#but holy shit have I had to pull some of the most dumbass moves to keep people alive and NO IT'S NOT GOOD
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If anybody were to ask me why I'm a combat medic in a game I like but also hate (total 50/50 love hate for this game there's no compromise to either side) as matchmade players expect me to resurrect them with ease every time knowing that the game's mechanics of how my ult works to it's humanly possible maximum efficiency, still cannot keep up with nearly ANY player being in the area of Only Gonks And Showboats go to die (where enemies spawn, which is opposite/adjacent of wherever the builder is)
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#irrelevant babble#listen I'm not immune to doing dumb shit in the game i play#but holy shit have I had to pull some of the most dumbass moves to keep people alive and NO IT'S NOT GOOD#the only way that I know I'm doing my job properly is if I'm not making MVP every goddamned wave...#why? because everyone else while in their class role actually following said class role stays alive#which...*sighs* [sadly] 51% of the time isn't their fault when they can't stay alive#the game literally provokes and pushes players to be not just aggressive...but BADLY aggressive...#I've lasted longer as a lone wolf on the difficulties I'm capable of than I've lasted in matchmade sessions...#and the thing is...I pay attention to how my mistakes look in a matchmade session when playing solo...#so I won't make those same mistakes at a frequency that fails the team#like I said: I ain't immune to dumb shit. but that significantly goes down if others just...play smart...#and ignore how the game encourages to be stupidly aggressive
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hockey player ethan/jack?? what do we think
HOT!!! thatâs what we think. anyways happy august season to the august girlies<3 this was very painful yet fun to write btw
august â ethan landry
word count: 3,180
pairing: hockey player!ethan landry x fem!reader
based on: august by taylor swift
summary: y/n and ethan had never seen each other with romantic eyes, until she pulls up her car. after that, their summer love adventure starts.
warnings: angst, fluff, cheating and thatâs it i guess
part one part two
Y/N WAS CERTAINLY NOT PROUD OF WHAT SHE DID, BUT SHE COULDNâT LIE TO HERSELF, SHE DID NOT REGRET IT. Did that make her a bad person? Probably, and maybe thatâs why karma got her, because sneaking around with someoneâs boyfriendâeven if it that someone was Betty, whom Y/N absolutely despisedâhad been a dick move, and she knew it all too well. But then again, Ethanâs puppy brown eyes had been like a trap. A trap she had fallen for unexpectedly and deeply.
Ethan Landry was the captain of the Blackmore Hockey Teamâwhich Y/Nâs brother, Drew, was a part ofâ, and Blackmore Universityâs golden boy. He was beyond untouchable, and taken by the captain of the cheerleader squad: Betty Harkness. They were the perfect couple on papers, but everyone knew they didnât get along very well, and that they broke up and made up back and forth.
Everyone wanted Ethanâhe was gorgeous, confident, hilarious, kind, athletic and pretty much every positive adjective you could find. But Y/N always saw him as Drewâs friend and Ethan always saw her as Drewâs little sister (although she was only a few months younger than them). Until one action completely changed the course of their lives.
âEth? Are you on your way to hockey practice?â Y/N pulled up her car when he saw the tall boy walking on the sidewalk, hockey stick over his broad shoulder.
âY/N! Yes. My car broke down, and now I have to walkâ Ethan said, scrunching his nose.
âGet in the car, dumbass. Iâll drive youâ she said, opening the shotgun door.
âAre you sure? Arenât you heading somewhere else?â
âNo, actually I was going to see the practice too. My best friend left to visit some relatives, so I have no plans. Drew invited me to the practice when he saw me mopping around the houseâ
Ethan laughed, and got into the car âYouâre a life saver. But hey, does that mean you have to spend your whole summer all alone? Thatâs awfulâ
Y/N shook her head âOnly a week and a half. Now I kinda wish I had more friends, although staying at home watching rom-coms doesnât sound that badâ
âGod, you depress meâ Ethan groaned.
âSorry Mr. So Popular I Get Invited To Every Partyâ she teased him.
âYou could get invited to parties too, if you didnât have that bitchy face whenever someone approaches you with an invitationâ Ethan said, trying to contain a smile.
âI do that?â she asked, genuinely surprised.
Ethan raised his eyebrows âYou donât do that on purpose?â
âNo! I mean, I would take the invitation even though parties arenât my thing and will probably not goâ
âWhy? Because youâre not like other girls?â he joked.
Y/N scoffed âNo, you dick. I get anxious around big crowds, especially intoxicated crowdsâ she explained.
âOh⊠now I do feel like a dickâ
The girl sent him a reassuring smile âItâs okayâ
âYou know, this is the first time we talk without Drew aroundâ Ethan said.
âYouâre right. Whatâs your veredict? Am I better company than my brother?â she asked, playful smile on her lips.
âOh, most definitelyâ he said mirroring her smile âJokes aside, youâre actually fun to be aroundâ
âYou doubted that?? What a wrong thing to assume from someone who was the authority to kick you out of her carâ Y/N tried to keep a serious expression, but Ethanâs laugh ruined it.
âTrue, true. Iâm sorry I ever doubted you, Y/N/N. Please donât leave me strandedâ Ethan said, putting his palms together and looking at her with his deep brown eyes.
Had he always had those cute puppy eyes? And holy shit was he handsome, and charming. How did that go past her all this time?
Y/N did an exaggerated sigh âFine, I guess I am feeling a little kind-hearted today, so Iâll give you a passâ
âOh, thank you, benevolent Y/Nâ he said, and then both bursted out laughing.
Ethan sneaked out glances at her throughout the rest of the ride, wondering how he had never noticed how funny and gorgeous she was. And had she always had that shiny smile?
what are you wearing? đ
um my grandmaâs camisole
who is this?
youâre supposed to say iâm just in my underwear or something sexy jesus y/nđ
youâre absolutely disgusting, stranger
who are you??
a very handsome and espectacular hockey player (the best on the team, if you want my opinion)
omg julian hi!! i was going to ask for your number but i never had the courage tbh
WHAT THE FUCK YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON JULIAN YOUR BROTHER IS GOING TO KILL YOU
AND HES NOT THE BEST ON THE TEAM đĄ
lmaoo
youâre fricking adorable ethan
oh you knew it was me
what gave it away? the handsome part or the espectacular hockey player??
your egođ«€
ah yes makes senseđ€
so⊠no crush on julian?
nope :)
why are you texting me tho?
iâm bored and you told me you had no plans
so, meet me behind the mall?
we can go see a movie or something
if you want to, ofc
oooh i heard they are playing twilight đ„șđ„ș
not gonna happen
pretty please????? donât be judgemental
itâs a classic
we have very different opinions on the term âclassicâ
come on donât be like thatđ«đ« i really want to go
plus we can watch a movie you want another day???
okay fineeee
see you in an hour?!
see yađč
what the fuck is that emoji
itâs the closest thing to a vampire đ
đ§đ»đ§đ»ââïž there you go, the emojis actually exist
OMG YOU JUST CHANGED MY LIFE
youâre the dorkiest dork iâve ever met
a cute one tho ;)
thank you but get your ass moving
robert pattinson is waiting for me!!!
ETHAN WOULD ABSOLUTELY HATE THE MOVIE IF THE SIGHT OF Y/NâS EXCITED FACE WASNâT SO GODDAMN HEART WARMING. Ethan didnât know what was going on with him, but he hadnât been able to stop thinking about her ever since the driveâwhich was a week ago. He yearned for her sarcastic remarks and funny comebacks. He found himself going to Drewâs house more often just to catch a small glimpse of the gorgeous girl, who would smile brightly at him when she caught him staring.
Yes, they were definitely flirting. And he felt like he was fifteen again having his first crush. But the attraction was obviously mutual, so he didnât hesitate to make a move.
âHow many times have you watched this movie again?â Ethan whispered in her ear, and she felt goosebumps all over her body. How could a voice be that sexy?
âLike⊠ten times? I donât know. Why? Am I reciting the lines too much?â she asked embarrassed.
Ethan bit his lip softly, his heart not taking her cuteness âNo, just wondering if you could miss five minutes of itâ.
âWhy?â
âBecause I want to kiss youâ
âBut I wanna keep on watching Robertâ she teased as she got closer to the tall boy.
âYouâre seriously talking about another guy while I am one second away from kissing the fuck out of you?â
Y/N shrugged âDeal with itâ
âAs you wishâ
The arm rest was stabbing her ribcage but Y/N didnât care about anything else other than that intoxicating kiss. She didnât feel anything but the heat of his touch on her waist, on her jaw, on her neckâeverywhere. And Ethan didnât care about anything else but her soft lips, the feel of her fingers on his hair, the little whimpers she was making as his tongue explored her mouth.
âNow that I think about it, I can miss the rest of the movieâ she spoke against his lips.
Ethan smirked âMy house?â Y/N nodded eagerly.
THE SILKY SHEETS FELT SOFT AGAINST HER NAKED SKIN AND THE WARMTH OF ETHANâS BODY MADE HER WANT TO NEVER GET UP. But it was practice day, so Ethanâs alarm went off, and they both groaned. The night had been amazing, after whispers of âare you sure?â and ânever have i ever beforeâ, they ended up twisted in his bedsheets and the memory of the passionate rounds were the first thing that came to their minds as they woke up.
âWe need to get up, Eth. You have practiceâ Y/N said as the sleepy boy pulled her towards him.
âBut you look so pretty beneath the sun and in my sheetsâ he whispered, kissing her collarbone.
Y/N blushed âCome on, we have to goâ
âWe? Are you coming to the practice?â Ethan said excitedly.
Y/N nodded âIf thatâs okayâ
âYes! Prepare to be left enchanted by my hockey skillsâ
âIâve seen you play hundreds of times, Ethâ she laughed. âI know youâre fantasticâ
âI will dedicate every score to youâ he kissed her softly.
âWow, Iâm so excited and honouredâ Y/N said in a high-pitched voiced.
âYouâre so meanâ Ethan laughed. âBy the way⊠are you feeling okay? Arenât first times painful?â
âWell, my legs feel a little bit weird, but Iâm okay. Thank youâ Y/N smiled sweetly, and he pressed his lips to her temple.
Was it too soon to say she had, maybe, fallen for him? Could he possibly feel the same? Y/N could only hope it wasnât just a summer thing for him, because she certainly knew it wouldnât be for her.
AUGUST HAD SIPPED AWAY LIKE A BOTTLE OF WINE AND SOON CLASSES STARTED AGAIN. And the feeling of anxiety filled Y/Nâs chest. What would happen now? Would Ethan break up with Betty or was he going to let the memories of august slip away into just a moment in time? They had never talked about it, they just enjoyed their moments together.
âWell, well, sheâs alive! Who wouldâve thought?â the voice of Willow, her best friend, filled her ears.
âHi, my gorgeous beautiful pretty friendâ Y/N said with a guilty smile as she approached her.
âNo, no. Thereâs not enough adjectives in the world to remediate the fact that you cancelled our plans all summerâ Willow crossed her arms in front of her chest.
âIâm sorry⊠I need to confess somethingâ
Willow raised her eyebrows âIâm hearingâ
âPromise not to freak out? Itâs important that you stay calm, weâre in the hallwayâ
âI promiseâ
âIâve been seeing someone during the summerâ she whispered.
Willowâs eyes almost popped out of her face âHoly shit! Who?â
âRemember your promise, okay?â Y/N reminded her, and she nodded impatiently. âEthanâ.
Willow didnât scream, or gasp, or choked in surprise. She laughed. âOh my god, imagine!â wow, was it that unbelievable? Y/N stared at her with a serious expression and soon Willow realized it wasnât a joke. âAre you fucking kidding me, Y/N/N? Are we talking about Ethan Landry? Captain of the team? Your brotherâs friend? Mr. Popular? Betty Harnknessâ boyfriend?â
âYes, Willow. Congratulations, you know him!â
âDonât use that tone with me right now! Y/N he has a girlfriendâ
Y/N sighed âI know, okay? And I feel a little bad. But itâs too late, okay? Itâs doneâ
âA little bad?â Willow repeated, trying not to laugh.
âWell, it is Betty we are talking about. And are they really into each other or is just for social status?â
âYeah⊠what is going to happen? Are him and Betty over? Are you two dating?â
âI donât know, I donât know and noâ she answered. âWe havenât talked about itâ
âI bet you didnât talk at allâ Willow smirked.
âActually⊠we did. I mean, we did have fun doing⊠physical stuff but we also talked a lotâ Y/N said with a smile âHeâs so amazing, Willow. Heâs so easy to talk to, heâs funny, sweet, laughs at my jokes, takes care of me, compliments me every chance he has, heâs an amazing kisser⊠he dedicated me every single score he did when he played. It was so sweetâ
âHoly shit, Y/N you really fell for himâ
âI knowâ you could almost see the sparks radiating off her.
âWell, lover girl. Letâs go to class, and then youâll tell me all the detailsâ
And as they walked through the hallway they caught sight of Ethanâs group. Against the lockers were Drew, Julian, Chad, Tara, Mindy, Anika, Betty and Ethan, whose arms was draped around Bettyâs waist.
Y/N felt her surroundings get frozen, a knot appeared on her throat and she was pretty sure she was about to cry. Just like that, every hope and excitement left inside her turned into ashes. She wanted to keep walking, but her feet were glued to the floor.
âFuck, Y/N/Nâ Willow whispered, as she saw what had left her best friend in such state âLetâs keep walkingâ she grabbed her friendâs hand and started to guide her towards the classroom.
But to do that, they had to walk past the group. The two friends set their eyes on their goalâthe classroomâpraying they wouldnât notice them.
âY/N/N!â shit no, no no. Willow squeezed her friendâs hand tightly as they heard Drew calling her. She had no choice.
âItâs okay, Iâm hereâ Willow whispered as they dragged their feet towards them.
âHiâ they said, Willowâs tone was dry while Y/Nâs was just low and unstable.
âHey, just wanted to give you theseâ Drew said, handing her two tickets. âFor the hockey match this weekend. You are going, right?â
âI donât know. Willow and I have plansâ Y/N said, only looking at Drew.
âBut itâs our last match. And weâre pretty confident weâre winning, with our star player right hereâ Drew said, patting Ethanâs arm. The boy laughed, and Y/N felt her heart clench at the beautiful sound.
âYeah, Y/N/N come on. You enjoy hockeyâ his voice addressing her did nothing but make her want to cry in the spot. Was he mocking her? Y/N didnât look at him, and Willow threw him a dirty glance.
âY/Nâs thing is to stay home with her lame romantic comediesâ Bettyâs annoying voice said.
âShut up, Bettyâ Tara said harshly.
âPlease? I really want you thereâ Drew told her.
How could she say no? She loved her brother âOkay, okay. We will be thereâ she faked a smiled so he wonât see how miserable she was feeling.
But he was her brother, and knew her like the back of his hand âHey, whatâs wrong?â he grabbed his sister by the cheeks, eyes reflecting how worried he was.
âNothingâ god she felt so pathetic. It was now obvious she was about to cry. And she was doing it in front of her brotherâs friends, the boy who broke her heart and his girlfriend âI need to go to class, see you laterâ.
By the end of the day, Y/N felt absolutely defeated. Her energy was drained, the knot on her throat didnât want to go away and her mind was making fun of her by replaying the memories of her summer love thing with Ethan. But as if God took pity on her, the last class of the day got suspended so she got to go home early.
But apparently it was the Letâs Make Y/N Feel Like Shit day, because Ethan had been waiting for her in the hood of her car, with his perfect mullet hair and his hockey jersey that looked absolutely amazing on him. She had no escape.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â she spoke. Now she felt furious, how dare he show his face after that morning?
âI needed to talk to youâ Ethan said in a soft voice.
âI have things to do. So, Iâm really sorry, but not right nowâ
âBy âthingsâ do you mean go home, make cookies and watch 10 things I hate about you?â he asked with a knowing smile.
âDonât act as if you knew meâ she spitted in anger.
The smile fell from his face âI do know you, Y/N/Nâ
âWell then, you mightâve realized that I donât want to talk to you at allâ she said, trying not to let the tears fall. Why was he there? Wasnât the pain he put on her that morning enough?
âPlease⊠I- I need to explain what happened. Itâs not what it looked likeâ Ethan said.
âSo, youâre telling me that you actually broke up with Betty?â she asked, already knowing what the answer would be. Ethan sighed and shook his head no. âThen it was exactly what it looked like. And you even had the audacity to mock me!â
âWhat?! I didnât mock youâ Ethan said truthfully.
âY/N/N come on. You enjoy hockeyâ she imitated his voice. âYou were mocking me. You know I donât care about hockey, I just cared about seeing you and my brotherâ
âI- god yes, it sounded bad. But I swear I didnât mean it like that. It was my way of telling you everything was okayâ
âWhat the fuck?!â she laughed dryly âNothing is okay, Ethan! You are still with her. And I know we didnât state you were breaking up with her to be with me, but I just thought⊠I thought you would do it. That we had something going on. I thought it was more than a summer thingâ.
âIt was more than that, I promise. It was so much more than a summer thing. Iâve never felt something so strong towards someoneâ
âThen why are you still with her?â
âI⊠donât know. I just-she saw me and everyone was watching us⊠I couldnât break up with her. Iâm sorry. With the match coming up, I didnât want to add any unnecessary drama⊠I just thought it wasnât the right time to break upâ
âUnnecessary drama? The match? Are you fucking serious? It didnât cross your mind how would I feel when I saw you with your arms around her? Well, in case you were wondering it was fucking devastating. I was just telling Willow what an amazing guy you are⊠how in love I am with you. And then I saw you two⊠it sucked, Ethan. So Iâm sorry if your apologies arenât enough. Now I need to goâ
âHow in love I am with youâ were the words that resonated on Ethanâs head as he watched Y/N drive away. She was in love with him, and he was very much in love with her too, but he wrecked everything.
âHey, man. Whatâs wrong? Why are you crying?â Drew found him in the empty hallway.
âI screwed it up, Drew. I hurt herâ
âWhatâs are you talking about?â but Ethan did nothing but sob with his head in his hands. âItâs okay, man. Just breathe, just relax, itâll be okayâ
But Ethan didnât know if it was going to be okay. He cursed for having been so careless with the relationship, for having though that wanting would be enough. It wasnât. He shouldâve been clear with Betty. His top priority shouldâve been Y/N, not Betty nor the hockey match. He ruined it, but he was going to do everything in his power to make it up to her. He was determined to win back the girl he loved.
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Eat your heart out - Clapton Davis
Paring x fem reader and Clapton Davis
Warnings & info MNDI 18+ smut and have of it me THRISTIN OVER THIS MAN SO SUE ME!
Summary: You and Clapton have best friends for years now you have always had a crush on him but didn't wanna ruin your friendship if he didn't feel the same way
You were at Clapton's house, chilling in his room, waiting for him to bring up the pizza the two of you just ordered. You were laying on his bed playing on your phone when you noticed that his yearbook was on his desk. You got up and sat in the chair and started turning pages, and you noticed that some of the people's pictures were defaced and covered in permanent marker. Most of them were people he didn't like, which didn't surprise you. All of his friend's pictures were left alone. You looked for your picture, and you noticed that your name had hearts drawn around it.
"Holy shit, does he like me!?" You thought to yourself that you could hear Clapton coming up the stairs.
"The pizza is here; please don't kill me for the delivery driver being a dumbass," he says.
You hurry up and put the yearbook back, push the chair in, and lay back on his bed, laying on your stomach, pretending that you haven't moved.
He walks and shuts his door, walks over to the bed, and hands you a plate.
"Mmm, yum, it took you long enough, dork," you say, playfully shoving him.
"Hey, now the delivery driver tried to deliver it to the next store, not my fault," he responds.
"Let's see your phone," you say, putting your hand out.
"What? Why?" He asked
"Just do it," you respond.
Clapton hands you his phone. You knew his password on his phone, and he knows your password as well.
You unlock his phone and look on the pizza app, and you notice he got one number on his address wrong.
"See, you typed in the wrong number," you say teasely.
"Shut up, we got the pizza," he says as he starts to eat his pizza.
The two of you laugh and joke around while eating your pizzas and enjoying your time together.
The thought of your picture being surrounded by hearts was still in the back of your mind.
It was about time for you to head home because school was tomorrow.
"Hey, before you leave, I need to talk to you," he says, patting his hand down on the bed.
"Uh, yeah, what's up?" You asked
"So you and I have been friends forever, and I can't imagine you not being by my side like ever," Clapton says, taking your hand in his
"Is everything okay? You feeling okay?" You joke
"Yeah, I'm fine. Everything is cool. What I'm trying to say is that I'm in love with you. I have been since the moment I saw you when we were kids," he says, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes.
You were quiet for a minute, internally screaming and dancing around in your mind.
"If you don't feel the same way, I get it," he says.
"No, no, that's not it. I just thought I was the only one who felt that way," you respond.
"Wait, you like me too?" He asks with his eyes lighting up.
"I've been in love with you since forever," you say, blushing.
"So, is it cool if I kiss you?" He asks
"Yes, you can kiss me, you goof," you answer.
He leans in closer to you and brushes his nose against yours.
His arms wrap around you. He pulls you against him and kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck, returning the kiss. You feel weak on your knees with his mouth on yours. You have thought about this moment so many times, and now that it's happening, It feels right to you, and all of a sudden, it felt like there were only the two of you in the world.
