked at them with a glint in his eyes. "Told you." Sam said as he took a sip. "She is better than half the models either of you bring back. Nuerons fire and she can keep a conversation. Not that all models are like that! But come on you went out with some stereotypes." Neither could disagree. Sometimes you just want to have a date with the beautiful face. Long term needs substance though, and both Tom and Harrison thought you had it all.

"We need to invite her over tomorrow, and any time she's free." Groundwork was to be established and Harrison was determined to get to know you more.

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@involuntaryspy / bucky and tony not another ship meme

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultation

honestly this...i don't see being a thing?  at least, you know, not with living things.  with non-living things, it's tony.  it's always tony.  he will always make the big purchase/thing of that nature without stopping to think for two seconds if he maybe should bc he operates on impulse to a degree when it comes to money.  but also if tony were less self-aware about being unable to care for himself, much less another living creature, then yes.  that would also be him, because he has sucker written on his forehead.

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of them

didn't we decide bucky is awful at it if it's not for work.  i vividly remember talking about all the cryptic tony on his phone.  anyway, no, this is tony, tony takes the somewhat aesthetic pictures, and most of them are probably bucky and al, no i do not take criticism.  but you also have the random steve and carol and rhodey and whoever else he manages to wrangle.  sometimes he even remembers instagram exists.

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happy

isn't...that...what relationship compromise is?  are you telling me bucky doesn't go along with tony shenanigans just because it makes him happy?  are you telling me tony doesn't let bucky drag him places just because it'll make bucky happy?  it's a 50/50 split.

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to them

tony, a child of the 80s, letting anyone else pick?  incorrect.  he picks them.  will anyone actually get scared?  uh, probably not.  besides, tony's one of those...the worse a movie is with a budget of like five bucks and a frosty from wendy's, the more he's gonna want to watch it.  they're hilarious, if anything.

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract them

this is me looking pointedly at bucky barnes.  it's a game, okay.  it's a game.  how long can tony stay focused with bucky fucking with him.  the answer is longer than you'd think but not long enough to deter bucky.  besides, finding new ways to break tony's laser like focus is always fun.

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separated

honestly, why does it have to be one or the other.  why can't they both do it.  because i bet they both do it.  but i'm also actually willing to bet tony's actually the worst culprit of this.  if he's working it makes being hands-free easier.  if not...he can still say he was instead of admitting he misses bucky's face (spoiler:  he'll still admit he misses bucky's face.)

who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they do

they...actually...really don't...fight.  it's weird.  i mean yeah they disagree, but like...it literally?  never gets to that level?  it's kinda crazy, tbh, how level headed they both are, when tony's a known overreacter and crier.  and the only time tony storms out is when bucky goes one pun or bad pickup line too far.

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite shows

honestly, bucky's more likely to try to keep them on a semi-regular sleep schedule, but lbr, they both can't sleep?  sometimes?  so there's that.  but also there's the fact that tony will not go to sleep on the principle of not wanting to go to bed just because, so he's way, way more likely to do this.  the only reason he doesn't actually do it as much as he otherwise would is because he doesn't wanna revisit his contortionist act to get into bed once al lays claim to his pillow.

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling frisky

what i will say is that tony is an ear nibbler.  not a biter, a nibbler, because he's kinda soft and gentle all the way around but...i'm just saying.

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the car

bold of you to assume this isn't a two way street.  i mean have you met tony stark?  have you met bucky barnes?

who has more fun decorating the house during holidays

honestly, i think they both approach it in their own ways with like...some enthusiasm?  but tony's definitely enthusiastic about the ones where he gets to engineer something.  he had a blast on halloween, and i legitimately wonder what he was banned from doing on christmas.

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the other

human nature aside, tony's not necessarily going to give the silent treatment, because that's not what it is.  tony does, however, go quiet and withdrawn if it's anything other than Right and Justice being debated, if he's...in any way upset.  so take that as you will.

who plays with the others’ hair more

the question you should be asking is when does bucky stop fucking with tony's hair.  never, is the answer.  like tony has a habit of wrapping bucky's hair around his fingers but it's like...and unconscious thing now, he just does it.  bucky actively goes out of his way to play in tony's.  which, you know, fair.  it's really nice hair.