He breaks away, breathing heavily; his face is flushed, and he has a look of contentment on his face. He sits back on the bed and pulls you to rest on his lap. His fingers move through your hair. As his touch softens, so does the rest of you. He kisses your forehead.
You smile, blushing so hard, staring into each other's eyes.
"It took 18 years for you to kiss me, Clapton," you tease.
'I wanted to kiss you for a while but was always too scared, he says. He looks up at you, 'That felt amazing, you know' *his eyes are shining. He has such sweet boy vibes that you love and that you wish other people saw of him. He brushes his lips against your neck.
"Mmm, please don't stop," you moan.
He grins cheekily at you. His fingers run through your hair, and he's kissing you and tracing your jaw line with his lips. Your breath catches in your throat, and you can't believe that your best friend likes you too and that he's kissing you down your neck. It's driving you wild. You can feel the electricity run up your spine. He looks deeply into his eyes, and you can't help but fall into those brown eyes that you always loved so much. Each time his lips crash into yours, your body jolts with electricity.
He pulls back from your mouth, and you run your hand through his soft hair, looking at him, happy and content.
He chuckles at you with his signature smile.
"You know this feels like a dream? You're the only girl that I've really wanted; none of the other girls compare to you," he says, leaning his forehead against yours.
"I feel the same way about you, Clapton. You might be a pain in my ass, but I can't get enough," you say with a blush.
He pulls his head away from yours, walks over to his dresser, pulls one of his favorite necklaces out of it, and walks over to you.
"So, yn, will you be my girlfriend? He asks boyishly
"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend," you say with a smile.
He walks over to you and gets behind you, and you lift your hair up. He puts the necklace on you.
You put your hair down and turn around to smile at him.
"Now everyone will know that you are mine, babe," he says.
"Gotta admit I like that way that sounds," you say as he grabs you by your sides to pull you closer.
As soon as the two of you are about to kiss, you hear his mom come inside.
"Hey kids, I'm home," his mom shouts.
"We'll be right down, mom," he shouts.
"Let's take you home, girlfriend," he says as he steals a kiss from your lips and pulls you downstairs.
Part 2
AAAAAA THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE
I HOPE YA'LL LIKE IT !!!
NOT EDITED
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Content Warning: Adamsapple, jealous! Lucifer, possessive behavior, swearing, Adam is his own warning, implied sexual themes.
Everyone was rewarded with a night out in the city. Things were going well and everyone had been on their best behavior, for the most part.
Adam was sitting at the bar throwing back shots of tequila and slamming the glass into the bar top. Fuck did he need this drink, the shit at the hotel was weaker than piss.
Lucifer was on the other end of the bar, nursing his own drink as he watched Adam out of the corner of his eye. They had gotten into a huge argument before they left, leaving the pair still pissed off at the other by the time they got to the bar. Lucifer had kind of let it go, in the grand scheme of things arguing over something small and stupid wasn't the hill he wanted to die on. But Adam, being the pissy little bitch he was, didn't speak to the king the whole ride there and purposely walked ahead of him when they were going in.
Adding in alcohol wasn't going to help things.
Lucifer knew he should apologize, it was rare but for once he was in the wrong. He still had his pride and part of him thought that Adam would get over himself and come be by his side.
By the amount of shots Adam was downing that likely wasn't the case. So instead, Lucifer opted for giving him some space while being close enough to keep Adam in his sights.
Adam did another shot and grimaced, the liquid burned all the way down. He didn't want to spend the whole fucking night drinking at the bar, it wasn't very often they got to go out and have fun, Adam knew he should take advantage of this.
He knew Lucifer was watching him, he could feel his eyes burning into his skin. Adam snarled, he wasn't going to let that royal asshole ruin his night. Getting up, he felt a little dizzy, the alcohol finally kicking in. He found his way over to Angel Dust and Husk who were dancing together. Angel noticed him first. "Holy shit, dude. We haven't even been here an hour and you're drunk off your ass."
"Don't care." Adam slurred, he just wanted to have some fun and maybe piss Lucifer off in the process. He wasn't sure how to accomplish that second part.
Angel pulled him in to dance with them, and for a little while Adam could feel his anger melting away.
Adam wasn't sure when, but he had bumped into some chick dancing beside him. "Hey, watch it." She snapped face mad, only to have it change to one of surprise and then to flirtatious. "But I guess since you're such a cutie, I'll let go."
The woman was short, skin nearly the color of charcoal with violet eyes and long wavy auburn hair. She sort of resembled a funny looking fish. For a demon, she wasn't half bad looking. "I'll have you know I'm fucking hot. You're not bad yourself." Adam winked at her and she giggled. Yeah, he still had it.
"You wanna dance, hottie? Names Claire." Claire held out her hand and he took it as an erotic song came on. They started bumping and grinding on each other, moving fast to the beat.
Was Lucifer still watching? Adam fucking hoped he was, seeing what he was missing out on.
It all happened so fast, one moment Adam was dancing the next he was being dragged away by his collar. He was hauled into the bathroom and pushed into the nearest stall. "What the fuck!?" Adam was slouched against the wall, Lucifer towered over him, eyes a blaze. He moved forward, one hand gripping Adams hair at the base of his horn, the other around his waist to keep him from falling or getting away. Adam had one hand on the stall wall, the other came up to grab Lucifer's shoulder.
"What the fuck, indeed Adam." Lucifer growled getting in his face. "Just what do you think you were doing?"
"Dancing dumbass, what do you think?"
"With that fucking slut all over you?" Lucifer's eyes turned wholly red, he looked pissed.
Adam smirked, so he was watching him? "What's the matter? You jealous?"
Lucifer growled. "I don't fucking care HOW mad you are at me. You don't go draping yourself over every bimbo in the bar. You are MY boyfriend." Lucifers snarl shifted to a smirk of his own. "Does she know you're my bitch, that you love to take it up the ass for me?" To make his point, his hand moved from Adams waist to his ass, squeezing it hard.
Adam yelped and hissed as the king kneaded his ass with his clawed hand. He moaned when Lucifer pulled roughly at the base of his horn, tilting his head back. "Fuck."
Lucifer got in close to his ear, his breath ghosting over him as he spoke. "You're not being a very good boy tonight, Adam. Picking fights, flirting with others, getting beyond wasted. Maybe I've been too lax lately, I have half a mind to fuck you right here in this bathroom stall for the whole god damned bar to hear. Maybe, that will help to remind you who you belong to, hmm love?"
His words sent shivers down Adams spine. Part of Adams brain told him he should apologize, make things right. The other, however wanted to see how things would turn out. He was well aware that Lucifer would make good on that promise to fuck him right here an now, make him beg for it.
Fuck, if he didn't want that too.
When Lucifer pulled away to look him in the eye, Adam smirked again, sealing his fate. "Bring it."
There will be an NSFW version on my ao3 at some point! @rius-cave consider this a gift!!
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[HAIKYUU!!] Season 4 episode 1
Damn really decided to continue watching right when school's coming back up
Oh right the art style is diff from here on out. Gonna need some getting used to- i feel like Hinata's face is to sharp(?) like his eye shapes are too squared, it doesn't fit him
Ah yes, kagehina competing about everything, good times lmao
Omg did someone try asking coach ukai out HSKSHJ
"I grew one more millimeter than you!" even made growing height a competition lol, "at least there's one math hinata's good at" LMAO
Holy crap tsuki's TALL tall
Oh hey it's the scene from last season, they reanimated it. Ig they had to cuz the style was completely diff from before. What are these randos even doing at the court??
Mmm yeah without kage, hinata can't really pull those high jumps as much cuz not every setter can do crazy sets like kage. He hasn't learned how to be reliable outside of being a wing spiker n wat not yet
Ooh so this is the other training camp arc. DAMN this shit's a big deal. Oof right, hinata didn't get an invite cuz he, again, hasn't shown to be skilled outside of being a wing spiker that heavily relies on kage for their special quick attacks
Yeah, tho he is a very good libero, they weren't gonna invite noya considering how he acts
"I'll call back and let both the organizers know: you guys are in" LMAO completely ignored tsuki's refusal
Ah, so it's tsuki's fault for suggesting the idea of sneaking in lol
Yknow i feel like hinata has a slight fear of being left behind while everyone else is moving forward and improving. While kage had fears of being alone becuz no one could catch up to him (might be inaccurate, don't remember much from se1), hinata, compared to everyone, hasn't shown any skills that make him reliable outside of his special quick atk, and that shit NEEDS kage for it to work. So, i can def picture him having a slight fear of being left in the dust as everyone else improves
Oh god my poor boy can't read it, he is so getting lost
LMAO HINATA LITERALLY JUST STANDS WITH EVERYONE IN LINE WITH FULL CONFIDENCE HSKHSKS
Tsuki is so done lmao poor guy, really regretting what he said huh
God i just love everyone basically going "that fucking dumbass" HSKSHKS
Wait shiratorizawa coach vouching for hinata?? Didn't see that coming
HOLY SHIT OMI-OMI!! HE'S HERE! Yes, I'm a SakuAtsu shipper, I blame ColeyDoesThings (she's great btw, go watch her vids if u haven't)
Ah right, these are all the players of teams karasuno beat... Yeah, they're not gonna last around hinata for at most 2 days, everyone ends up liking tangerine boy in the end
Ohh so he's not actually gonna be training, he's just gonna watch. That's basically torture for him hskshs, but old man coach has a point, he's gotta learn to be reliable without kage's sets
I already like this Olympic coach guy, really is about person's skill than just physical attributes
OMG OMG ATSU HERE ALSO, MY TWO JERKS ARE HERE AAAA
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Hi Rory it's me again! How do you think Levi would react when watching horror movie with his s/o?
Hope ur doing well! â€ïž
hey hey hey, dove !! i'm doing fine here --- i hope you're taking care of yourself there <3 now onward with levi watching a horror movie with his s/o ^^
levi can't be easily scared, especially of horror movies that are sometimes too cliche for his liking. the most a horror movie can get from him is the slight raise of his eyebrows when a good jumpscare comes on the screen. if there's none of that, levi will sit in front of the television or his laptop with his arms crossed as if he's waiting for something good to pop up. the only thing that he's scared of though is knowing that you, his dumbass of a lover, gets hurt physically, emotionally, or mentally. the rest of the scary shit --- he's undeterred by that.
it's adorable and dumb at the same time, how you always put on a brave face while watching these things. why are you watching these when you get scared easily? your answer comes so fast, it's the fucking adrenaline rush. he had to roll his eyes at that. oh yeah, he can't forget that time when you needed motivation so you watched paranormal activity to have a surge of productivity. you finished three of your schoolwork that day. even levi was astounded at your speed.
with a popcorn-filled bowl on your lap, you start the first movie.
one word: stoic.
levi's face never betrays his emotions nor his thoughts (most of the time, at least). his arm is around your shoulders, you snuggled up against his side. he's relishing the times when you yelp from a random sound effect, further burying your face in the crook of his neck. his smile is so small; and if it weren't for the heart attack-inducing movie playing in the television, you'd see it. at some point, his arm around your shoulders go to your waist, his thumb slowly drawing circles over the fabric of your shirt --- a little gesture to let you know that he's beside you.
there are scenes where he's amused at the characters' decisions, snorting and throwing random comments about their so-called stupidity. he does this to distract you from suffering in a heart attack.
"what a fucking idiot," levi scoffs at one of the main characters who follows the sound coming from the basement. you two are now on the second movie and he's proud of you for going through the first one. with his hand still rubbing little constellations on your waist, he tilts his head until he feels the crown of yours against his temple. levi snorts when the lights went out in the movie. "okay, he's the first person who's going to die."
"hmm, i'm starting to believe that, too," you reply behind the pillow you're hugging close to you.
he notices that your voice is muffled. a small half-smile lights up his face. gingerly lifting his free hand, levi slowly pulls down the pillow until the upper half of your face becomes visible again. the moment your eyes are in view, the grotesque demon in the film reaches their hand in the screen, eliciting a scream from you.
"holy shit! fucking hell, get away!" you curse, making levi laugh for the first time this night. you put your hands over your eyes, voice lamenting, "i hate this movie." you don't notice levi moving closer to you, mouth right by your ear.
his voice goes to a lower register (if that's even possible) --- the devious smile is present in his tone. "boo."
you jump an inch. the mirth in levi's eyes won't be mistaken as you glare at the sight of it, your heart still pounding. "and i hate you."
levi chuckled darkly while moving back. "good luck sleeping tonight, i guess."
"hey, now that's being plain rude! ... you're not planning on leaving in the witching hour to scare me, right?"
"of course, not, you baby."
"that doesn't sound convincing. and take away the you."
"hmm," levi laughs through his nose at your pout, "okay, baby, i won't leave you alone in bed, dress up in that all white ensemble, and crawl towards you like a madman."
"... i hate you."
"i love you, too, babe."
levi sometimes asks you what stupid thought comes to your mind to watch any media involving the horror genre, knowing that you're scared of these movies and series. heck, you got scared during the one of the insidious movies. ("the second part is terrifying, levi. have you seen the abomination there?!" you once said with enough conviction to convince him. the abomination meaning the make-up, was what he told you. you sulked for fifteen minutes before levi pulled you to the bed for some good lazy-day cuddles.) but truth be told, whatever shit you're planning on doing, expect to have him lingering close behind. if you tell him you want to binge horror movies, say no more --- he'll ask you to scoot over the couch so that you're not alone. he'll even make the snacks for you two.
besides, you know that you won't last two and a half hours of pure jump scares and exorcisms without levi and his quips --- something that he's thankful for because it means more cuddles with you.
#rorytalks#beautiful hoomans âšâšâš#this gave me butterflies đŠ âšđŠâš#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x you#levi x reader#levi x y/n#levi x you#aot x reader#aot x you#aot x y/n#attack on titan x reader#attack on titan headcanons#attack on titan imagines#shingeki no kyoujin levi#shingeki no kyoujin x reader
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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday
Monday   Wednesday   Thursday (Part 1)   Thursday (Part 2)   Friday   Saturday   Sunday
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Warnings: anxiety, doctorâs offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends
Word count: 5,326
(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, itâs enough to make a grown woman cry :â)
You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. â(Y/n), Dad wants you.â
You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. âIâll be down in a sec.â Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.
He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.Â
Your eldest brother snorted. âHungry (y/n)?â
You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. âYou have no idea.â
âYou wouldnât be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.â
There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.Â
âAnd the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-â
âAnd she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!â
Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your schoolâs mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.Â
He looked over to you, âI didnât know my little sister could be so badass.â
You felt your cheeks flare up. âItâs nothing I havenât done before. It really wasnât anything special.â
â(Y/n),â Philza pursed his lips, âyou did all that with a bruised back, Iâd consider that something special.â
âWait (y/n), youâre hurt?â Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.
âYeah, but itâs not that bad. I can still move and stuff.â
Techno rolled his eyes, âitâs bad if youâre going to the doctor for it.â
âEh, it doesnât hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so Iâm not worried.âÂ
âYouâre deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,â WIlbur deadpanned, âit clearly still hurts.â
âWell yeah, I didnât say the pain went away completely. Fuckinâ dumbass.â
âLanguage,â Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.Â
You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated âsorry Dad.â You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.Â
âIf you three keep bickering, youâre going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz Iâm taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, Iâll take care of your dishes.â
Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didnât have to deal with that today. Judging by Technoâs gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. âI swear, theyâre gonna put me in an early grave.â
âYou and me both Dad, you and me both.â
You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.Â
âHowâs your back? Does it feel any better?â
âKinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesnât feel any worse, so thatâs better I guess.â
He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.Â
âShit, sorry.â
âYouâre good. Just give me a little warning next time,â you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. âThat feels amazing.â
âI bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?â
You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. âKnock yourself out.â
He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. âDad, it probably looks worse than it feels.â
â...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.â
âWell, sorry I canât move to look at my back without being in pain. Iâll try harder next time.â You snarked him.
âHey, watch the attitude. Here, Iâll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.â
You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.
âYikes.â
âYikes isnât the only word I would use, itâs bad (y/n).â
âIt looks worse than it feels, I promise. Iâm gonna go get ready so weâre not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.â
You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldnât try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.
You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didnât feel like dressing yourself up.Â
You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.
Sammy <3
(Y/n) where the hell are you?
Adrian <3
Do you guys think she ditched us?
I knew she was ignoring us
Sammy <3
Who ignores their friends?
Annie <3
(Y/n) apparently.Â
She has more important things to do ig
Oh my god
Do you guys think she skipped school?
Adrian <3
I wouldnât put it past her
Maybe she finally gave up
(Y/n)
Iâm sorry guys, I just have a doctorâs appointment today
I would never ignore you
Sammy <3
Yk, itâs hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..
(Y/n)
Iâm not ditching you!
Iâm sorry I didnât tell you guys about my appointment
Iâll make it up to you guys
Adrian <3
How?
Youâve already skipped out on us enough already
Annie <3
Oh ik!
She can write our final research paper for us Dri!
I havenât started it yet lmao
Adrian <3
Saaaame lmaoooo
Sammy <3
Guys, what about me???
Adrian <3
Idk, figure it out yourself
Sammy <3
Rude!
Uhhh
Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history
(Y/n)
Alright, I can do that for you guys
Sam can you pls send me the rubric?Â
Annie <3
Thanks love ;)
(Y/n)
No problem, I like doing things for friends
My dadâs coming, I gotta go
Talk to you guys later
Adrian <3
Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!
(Y/n)
: ) <3
You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadnât taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammyâs US history presentation has to be or what itâs even about. But that was fine, youâd do anything for your friends.Â
âSo, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?â He asked jokingly.
âOh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I donât have a boyfriend Dad,â because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldnât tell him that anytime soon. âYou know that.â
âI know,â he chuckled, âitâs been a while since Iâve seen them. How have they been?â
âTheyâre good. Adrian got a job at the diner, heâs a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.â
âGood for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.â
âI was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?â
â(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.â
âI know, but thereâs always next year. Plus, we havenât been able to hang out in so long! Weâre always free at different times.â
âI donât know (y/n), what if they donât want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?â
âWe were just gonna hang out at Annieâs house and watch some horror movies,â you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.
â...Iâll think about it.â The car pulled into the doctor officeâs parking lot.
âThank you Dad! Itâs been a while since weâve all hung out together.â
He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.
Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your familyâs doctor smiling at you.
âHello (y/n), how are we feeling today?â
âIâm alright.â
âI hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?â
âYes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.â
She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. âCan you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?â
You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. âCan you take a good deep breath in for me?â
You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.Â
âThereâs definitely some swelling in multiple areas⊠It doesnât feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent⊠Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?â
âYes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.â
âHow would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbingâŠâ
âMore sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.â
She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. âIt doesnât sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?â
You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. âYou still have a full range of movement, thatâs good. Can I have you sit back up again?â
You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. âAlright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Donât do anything that will strain the muscles any further.â
âThank you Dr. Samson,â you smiled at her.Â
âYouâre welcome. Iâll leave you to change back into your clothes and youâre free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.â
She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philzaâs head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.
âSo?â
âDr. Samson said that I donât have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.â
He visibly slumped in relief. âThank god. Whatâd she say about volleyball?â
âShe said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.â
âGood, wouldnât want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team youâre playing is any good?â
âDad, of course theyâre good, weâre the top two teams in the area.â
âI bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker arenât as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.âÂ
âYeah we do, donât we?â You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haleyâs name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.Â
In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it couldâve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didnât do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.
Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldnât she be in class?
Hales : )
(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school
I need to talk to you before practice starts
Itâs an emergency
(Y/n)
Whatâs going on?
Hales : )
Iâll explain after school.
Canât talk about it over text
(Y/n)
Alright, see ya then ig
You felt your gut twinge. Somethingâs wrong, but you didnât know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. Youâve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptopâs clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-
You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.
âHales, whatâs going on? Talk to me.â
âItâs bad (y/n). Like, really bad.â
âWhatâs bad? Youâre worrying me.â
Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you werenât expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haleyâs dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.
Unknown
Iâm sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.
If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.
Youâll be the sluts of Klinkver High.Â
Cut all ties now. You have two days.Â
Do not try me.
âJesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.â
She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. âI donât know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We donât know who took these, we donât know what theyâre capable of. I donât wanna risk angering them.â
âWe can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?â
â(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just canât talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.â
âHales, how are we gonna not talk? Iâm your setter.â
She ran a hand through her thick black hair. âI donât know (y/n). Just-just donât talk to me anymore, I donât want your pictures leaked.â
âI donât care about my pictures. My nameâs been drug through so much shit this past year that it wonât affect me. I donât want your stuff leaked.â
She gave a watery laugh, âyou care too much, I love that about youâŠâ Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. âIâm so scared (y/n), I donât know what to do.â
You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. âHaley, I promise Iâll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You donât deserve this.â
She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each otherâs presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.Â
You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, âIâm not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-â
The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.Â
âDamn (y/n), whatâd you do? Sheâs pissed.âÂ
âItâs none of your business, Zara.âÂ
âOh, so itâs a loverâs quarrel then~â She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.Â
âFor the love of⊠Haley and I arenât dating, weâre both straight.â Sheâs straight.
âMmhm.â She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.
âWhy are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?â
âZara. We arenât dating. For the last time, weâre both heterosexual, not homosexual!â You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.Â
âYou just keep telling yourself that.â
âIâm serious.â
âHi serious,â a soft voice replied from behind you, âIâm Jazzy.â
You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. âNice!â
âThat was so bad, Jaz.â You couldnât help the smile that found its way onto your face.
Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. âCâmon, youâre smiling!â
âI am and I hate it.â
Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.Â
Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didnât feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didnât say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didnât reply. He probably wonât see the text until you got home from walking.
You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.Â
âDo you need a ride (y/n)?â She asked gently.
âBut what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, itâs not really a big deal.â
She rolled her eyes at you. âIt is a big deal. Itâs cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You donât even have a coat with you. Iâm giving you a ride whether you like it or not.â
You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, âokay, mom.â
âDonât give me that attitude young lady.â
âYou canât tell me what to do, youâre not my real mom!â
She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, âI married your- are you alright? Shit, I didnât hurt you did I?â
âNo, youâre good. Itâs just this damned bruise.â
She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the schoolâs main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.
â(Y/n)-â
âI know what youâre gonna say.â
She scoffed, âoh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?â
You turned around to face her, ââoh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.â Everyoneâs been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, mâlady.â
She snorted and covered her mouth, ânever call me âmâladyâ ever again.â
You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. âOr what? Whatâre ya gonna do?â
âI swear to god, (y/n), Iâm gonna leave you here.â
âDo it, pussy. Bet you wonât.â
âYou really wanna bet?â
You grinned at her, âhell yeah.â
She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the worldâs best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.
You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. Youâd be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didnât let go of her soft hand.Â
You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said âyou⊠lost, pussy.â
She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. âShuddup.â
âMake me~â
She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. âOh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.â
She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. âYou wouldnâtâŠâ
âIâm your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.â You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldnât see you.
âNaw, youâre too much of a softie for that. Admit it, Iâve got you wrapped around my little finger.â
She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. â...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.â
She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didnât like you like that, you shouldâve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-
âI canât (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we canât. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.â
You sighed, âright.â
The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didnât you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.
You coughed, âI think Iâm gonnaâŠâ
âYeahâŠâ
You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammyâs presentation and Adrianâs, Annieâs, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, youâd just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.Â
You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasnât going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.Â
â(Y/n),â Technoâs monotone voice called out, âdinnerâs ready.â
âTell Dad Iâm not hungry. Practiceâs got me beat, Iâm going to bed soon.â
He grunted, âyou know heâs not gonna like that right?â
You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, âTechno, just tell him that Iâm not hungry right now. Please.â
âDamn, you donât need to be like that. Iâll tell him.â
You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didnât have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didnât have time to think about Haleyâs warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didnât have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didnât have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haleyâs friendship and did the same to yours and Technoâs. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.
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[a/n: is this a week late? yes. happy belated-valentine's day angels <3]
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â Definitely went to work that day
â Not a huge romantic but wake up to find a hot breakfast with a note left on the counter.
Happy Valentines Day, dumbass. Love you.
â k.b
â When he returns from work, Katsuki buys you roses and shoves them into your chest with an eye roll. You thank him and he responds with a grunt before insisting you put on something nice because heâs taking you out on a dinner date whether you like it or not.
â Katsuki takes you to the fanciest restaurantâso fancy you feel a little bad that he has to pay, even despite his Pro Hero status. But youâre his, and spoiling you might as well be his love language.
â Halfway through dinner, Katsuki starts getting a little frisky. Sliding the rough leather of his oxfords up the inside of your thigh, winking and biting his lip. You tell him to stop but you only half-mean it, and the knowing grin on his face lets you know he knows.
"Careful, baby. You don't want the waitress to know how much of a dirty slut you are, do you?â
â Heâs condescending as fuck but youâre totally here for it, and the second he pays for the meal you two are speeding down the highway to a love hotel (per Katsukiâs plan, apparently). You barely make it to the bedroom before youâre all over each other, and if it werenât for that family of four in the elevator, you definitely wouldnât have.
â He tells you to get on the bed and strip, and who are you to deny him of such a luxury? He pulls a plastic black bag out of a different bagâitâs clearly full. With what, you may ask?
â Sex toys!
â Katsukiâs endgame is simpleâmake you cum until you canât anymore. Not that heâs told you explicitly, but heâs got a Hitachi pressed to your sex and two fingers slamming into you just the way you like it. With your wrists comfortably tied above your head, it doesnât take him long to bring you to your climax, cheeks burning and thighs shaking.
â Peering at you under the sweaty mess of ash-blond hair, the fire in Katsuki's eyes only adds fuel to the burning of your gut as the vibrator continues whirr. The realization settles in with a shiver. Oh. Oh fuck, he's not stopping.
âAgain.â
â So, you cum again. And again, and again, and by the time youâre on the fifth it gets a bit hard to feel your toes and youâre so sensitive your thighs burn. All you want is his cock, but for some reason, itâs fucking impossible for him to give it to you.
â Upon voicing your concerns, Katsukiâs devilish smile only grows wider.
âYou want this cock that bad, slut? Yeah? Fine then, fuckinâ choke on it.â
â Itâs basically cannon that one of Katsukiâs favorite things to do is watch you struggle to take all of him, but in this position, all you can do is lay back with bound hands as he fucks your face. Itâs sloppy and your eyes and throat burn, but it's totally worth it to hear Katsuki fall apart in your mouth.
âS-So goodâfuckâsuch a good whore, taking all of me, arenât you?â
â Katsuki pulls out before he cums in your throat in favor of flipping your limp body into downward dog and stuffing you full of cock in one swift move, the bastard.
â Katsukiâs never been one to take things slow in bedâto him, itâs all hard and fast and now. Youâre scrambling for purchase in the sheets as he pounds into that sweet spot he knows you love, and you feel your fully spent sex twitching back to life anyway. Fuck, fuck. Are you going to cum again?
â Katsuki seems to catch onto this as well, sweaty chest dropping against your back and the cool of his dog tag tickling your neck as his hand rubs between your legs, muttering dirty nothings in your ear.
âYou gonna cum for me, baby? Yeah? Gonna make a fuckinâ mess all over yourself like the slut you are? Fuckinâ do it. Fuckinâfuckââ
â You two cum at the same time, toes curling and ribcage shuddering, and thenâ
â Darkness.
â You wake up in a few hours, properly clean in fresh sheets. Turns out baby boy fucked you so hard you passed out, but it's okay because heâs found reruns of your favorite show on and is fully prepared with water and snacks.
â (And heâll never tell you, but he fully panicked and called Eijirou. Obviously, he knew you were alive, butâŠwhat if you passed out because of a problem? A concussion? Internal bleeding, maybe?)
â (Eijirou ensures him that though this should NOT happen every time, it can happen from exhaustion. To say Katsuki relaxes after that is an understatement.)
(Stay safe angels <3)
And speaking of Eijirou...
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â Definitely did not go to work that day.
â Today, Eijirou plans to treat you like the princess you are. Cooks you breakfast in bed (after almost burning down the kitchen trying to make bacon but shhh we donât talk about that) books you a full day spa and has Mina take you shopping for a new outfit for your "fancy date" that night.
â The location? A surprise.
â Itâs dark by the time you and Mina pull up, but the moment you hop out the car she speeds away. Um. She couldâve at least said bye.
"[Y/N?]"
â Looks like Eijirou brought you to a lake. You wonder who helped him bundle the fairy lights in the trees and set up the picnic because knowing your man and his coordination, it wouldâve taken a forever for him to set this up.
â But all those thoughts shatter the second you see that heâs on his knees, clutching a velvet box with a gorgeous diamond ring sat in the center. Not too flashy, but not too dull.
âU-Uh.â
â Eijirou swallows then blinks, the only sign that heâs the least bit nervous for this.
âSeeâŠI swear I had planned something to say, but you lookâŠholy shit, umâstunning, you look stunning.â
â His compliment goes over your head though. Of course it does, heâs holding an engagement ring. He chuckles, averting his eyes to the ground.
âListen, um, you can say no...B-But uh, I love you a lotâobviouslyâand Iâve been thinking about this a lot, kind of, because youâre likeâŠthe love of my life, ya know? I mean, I know everyone says that and everything but like, I really mean it? But if Iâm going too fast o-or you just donât wanna get married or something, I totally get it because obviously this is outta the blue and everything b-but umâŠyeah.â
â You let him stutter through the whole thing because, well. Itâs cute.
â ...And then you tackle Eijirou to the ground with renewed passion and slam your lips onto his. His âbabe! The ring!â is muffled but you snort anyway, blindly groping for it through the grass. The moment you find it, you shove it into his palm and stick your hand in his face, and with a (very sexy) chuckle, the redhead slides it onto your ring finger.
âIâll take that as a yes then?â
â No shit, Sherlock.
â Either way, the picnic in the dark is abandoned in favor of yanking Eijirou's pants off and giving him the best head of his life. Because goddammit, you love this man so much and he needs to feel it.
â Afterward, he insists on returning the favor. A wild Gentle Dom Kiri appears and as he eats you out, he mutters a deadly combination of the sweetest and dirtiest things youâve ever heard.
âFuck, you feel so good. So tight and wet. And itâs all for me, isnât it, baby?"
âYouâre gonna cum, angel? Do it. Cum all over Daddyâs face.â
â Once you semi-recover from your orgasm, he flips you on your hands and knees and slowly pushes inside of you (though not without putting on a condom because safety first, angels). You tell him to speed up, but he denies your request. This time around, Eijirou's going to take the time to love you.
â As he slowly fucks you under the stars, he dips his chin into your neck as his bigger hands encompass your own. As he starts to play with the ring on your finger, you watch something wet hit the picnic blanket, followed by a sniffle.
âGosh, fuckâI love you so much. A-And Iâm really happy you said yes. IâŠâ
â You cum first and Eijirou isnât far behind, shuddering against your spine. Your fiancĂ© unceremoniously rolls onto the picnic blanket next to you, his temple kissing the crest of your skull as the two of you use the comfortable silence to cool down, half-naked under the milky way.
â In your comfortable silence, you lift your left hand to the stars, fingers splayed to reveal the twinkling diamond solidifying the bond between the two of you. Eijirou hums, hooking his chin on your shoulder.
"Pretty, isn't it?"
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â Both of you are painfully single and most importantly, strangers. Strangers who think alike and had the glorious forethought to drown your sorrows at a nightclub with a lot of alcohol.
â Denki, as he does, accidentally knocks over his liquor-filled cup, completely drenching your bottoms. He apologizes and insists on helping you clean up though getting awfully close to your crotch, but both of you are too tipsy to notice.
â After the liquor spill, you swap embarrassing love stories and lament over the âhardships of being single.â (Denkiâs words.)
â A few hours pass. Youâre tired and ready to go home and Denki requests to walk you home to make sure you get back safely. Not that you live far, maybe ten minutes, but by the time you reach your door, you feel like you've known the electric blond your whole life. After saying goodbye and almost closing the door, Denki blurts out a half-drunken confession...or something like that:
âIâuh, y-you areâuhm, noâŠthis isââ
â You give him a look, a half-smile at best, and it seems to churn the gears in his brain again.
âThis was uhm, really fun and uh, I think youâre really cool.â
â So naturally, when you invite him inside, he squeals.
â After a few more drinks and a few more spillages (Denkiâs never been a deft drunk), you two finally get over your inner thoughts and start kissing on the couch. Itâs hot and messy, and the alcohol in your veins makes it oh, so hot.
â Denki doesnât expect you to offer head but when you do he nearly cries, scrambling to pull his pants off while you make space for yourself between his thighs. Due to the fact that thereâs alcohol pumping in Denkiâs veins and he hasn't been touched by someone else in at least a year, heâs extra-sensitive. And vocal.Â
"F-Fuck gorgeous, you're so good at this...o-oh shit, do that againâyeah, yeah just like that."
â His hips quiver, and he bucks into your mouth on accident. It earns him a glare and a light slap on the thigh, and you make a mental note to unpack the broken moan that interrupts his apology later.Â
â It doesn't take Denki a long time to cumâfive minutes max. He plans to give you a warning but his orgasm runs up on the electric blond so quickly he doesn't even get a warning. When Denki orgasms in your mouth with a choked moan, it's only natural that you pull away in alarm, ribbons of semi-translucent cum flying just about everywhere.
â To say you're pissed is an understatement (because your poor, poor carpet), but Denki feels terrible and is already reaching for the roll of paper towels you left on the coffee table from your cleaning spree this morning, apologies flying out of his mouth like an auctioneer.
â Obviously, he's going to make it up to you. Not only for making an absolute mess in your living room (seriously, Denki doesn't know if he's ever come that much in his life) but for the bomb head, and he wants to make you feel just as good as you made him feel.
â Both of you stumble to your room, the mood miraculously rekindled, and you're not sure what to make of Denki's desperation as he claws at your bottoms, pupils blown to the size of dinner plates. And though it's cheesy, you can't help but shiver when he finally gets eyes on your sex, wetting his bottom lip and the grip around your thigh tightening as he catcalls the apex between your thighs before diving in.
"Hello pretty~"
â Like any pervert with a vivid imagination, Denki's got a mental warehouse of sex tips and tricks and burns to watch you squirm from his touch. He wants you red-faced and breathless and isnât shy about it, actively paying attention to your reactions when he curls his fingers or uses his tongue just right.
"Oh, you taste so good sweet thing. So pretty and wet...did I do all this, gorgeous?â
â Also, electro-stimulation? Yes please.
â Denki's tentative about it at first because heâs not sure how youâll react, but once you give him that pretty little moan you've been holding back all evening, you two are going nowhere but hell.
â His dick hurts from being hard for so long and the second you cum, heâs practically begging to fuck you.
âPlease? Please gorgeous? Shit, you felt so good in my mouth I just wannaâI need toâplease?â
â Like you needed any convincing in the first place.
â You ride him per his requestâand will definitely make you repeat things back to him, just because he likes how embarrassed and blushy you get. If you refuse? Heâll be an absolute tease about it. (But only for a bit, because we all know his patience isnât that great.)
"Yeah? You like this cock? Tell me. Tell me how good my cock makes you feel, gorgeous."
â There's no way Denki lasts very long (again)âdefinitely with you in his lap. When he cums, itâs cute and breathless, and his nose scrunches into his eyes. But if he came twice, you should too right?
â The next morning, Denki's gone. But in his place, thereâs a note with his number and an explanation:
had to go to work! lol i have the fattest hangover kill me now ty. either way, you should text me. i wasn't kidding when i said i thought you were cool lol.
(xxx)-xxx-xxxx
â kaminari
[a/n: gah XD my brain melted from writing that um-
also donât worry about the family of four at the love hotel...they were...um...forced to stay there due to an emergency...lol :) see you soon, angels <3]
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Alrighty for Bakugou fluff, can I request a scenario where he wakes up but he's still REALLY sleepy so he actually thinks he's still dreaming so he goes downstairs for breakfast in the dorms, kisses the reader and hugs them while getting food, just the two of them. Only the reality is he never confessed to his crush yet, the bakusquad is there and he burns his tongue on his coffee thus waking up and grasping what he just did. EMBARRASSMENT GALORE
LUCID DREAMING
â bakugou katsuki was one of the few people who experienced very lucid, very life-like dreams. usually, he was pretty good at telling when he was dreaming and when he was awake. usually.
PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
WORD COUNT: 1,099
WARNINGS: second hand embarrassment, bakugou swearing, distressed denki noises
A/N: HELLO THIS WAS THE FUCKING FUNNIEST THING OF MY ENTIRE LIFE i seriously could not stop giggling over this for a solid 5 minutes !! anon i am BEGGING YOU turn on your location, you deserve all the recognition for this HILARIOUS prompt nhfdsjklhgkjfds
You were in the kitchen, preparing another round of coffee for the squad. It was Sunday and you all agreed to do nothing except indulge in caffeine and watch shitty movies with shitty snacks. Bakugou had yet to weigh his opinion on the matter, but considering he was still in bed - at the righteous hour of 8am, no less - he had waived his right to an opinion.Â
âThink I should make Bakugou one?â you called out.
The resounding âNO!â from every single person stopped you in your tracks.Â
âBakubro is really particular about how he likes his coffee,â Kirishima explained, leaning back over the couch to look at you. âItâs so manly.âÂ
âYou mean insane!â Kaminari corrected, voice high in distress. âHave you actually seen how he makes it?âÂ
âItâs a crime against coffee,â Shinsou added sleepily. âHe doesnât even use real coffee.âÂ
âJokes on you, buddy, but Y/N isnât using real coffee, either,â Sero teased.
âY/N doesnât burn the shit out of it, though,â Shinsou shrugged. âSpeaking of which, can you hurry up? Iâm gonna pass out over here.âÂ
âBe grateful!â Mina snapped, lobbing a pillow in Shinsouâs direction. âY/N, donât make his anymore! He doesnât deserve it!â
âIf you know whatâs good for you, youâll take that back right now, Pinky,â Shinsou snapped.
You laughed at the squadâs banter, tuning it out as you continued to prepare coffee for everyone. Shinsou included, since you didnât have a death wish. Excluding Bakugou, since Kirishima was right. He was picky when it came to what he put in his body. You doubt he would appreciate the gesture if you fucked up his first coffee of the day.
Speaking of the blasty boy, he finally made his appearance. Youâd never seen him look so exhausted, you were actually kind of concerned about him. He was always the first one awake, banging on your door to drag you down for morning training. Sometimes he would try Kirishima, and he knew better than to try getting Kaminari up early. Shinsou was a lost cause. Having him practically drag his feet across the room was a sight you never thought youâd ever see.
He paid the rest of the squad zero attention as he made his way into the kitchen with you. âGood morning, Bakugou,â you greeted, though even to your own ears it sounded like a question. âDid you... sleep well?âÂ
He grumbled as he dragged himself over to you andâ wait, what!? You flushed red instantly as he slung an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You were compliant since you didnât know what was going on. Why was heâ
Your brain shut down when he planted a sleepy, sweet kiss to your cheek and said, in a gravelly voice, âmorninâ babe.âÂ
He pulled away as if everything was fine, as if kissing you like you were a couple was a normal thing to do. Sure, you might have harboured a secret crush on the guy, but you were friends first! He never showed any indication of liking you back, so you never pursued anything. So... what the fuck!?Â
Should you say something? Was this a thing that was going to happen now? You wouldnât exactly be unhappy if that were the case, but... it wasnât supposed to work like that!Â
The rest of the squad looked on in stunned silence. Of course, theyâd seen.
(Unbeknownst to you, the squad had managed to wrangle some of Bakugouâs more personal feelings from him, several months back. It had taken a lot of bribing, and he only ever said it once. That Bakugou Katsuki had a crush on you. Theyâd all been sworn to secrecy, lest he turn to villainy to murder all their asses.)
No one knew what to say. No one dared break the silence. It was so surreal, it felt almost dream-like in the absurdity of it all.Â
You just watched as he milled about in the kitchen, making his famous shitty coffee with nothing but boiling water. Youâre sure he forgot to add something cooling. Before you could warn him about scalding his entire tongue off, he tipped his head back and took the most daring chug of boiling bean juice you had even seen.Â
It ended up exactly how youâd imagine it would. He sputtered it all out with a series of curses, nearly throwing the offending mug across the room.Â
And then he froze. Abruptly, as if he hadnât even been aware of his surroundings, he looked around to see the squad all leaning off the edge of the couches, to see you standing there entirely red faced.Â
His face went deathly white for a second before all the blood came rushing back, his face flushing even redder than yours in undeniable embarrassment. âHoly fuck, Iâm awake.â He sounded so mortified, wide eyes flying to you and then locking onto your friends.
The silence lasted exactly three more seconds before Kaminari burst out laughing. âSo bold, Kacchan!âÂ
âThat was so freaking manly!â Kirishima praised with a tear of pride.
âItâs about time Bakubabe made a move,â Mina squealed with excitement.
âBakugou really is an all or nothing guy, huh,â Sero nodded, vaguely impressed.
âIâm never going to get my fucking coffee,â Shinsou groaned, curling up on the couch and burying his face into the cushions. Through some other worldly powers, he was out like a light, fast asleep despite the ruckus going on around him.
The squad roared with laughter. There was no stopping their whooping and hollering, both cheering and teasing Bakugou.Â
âShut the hell up!â Bakugou shouted, hands sparking off. That just made the idiots laugh even louder. He felt embarrassed, he felt humiliated, and he wanted nothing more than to blast the smug faces off his dumbass friends but you were there, looking at him with a mix of your own embarrassment, confusion and concern. It was enough to pull him back from his murderous rampage.Â
âBakugou...â you started, but he interrupted you.