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re bored

they both do this and it's terrible.  tony's big on whining at the same time, too.

who tries to kiss the other as often as they can

they're both smoochy, it's disgusting.  uncalled for.  absolutely unacceptable.

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck up

do you...do you really think that would work?  like...honestly?  well, first thing, i can tell you what tony's reaction to being told 'shut the fuck up' would be from someone he's put his whole trust in, and it wouldn't be pretty.  like that ain't a good thing, y'all.  and after all the horrible, horrible pickup lines he's suffered from bucky he's not gonna tell bucky to shut up.  so i mean...

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled up

listen.  you know, and i know, tony has literally done this.  literally.  done.  that.  exactly.  they're both awful when they get in that power struggle mood and then no one gets laid and it's a sad time all around.  use your words, gentlemen.

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have one

tony will literally always forget to bring an umbrella but he'll be the one to hold it if bucky remembers, mostly because tony's taller and it makes things easier.

who demands showering first in the mornings

spoiler:  it ain't tony.

who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the mornings

tony, if he wakes up in time.  guaranteed.  tony's never gonna be the earliest riser, but he knows what opportunity knocking looks like, and he's going to take advantage of it.

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the games

who needs roller coasters when you've got iron man.  also, i have the feeling that some games are banned, or at least need to be.  also consider:  poker night.

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respond

tony.  bucky's not a big texter, and tony prefers to text, so he will do this until he gets an answer.  and he will pout when it's one of bucky's one word texts.

who always forgets to charge their phone overnight

i know we said it could go either way, but i'm gonna remind you and the world at large that tony?  forgets to charge things.  remember the chestplate?  remember how he'd let it run down to nothing?  yeah.  like that but less life-threatening usually.

who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pockets

like...i think it's understood on the whole if you're gonna do that to either of them it's probably best to let them know you're there first.  you know, considering.  but also consider the alternative of from the front and yes tony will totally stoop to be able to do it to bucky.

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they can

remember the smoochy thing?  that, but with hugs.  they're disgustingly cuddly, and they need to not.

who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quiet

honestly, tony's louder in general, but it's also mostly when he's in one of his...arm-wavy let me tell you how wrong you are moods.  you know the ones, where he gets all melodramatic.  otherwise he's...actually not?  discounting if he's suited up bc then he's kinda clanky but.  i feel like they're both those soft footed people that can sneak up on you without meaning to.

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so one night stand isn't an option anymore? - mark

request: heyy person~ can you pleease do a mark scenario where a movie night ends up in a making out session, both of you being only friends. what happen after and all that

a/n: i didn’t write any smut bc i can’t so it’s just solely making out i guess. also i feel like my titles are getting longer and longer and idk how to cut them down tbh. also pt2 it was getting a bit too long so the end may seem a bit rushed sorry for that… also pt3 idk how i feel about this scenario hmm

summary: Being bored out of your mind, you show up unexpectedly at your best friend, Mark’s place. Things get hot and heavy as alcohol runs through the both of your systems.

genre: uhh?? idk lol fluff and smut? but not really fluffy and there’s no actual smut? (im a mess sorry)

warnings: cursing, suggestive smut

word count: 2k

A knock echoes through Mark's empty apartment as his roommates are out on this Friday night. Mark gets up from his desk in his room, making his way to the front door. Another impatient knock comes and Mark shouts out that he's coming.

He swings the door open, thinking it's one of his drunken roommates coming home, but is surprised when he sees you standing outside his door, in nothing but a large sweater with the University's logo stitched to the front. The sweater is long enough to cover your shorts but Mark knows you're wearing them as the ends of the drawstring peaks under the sweater.

"Y/N? What're you doing here?" Mark asks, stepping back to let you into his home. You come in while tossing your keys onto the small table by the door and beelining to the couch in the living room. Mark follows after closing and locking the front door. As he enters the living room, he sees you sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through your phone.

Mark lifts your head before taking a seat himself and then placing your head down on his lap. You lock your phone and let it drop onto your stomach with a groan after seeing pictures of all your friends hanging out in a club without you.