âDonât make a big deal out of it, Y/N. I thought I was dreaming.âÂ
Wrong choice of words. Your face turned sweet, your smile like sunshine. âAw, you dream of me? Bakugou, thatâs so sweet!â
If it were even possible, he went redder in the face. Your group of friends laughed even louder.Â
Feeling bold, you decided to tease Bakugou just a little more. You stepped up close to him, mimicking his moves on you earlier, placing a chaste kiss to his cheek. âYou could have just said you wanted a kiss, Kacchan.â
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Not Jealous
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
Genre: Hurt/Comfort; Fluff
Heâs not jealous. Heâs not. Impossible...so what was this horrible feeling clawing at his chest, urging him to do something about Denki getting a little too friendly? Why does he feel the need to punch something. Jealousy is an ugly thing as Bakugou finds out.Â
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He hated this. He didn't care, but at the same time he hated it.Â
The way Y/N threw her head back to laugh or, god forbid, giggle at something Dunce Face over there had said made his blood boil for some reason. The way he had his arm thrown around her made him want to punch something, and the obvious, lazy flirting made him want to yell at someone.Â
The whole class was lounging in the living room, Bakugou sitting on one of the couches next to Y/N and Denki. He was in full hearing range of the terrible jokes and laughs. Every now and then he chances a glance to them.
It doesnât help his rising temper
Why was Dunce Face the one who got to be near Y/N? Why the hell was he allowed to touch her? Obviously itâs not like he cared or anything. He didnât care that he wanted to be the one sitting next to Y/N, no that was just stupid.Â
Itâs not like his heart fucking fluttered everytime she shot him a smile, or offered to spar with him. Nope. Not like he admired how she was one of the only people who didnât take his bullshit, or how headstrong and confident and powerful she was, how she practically radiated every time she walked in the room, or even how he went out of his way to be around her.Â
It wasnât his fault she needed obvious tutoring to get her 95% up to a 100%. Not his fault their quirks were compatible and they were usually assigned to train together. She obviously needed to be walked to recovery girl every time she got hurt, who knows what stupid shit sheâd pull if no one accompanied her, (granted he was always the one who insisted on taking her, fuck off Deku.).
Any extra time they spent together was purely coincidental, and...fuck he was in love-
The day Bakugou had realised it was when he was walking her to her dorm. The grateful smile sheâd given him accompanied with a âThank you, Katsuki.â had quite literally knocked the breath out of him. He loved the way his name sounded on her lips.Â
âWhat the hell, Denki!?â Y/Nâs laugh rings through the room. That most definitely was not his name. He turns to them, his scowl deepening as he sees Y/N grab his arm to keep herself upright. Denki laughs with her, looking highly amused. Bakugou's eyes linger on them and something claws at his chest, a horrible emotion that makes him want to snatch you away, as far away from Dunce Face as possible.Â
The loud bang the echoes through the room startles everyone into silence. Bakugou rises to his feet and swears, grabbing onto his left hand, which he had accidentally ignited. One of the pillows behind him was scorched black, the smell of burnt cotton filling the room. He rarely every loses control of his quirk like that, regardless of how small the explosion was.Â
âKacchan-?â
âBakugo, you-â
âHoly shit! You okay?â Y/N is the first to react, cutting Izuku and Kirishima off and standing, walking over to Bakugou.She grabs his hand and brings it up to examine it for any damage. If it were anyone else they would have had their face blown off by now âWhyâd you-â
âShut up.â he says lowly, glaring at her, before harshly ripping his hand away and turning on heel, stalking up into the hallway, to his room presumably. He was still fuming, now the added anger of having lost control like that adding to the frustration.Â
Shutting the door, he looks down at his hands and sighs. In the confinements of his own personal space, he allows himself to think properly. Fuck, he hated this, he hated feeling like this.
He ignores the knock on the door, plopping down on his desk chair. He knew full well who it was, and he really didnât want to deal with this right now. The knocking continues and is this time accompanied by a familiar voice.Â
âDonât be an asshole, I know youâre in there! Open the door.â
Ignoring seems to work, he thinks...he thinks wrong. Before he can react, he hears the doorknob turn and the sound of the door creaking open tells him that he foolishly forgot to lock the door. He spins the chair to glare at Y/N
âThe fuck do you want?â
âI want to know why youâve been acting more pissy than usual today.â She states closing the door behind her with a click.Â
âKeep wondering then.â
âIt would be much easier if you just told me.â She crosses her arms.
Bakugou shrugs with a scowl. âShouldnât you be out there? Wouldnât wanna waste your precious quality time with Dunce Face now would you?â His scowl becomes harsher at the thought. Y/N pauses, silence filling the space between them for a few seconds.Â
âYouâre...oh my god, Katsuki, are you...jealous or something?â She asks, snickering a little.Â
âWhat the hell? Iâm not jealous.â He gets to his feet and yells, fists clenched. He wasn't jealous.
âYou are! Youâre jealous! Katsuki Bakugou is jealous!â Y/N laughs, ignoring the murderous look on the others face. Before she knows it, sheâs yanked forward by her collar, close to a very much seething Bakugou.Â
âIâm not jealous, you little shit.â He growls lowly, his fist bunching the front of Y/Nâs shirt.Â
âYour actions tell me otherwise.â Her eyes flicker down to his hold, before going back up to meet his fiery ones. She suddenly realizes how close they are, she can practically feel his breath fanning over her face. She goes quiet at the thought, a flush creeping up her face. Bakugou notices the lack of retort, and a slow smirk spreads across his face as he sees how red the other is.
âWhatâs wrong? Cat got your tongue? Whereâs the witty retorts now, shithead?â he yanks her closer, almost tauntingly.Â
âI left them with Kaminari, I guess.â Y/N says quietly after recovering from the initial shock. SHe grins as sheâs released and shoved away almost immediately.
âSo itâs Kaminari now?â he cocks his head to the side.
âThat bothers you?â
âObviously not. Do what you want, idiot.â He scoffs, looking away with a scowl. Y/N contemplates her options. She could push the point and risk Bakugou completely pushing her away...or she could leave and address the problem later.Â
Later. A word sheâs all too familiar with. Sheâs been putting off doing something as trivial as confessing till âlaterâ for the past few months. She canât exactly pinpoint how or why she fell for this hotheaded, stubborn, asshole of an unfairly attractive idiot, but she knows that sheâll have to tell him sometime, even if he rejects her and doesnât feel the same. After a few seconds of thought she makes up her mind and shrugs.
âAll right. Guess Iâll go spend some more time with Kaminari then. Since you donât mind.â She turns and pulls the door open. Before it can open more than a few inches, however, itâs forcibly slammed shut by a hand next to her head. She turns around in surprise and is met with Bakugou glaring down at her.Â
â...What?â She prompts when he doesnât speak.Â
He continues glaring down at her in silence, seemingly fighting a mental battle over something. It seems like the debate is settled however, when he sighs in annoyance and leans down, crashing their mouths together harshly. Â
It only lasts a few seconds, a few fiery, explosive, wonderful seconds, before Y/N is left shell-shocked, as Bakugou pulls away, still scowling. He raises an eyebrow, but doesnât move away.Â
âUh...I- that was-...â Y/N stutters, before gathering herself and meeting his gaze with a small smile. âI should take that as a sign that you like me back?â She relishes the way heâs caught off guard since it doesnât happen often. His eyes widen slightly in surprise and the hand on the door next to her head slips down just a fraction.Â
âFigured it out already, dumbass?â he grumbles, still keeping her fixed to her place with his eyes.
âSorry...guess I short-circuited for a second.â She canât help it. When Bakugou scowls and pulls away harshly, she reaches out and grabs his waist, attempting to keep him in place. âKidding! Iâm kidding, Katsuki!â She chuckles and hearing her laugh is the only thing that stops Bakugou from not prying her hands off him.Â
âThereâs nothing going on between me and Denki, if you were curious. Iâve liked you for a while now and he knows that.â The tips of her ears turn red at the confession. Bakugou stares at her for a second, not seeing any hints of a lie. He relaxes a little and scoffs.Â
âNever said I was curious.â he rolls his eyes and Y/N shakes her head with a breathy laugh.Â
âSure, Katsuki. Sure.â
When they return to the common area together, theyâre sent questioning glances, but everyone knows better than to ask. Y/N sits next to Bakugou and Bakugouâs the one who has his arm around her and Bakugouâs the guy who gets to hear her laugh and heâs the one who gets to spend time with her.
He obviously wasnât jealous before.
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Authorâs Note: My first Bnha fic! Honestly, Iâm so excited to start writing for this fandom, so send your requests in! They really get my creativity flowing!
Requests Are Open And Welcome
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D R U N K [ Ray X Reader ]
Age: around 18 Genre: Fluff Warnings: UHhh, adult jokes (??) and mentions of alcohol
Simple, you know, you were graduating high school and moving on to college of course there'd be parties. And there's only three words to describe this party you're in? Wild as fuck. Man, some were playing beer pong, some were making out, it was just so chaotic you don't even remember as to why you were here in the first place... Oh yeah, your parents forced you to get some human interaction every once in a while.
You thought this party would be very shit and unenjoyable but look at you now, everyone around you was cheering you on to chug , c h u g  , c  h  u  g . And chug you did.
You were already dizzy but you know this is that moment, that sweet moment of youth (??) perhaps and there's the adrenaline and the feeling that you're on top of the world, it's like you can just do anything you want for example, peeing in your annoying neighbor's backyard but let's not take that idea personally-
You were just about to open another bottle of alcohol but then someone stopped you, a hand gripped on your wrist which surprised you, you looked up to see whose hand it was and saw Ray frowning. That's typical, when is he not frowning anyway.
Well, Ray is one of your closest friends, your parents are also both close to each other so it just makes sense. And Ray being the most trusted person of your mother, she asked him if he could pick you up since it was getting kinda late. You know if they were just gonna end up worrying about you then why even force you to get some of that, "human interaction", they're just  exaggerating.
"Oh, hey Ray my beloved , what're you doing here?" You smugly asked as he helped you stand up but your feet kept on tripping and so you slipped, with your hand on Ray's shoulder causing him to fall on top of you while the people surrounding you both were teasing you, you felt Ray's hot breath hitting your neck while his large hands were supporting your back to protect you from directly falling. The close space between the both of you caused Ray's face to turn into a tomato, red flushed cheeks, wide eyes, he lowkey wished you both could stay like that for more time. "You idiot, get up already its almost 4am." He says as he quickly got up and tried to take your heavy ass up. "wAiT, mY bAg and mY phOne, And mY StufF are-" "Shh, shh. I got them all now shut it." He says as he shows you your bag from his other hand, he opened the door with his foot and kicked it close. "Hey Ray, aren't you getting to close, haah~?" You seductively whispered in his ear making him blush for the second time. He rolled his eyes, 'Patience, you must stay calm.' He thinks to himself. "Haah~?" Okay, he decided that was it. "Why don't you walk by yourself then, the parking lot is still quite far from where we are, walk by yourself good luck tripping over everything." He lets go of you while you had trouble tryna regain your posture. "I can walk, don't-d-don't you underestimate the power of this wild creature." You pointed to yourself while making a karate pose.
Ray was annoyed, his eye was twitching and he really did want to abandon you there. "Okay, I'll lead the way then." After a few seconds, everything was going well, he takes a few glances back at you to see how you're doing because apparently if you trip and die he'd be blamed  by your parents. Then he saw you weren't by his side, well obviously not because you kept on slowing down but you really were out of his sight and this worried him by a lot. 'If only Emma and Norman were here to back me up with this dumbass' But for real, he was worried, it had only been a few seconds--what if someone took you or something. He ran a few steps back and looked everywhere and there you fucking were, talking to a celebrity cardboard cutout. "Oh my fucking gosh, this dimwit. Y/n!" He sighs as he massaged his temples. He ran to you and pulled you by your arm. "Ugh, stOp, I'm still flirting with this hot man." You whined as you tried to wriggle your arm out of Ray's hand. He didn't know whether to leave you alone or laugh at you there. "You blockhead, that's...that's a Justin Bieber cardboard cut out for fuck's sake..." Ray was about to explode at this point, you were making him want to combust. "Please, dOn't take me way, I have no flirt with!" "I'll flirt with you all you want just--let's go already this is so embarrassing!" He said to improvise but your drunk self actually believed that he'd flirt with you. "Really?" You asked and he just nods while closing his eyes, annoyed. "YaaaY~, Ray my beloved will flirt with me, I'm the happiest person in the worlll ever." To be honest, Ray would love to hear those words while you're not drunk but he can't help but blush again remembering what Norman used to say, "Drunk people always say what they truly think." He shook his head and as soon as you arrived at the parking lot, he pushed you gently into the backseat. Thankfully, you spent that whole time without saying anything, you were literally just staring at the car's ceiling like a dead person which was creepy. He arrived at your house and it seemed that everyone was asleep so he had to use the spare keys he has. He then opened the door, carrying you bridal style and the hallways were quite narrow so he felt sorry whenever your head hit some walls or table. đ lmfao. He carefully placed you on your bed, while you were almost sound asleep. Boy, times like this remind him of deep in love he is with you. You know maybe he should just confess of something.
He smiled and tucked in some hair behind you ear. Very wholesome situation, well until you tugged his arm for him to come closer so he thought you had something to say, when he finally got close you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly which shocked him by a lot. It was comfortable to be in your arms, if only he could stay there a bit more longer. :'). "H-Hey what are you trying to do? Let go of me, Y/n." He softly whispered, his hot breath hitting you once again but a bit more closer which caused you to hug him tighter. "Dream on." And since you really wouldn't let go of him, and he didn't have enough will to force himself out of your hold, he decided to just stay there. It was 4am and your warmth was more than enough to make him sleepy. Next morning: You woke up with someone in your arms, it was very comfortable. 'Oh it's just Ray..wait what--RAY??' "HOLY SHIT RAY! WAKE UP! WAKE-" His hand covered your mouth as his half-asleep eyes stared at you. "What are you so loud in the morning for?" Man, his morning voice could kill. Shaking your head quickly to shoo away the simp thoughts, you built up the courage to ask him this one cliche question. "Di-Did we perhaps, you know? Do the thing?" Of course Ray was not dumb but he can be an ass. Smirking, he asks with an innocent tone, "What do you mean by thing ?" "Oh my--you know what I mean! Stop acting dumb-" "Oh you mean sex?" He stared at you for a while, keeping that smirk of his on his face while seeing you so flustered and red. "Why do you have to be so blunt, this is why I hate you.." You said as you buried your face into one of your pillows. "Chill, woman. We didn't do that. You did do something dumb last night though." He chuckles as he removes the pillow away from your red face. "Please kill me--what is it?" "Well you just flirted with a Justin Bieber Cutout, nothing new." "I really did that?" You cried as you started mentally smashing your head on a rock. "Yes, yes you did." As soon was those words of confirmation came out of his mouth, you started getting flashbacks again, "Dude, I'll never be drunk again." "That's a good idea. But if you never get drunk again you might never hug me again the way you did last night." 'The way I did last night?...' What did he even mean by that... "What do you mean?" "Want a demonstration?" ..... THE END lol bye this was so bad ahvdusvud - Follow me on wattpad - @excujeemi Join my discord server !! https://discord.gg/wXSuKBXMXt
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Supervillain AU! I formally request the special addition of Yuuâs first kidnapping please.
Thank you for the ask, dear anon!
âYoo-hoo, Reporter-chan? Wakey-wakey, itâll be bad for you if you donât get up soon~â
Yuu shakes their head groggily, the sing-songy voice not helping the pounding in their temple.
âDid someone get the number of the truck that hit me?â They mumble, blinking to try and get their eyes to focus.
âDammit Deuce, you gave them brain damage.â A familiar, much more annoyed sounding voice said. âTheir headâs gonna be all screwy and useless now, dumbass.â
âIt was just a lovetap though!â A third voice, also familiar, protested.
The floor finally stopped moving in front of their eyes and Yuu realized some very important things.
One, the floor they were staring at was not the floor of the library where they last remembered being.
Two: Their arms and legs seemed to be tied tight to the arms and legs of an iron garden chair.
Three: There are many odd-looking people standing near them, all in clothes that are too coordinated not to be a uniform but too outlandish to represent a government group of some kind.
Oh Great Seven, Yuu thinks with a rising sort of hysteria. Itâs finally happened.
Clowns have come to take me away for not brushing my teeth enough like Mom said when I was little.
â...Are ya sure you didnât break âem?â
â...â
âDeuce.â
Yuu wonders if they should feel offended at being talked around like this.
âEnough of this nonsense!â A hand seizes Yuuâs chin and pulls their head up to face the latest speaker. An imperious-looking young man stands and walks towards the reporter, clicking his fingers. âThree of Clovers.â
A tall man in glasses hands the imperious young man what Yuu recognizes as their wallet. The shorter man glances at the contents disdainfully. âYou. First and last name and age, now.â
âY-Yuu Radcliffe, 23 years.â The reporter stutters, their initial hysteria morphing into a sinking feeling in their gut. If not the clowns, then... âCan I ask who I have the pleasure of talking to?â
âNo.â The redhead holding their wallet snaps. âCurrent occupation and birthday?â
âField reporter at TWST local news.â They force themselves to relax the fists their hands have balled into. âMarch 18th.â
Remember what Uncle Divvy always says. Stay calm, act cooperative, do or say whatever you need to to avoid injury. Any supervillains on this level trying to curry favor with or blackmail the dumb bird will have to go through Uncle Divvy first to contact him, and heâll take care of the rest.
All Yuu needs to do is keep themselves alive until then.
They still canât help but dread what they know is coming next.
The supervillain seems to notice their distress, and smirks cruelly. He takes his time walking forward and leaning down until heâs on the reporterâs eye level, hands resting on the back of the chair and eyes flicking over their face, almost as if heâs savoring the moment before he makes their life that much more painful.
Yuu braces themselves as he opens his mouthâ!
âWhat is the best type of tea?â
Huh?
âWait, what? I donâtââ Yuu asks, backpedalling as the supervillainâs face grows stormy at their lack of response. âUuh...green tea? I guess? I mean, itâs the one I like the most, but Iâm more of a coffee or hot cocoa person, so Iâm not the best one to ask...â
The person holding their chin sucks in through their teeth and the annoyed familiar voice outside their periphary snickers âOooh, busted~â
The supervillain is beginning to go as red as his hair, and the reporter can hear his teeth grinding. His hands are now gripping the back of the chair so tight Yuu would almost swear they hear the metal by their ears creak.
âRiâRoyal.â The man with glasses says.
The supervillain inhales and exhales almost violently, until whatâs visible of his face under that mask is looking less flushed.
âThe correct answer,â He says, voice trembling with emotion. âWas all teas at their due times. To drink green tea instead of rosehip at breakfast, or lemon tea at 8pm...the nerve of your arrogance is astounding!â
Yuu...genuinely isnât sure how theyâre supposed to respond to that. Instead they just go with, âIâm sorry, Iâve never had rosehip or lemon tea. Do you like them?â
âDo Iâ?!â The supervillainâs mouth works soundlessly, gradually going red again. He pushes off the chair sharply. âIâthe roâi-itâs not a matter of liking!! These are the Rules!! And the Rules must be obeyed!! Three of Clovers!â
âYes, Royal Flush?â The glasses man asks.
âThe reporter is forbidden from having any montblanc after dinner, and will take two cups of lemon tea at 8pm tonight and two cups of rosehip tomorrow at breakfast.â Royal Flush flashes them a cruel smirk. âConsider it a light punishment for your impertinence.â
Yuu blinks. Tries to make sense of what theyâve just heard.
Blinks again.
âYou know if you just wanted to ask me out to dinner, Iâd have taken a nice invitation or a bouquet. You didnât need to knock me out and tie me up like this, Iâm not that picky. I do have Tinder.â
Glasses guy makes a choking noise and erupts into a coughing fit.
The hand thatâs been holding Yuuâs chin migrates to their shoulder for support as its owner lets out an undignified snort and gasps out something that sounds vaguely like âwhy wasnât I recording, that was Magicam gold!â as he giggles. Heâs a redhead too, but much more orange than his boss.
Thereâs a sputter of hysterical laughter that has Yuu twisting their head to see the two guys and the cat from the hydroelectric plant, both with these odd-looking metal collars around their necks, but otherwise unharmed. The talking cat is trussed up in so many ropes that it looks more like a bobblehead, also wearing a weird collar.
The third redheaded one is bracing his hands on his knees, wheezing out a litany of âholy shit, holy shitâ between chortles. The dark haired one is holding the cat a confused expression, cutting off his friendâs laughter when he turns to ask, âAce, whatâs tinder?â
The momentary silence lets an odd squeaking noise be heard.
One that gradually grows in volume until itâs an outright screech coming from the supervillain in front of them. Heâs so red Yuu is honestly worried about his blood pressure, pointing a shaking finger at them.
âIâYOUâYOUâOFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!â
Yuu chokes a little at the feeling of cold metal materializing around their neck, dragging their head down with its weight. The supervillain continues screeching, refusing to even look at the reporter. âYOUâ! DUNGEON! RIGHT NOW!! NO DESSERTS!! GO!!â
Thereâs an awkward moment as Royal Flush turns away from them, as if expecting them to get up and walk out of their own accord while his back is to them.
â...So, does that mean you want them to untie me or something, or...?â Yuu wiggles their firmly bound hands and feet for emphasis.
The supervillian makes a sound like a kettle whistling, before he barks out. âTwo of Spades! Ace of Hearts! GET them OUT OF MY SIGHT until theyâre WILLING to COOPERATE!!â
The dark haired young man quickly shuffles forward, grabs the back of the chair, and drags it and the poor reporter attached to it out of the room and into the corridor. The metal screeches as it moves from carpet to concrete.
âWhâTwo, no, untie them first.â The man with glasses says, despairing, appearing in the doorway. âYouâll mark up the floor otherwise.â
âAh! Sorry, senpai!â Two looks between the cat in his arms and the knots on the chair, before shoving the cat into the arms of the redhead who answers to âAceâ. Neither of them look happy with this development.
âFgnah! Quit squeezing, ya jerk!â The cat protests, wriggling as best it can.
âOh? Whatâs that? Iâm sorry, I just need to make sure that greatest, lamest supervillain in the city doesnât escape to go setting random crap in the lair on fire again.â Ace says sweetly, grip tightening.
âThaâs your fault, anâ you know it!â The cat wheezes out, thrashing harder.
Yuu winces. âHey, quit hurting him. Whatever he did, he doesnât deserve this.â
The dark haired minion barks out a laugh as he tugs the ropes away from their right wrist while his redheaded counterpart sneers at them.
âOh really? Bet youâll change your tune real quick once you learn itâs thanks to him youâre here in the first place.â Ace of Hearts mocks. âDumb monster sang like a damn canary when Royal pressured him a tiiiny bit, saying it was all your fault his precious ingredient is now in the sewers.â
âThaâs a lie!â The monster? cat blurts out too quickly for comfort. âItâs all these two morons, I swear!â
âWhy you littleââ
âI donât care.â Yuu cuts in before Two of Spades can hit the animal. âI didnât destroy that thing, but even if none of you said anything, your boss wouldâve found out I was involved anyway from watching my report on it on the news. So I donât care, just-just quit hurting him.â
Thereâs a tense moment as the two minions stare down at the reporter. They do their best to meet the gazes without flinching.
Then the Ace of Hearts tosses the cat into their lap as the Two of Spades sinks back down to keep working on their ankle. âFine. Since you like it so much, you can take care of it. Just donât expect me to cover for your assâyou still owe me for the power plant.â
âIâm sorry?â Yuu curls their free arm around the bundle of rope, fur, and yowling insults and pulls it closer to them. âShouldnât that be the other way round?â
âYou locked me in a closet with him!â Ace hisses. âDo you know how hard it was to get out before the cops came with him freaking out and messing stuff up?!â
âOi.â Two shoots him a dark look from where heâs finished untying the reporterâs left hand. âLike you werenât whining about us being digested until you knocked a broom over!â
âSh-shut up!â
âWell excuse me for trying to save your lives.â Yuu bites back, rubbing the rope marks on their wrists. âNext time Iâll just run and let the sludge monster eat your unconscious bodies.â
âItâd save us all the trouble of this shit if you did!â Ace spits, jabbing a finger at his collar. âAt least then we wouldnât be on Royalâs shit list!â
Yuu lets the piece of information they were just given marinate in their brain as they glare at him. Well, now what exactly was that supposed to mean?
âNgh...this knot wonât come loose.â Two says from by the reporterâs left foot.
âHow about now?â Replies an unfamiliar voice, as a disembodied hand pulls deftly at a loop in the rope.
âAh!â Two of Spades brightens up as the rest of the rope falls away. âThanks a lotââ
The disembodied hand punches him in the face.
Yuu cries out in alarm at the sight of the minion falling backwards into the Ace of Hearts, knocking him down like a bowling pin.
A pair of clawed hands are then scooping them up, extra cat and all, and the reporter finds themself looking at the unsettlingly wide smile and purple cat ears of one of the cityâs top heroes, running at full speed while sharpened playing cards whizz past his face and Ace calls out behind them âSenpai! Itâs him again!!â
Thereâs a percussive boom somewhere in the distance, and screams of how the flamingos are loose as the hero winks down at Yuu. âSeems youâre a popular one today, kitten! But letâs get you back to where you where before you were so rudely catnapped, yes?â
âNot so fast, hero!â The orange haired guy choruses from the entrance to the staircase, andâfrom behind them as well?
The reporterâs heart sinks as more and more versions of the minion keep popping up around them, to the point where the hero is forced to stand on the bannister of the balcony theyâre on.
And based on the fact that the hero hasnât used his invisibility? Intangibility? powers, itâs likely that he canât use them while holding Yuu and the cat.
Theyâre surrounded.
âYou really canât keep your paws out of anything thatâs mine, can you?â Royal Flushâs tone is clipped as he glares up at the hero.
âHey R-kun, Three-kun!â The hero pouts, hugging Yuu closer to his chest. âI come a~ll this way to play, only to find youâve got a nyew toy youâre already playing with without me! How mean! You guys really are cruel!!â
âWeâre sorry about that.â Three of Clovers says, edging closer. âIf you just hand the reporter over to Four, theyâll be put away and we can all âplayâ together, no distractions. Doesnât that sound nice?â
The hero makes a deliberating noise, holding Yuu out and away from him over the drop, tilting his head this way and that.
His grin grows unsettlingly wider.
âLook, R-kun, Three-kun!â The hero calls out. âNyo hands!â
Wait, whatâ
The heroâs body vanishes.
Yuu and the monster cat plummet screaming past the illogically winding staircases of the evil lair.
Yuu tries to angle their body so that the frantically crying cat will be shielded from the brunt of the fallâ!
âNO!!â
Thereâs a sound like glass shattering, and a feeling of being enveloped in something soft, cold and buoyant. The two of them bounce a few times and land back on it more gently each time.
Yuu cracks open their eyes to see that theyâre seated on a strange, red, jelly-like mass. The cat in their arms tentatively sniffs, and then lunges to take a bite out of their cushion before the reporter can stop him.
âShtrawberry?â He says through a full mouth. âTashtes good!â
The reporter grabs him before he can go for another bite, a little thrown by his speed now that collar isnât weighing him down. But where did this thing come fromâ?
Yuu looks up.
Royal Flush is leaning dangerously far over the balcony countless flights of stairs above them, one arm outstretched down towards them.
They stare at each other for a moment.
Then clawed hands fasten around Yuuâs waist again with a cheery âNyow wasnât that fun?â and Royal Flush visibly tenses and begins screaming things after the escaping hero that are barely legible through his rage.
The hero deposits them both outside the TWST news station with their wallet and phone back in their pockets. He at least helps them untie the monster cat, who promptly declares he just let them protect him, and scarpers.
Of course the hero is gone too when Yuu turns back around, before they can ask him what the hell he was playing at, dropping them like that, was he insane?! If Royal Flush hadnât interfered...
The reporter has to fight the urge to lose their lunch.
Their boss rushes out and envelopes them in a surprisingly powerful hug, the woman almost lifting the reporter off their feet as she babbles about whether or not Yuu needs a hospital after getting kidnapped by one of the seven major supervillains.
Yuuken is quick to join the embrace with a bear hug of his own. He pulls back, fingers prodding gently at Yuuâs bruised temple and declaring heâll drive them to hospital to make sure they donât have a concussion.
He graciously waits until theyâre in the car to ask why Yuu smells so much of strawberries.
The reporter can only give a half answer, partly because they donât want to worry him, and partly because they have another question of their own buzzing incessantly around their brain.
Why was Yuu kidnapped in the first place?
Royal Flush never even mentioned Crowley, despite all the chances he had to do so. Not even an oblique or confusing metaphor or code. Does that mean heâs ignorant of the connection between Yuu and the League?
But if thatâs the case, it circles back around to the first question: why kidnap Yuu to begin with?
Somehow the reporter doubts it was to just ask their tea preferences or invite them to dinner.
Those minions referred to that monster as Royal Flushâs âprecious ingredientâ. Ingredient for what? Is there something that Royal Flush thinks they witnessed thatâs integral to a scheme? Did they witness something and just not realize itâs significance?
Yuuâs reporter senses are screaming that thereâs a deeper story to uncover here. Yuuâs common sense is screaming that investigating the dangerous plans of the supervillain theyâve just escaped from is a terrible idea.
Though he could have just...let them fall. But he didnât. And wonât he just kidnap them again regardless?
...
This is a terrible idea.
But if Yuuâs common sense was stronger than their reporter senses, then they wouldnât be in this city in the first place, would they?
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Fundy/GN!Reader - Two Days [11,010 words]
Fluff! For this anon! You were lucky enough to join your European friends on their trip to England and in the process you got to meet your wonderful boyfriend Fundy. Oh, you also got to get the wrath of TommyInnit witnessing his friends in a relationship. (/lh I love Tommy) I have so much fluff for this idea guys, Iâm going to write some really cheesy bits for this and Iâm going to love it >:] Also thereâs a very intimate scene in this, not spicy or heated but idk I felt like I should mention it just incase. Ignore the botched plane stuff, lines that are off from the vlog, and the slightly rushed ending, I was getting a little frustrated with how long this was taking <//3 I promise tho I still love the request and Iâm very happy I could fill it in a way that Iâm at least mostly happy with. Anyways as always please feel free to scroll past if anything about this makes you uncomfortable :)
Your fingers tapped on the arm rest, leg bouncing as you grumbled, how long does it take a plane to land? Immediately you laugh at yourself, it takes a while. You need to calm down, itâs not like your one plane landing away from your closest friends and the man you quite honestly see as the love of your life! Of course not. Itâs just a normal first ever trip to England. This is absolutely fine.
...
Youâre entirely lying to yourself, your heart feels like it's going to explode as it beats in your ears. Fundyâs going to be there, the man whoâs brought you endless hours of joy and smiles. The man whoâs pulled you out of countless panic attacks. The man who youâve had to lovingly bully into making sure he eats and drinks enough. The man who youâve fallen asleep in call with countless times. The man who all youâve ever wanted to do to is yank into a kiss and never let go.
Fidgeting with your seatbelt for a second, you groan and you pull your hands up to your face, resting the heel of your palms on your eyes. You all have known each other for months and logically you know itâll go fine. But your brain isnât known for listening to logic, or you for the matter, so when anxiety starts to boil in your stomach youâre not surprised. So many things could go wrong you couldnât even begin to list them.
It took the plane actually touching the ground to land for you to pull your hands off your face and realize you didnât hear a single thing the pilot just said. Quietly you waited for them to say your good to go as you readjusted your mask. Good god, your fidgeting is starting to annoy you, what are all of your friends going to think? You sigh as you feel the plane finally stop, waiting till you see other people standing up before standing up yourself.
Slowly the passengers started to leave the plane and carefully you followed behind, trying not to get too close per social distancing and all. Nervously you pat your hands on your thighs, waiting patiently while the flight attendant checked your temperature. Once you got the okay you shuffled off the plane, your eyes scanned over everyone in the airport, looking for any of your friends.
After a few scans you finally spotted Wilbur, how it took multiple tries to spot a man who towered over everyone is beyond you, but aside the point. As you started to jog towards him you see Tommy pop up next to him, "Ayyyee y/n!!" he basically yelled and Niki shushed him, whispering something to Tommy before you see him huff. The scene made you smile, he was definitely just as loud as you expected him to be.
âHey Tommy!â you replied, youâre still anxious but actually seeing your friends in its own way has calmed you down. Once you get over there Niki pulls you into a quick but tight hug before Wilbur flung an arm around your shoulder.
You couldnât see his smile, thanks to his mask, but you could recognize the way his eyes were crinkled. âHey, y/n! How was the flight?â he asked as he started walking, pulling you along with him.
âOh it wasnât-â You looked around for Fundy, frowning slightly when you didn't find him, âIt was okay. Where- Whereâs Fundy?â You asked, unconsciously rubbing your knuckles together, you know he wouldnât lie to you but a lot of previous relationships made an uncomfortable pit grow in your stomach.
Tommy from the other side of Wilbur let out a bark of a laugh, âThat dumbass overslept and missed his flight!â he shrugged, âDonât know why he still bothered getting another flight but he should be here soon.â
âYeah, heâll be here. Weâre gonna go get your luggage then weâre heading to his terminal.â Will said as he gave your shoulder a couple of pats, âDonât worry your lover boy will be here soon!â he couldnât help but laugh at his own lighthearted teasing while you turned red.
You could hear Tommy gasp as Will said the second part, oh god. You guys never told Tommy you were dating, you both managed to keep it under wraps for an upwards of five months. âYou and Fundy are dating?!?!â He yelled, earning himself another glare from Niki that he ignored, too lost in his own laugher, âOh my god, this is gonna be so great! Iâm going to make this so awkward.â
Groaning at the sound of Tommyâs âIâm definitely causing mayhem and you canât stop meâ voice, you sigh and pull Wilbur off of you before looping around to Tommy. He was definitely taller than you but that didnât stop you from hooking your arm around his neck and pulling him down to your level âTommy. My main man. My good friend. My best bud, if you will... I swear if you ruin anything within the first thirty minutes, I will personally assure we leave you in an alley after 9 pm.â You gave him a stern squint as he just stared at you. After a few seconds and Niki and Wilbur giggling, you give him a noogie before letting him go, âIâm joking, Iâm joking! But, seriously, at least thirty minutes.â
Tommy huffed as he ran his hand through his hair a few times, âBro what the fuck?â He stopped for a moment, seemingly remembering you asked something of him â... Fine. But you owe me one!â He insisted, you just rolled your eyes and agreed.
By now you had all made it to the baggage claim and you carefully looked for your backpack to make sure you didnât grab someone elseâs by mistake. Once you spotted it you quickly ran to grab it before returning to the group who had moved and sat on one of the rows of benches in the middle of the room. You could see Niki mumble something to Wilbur before he nodded, âYou guys whispering gossip without me?? God, my own best friends would really hurt me like this huh?â you say dramatically as you pulled your backpack on.
The two immediately shook their heads, âNo, no! Of course not, how could we live with ourselves if we did?â Niki replied, her voice sounding just as dramatic as yours. You both cracked into giggles, them falling into her words as she spoke âBut anyway, Fundy might be a little longer so weâre just gonna wait here.â she patted the seat next to her and you happily plopped down.
The next ten minutes were filled with Tommy talking about basically anything he could get away with, future video ideas, Dream SMP plot, at one point you're pretty sure he started talking about SMP Earth, but you couldnât be sure. It was a nice filler conversation, sometimes one of the others would jump in and say something but you just stayed quiet for the most part, stuck in between the weird middle ground of anxious and very, very tired from your trip.
When you accidently started to doze off you felt someone carefully wrap their arms around your shoulders. âOh, Fundy...â You say quietly, leaning into the touch for a second before almost jumping out of your skin, âHoly shit, hey Fundy.â You said pulling yourself out of his arms before jumping over the bench to tackle him in a hug. âYouâre actually here. Oh my god.â you are trying your damnedest not to cry as you finally learn just how comfortable his hugs really are.
Fundy holds onto you a little tighter when he hears little hics come from you, changing his stance just enough to be sure you both donât fall, âI'm here, y/n. I really, really am.â he said quietly, burying his face in your hair. âI love you so much.â he pulled you away from him, pulled down his mask so he could place down light kisses everywhere on the exposed skin of your face, making you giggle.
âI love you too, dork.â You reply before pulling your own down and tugging him into a kiss, it was a slow one, full of unfamiliarity and so much love. It made your heart flutter more than he already did and you honestly didnât think that was possible.
When you both pulled apart you were forcibly reminded by Tommy making very exaggerated gagging noises that you two were, in fact, not alone. âMy eyes! Wilbur my eyes!! Itâs so gross it's blinding me!â The teen jokes, still fake gagging. You and Fundy just rolled your eyes while you pulled your masks back up, neither you expected anything different from him.
Wilbur just sighed and lightly shoved Tommy, âGreat job, you lasted almost five minutes, thatâs a record Iâd say.â Tommy just replied by flipping Wilbur off which sent the whole group into hysterics. He tried to defend himself but all his sentences just devolved into laughs so he gave up. All you can think about is how this is home, laughing so hard with your friends that you cry while you lean on your boyfriend.
Once everyone calmed down Fundy made sure his backpack was on fully before stepping over the bench. Niki let out a laugh as she jokingly scolded him, "The bench really isnât that long, you could have just walked around, you know?"
Fundy just shrugged, "I mean, y/n just did it! I'm just following their lead!" he said, a shit eating grin on his face that made Niki sigh.
You chuckled as you walked around and the rest of the group got up, "Well, who's hungry? I know y/n hasn't eaten in at least five hours so why don't we go get pizza or something?" Wilbur suggested, fishing his keys outta his pocket.
âFuck yeah, pizza!!!â Tommy yelled excitedly, quickly stealing Wilbur's keys and sprinting away.
Will stuttered for a second before running off after Tommy, "Motherfucker, not again! Get back here, you aren't even old enough to drive!!"
You, Fundy, and Niki followed after the two, laughing at their antics. Fundy softly entangled your guy's fingers, placing his forehead on the top of your head for a second in place of a kiss. "Oh my God, you guys are already attached at the hip-" Niki said, laughing more, you know it's lighthearted teasing but it still makes you blush.
"Aw, come on Niki! I thought you'd be the one to not tease us!" you said in a joke whiny tone, hiding your face in Fundy's shoulder.
Niki started to laugh harder, "Oh- Oh hell no, this is just the beginning!" she said, you couldn't see her face but you could absolutely hear the devilish grin. You lightly bonk your head on Fundy's shoulder a few times out of embarrassment which caused him to giggle. Oh. That's so much cuter in person, holy shit.
Sighing, you hear Tommy scream making you snap your head in his direction, Wilbur had him by the wrist, wiggling his keys out of his fingers. Tommy let out a loud laugh as he basically sprinted away from Wilbur to the doors of the airport. âOh, we got outta here faster than I expected....â you mumbled mostly to yourself, watching Tommy fling the door open at full force and quickly close behind him.
âIt was probably longer than you think, you were just too distracted by a certain Dutch to realize it.â Wilbur said while he pushed the door open with his shoulder, lingering long enough for the rest of you to walk though.
"Shut your dirty crime mouth, Soot." you say through a groan, you weren't actually mad, of course, but if they were going to be like this this entire trip your pretty sure your just going to stop existing.
Fundy let out a quiet laugh at your behavior before responding to Wilbur, "I don't know, I feel like this is a win for me! I get all of y/n's attention and you called me 'a certain Dutch' instead of other things." he smirked, still laughing a little.
Wilbur snapped his fingers, "Oh yeah! Of course my bad, a certain furry was distracting you y/n!" he said happily, as he directed the group towards his car and Tommy who was basically already there.
"Noooooo!!!" Fundy grumbled as he brought his free hand up to his face.
Tommy stood at the car now, trying to open the front seat door âShut up furry boy, I want pizza!â he shouted, trying the door again.
A mischievous grin crossed your face as you lifted his hand up near your face, "It's okay babe, I love you even though you're a furry!" you teased him, which made him groan.
"No no no no no! Stop it!!" he pulled his hand out of yours, causing you to frown, before he crossed his arms and stopped in the middle of the parking lot "I'm not a furry and you know it y/n!! My own partner for fucks sake." You could tell from his high pitched voice that he was joking but you still felt a twinge of guilt in your stomach
Carefully you grabbed his wrists and tried to pull his hands from his face but he pulled against you, âNoooo, sweetheart Iâm sorry.â You say in a soft voice, now trying to pull his hands away with a good portion of your body weight. âBaaaaabe, please...â you pleaded, you could feel him tense and shuffle his feet to better support your weight, his hands still not moving. âOh, this is just unfair now!â you say exasperated.
Fundy tried to keep his pouting bit up but quickly broke into a laugh, it was the fox esque laugh he normally did, it still makes your heart flutter âUnfair!? Youâre the one supporting, like, all your body weight on me!â You giggle as you start to lean down towards the ground more, making him wobble for a second before steadying out.
âHoly SHIT, I was supposed to make it awkward but you guys are doing a fine job on your own! What the fuck guys?!â Tommy complained. You turned his way to see him grumpily crawling into the back seat of Wilburâs car, âNow stop being in love, itâs gross and I want pizza!â He shouted as he slammed his door.
You immediately let go of Fundy, almost stumbling to the ground out of embarrassment, âListen! In my defense this is the first time Iâm meeting my boyfriend! I feel like this is warranted.â you said as you got up and made your way over to the car.
âY/n youâre gonna have to sit in the middle seat, Iâm pretty sure the other two tall bastards would die if they sat there.â Wilbur said as he checked everything up at the front.
You shuffled into the middle seat, trying your best to not get into Tommy's bubble too much as Fundy sat down next to you. The drive was relatively short, only about ten minutes, and he felt even shorter when you absentmindedly cuddled into Fundy. He happily wrapped an arm around you as he rested his head on yours.
Tommy tried to complain about being stuck in the back with you two but Wilbur derailed him and got him to go on about their trip to an arcade yesterday. If youâre honest you werenât paying attention at all but he seemed very excited about his vlog guns and you were glad he was having fun. Sighing, you lean into Fundy just a little more and he hummed quietly, if the car ride was any longer youâre pretty sure you both would have fallen asleep like that.
When Wilbur pulled the car to a stop you both begrudgingly leaned up from each other and everyone filed out of the car. Quickly you guys made your way into the restaurant, you and Fundy ordered your pizza first, just a simple medium where it was half his favorite and half yours. After they handed you your table marker you went and sat down, you and Fundy had your own both while Niki and Wilbur had one near and Tommy sat at a table by himself.
Fundy looked at the table marker in disbelief, âOH- Y/n, y/n. Holy shit, look at what table number we have.â he looks at you, quite literally making the pog face at you, which makes you giggle.