"Mark~, we should do something, anything. I'm bored as hell right now and all my friends left me," you explain, looking up at your best friend from his lap.

"What do you want to do then?" he questions, running a lazy hand through your hair.

"I don't fucking know, that's why I came here," you say, throwing your hands up and almost hitting Mark in the face. He grabs it before it can, holding it above your stomach. A silence flows by as the both of you think about what to do.

"Can we go clubbing and just get drunk off our asses? We can dance and let loose," you say, wrapping your other hand over the one holding onto Mark's hand. His face twists at your suggestion.

"Y/N, we're gonna need one of us to be sober to drive home safely," he tells you, causing you to groan loudly.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you, No fun Mark."

"How about we stay here and watch a movie, you can pick," Mark offers while looking down with a small smile, and when you don't answer, he sighs and adds, "I'll bring out the beer."

He gets up from his spot on the couch, but you grab onto his wrist. He looks back at you with a raised eyebrow.

"You have ginger ale right?" you ask, and Mark's confusion spreads.

"You just want soda?"

"No you dumbass, mix it with vodka."

"Ohhh, aye aye captain."

Mark leaves the living room area to prepare snack and drinks, yelling behind for you to select a movie. You scroll through Netflix absentmindedly, nothing really catching your eye, so you select a random one that you've seen before.

With a tub of dulce de leche ice cream in one hand and two glasses of Copperheads in the other, Mark enters the living room again. You don't know if caramel ice cream and liquor is a good mix but you welcome him with helping hands as you reach out to grab your drink. Mark plops down next to you and you start the movie, both clinging to the tub of soft ice cream.

Halfway through the movie, you grow bored, having seen this movie multiple times. The tub of ice cream is left on the coffee table, still open and all melted, and your drinks empty, even after Mark had to refill it a couple times.

You don't know if it's the alcohol running through your veins or how good Mark looks in a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but you move closer into Mark's chest. Your head rests on his shoulder, as you turn to sit on the side of your hip so that you can swing a leg over his lap. Mark doesn't react so you slide your arms through his, linking them, as you nestle up to his side. The arm you're holding moves to your leg, slowly rubbing the side of your thigh and calf.

Not satisfied with it, your free hand starts crawling up Mark's arm, before making its way to his neck. Mark still doesn't react, but he notices your actions and starts to sweat, all of his upper body burning up inside. He's very confused, trying to figure out what you're doing without being obvious, but the way your hands run all around his upper body causes him to lose focus.

At this point, the both of you aren't even paying attention to the movie. You're too busy trailing your fingers lightly over his chest, stomach, neck, hair, arms, then his thigh. On the other hand, Mark tries not to think too much about it as he doesn't want his erection to become obvious. After it's getting way too hot for Mark, not being able to breathe straight anymore, he finally speaks up.

"W-what are y-you do-doing Y/N?" he asks with a choppy voice, his throat already dried up. A smirk grows on your face as you finally got a reaction from Mark. You turn your head that was laying on his chest to rest your chin on his shoulder, your mouth right by his ear.

"Mark," you purr, dragging it out sweetly. He pressed his legs together, trying to control himself. His hands tighten into fists, digging his short nails into his palm. He can smell the bitter scent of liquor through your breath. 

"Mark, is it bad that I want your right now?" you flirt in such a silky voice that causes Mark to let out a breath, his chest now rising speedily. There's no going back now, for the both of you. Mark gulps as your hands continue to torture him. You can see beads of sweat on his forehead, coating the hair that falls upon it.

"Is it bad that I'm thinking about all of the fun things we can be doing instead of watching this movie?" Your hand traces a line from the side of his neck towards the middle of his chest and down to the ends of his stomach. Mark is as stiff as board now, afraid if he’d even move one muscle he would explode out.

"Do you want to know what those fun things are?" you hum, pushing his wet hair away from his forehead. Mark's mouth falls open slightly, not being able to breathe through his nose anymore. You shift your head so that your lips are situated by the side of his neck, gently ghosting over it. His skin radiates heat that you can physically feel on your lips. You let out a breath, letting it cool over his heated skin. Mark shivers as a soft whine erupts from his throat unknowingly.