âWhat is it?â you ask, trying to push your giggles down as he showed you the table marker, it was bright yellow and had 69 written on it, âYOOOOOOOOO!â you said much louder than you meant to, making him break out laughing.
âGuys- Guys, you need to see this.â Fundy insisted as he turned towards the rest of the group, presenting the 69 table marker. Everyone fell into a heavy giggle fit, laughing more at anotherâs laugh causing a laughing feedback loop.
You bang a fist on the table a few times, struggling to breath, why were you laughing so hard? You had no idea, but man, the serotonin it gave you was wonderful. Eventually you all calmed down, the other three going back to their conversation while you and Fundy finally calm down. Silence grew between you two, it was comfortable but youâd be lying if you didnât want an excuse to hear your boyfriendâs voice. You dig into your mind, looking for a conversation topic for a few moments before finally finding one. "So how was the plane?" you ask him, absentmindedly putting your hand on the table to tap some random tune.
His eyes flicked to your hand, smiling a little as he recognized the tune, one of Wilbur's songs, "Terrible if I'm honest, I'm unbelievably exhausted but it's okay. I'm here with you so it doesn't bother me at all." he said softly, his eyes full of love.
Blush creeped onto your face, something about him prioritizing you always made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Before you could reply Tommy spoke up from his table, "That is the worst and cheesiest shit you could have said, you fuckinâ Simp." he was deadpanned for about two seconds before he cracked up in his bark of a laugh.
"And what about it Child Innit? You couldn't talk to someone you were interested in if you tried." Fundy retorted but his words lacked any bite to them, still it made you giggle as you heard Tommy sputter. Your friends bickering has always been the funniest and oddly coziest things.
You stop tapping the table and lean over it to lightly smack his shoulder, "Come on that was just uncalled for!" you say though a laugh, which makes him laugh.
Finally your food gets there and you both dig in, it wasn't until you took the first bite that you realized just how hungry you were. Thanks to that, the pizza didn't last long and soon the space was filled with your friend talking again. Wilbur was asking what to do next, since he really didn't have a plan, Niki suggested they go walk around town to find something to do while Tommy suggested that you all go to Wilbur's and watch Hamilton since he hadn't seen it yet.
A little to your surprise, Wilbur agreed with Tommy, mentioning how Fundy looked like he was ready to drop like a bag of cinder blocks and you had to agree with him. So once you all were fully done, Fundy paid for your pizza, Niki insisted on covering all of them but he wouldn't let her. As you all packed up to get back into the car you watched Fundy slip the table marker into his pocket, putting a finger to his lips while you both giggled. Finally, you all piled back into the car and headed to Wilbur's, which was a much shorter drive than you expected, you were much too used to America's commute times for this.
Once you were they're you all followed Wilbur up to his apartment, carefully you pulled your shoes and mask off before flopping down on his couch and getting comfortable. Fundy followed after you like a lost puppy, a little tell tale of when he got tired is that he got clingy, it was undeniably really cute. Once you sat down he sat down next to you and cuddled into you, wrapping an arm around your waist and craning his neck slightly to rest on your shoulder.
You pulled an arm up to ruffle his hair before turning and placing a soft kiss on the top of his head. He just hummed, stifling a yawn. Pulling your arm down, you turn to Niki who sat on the other end of the couch, "So how have you been Niki?" you ask, it's been a while since your last one on one conversation with her.
"Oh I've been okay!" she said happily, her eyes vaguely watching Tommy and Wilbur fight over the TV remote, "Been thinking about getting into art again, I'm not really sure yet though." she continued, trying not to laugh when she saw Wilbur basically sitting on top of Tommy, remote in hand.
A smile spread across your lips as you also tired not to laugh, mostly not to disturb your almost sleeping lover, "Oh really? That's great to hear!" you say as Tommy curses Wilbur out, insisting that he should have just let him pull Hamilton up, "I think you should go for it, especially if it makes you happy! I bet your fans, especially fanartist, would love it." you encourage her, you didn't interact with the Minecraft Youtuber fan community often, but a hunch told you that you were right.
"Maybe, maybe..." she nodded, it was hard to explain but you could tell she seemed at least a little more sure of herself now. By now Wilbur had let Tommy off of the ground as he pressed play on Hamilton. You've never seen the actual musical but you've heard all the songs enough to know them by heart, whether that was a good thing or not you couldn't tell.
Once the musical started playing the Wilbur and Tommy scrambled to the two recliners on either side of Wilbur's couch, getting comfortable for the long show. You frankly didn't watch it all that much, mostly just listening as you closed your eyes and rested your head on Fundy's. All your movements were deliberate, you were being very careful and highly aware just to make sure you didn't jolt him awake. Not that you were sure he was asleep, but you'd rather be safe than sorry.
You basically spoke it into existence because within the next five minutes you notice his breathing even out and the hand on your hip becomes loose, limp even. You silently curse to yourself as you realize just how badly this is going to hurt his neck. After debating with yourself for what you would call way to long you decide to catch Niki's attention, "Psst, Niki, Nikiiiiii," you say quietly, dragging out the second 'i' till she looks over at you, "would you mind if Fundy rested his feet, well legs- heâs fuckinâ tall- his feet would be more on the arm rest- on you? I don't want him to hurt his neck." you say gesturing to him.
She gives you a quick nod and you lightly shake Fundy's shoulder, "Hey baby, lay your head down in my lap, I don't want you hurting your neck." you whisper, he grumbles some but listens to you. Once his head is in your lap he pulls his legs to his chest and seemingly falls back asleep. Noticing this you look up at Niki and shrug, she shrugs back with a soft smile before turning back to the musical.
Carefully you run your hands through his hair and he unconsciously leans into the touch making you smile. He's a lot more fox-like than he'll ever admit but that's okay, he doesn't need to admit it for it to be cute. With your boyfriend much more comfortable you happily turn your attention to the screen, absentmindedly messing with his hair as you sing along to the songs under your breath.
When the musical ended Tommy let out a loud cheer, which caught everyone off guard and definitely made you jump which in turn made Fundy jump awake. âOh shit- What happening?â he asked as he sat up and straightened his legs while rubbing his face.
âYou passed out during one of the best musicals ever, dickhead.â Tommy replied deadpan and all Fundy replied with was a very confused and tired face. Tommy scoffed and looked away, making you laugh, how and why that boy was always so dramatic you donât know but it was undoubtedly entertaining.
Shrugging, Fundy leaned over and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, âHey, babe.â he said, lingering just long enough for you to place a kiss on his cheek back before leaning away again. âSo whatâs the plan now?â he asked, yawning.
âWell, Niki did suggest we walk around and just look for stuff to do, so why donât we do that?â Wilbur asked, âEspecially since now Fundyâs had a nap and all.â he stood up and stretched, groaning quietly.
Fundy followed after him, much to your surprise, and as he stood up he looped his arm in yours and pulled you up with him. You halfheartedly groan but don't stop him, "I'll be honest I've barely seen the ocean, let alone literally any other country." you mostly mumble, processing just how embarrassing that is to say to a bunch of Europeans.
Tommy shot up from his seat, "You've never seen the ocean??" he basically screams, getting a lighthearted smack from Wilbur, "Guys. Guys. We gotta go to the boardwalk, y/n would love it, it's considered-" he faked gagged, "-romantic."
You roll your eyes but don't argue, slightly leaning on Fundy for a few seconds before you lean up and gently place a kiss on his lips. There was a slight second of surprise on his face before it melted into a lovestruck look as he looked down at you. Your heartbeat was in your throat, that is a look you'll never get used to, a look that says you're the only person in his world, or at least the only one right now.
Before you could kiss him again Niki lightly shoulder checked you, oh shit, when did she get up? "Get your shoes on lovebirds." she said, you looked around to see the other three were basically already to go and scramble away from Fundy, your face going bright red.
You quickly make your way to your shoes, pull them on and put your mask on, and open the door for the others. The other three filed out, Wilbur waiting by the door frame and once you shut the door he locked it. âAye, y/n, do you mind if I vlog? Iâm a vlogger now!â Tommy asked as you all made your way to the street, he dramatically dragged out how he said âvloggerâ making you laugh a little harder than you meant to.
âGo for it big man, I donât care if Fundy doesnât.â You reply, threading your fingers in Fundyâs while the group starts walking, Tommy and Wilbur leading the group.
Fundy shrugged, âSince y/nâs okay with it, go crazy.â he agreed, Tommy let out a cheer and shoulder checked Wilbur just to mess with him. You canât help but chuckle, âWhatâs so funny?â Fundy asks.
Waving your free hand you laugh a little more, âOh, just seeing Will and Tommy in person reminded me how I thought they were actually brothers before we all got close.â
He looked at the two in question, squinting his eyes for a couple of seconds before he nodded, âYeah! I see it, they definitely act like it.â he said as they burst out into a Hamilton song, Niki laughing as she joined in. Before you knew it Tommy had pulled out his phone, recording their shenanigans with a bright smile on his face.
It was all really loud and energetic so you and Fundy just quietly watched as the chaos unfolded. Tommy picked random times to start vlogging, catching half conversations and shots of the town. It all felt familiar even though you were the only one who didnât really stream or do youtube, but it reminds you of when you just chill in their streams, mostly in the background to vibe. After a bit of wandering around you all ended up at a little food stand, getting a small snack before you went onto the boardwalk.
Once you all finished your snacks, Tommy started recording again, âI never know what I should record with these things.â he said, turning to look at Wilbur who just shrugged.
âThe trick to making a good vlog is to just record everything, like just go up to people and ask âHey, can I vlog?ââ Wilbur said, talking slightly with his hands.
Tommy groaned, âBut then I look like a dickhead-!â
âNot if you ask!â Wilbur insisted, interrupting the teen. âRecord your feet as you walk and go up to people and ask them random questions.â he continued, you watched the look on Tommyâs face turn mischievous as he turned the camera to Fundy and you.
âHey! Fundy! What do you think of women?â Tommy asked, the phone all too close to Fundy. He stumbled for a slight second before pulling up the 69 table marker, barely holding a straight face as he tried to not laugh. âOh- Oh my god! That is so incredibly offensive. Is that- Is that all women are to you Fundy?â Tommy asked while he cackled, causing everyone else to laugh with him. âSexist Fundy!! Sexist Fundy and his sexist by association partner!â He joked.
That made you lose your mind, something about being sexist by association was the funniest goddamn thing youâd heard all day. You leaned onto Fundy as you struggled to breathe, instinctively you repeated the joke under your breath as you laughed which somehow sent the group into another laughing fit as Tommy tired to move on with the bit.
Eventually you all dropped the bit and happily spent the next two hours just wandering around the boardwalk and talking about whatever came to mind. Around the hour mark NIki had to leave, giving you all light hugs before she left on her own. The other hour was basically Tommyâs podcast, not that you were complaining, it was nice to listen too as the topics naturally jumped between each other and you did make sure to add your input when you felt like it was needed. It wasnât until Tommy had gone on a long ramble about the youtube algorithm that you actually started to tune out. You swung your hand that held Fundyâs with a little bit of force, a smile in your eyes as you looked out at the ocean. âReally pretty, huh?â Fundy asked, knocking you out of your thoughts.
âOh yeah, Iâm so used to fields I never thought oceans would look this pretty...â You say quietly before you turn to Fundy and squeeze his hand in yours, âBut Iâd say you're still the prettiest thing Iâve seen by a long shot!â You whisper to him, your voice soft with adoration as you watch his face go red under his mask.
He quickly looked away from you, ducking his head a little, âThen you should really start investing in mirrors if you think Iâm the prettiest thing.â he replied just as quietly, his voice a little unsteady. It was cute to watch him flirt, how he tended to tiptoe the line of stuttering, rarely looking you in the eyes when he said it.
Your face heats up as you tilt your head, âOh, really?â You ask, âI feel like I nee-â you go to continue before Tommy screams, making you jump and everyone to stop in their tracks. Your head snaps in his direction as his phone starts to ring, which true to his brand his ringtone was able sisters.
The rest of you stayed mostly quiet, absentmindedly you teetered from leg to leg while you tried your best to not eavesdrop on Tommy's conversation. Which was a much harder task than youâd expect, whether Tommy had his call volume all the way up or his dad is where he gets his loud persona from and you could hear his dad say heâd be at Wilburâs to pick him up in a little under an hour. Tommy said okay and quickly hung up, probably to avoid his dad saying anything that embarrassed him which made you chuckle. He swiped at his phone a few times before holding his phone up near his face, âOkay, we gotta finish this vlog up! Wilbur, it was nice hanging out with you and-â He turned the camera to Fundy, laughing at his annoyed look, â-and sad Fundy.â He turned to the sky in front of you guys.
Quickly, Tommy and Wilbur devolved into banter as they ended the vlog and Fundy drags you to a bench on the side of the boardwalk. âTommy was right though,â he says quietly and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you to rest on his shoulder. âthe boardwalk is pretty romantic.â
You giggle as you lean into him more, âAnd youâre pretty cheesy.â
âOh, so you get to call me the prettiest thing youâve ever seen, but I donât get to say that walking on a boardwalk with the love of my life is romantic?â Fundy grumbles but thereâs no bite to it.
âWell yeah! That- Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.â You interrupted yourself, finally processing the words he just said, you bring your hands up to his face and cup it lightly, âFundy- Fundy did you just call me the,â you swallow thickly, itâs not a problem if did, itâs just. You werenât expecting him to care as much as you did already, multiple past relationships had taught you that you fall too hard and too fast for others to keep up, even if they wanted to. âThe love of your life?â your voice drops to a whisper, like you hadnât been dating for five months already and he could reject you right here, right now.
Fundy couldnât help the light chuckle that left him and he brought his free hand to rest on one you had on his face, âOf course,â his eyes soften as he watches shock and blush spread across your face, âI had fallen in love with you the first time I heard your voice and I only fall more everyday.â He rubbed his thumb on your hand, you thought youâd pass out with how your heart soared at the lovestruck look he gave you, âHell, y/n Iâm pretty sure Iâve fallen in love with you more every second of this trip.â he moved to kiss the top of your head before remembering the masks and just resting his face in your hair.
Any and all words had completely dropped out of your head, âI⊠I donât know how to respond to thatâŠ'' You mumbled, moving your hands from his face to wrap your arms around his waist as you bury your face into his body.
He hummed quietly, rubbing your shoulder, âAnd thatâs fine, I already know you love me, donât worry.â he yawned at the end of his sentence, snuggling into you more as he closed his eyes.
âHow are you still tired?â You ask in a mumbe, surprised.
Shrugging, Fundy holds in another yawn, âMaybe you should just stop feeling as comfortable as home does, then maybe I won't be so tired.â He replies, while his words held weight his voice was soft.
Lazily, your gaze fell to the horizon, then to an arguing Wilbur and Tommy, you couldnât hear them but you could assume they were arguing over something trivial. âNever,â you reply quietly, âif feeling like home to you means I get to hold you in my arms, then I never want to change that. I can deal with a clingy sleepy Funs for the rest of my life, frankly I think itâs cute.â you can feel him tense from embarrassment under you.
He quickly relaxes and grumbles and hides his face in your hair more, âIâm going to never be tired again out of spite now.â he said, mumbled by your hair.
You can help but laugh, your entire body bouncing with it as you replied, âYeah, sure love. Whatever you say.â As hard as he tried he canât keep a straight face and he quickly falls into giggling with you. After a bit you both calm down, simply enjoying each other's company while you donât have any of your friends to, albeit lovingly, bully you. Neither of you are really sure how long you sat there, but before you knew it Wilbur was shaking your shoulder.
âGet up lovebirds or the offer to my guest bedroom is void.â He said in a dead tone, if you couldnât see him you possibly would have believed him but his eyes said the opposite.
Sighing, you wiggled your way out of Fundyâs arms and tugged him up with you, intertwining your fingers. âOh nooo! Whatever should we do! Fundy, my love, heâs going to make us sleep outside on this cold Brighton night!â You dramatically lean on him, bringing your hand to your forehead, suppressing a smile as you watched him try not to laugh.
Wilbur smirked as he puffed out his chest and touched it with just his finger tips, âIt is all going to plan! Thy shall perish by sunrise!â his voice sounded like a rich british person making it impossible for any of you to keep a straight face, Fundy was the first to double over in laughter, you and Wilbur followed close behind.
Slowly the wheezing calmed down and you all came back to your senses, wide smiles plastered onto your faces, âWait, did Tommy leave?â You ask, frowning some.
Stretching his arms above his head, Wilbur nodded, âYeah, his dad picked him up while you and Fundy were having your moment on the bench. He didnât wanna interrupt you guys.â he shrugs.
You canât help but grumble, âDamn, I at least wanted to say goodbye to him!â
Reaching over, Wilbur lightly pats your shoulder, âEy, donât take it personally. You know heâs a busy guy, plus you know he cares for you.â
Nodding, you lean into Fundy again as you all silently come to the decision to start walking home. It was nice to listen to Fundy and Wilbur ramble on about things together, going from DreamSMP lore, to Wilbur's new album, to Fundy's new plugins, before looping back to music as Wilbur opened his front door. You didnât really pay attention to what they were saying, just enjoying the noise of their voices.
As you all step in you pull off your shoes and masks, moving into the living room, âYou can play my keyboard if you want Fundy.â You hear Wilbur say, visibly perking up at the idea, which Wilbur noticed, snickering as moved further into his house, âSeems like y/n very interested in the idea of you serenading them with your piano skills.â
Now theyâre both laughing and youâre pretty sure this is where you sign your will and accept your fate. Quietly grumbling, you bury your face in your free hand, âBoth of you shut your ups, I swear to god, Iâll go sleep in the airport.â you threaten, even though youâre all aware thatâs an empty threat.
Fundy just laughs, letting go of your hand to wrap an arm around you âAll you had to do is ask, you know.â you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke which only made you blush more. Stupid cute boyfriend and his cute laugh and smiles and kind touches and- You pull your other hand up to your face and drag them down before pull them back up and through your hair.
You looked at Fundy with a loving but exhausted face, âYouâre going to be the end of me, you know that right?â You say, only a little exasperated, you can still feel the heat on your face.
He smiled at you, it's warn, genuine, as he replied, âThatâs okay, youâll be the end to me tooâ he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Smiling, you snaked your arms around him and pulled him into a kiss as he moved so that his hands so that they rested on your hips. Before you pulled apart you both could hear Wilbur yell something from his bedroom, office? Broffice. Chuckling as you finally did pull apart, Fundy pulled you to the broffice, Wilbur sat in front of his keyboard before noticing you guys and getting up.
He dragged you over with him and sat down, patting the seat for you to sit with him and you did, leaning on him lightly as he played a few short things to get used to the keyboard. It was nice to listen to, the small mistakes made you smile as you watched his hands, âWill, you should tell me where you got this, my keyboard is all wobbly. Makes playing certain songs hell.â he said, starting to play C418 Sweden.
Sighing, you close your eyes, sinking into the music and the warmth of Fundy pressed against you. Fundy switched through songs he knew carefully playing to be sure not to jostle you too much, youâre not sure when it happened but at some point you could hear Wilburâs guitar. Quietly you hummed along while the two played, in the back of your mind all you could think about was doing this more often. Weekly would be nice, just a bunch of your friends get together and you listen to your boyfriend and best friends play.
Before you knew it Fundy was lightly shaking you awake, âBabe, come on, come with me to our room.â He says quietly. You let out a hum, letting him pull you up and along to your shared room. You hear some shuffling and zipping of bags as you halfheartedly try to rub the sleep out of your eyes. âHere, go change out of your jeans, sleeping in those isnât exactly comfortable.â he said softly, shoving a pair of sweats and a t-shirt into your arms. You move over to the bed and set them down before stripping to change, which immediately makes Fundy squeak, âWOAH- Woah- I- Hold on!â Fundy stuttered out as he turned around.
You canât help but giggle as you pull off your shirt, âWhy are you so embarrassed? Youâre my boyfriend, you know?â you tease him as you slide on the shirt he gave you, the first thing you notice is how big it is, had to be one of his shirts.
You watch him bring his hands to his face, you could see how red his ears were from here, âWell, I mean, yeah but Iâm being polite.â He mumbled, ducking his head as he moved his hands to the back of his head.
Pulling off the jeans quickly before slipping on the sweats, you walk over to Fundy and loop your arms around his waist, resting your face on his back. âOkay, Mr. Iâm Very Polite and Nice, Iâm all changed. Itâs time for bed.â You say, tugging him slightly towards the bed. He nodded and pulled himself out of your grasp, headed to the bed as he dragged you along. He flopped down and you soon followed, quickly he shuffled the blanket over you both and pulled you into his chest.
The two of you sat there quietly, relishing in each other's touch as you listened to the otherâs heartbeat. It was almost overwhelming how much Fundy felt like home, how his touches brought a sense of calm you didnât you could get to. It was weird, new, exciting even, in its own way.
Then the fact you were leaving tomorrow hit you like a ton of bricks. Your brain starts to spiral, unconsciously your grip tightens on the front of Fundyâs shirt. You feel like you canât breathe. Your eyes blur as you feel Fundy grab your hand, steadying it- wait when did you start shaking? He rubbed soft circles on it, his other hand felt grounding on your back as you curled into him just ever so slightly more. Two days wasn't enough. One night wasn't enough. You don't know how you're going to breathe now that you've learned what it feels like to actually have him by your side. "It's not fair." you quietly grumble, the words barely comprehensible.