You repeat yourself slowly, every breath fanning over the hotness of Mark’s neck. He nods roughly in response, still not able to look at you. Your hand slivers up Mark's neck to the side of his face and turn it towards yours.

Mark sucks in a breath while coming face to face with your complexion, eye darks and hooded, lips parted and slightly pouted, and your cheeks flushed pink. From the alcohol or her bold actions, he doesn’t know. You stare straight at his lips and he feels as if your gaze bore into it as his lips start to feel sore, stinging a bit. His tongue darts out to wet them unconsciously. Mark's legs begin to bounce up and down in anticipation, gaping down at your own glistening plump lips.

A smirk spreads across your face as you close the distance between you two, connecting your lips. You move your lips slowly and softly, drawing it out. The feeling is new, it ignites something within you. So, you stick out your tongue to wipe it across Mark's bottom lip, then tugging on it lightly. Mark let's out a low groan, prompting you to continue.

Pulling away, you stare into his eyes, droopy and filled with lust like yours. You shift your position so that you're fully sitting on Mark's lap. The both of you are chest to chest as your arms loop around his neck and his hands hold onto your the curve of your lower back.

Unable to contain yourself, you crash into Mark's lips, knocking the air out of his lungs. The kiss is more fiery and passionate now, full of lust for the other. His large hands work their way around your body, feeling each crevasse, each line, each curve. The two of you completely let go as you deepen the kiss, biting his lower lip once again. He moans into your mouth and you take this opportunity to run your tongue through his, tasting a mix of sweet ice cream and vodka. Somehow a delicious combo, especially in Mark’s mouth. 

Mark detaches from your lips to breathe, and you move towards to his neck, leaving trails of wet kisses from his cheek to his jaw and down the side of his neck. His wandering hands snake under your large sweater, running his fingers up and down your spine. You bite down on a spot on his neck, it's warm and soft, and continue sucking and nipping until you leave a bruise-like hickey. His head falls back onto the couch, eyes shut tight with pleasure. You drag your tongue over the multiple marks you left on his neck and collarbone, then kissing them lightly.

The room is filled with heavy breaths as Mark plays with the hem of your sweater. You understand what he wants as you disconnect your lips from his neck to pull the sweater over your head. You toss it nonchalantly behind you, before reaching for Mark's shirt. He complies, letting you take off his own top.

The both of you admire each other's bodies. Having new skin to explore, his hands automatically start roaming your smooth skin as you do the same. You trail your hands over his shoulders and down his chest to his toned stomach, feeling every inch of skin. 

The look you and Mark share tells the both of you that it is going to be a long night. 

With your eyes still closed, you take in a deep breath and try to change your position in bed, but something heavy is hindering you from moving. You finally open your eyes, waiting for it to focus. The room you're in is not your own red painted room, but a white one. Glancing over your shoulder, you spot the top of Mark's brown hair as his head is buried in your upper back.

Quietly, you try to pry his arms that hug your figure under the sheets. Successfully doing so, you swing your legs over the edge of his bed and stand up. Looking down, instead of the sweater you were wearing last night, it's the black t-shirt that Mark had on. You hear a shuffle behind you from the bed as you whip your head around.

"You're already leaving?" Mark begins, sitting up from his position, his chest bare and his hair is sticking out in random places. "What am I to you? You're one night stand?"

You chuckle at his outburst, Mark's voice deep and raspy from sleep. His eyebrows are furrowed as he pouts. You lean back onto the bed over your arms and plant a kiss on his sullen lips.

"I just need to use the bathroom," you explain, causing Mark to blush while gnawing on his lower lip, replying with a soft “oh right.” You turn and make your way to his bathroom.

When you get back, Mark opens the duvet for you to slide into. You return in his arms, resting your head on his shirtless chest. A comfortable silence rolls by, as he plays with the ends of your hair.

"What now Y/N?" Mark asks with a soft voice, "What are we now?"

"Whatever you want us to be Mark," you answer, looking up with a glowing smile. Mark leans down, so his forehead rests against yours.

"My girlfriend it is then."

"So one night stand isn't an option anymore?"

You almost fall off the bed as both of Mark's hands dart for your sides, tickling you.