His grip on your shirt tightens as he places a kiss on the top of your head, "I know, I know babe..." his voice was soft as he spoke, "Let's just enjoy it while we have it."
All you can do is nod, your brain too busy trying to memorize what it felt like to have your head tucked under his chin and your arms around his waist. After a couple of cozy silent minutes Fundy started to hum a tune, you couldn't recognize it but you know he's sung it to you before. You could feel the hums in his chest, the scene felt surreal, like every other part of this day. You didnât bother stopping the tears that pricked your eyes.
You fell asleep like that, him humming quietly and rubbing calming circles on your back. Trying your best you committed every touch to memory as you slowly faded into sleep, just barely catching Fundy whispering "I love you, y/n." as you feel into one of the most comfortable rests of your life.
When you woke up your arms and legs were entangled with Fundyâs gangly ones, his face softly tucked into the crook of your neck. You didnât want to move and unless someone had a real good reason you werenât going to. Youâre pretty sure this is what heaven feels like, holding the love of your life close as the sun poked through the half drawn curtains making the whole situation feel all the more unreal. That moment was cut short as Fundy started to wake up, instinctively pulling away from you as he did so. You whine quietly and weakly try to pull him back, after a few seconds he listens and reburies his face in your neck.
The two of you laid there like that for a while, probably around an hour, before you begrudgingly tell him you both should get up. Fundy let out a loud groan as you slipped out of his grasp, you sat up and stretched your arms over your head, looking over at him who now laid with his arms stretched out from his body.
Wait. When did he take his shirt off? Of course you've seen him shirtless before but something about seeing it in person is fundamentally different. It felt so much more, intimate, than before. You hadn't even realized you were staring till Fundy spoke up, a laugh in his words "If your gonna stare might as well touch." his voice was low, still laced with sleep.
"Wh- I- Uh. Well. I mean-" you stutter out, looking away making him laugh more. After a few seconds you look back at him, he didn't move at all, which didn't surprise you. Silently you turn towards him, you glance up at him holding his sleepy gaze as your hand hovered over his waist. He gave you a small encouraging nod and you lightly touched him, his muscles involuntarily tense at your touch, shit your hands were cold werenât they? You internally cringe at yourself but just as quickly as he tensed, he relaxed, letting out a quiet hum as your hand started to warm.
You felt so dumb, looking at Fundy like you were a child seeing fireworks for the first time holding the same hesitation, even as if you could burn yourself or worse, you could hurt him. Of course, you knew you wouldnât hurt him but unfamiliarity and anxiety boiled in your stomach no matter how many times you tried to tell yourself it was okay. Looking up at Fundy you can see his face soften, a smile on his lips as he leaves you to your own devices, not wanting to interrupt whatever process you were creating.
Silently grumbling at the lack of direction and you go to place your other hand on him, only to realize just how weirdly you were positioned. You pulled away from him, earning yourself an eyebrow raise from your boyfriend which you just wave your hand at. Carefully you straddle his hips, earning a soft grunt from him but he doesn't stop you, somehow you manage to just completely blank just how close you are as you continue to run your hands over his chest.
Despite how inherently not innocent the scene looked out of context, in context it was the exact opposite. Your movements were filled with both boundless curiosity as you tried to commit the feeling of his soft, pale skin under your hands and endless hesitation as you tried not to do something wrong. "You know, you are really, really handsome..." you say quietly, it's still hard to believe you're actually able to touch him if you're honest.
Softly you cup his face, leaning down and placing soft kisses all over it, making him quietly giggle. Pecking softly at his lips before you moved on to his jaw, then his neck. It was odd, to get to this point of intimacy without there being some sort of sexual motive threw you off, but it was a much welcomed change of pace. Something about leaving light kisses on the neck and collarbone felt different when it was just reassurances of love.
As you sit up away from him he hums quietly, finally awake enough to really process what's happening. After another minute or so he sat up quickly, knocking you off balance and sending you back towards his legs. Before you hit his legs he grabbed your waist, pulling you close, the situation happened so fast that by the time you realized he was fully awake you were already in his arms, both of you giggling messes. Fundy rested his nose in the crook of your neck, you could feel the smile he wore pressed against your skin.
It was a calm and serene scene, one you hope to have again and again and again when you guys can be together more. While you were lost in thought he smirked as he blew a raspberry on your neck, making you let out a loud laugh, "WH- Wait- Hold on! I! Fu-Fundy, what the f-uck??" you struggled to ask through your laughter as he continued to assault your neck with raspberries, moving in between each one.
You pushed against him, trying and failing to get away from his attack. After multiple failed sentences, giggles, and barks of laughter he finally let you go, his face plastered in a smug but still genuinely happy grin. You wanted to ask him what that was all about but air was not being your friend so you just rested your head in his shoulder, struggling to catch your breath.
"I'm sorry, but after I let you pamper me while I was half asleep I thought I'd just keep the train rolling." he said as if he read your mind, his hands resting comfortably on your hips as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "I couldn't resist your laughter, I love it too much!" he said happily.
You let out a quiet defeated sigh, moving so now your cheek rested on his shoulder, your nose nestled in the crook of his neck. "Did Wilbur have plans for us today?" you ask quietly, part of you wished he did but another part of you is completely okay with laying in bed with Fundy till you needed to go to the airport.
Fundy thought for a moment, fingers tapping lightly on your hips, "No idea, honestly." he finally said, shrugging ever so slightly. "I should probably text him." he pulled one of his hands off of you and leaned to grab his phone off the bedside table. He moved his hand to your lower back and he leaned over you to see his phone. Melting into his touch you let out a quiet hum as you placed a hand over his heart, feeling his heartbeat through your fingertips as he typed away on his phone. You two sat like that for a few minutes before he spoke up, âWilbur said he was gonna go get drinks with Niki, Phil, and Tristin later today, around four pm. Weâre free to join but he also understands if you donât wanna drink before your flight.â
Silently you thought, tapping your fingers lightly on his chest. On one hand it would be nice to chill out with Phil, especially since neither you or Fundy had met with him in person yet. On the other you know you, and if you were hanging around a bunch of people who were drinking youâre going to end up drinking as well. âAs much as I hate to say it, I really donât wanna drink before my flight.â You say sighing, Fundy just nods as he shoots a message back to Wilbur.
âWell since weâre gonna lay in bed all dayâŠâ Fundy started as he turned his body and flopped you both down onto your sides, both of you giggling messes. Carefully you moved your hands from his chest to his face, cupping his cheeks softly. â... You know youâre really, really pretty?â he whispered, grabbing one of your hands and placing a soft kiss on your palm.
You sputter and duck your head, trying to hide the blush on your face. âYou may have told me one or two timesâŠâ You say quietly, mostly as a joke.
His head perks up, âOnly once or twice?â He asked, you chuckle and continue the bit nodding. He gasped as he softly makes you look at him, he holds your face as he gives you a serious look, âYouâre pretty, you are so goddamn pretty, y/n. I every fucking day think about how you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Any time my mind wonders it finds its way to you because- because, you just- y/n you feel like home. Whenever Iâm with you, whether thatâs in person or in some form of call, I feel like I should pinch myself and remind myself that Iâm actually awake.â He stops for a second, taking a few breaths as your face gets redder making him chuckle slightly. âGod- I am so in love with you. I- To quote you from last night: Youâre going to be the end of me, you know that right?â he finishes his spiel.
Youâre on cloud nine. Point blank. âDamn it, how the hell do you always know what to say?â you mumble before you snaked your arms around his neck and connect your lips. It wasnât heated but it was passionate, full of emotions that didnât have proper words but still needed to be communicated. Pulling apart you both were panting, only a few microseconds before you started laughing, âWe are so cheesy, oh my god.â you say quietly through laughter, he joined you with a large smile on his face.
âMaybe we are cheesy, but weâre cheesy together so who cares.â he replied, placing a soft kiss on your nose.
You laughed harder, fingers messing with his hair by the nape of his neck, âYouâre proving my point you fuckinâ nerd!â You basically cackled out, when you looked up the in love look in his eyes almost knocked the breath out of you. You tucked yourself under his chin, hiding your face as a hand still carded through his hair.
You two sat in bed for a few hours, scrolling through different platforms and showing each other funny or cute things. It was nice, cozy even as you fell into a simple routine, every once and a while youâd switch positions and continue with your scrolling. All too soon five pm rolled around and Fundy reluctantly brought it to your attention, âHey love, your flightâs at eight right?â he asked quietly, you two were spooning, you as the little spoon as his chin was tucked over your shoulder.
Groaning, you nodded, âYeah it is.â you say quietly, sinking into his touch more.
It was quiet for a few seconds before he continued, âWe need to get up..â he slowly pulled away from you, making you whine but inevitably listen. Groggily, you make your way to your bag, pulling out a simple t-shirt and jeans. You stripped and Fundy did the same thing as last night, making you chuckle but you donât say anything this time.
Once changed you walk over to him and lean up to give him a kiss on the cheek, âHow mad do you think Wilbur would be if I made us some breakfast? Well, âbreakfastâ.â You asked, making air quotes around the second breakfast.
He hummed, thinking for a second before shrugging, âProbably not at all, but if he does it was my idea.â he said as he turned around and placed a kiss on your forehead, âIâm gonna shower real fast so just come knock on the door when itâs done.â
You nodded and peeled yourself off of him, making your way to the kitchen. You make some simple eggs and toast, not wanting to use too much food from your friends kitchen and when you finished fifteen minutes later Fundy was walking into the kitchen, âAw man, you put a shirt on.â you say in faux disappointment.
He sputtered for a second before shaking his head, âWe are literally about to leave and go out in public.â he said, grabbing one of the plates from the counter as he looked through the drawers for a fork.
Rolling your eyes, you lightly bump his hip with yours when he finally finds the forks, dropping the subject in favor of some comfortable silence while you both ate. Or at least partially comfortable, the fact of the plane ride still hung in the air, uncommented on but there. Fundy finished before you, placing his plate in the sink and giving you a kiss on the top of your head before heading into the guest bedroom. A few minutes later you finished your own food and you washed the dishes that you guys used, eyes falling to the stove clock: 6:30 pm. Sighing, you placed the dishes into the strainer and made your way to the guest room, âFuuuns,â you whine more than really say, âwe probably should go soon, since I wanna still say bye to Wilbur.â
He jumps at the sound of your voice, zipping up the bag in his hands on instinct, âOh- Hey y/n!â he said quickly.
You walk over and lean on him as you look at your bag in his hands, âWhatcha up to, big man?â you asked, grabbing the bag from him.
âOh I just, I wanted to give you something but I thought itâd be better for you to find it when you got homeâŠâ he said as you opened your bag up, smiling as you see one of his hoodies folded on the top, âI was just gonna give you one of my hoodies but it didnât feel special enough, soooâŠâ he dragged out his words as you pulled out his iconic hoodie, âI gave you the hoodie.â he finished with a large smile.
Your face goes bright red as you pull it on, it smelled like him, like home, youâre too lost in the gesture to notice when Fundy pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. âYouâre⊠Youâre.â You didnât know what words you were trying to find, you knew he loved this hoodie, he wore it all the time even, it felt weird, both very wrong and very right for you to take it, âAre you sure?â you asked quietly.
âOf course,â He hummed, âwhat better thing to remind you that I love you and that Iâm here for you than my favorite hoodie?â you just stuttered in response and nodded, âPlus you look very cute in my clothes.â he said as he leaned away from you before he pulled you into a kiss, it took you a few seconds to kiss him back, the cogs in your brain fighting between stopping entirely and going twice the speed.
When he pulled away from you, you were breathless, âMan. Iâm going to die without your kisses, what the hellâŠâ You mumbled as you buried your face into his chest.
âNooo, donât die,â he replied dramatically, âif you die then how am I gonna kiss you when you come back?â he jokingly held you tightly, but a small part of you knew it wasnât a joke, that he fully processed just how much heâs going to miss holding you.
You let out a sigh muffled by his chest, âWell, guess Iâll just live forever.â you said quietly, which made him chuckle slightly. You know itâs a joke but if you could find a way, you would. Just for Fundy. After a few seconds you reluctantly pulled yourself out of his grasp, zipping up the large hoodie before putting the backpack on.
Fundy let out a sigh as he patted his pockets, âWilburâs letting me drive you to the airport using his car.â He said as he pulled out Wilburâs keys, showing them to you.
You nodded before you cupped his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips, âI love you so, so, so goddamn much, Fundy.â you whispered, placing your forehead on his.
âI love you too, y/n. And the distance between us doesnât change that in the slightest.â he whispered back, his voice slightly shook as he spoke which made your heart hurt. Slowly he pulled away from you, grabbing your hand with his as he dragged you to the door, you both slipped on your shoes and masks before heading out to the car.
The car ride to the pub Wilbur was at with Phil and Kristin was quiet, not a bad quiet but quiet nonetheless. The radio played soft classical music as Fundy carefully drove the car through the town, you canât tell if youâre surprised by that being Wilburâs default station or not. Once you guys got there you quickly got out of the car, telling Fundy youâll be back soon as you ran in and told Wilbur goodbye. It wasnât all that much, you gave him a hug and promised to text him once your plane landed to let him know you were safe. You quickly said hi to Phil and Kristin, apologizing that you couldnât stay longer, which they brushed off, saying that thereâll always be another time.
By the time you and Fundy were finally on your way to the airport it was a quarter past seven, the drive there was viscerally different than the drive to say bye to Wilbur. He drove with one hand, his free one resting carefully in yourâs as he rubbed the back of it with his thumb. The silence was almost oppressive as you sat there but neither of you knew what to say, so you both stayed quiet. The silence stretched on into the airport, it was odd but somehow fitting. It was the first time neither of you could really bring yourself to break the silence.
Fundy eventually did, though. After you had made it through security, you two sat down on the benches waiting for them to call your flight number. It started with a laugh, a sad one, followed by a quiet apology, âIâm sorry I havenât said anything y/nâŠâ He basically said to himself, youâre pretty sure if you had even an ounce less of self control youâd start crying right then.
Carefully, you cupped his face, a sad smile in your eyes, âDonât worry love. Trust me, I understand.â you replied as you rubbed your thumbs over his cheek bones. He silently nodded, wrapping his arms around your torso as he pulled you close. You moved your hands from his face and wrapped your arms around his neck, âItâll be fine, just like Phil said to me in the pub today, âthereâll always be another time.â Iâll visit again when this is all over, next time for longer.â You promise him, voice hushed so that only you two can hear it.
âYeah, yeah. Of course, next time.â he said, it was so soft, as if he said it too loud something would curse against it. The two of you sat like that for a few minutes, enjoying the last time youâd hold each other for at least a long while. All too soon they called for your plane and reluctantly you pulled away from him. Quickly he pulled down his mask, looking at you for a long second before you do the same, softly he connected your lips, it was a slow and desperate kiss. One that knew you had to leave but so strongly wish you didnât that you could have mistaken it for tangible.
When you pull apart, you smile at him, pressing a light kiss on his cheek before standing up, âIâll see you soon, yeah?â you ask, fixing your mask.
He nodded, probably much more aggressively than he meant to, âYeah, definitely.â
#dream smp x reader#dreamsmp x reader#mcyt x reader#fundy x reader#fluff#im so sorry this took so long#my brain just said no <3 and decided i was going to hyperfocus on every other hobby i have#I hope a 11k fic makes up for it#< that tag causes me so much pain bc it said 5k then 7k THEN 10K AND. [head in hands]#oooo you wanna tell me what you thought about this so bad oooooo you wanna give me so much validation /hj
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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 5
Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader (Gender neutral) Rating: T for language and mentions/references to an (emotionally) abusive relationship. Mild, brief violence. Warnings: TW for referenced emotional abuse, mild TW for possible physical abuse (sorry, angry Dani is not 100% gentle with people she doesn't love-love) Notes: Music for this chapter here. If you're following this story and really want to continue reading, but worry about the TWs for this chapter, just send me an anonymous message and I'll write up an alternative version of this post. It's not something I would do without it being requested, but it's also not a big deal so don't feel like you're bothering me if you want that. Previous Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Tocatta
Chapter 5: Poco a Poco (Italian: Little by little)
Finding a schedule for lessons to follow proved to be an insurmountable task. Consistency was something that Daniela struggled with greatly, even when it came to things that she genuinely cared about. Things like ensuring you lived long enough to entertain her. Instead of working with you to find a balance that worked for both of you, the youngest Dimitrescu daughter seemed intent on doing things in her own time. Little by little. Which would have been fine, if the two of you werenât restricted by time.
Fate wasnât entirely unkind, however. There were still a few things that Daniella recalled from her âyouthâ, bits and pieces of musical theory, the bare basics of reading sheet music. Not having to teach her proper posture or the structure of a piano would save you a little bit of time. On top of that, you had been informed that, somewhere in the castle, there were a few books of sheet music you could borrow. Assuming you were eventually able to find them, that is. So far they had eluded you, but you hadnât even had much time to search, as you were still expected to perform your usual Maiden-related tasks.
In the end, it was Daniela herself that proved to be the biggest obstacle in your way.
âLook,â Daniela said one day, barely ten minutes into a lesson, âI think we should take a break⊠maybe have some fun?â One of her hands is resting on top of yours, the other tucking your hair behind your ear. Thereâs a smirk on her lips, unsurprisingly, and sheâs mere inches away from kissing you. If not for the heavy threat hanging over your head, you would have already thrown yourself into her arms. Instead, all you can do is sigh, turning away from her as you do. âDonât be like that, sweet thing. Câmon, no one can hear us right now. Might as well enjoy ourselves.â
âBabe. Darling. Buttercup, honey, cute little button on a bear, you are not the brightest bulb in the lighting department,â you replied, holding the bridge of your nose between two fingers. Instantly Daniela is upset, giving you a (thankfully) playful smack on the arm. Before she can protest more you continue speaking. âYour family would not hear us making out, true, but they would definitely hear us not playing the piano. Iâm pretty sure your mother already thinks Iâm doomed to fail as a teacher, and the last thing I need is to give her a reason to drop the curtains this early into our performance.â
âFirst of all, I am not an idiot,â Daniela said, a bit of a growl to her voice. âSecondly, what harm can a few minutes really do? Donât you think Iâve been working hard enough to earn a little reward?â Now sheâs holding a finger under your chin, lifting it up, making sure youâre looking right at her. Thereâs no dissuading her, it seems, as she leans in for a soft kiss. This was one of the more frustrating aspects of dealing with (courting?) her; communication felt like a one-man play, except the audience was as likely to throw knives as rotten tomatoes. Whenever Daniela acted like this, pushing away your concerns in favor of her pleasure, it felt helpless to try and resist her.
So you kissed back, wrapped your arms around her, and hoped that sheâd be more open to compromise afterwards. At least kissing her was nice. Even though it had only been a week since you first kissed her, she was already getting better, evidently learning through experience. The passion behind her movements had grown as well, leaving you a tad breathless. Regardless of her odd perception of romance, and her insistence that she knew best, you found yourself charmed by her. It was scary. Terrifying, really, how you felt yourself falling under her spell. Wait. Hadnât you been in this sort of situation before?... Staying with someone who wasnât good for you? Why were you kissing her? Why were you starting to tremble, tears in your eyes, mind falling down a slippery slope of memories?
By the time you snap out of it, youâre sitting on the floor, Daniela awkwardly kneeling by your side. What the fuck? You think, sniffling a little. Head spinning, mind reeling, you struggle to form coherent thoughts. Next to you Daniela is unsure of how to help. But sheâs trying, sort of, one hand holding your own, the other gently rubbing your back. Sheâs saying something, the words going right over your head. Understanding her takes times, focus, like tuning an instrument until the pitch is just right.
âI donât understand, we were only kissing, what happened? Can you even hear me? Is this your way of tricking me into not making out with you? Because thatâs a total dick move and-â she rambles, only stopping when you give her hand a soft squeeze. Then sheâs meeting your gaze, looking uncomfortable, shoulders tense. âYouâve been weird for a while. Distant. Like you donât want to touch me anymore. Donât you still love me?â
Thereâs real, honest pain in her eyes when she speaks. If the timing had been different⊠youâd have thrown your arms around her and covered her face in kisses, promising to hold her onto she felt better, promising that yes you cared. You cared so fucking much. But sheâs making you exhausted; every second has to be focused on her, not you. Every moment of concern is flipped around until sheâs the victim, or at least the one that needs comforting. You didnât think that she even realized what she was doing. Well, you hoped that she didnât, wanted to believe that if she understood sheâd change.
âRemember the first day we kissed?... how you pulled me close, and I kissed you harder, and we startedâŠ. Remember how I made a move and you pushed me away? Iâll never forget the look on your face. I felt like shit afterwards. I should have asked before I tried anything,â you explain, letting go of Danielaâs hand so you could pull your knees to your chest. Somehow you canât bring yourself to maintain eye contact with her- not right now, not when you could still remember what it felt like to be on her side of this story. âI donât want to push your boundaries, or make you feel pressured to do something you donât want to do. The last thing Iâd ever want to do is hurt you like that.â
âOh bullshit,â Daniela snarled, shocking you, before getting to her feet. Confusion doesnât begin to describe how you feel in the moment as you watch her pace back and forth. Both her hands are clenched into fists, and sheâs refusing to look at you. Thereâs a buzzing sound in the room, faint but growing louder, like sheâs a split second away from entering swarm mode. âWeâre a couple, arenât we? Shouldnât you be able to tell what I want? Shouldnât it be obvious what I desire, when Iâm pinning you to the wall and shoving my tongue down your throat? What more do you require?â
âHoly shit, Dani, I know communication isnât your forte, but have you really not even considered talking to me? Thatâs simple, easy, literally the first thing that should come to mind!â You snapped, too in disbelief to keep your voice down. For a moment Daniela stops her pacing, turning to stare at you with narrowed eyes. If you werenât so mad, youâd be convinced she was ready to kill you. But she doesnât move to grab her sickle, or otherwise advance on you, instead groaning and tugging on her own hair in frustration.
âBecause thatâs not romantic, genius!â She replied. Some dots start to connect in your mind, but you lack the full context, as if looking at sheet music with no clefs or time signature. Itâs not until Daniela continues that you really understand; and, by extension, realize just how ridiculous this whole mess is. âNone of the books Iâve read involve conversations like this. People just⊠they just love each other! And figure it out as they go along, reading each otherâs body language and facial expressions, inferring what they need to know through touches and reactions. Why canât we do that?â
âThis isnât a fucking book, dumbass! I donât have powers like you, I canât just read your mind and figure out what you want. Thatâs not how relationships work! Communication is key. And you canât just talk, you have to listen, hard, and understand,â you continued, still on the floor, heart pounding so furiously you thought it might leap from your chest at any moment. As angry as you are, you wonder if youâre being too loud, too angry, wonder if there was a better way to get through to Daniela. Before you can think of a solution the air is ripped from your lungs. Your âpartnerâ/student is grabbing you by the front of your shirt, yanking you to your feet. Instinct makes you struggle against her, as useless as it is.
âI. Told. You. Iâm not an idiot!â Her free hand comes up to your face, cupping your cheek for a moment, then pulling away just as fast. When it moves back up sheâs gripping onto her sickle. The sharp edge ends up resting against your neck, the slightest movement threatening to cut you open. This is the most Daniela has ever openly threatened you, and in that moment all your anger melts back into fear, tears spilling down your cheeks. A flicker of something shows in her eyes, making you think that even she doesnât like where this is going. âGive me one reason not to end this right now.â
â... I donât⊠I canât think. I⊠Why would you?â The words leave you in a rush, even with the pauses, and each syllable makes the sickle press into your skin a little more. Thereâs sure to be a cut there, though you canât even begin to estimate how bad it is. The blade is sharp, clearly, and it hardly even hurts as it slices you. Thankfully the sensation doesnât last long. Once youâre done speaking, Danielaâs grip loosens considerably, hand slowly letting your shirt go. Her other hand takes a few seconds to move, but eventually pulls away without any fuss. For a few seconds she just watches you, eyes filled to the brim with a rich sorrow, mouth open but unmoving.
âNo lesson tomorrow. I need a break,â Daniela whispers, barely audible. Then sheâs dusting herself off, no longer looking at you, and heading towards the exit. Just like the first time you met, she pauses in the doorway. âHowâs that for communication, hmm?â When she laughs, itâs empty, forced. Part of you wants to stop her and ask if sheâs okay.
Instead, you watch her leave, unspoken words tangling with your tongue until you almost canât swallow.
Then your feet move, automatically, leading you to the piano. You sit down without thinking. You touch the keys without thinking. When you play, you play without thinking. Itâs just a song, the world tells you, and you have no choice but to play. Itâs not just a song, you know this, but you canât think. Canât argue against the personification of your isolation, or the embodiment of your trauma. All you can do is let yourself get lost in the music, softly, recalling lyrics from a forgotten time.
Iâve been running all my life, trying to find a place to hide âThought that I had settled down, but I guess things are changing now Donât make me go, donât make me go Just donât make me go, this feels like home
As soon as the last note fades out you stand, wordlessly, and leave. Your feet carry you down corridor after corridor, past maidens working, some of whom gasp when they see you. But you donât stop, not even when you cross paths with Lady Bela, who eyes you with surprising concern. She doesnât try to stop you, though, and you doubt you would have cared if she had tried. Itâs not until you are within your shared room that you finally stop moving. It is there that you sit, shaking, finally pressing a cloth to your neck. Blood stains the fabric, first in just a few dots, then spreading out. Thereâs not enough to make you fear for your life, but there is enough to make you cry harder. Washing the wound will sting⊠so you donât do that. Soon you will have to return to your work, and the thought puts pressure on your skull, summoning an all-too-familiar migraine.
When you close your eyes, you donât mean to fall asleep, but that is exactly what you do. And when you dream, you do not wish for nightmares. You never do- and fate never denies you their company.
#daniela dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu x reader#resident evil: village#re8 village#big oof in the chat for this one boys#introducing the secondary conflict#don't worry the next one will be happier :)#tw emotional abuse#we learn little hints of the reader's backstory here
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Hello ^^~
May I request Todoroki, Bakugo, Midoriya and Denki's reaction to the readers confession? In which they also have a crush on the reader? đ
hi! yes ofc,, sorry it took so long for me to get back to you! been busy >,<
since itâs so long itâll be under the cut :^
include todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, denki, kirishima :PÂ
might do a pt 3, lmk what characters yall wanna see ^-^
part 2Â has been done
words: 1696
not edited btw i wrote this at 4am lmk if something doesnt make sense and iâll fix it ahhhhhhhhhh
todoroki would be like 0-0 the entire time.
âhey todoroki, wanna go out on a date with me? we could go to the movies or wherever, itâs your choice,â you smiled up at him while he walked beside you, carrying both of your bags of schoolwork and books while he stared off at the road in front of you both.
he had always made an effort to do small, caring things for you. heâd hold the door, carry your books, or walk you home after school among many other things. you didnât think much of it, youâd both been friends for a while, so you figured he was just being kind. no, no that wasnât it.. he was just bad at showing he wanted to be more than just kind. more than just your friend from a while ago.
he was taken aback by your question, and internally cursed at himself for not asking you weeks ago.Â
âum, todoroki?â you softly shook his arm when he seemed to have zoned out on the ground, but your bright smile didnât fade. he adored that from you, he loved how eager you were to spend time with him. to talk with him. to try and learn about him. to do anything at all with him. you were so sweet and understanding, always.Â
âoh, yeah sure,â he nodded at you, glancing down at you from sheer nervousness that youâd be laughing at him. that itâd be a prank.Â
when you picked up on how on the edge he seemed to be, you leaned into him a bit, a goofy attempt at ensuring you wanted to go and it wasnât a forced thing.
âyou know, iâve liked you for a while,â you grinned at him, winking when you saw his eyes quickly flash between content and joy.Â
âme too,â
bakugou would be like ??!??!?!?!?!?!!???!?!!? who???? me??!?!?!?!?!!?? how??!?!?!?!?!?! screaming internally but on the outside like duhhhh
âhey, bakugou, i have a crush on you, by the way,â you whispered in his ear from behind the beanbag chair he was seated in. him and denki were in the middle of a wii tennis match, mina, sero, and kirishima all focusing on it to see who won.
âwhat? fucking dumbass, hold on a sec,â he scoffed when you ran your hair through his hair, ruffling it while he tried batting your hand away with his free one.
he tried to maintain focus on the match, lowkey trying to impress you with him winning. it was difficult, his mind kept drifting off to you and your cute face and your cute- back to the game, heâs gotta win. for you. after what felt like forever, he finally won, then dragged you out of denkiâs dorm.
 âooo sneaky link?â you heard mina giggle, and the three boys that remained in the dorm roared with laughter.
it got louder when bakugou screamed over his shoulder as he took you by the hand away from the dorm, âfuck off, extra, hell no,â
once you were both out of earshot he smirked, âso, you think iâm hot?â he rolled his eyes when you giggled and nodded, and a blush covered both of your faces, âwell, youâre okay, i guess,â
âso whenâs the date?â you smiled at him, chuckling when he pulled out his phone to check his fucking calendar app. such an old man.
after a few seconds, he pulled up a date on his phone and turned it to you. only a week from then.. âfebruary 14,â he winked at you and walked away, not even turning back, âsee you at the dorm, dumbass,â
midoriya would be like â§ââĄââŠ
âall mightâs spot as the top hero will not be easily passed by endeavor, or anyone else. heâs great for many reasons, would you like to hear them?â he only paused for a second, turning his head to see your amused nod before immediately continuing, âwell first of all his quirk is-â
âmidoriya, i wanna date you, if you want,â you interrupted and slowly put a hand on his arm, softly smiling at him.
âhuh?â the small sentence shook him from his ranting, and he turned his entire body to look at you. your cheeks heated from the disoriented stare he gave you. he was that shaken up by something youâd said? âreally?âÂ
âyes, of course. youâre very handsome and very passionate and ve-â
âyeah of course iâll date you, thank you, y/n,â he kissed your forehead before turning back to the school hallway, ignoring the excited giggles of his classmates, âokay, so all mightâs quirk is obvi....â his mind started wandering to how excited he was at the thought of dating you. it was a dream come true. âoh, sorry, so his quirk is obviously very good for hero w-â
âmidoriya, can we go to your dorm after school?â you interrupted him again, smiling sweetly at him. sometimes it was difficult for him to not talk about heroes and all about them all, but you understood and tried helping out with other things.
âoh, of course, sweetie.. hah, can i call you sweetie? or would you prefer just y/n?â he began going on and on about the different things he wanted to call you if you were comfortable, not stopping until you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to both of yours next bell.Â
ugh, calculus.
denki is like oh.? heheheheheheheheÂ
you were sprawled out on your best friendâs bed, laying starfish on your back as you huffed about how frustrated and annoying today was. although you held back the most important part. it was especially frustrating how much you adored him. the good ole denki kaminari. you had these feelings for quite a while, trying your best not to confess. i mean, he was a class flirt, he wouldnât like you back, right?
nah. he hadnât flirted with anyone other than you in months. and you were the only one that didnât pick up on it.Â
âcâmon, y/n, i know you arenât telling the full story. say whatâs on your mind,â denki lightly ran his fingers up and down your right leg. it tickled but not enough to be uncomfortable.Â
âi canât,â you groaned, giggling when he rolled his eyes and persisted, saying no matter what he wouldnât tell anyone.
âif you tell me, iâll give you five bucks, y/n,â he chuckled when you sighed and finally nodded. when you sat up, he turned so you could tell he was listening to what you had to say.
âfine, but only for the money,â you giggled, âi uh.. iâve been interested in you for a really long time now.. but i understand if you don-âÂ
wait what
he kissed you, moving his hand up to cup your cheek. your eyes slowly closed, leaning into his touch.
holy shit he kissed you???
when you were let go, your cheeks felt burning hot.
âdenk-â
he kissed you again, and you melted into it. it felt like fireworks, euphoria filling your body.
âso does this mean you like me back?â you nervously played with your hands, trying your best to disregard the harsh red blush that was thrown on your face.
âwell, duh, took ya long enough,â he chuckled, brushing some of your hair out of your face.
you cried out when you heard the click of his phone camera, and went to hide yourself.
âawe you look so beautiful, y/n. canât wait to brag about you, baby,â he winked at you, typing something into his phone.
later that day you checked snapchat and saw on his private story the photo of you plus a caption, it read,Â
âthey finally realized, big dummy. y/n if you see this, youâre lucky youâre a good kisser ;)â
you shook your head and ran to his dorm, pounding on the door. you were gonna beat him up.
kirishima is a big ole softie duhhh everyone knows this. he best boy, no arguing!!
you sighed as kirishima held you to his chest, the lovely feeling of your growing feelings for him hummed in your chest. you had tried hard to push it back, how would that work out? would he reciprocate? was this only platonic?
âare you alright, y/n?â he whispered into your neck when he heard the sigh, trying to hide the deep red hue on his cheeks from you.
you both had agreed not to catch feelings for each other, fine at first with just cuddles and sweet compliments. no specific ties to the affections, just a way for the both of you to feel loved. an ideal thing to have, except that both of you were slowly breaking the agreement.Â
you both ached for each other, but neither of you wanted to be the first to admit it. it was simply too risky.
ây-yeah, sorry, just thinking,â
âawe, no need to be sorry, pumpkin, whatâs that pretty brain of yours thinking of?â he ran his fingers through your hair, appreciating the shivers of content that had you moving a small bit in his hold.
when you didnât respond, he cocked an eyebrow, wondering if you hadnât heard him or if you just chose to be quiet.
âpebble, whatâre you thinking about?â he asked again, gently running his hand up and down your arm.
too deep in your thoughts to actually comprehend you were saying this out loud and not in your head, you whispered, âi wanna date you, i donât want this to be just platonic. i need to be with you, kiri,â
âoh? you need to?â he smirked, chuckling when your eyes widened as you realized you had actually said that out loud, âwell, if itâs a need.. i can make it happen, of course,â
âw-wait what?â
âyou said you need to be with me, you werenât lying, were you?â you slowly shook your head no, avoiding his gaze that bore into your skin, âletâs do that then, howâs that sound, pumpkin?â
âgood,â you smiled into his chest, trying to move your hand to your arm to pinch you. were you dreaming?
you werenât, this was real.
the man youâd liked for a while liked you back, oh hell yeah.
#mha bakugou#mha x reader#bnha shoto todoroki#shoto todoroki x reader#todoroki x reader#bnha bakugou#bnha fluff#mha todoroki#todoroki x reader fluff#shoto todoroki fluff#kirishima fluff#izuku fluff#bakugou x reader fluff#bakugou fluff#shoto fluff#todoroki fluff#denki fluff#denki imagine#denki x reader#eijiro kirishima x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#mha fluff#todoroki imagine#bakugou imagine#kirishima imagine#deku fluff#deku x reader#m.favs
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Not The One For You
Rodrick x Reader
Warning - Smut (donât be too hard on it )
Summary - Rodrickâs parents donât like you so you are having dinner with them to change their mind
Rodrick Heffley wasn't the brightest kid. It was pretty much universally known. So when you told your friends that you were dating the wannabe rock star. It's not like you two were that different. You liked the same music, both had an alternative style, both of you were older siblings, had families who only saw reasons to be disappointed in you. On the outside you two getting together seemed to make a lot a sense. However there were a lot of differences that your friends decided to focus on. Specifically that you were actually really smart and wanted a life that was normal. Well halfway normal. You were excited to keep the alt style but you wanted an actual job. Granted you were trying to be a mortician but still. You wanted the job, the house, the family and well Rodrick wanted the fame and the glory of being a musician.
"You guys are acting like me dating him now means I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him," You point out, "we are 17.... the only thing we know is that we like each other right now."
"Yeah but it's Rodrick," One of them points out, "he's incapable of taking care of himself. This is gonna be your life."
"Exactly! I mean what if you do end up getting like married?"
"Then I handle it then," You answer, "you are looking way too deep into this. We are just dating."
"Babe you ready?" Rodrick calls over. Â You look back to see him a little bit down the hall from the circle of girls gathered around my locker.
"Of course Rod," You say as you shut the locker leaving your friends behind as you meet your boyfriend. He drapes his arm around you with a big smirk. Moving to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. My friends weren't the only ones who have problems with us. Rodrick's parents also found a lot to not like in our relationship. First of all Rodrick's mother is well- controlling to say the least. She saw another person in his life dressed in chains and all black, so she decided that I was just like the other people he hangs around with. Ignoring all the parts about me that aren't just my style. And whatever feelings about me his dad had all turned negative when Rodrick forgot to lock his bedroom door and his mom walked in.
"How was your day beautiful?" he asks as we head out to his van.
"It was slow- my calc teacher was riding my ass," You tell him, "deadass he wouldn't leave me alone. He sent me to the office for my outfit and they sent me back saying that it wasn't agaisnt dress code- because it isn't. And this mother fucker looks me dead in the eye and says- 'well if you didn't dress like a hooker I'd feel comfortable teaching you' which is like first off what the fuck."
"Thats gross- did you report him to the office?" Rodrick asks, "do I need to kick his ass?"
"I reported him and I called my mom- who by the way apparently is still on the phone with the principal," You say chuckling lightly, "and no you don't have to kick his ass- mostly because if you did.... you wouldn't win."
"Oh I totally could," He says, "I'm strong as hell."
"uH Rodrick babe I love you but he's the football coach and weighs 300 pounds," You say trying to explain it to him, "you'd get crushed. I still love you tho."
"I'm upset- I could kick his ass.... especially if he's being gross to you," Rodrick says. You nod unconvinced.
"How was your day?" You ask him.
"Boring - however I appreciated the pickup lines during history," He says, "it was cute..."
"I was gonna send my tittes but then I remembered your mom still reads your messages," You say smirking.
"Oh I missed out," He says, "think we can make a detour for a quicky in the car?"
"Your mom wants us there early," You remind him, "plus she's still on the fence about us being alone since she caught us in your room." He rolls his eyes lightly as we climb into his van.
"Yeah but let's say we make a detour to the store hookup in the back of the van and then grab some flowers or something for her to make it seem like we stopped for her," Rodrick suggests, "or maybe like a cake or something. To ya know show the peace..."
"Fine but you'd have to be quick," You tell him, "and you better tell me that your van is clean back there. Last time I got pizza in my hair."
"Clean... no it's not clean," He says, "but I brought a blanket and we can like spread it over the back... It'll be  fine..."
"Fine but the second I touch rotting food it's over," You say firmly. He smirks as he changes the course towards the store just up the street. He makes sure to get in the back line of the parking spots taking the furthest one from the store. He climbs in the back first shoving the trash around the back. The finally throws the blanket down across the back.
"Just like imagine rose petals and a bed and shit," He says. It's quite literally the opposite of the romance that I'd prefer but he's a giant punk dumbass so you have no idea why you would of thought this would be any different. Â He sits down and looks at you with a goofy smile. "Malady would you like to join me?" You chuckle before climbing back to join him. The second you get back there he already starts yanking off his shirt. Way too excitedly for his own good. You smile as you move to pull off your layers. Finally as you both get to your underwear he looks at you excitedly. "You're so hot."
"Awe thanks cutie," You say as you climb on his lap moving to meet his lips. His hands fall to your waist. Holding on as you take full control of the situation. You can feel the excitement coursing through him. You chuckle lightly. You move to pull his member free from his boxers. The moving your own underwear to sink down onto his member. He lets out a loud moan as I set the slow pace.
"Mmm you're amazing," He says softly. You chuckle as you quicken the pace. Soft moans filling the car. You can tell you both are moving way more than you thought you would. Anyone on the outside would know automatically what was happening. All you can hope for is no one relaying the information back to Rodrick's mother. "Uhh baby," He moans loudly. You move pulling him into a deep kiss. Feeling the moans through the kiss. You can tell he's not gonna last much longer. You move laying back allowing him to take control. He smirks widely and starts at his assault. The moans filling the van. Echoing off the metal walls. Finally he pulls out. Spilling his load on your legs. "Did you?"
"No not yet," You say slightly annoyed at him finishing before you. He nods pulling your legs on his shoulders. Pulling you towards him. He latches his mouth on your clit trying his best to get you off. He's sloppy. But even the sloppiest technique when your this close could send you way over the edge. Your hand moves over your mouth as you come upon. Stifling the loud moans as you cum. He doesn't stop. He keeps going. Your body feels so good you could scream. He pulls away after a minute catching his breath. Â "Come here," You demand. He complies clearly excited to see you like this. You move getting on your hands and knees. He looks like he's about to scream at the sight. He moves pushing himself in with out warning. Pounding into you as fast as he could.
"Mmmm I love you so much," He groans.
"I love you too Rod but please go faster," You moan. He complies. The van was filled with a pure moaning mess. "Oh Rod I'm gonna cum again." You can barely finish the words as you hit your second orgasm. He pulls out as you simply lay down on the blanket.
"Holy fuck," He says as he lays down beside you.
"Fuck Rodrick," You say softly, "we have to go see your parents after this."
"Yeah I guess we kinda went a little too hard," He says softly, "and we still have to actually get flowers or something."
"Ughh think you can manage that?" You ask, "I'm gonna go get cleaned up."
"Yeah what kind?" He asks.
"I don't care get something thats pretty but not a million dollars," You say as you sit up pulling your underwear back on. He nods as he follows suit in pulling on his own clothes. Once you both are fully dressed you climb out of the van. He takes your hand genteelly.
"You're beautiful you know that," He says smiling at you. You move pecking his cheek.
"Thanks Rod."
Once inside the store the two of you split up. You head to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Fixing you makeup and hair. Trying to make the whole thing less obvious. You meet him back at the entrance. He's holding two sets of flowers.
"Rodrick I know you're bad at math but I know you can at least count to thirty," You say chuckling.
"Actually I got these daisies for my mom," He says, "and these roses are for you." He hands the bouquet over to you. You take them with a big grateful smile. Moving in to pull him into a quick kiss. As you pull back he moves draping his arm around your shoulders. "Come on beautiful." As you both make your way to his van you can't help but smile. Sure he's not the most romantic boyfriend- he did just fuck you in the back of his disgusting van and instead of cleaning it to do so he threw a blanket over rotting food and old condoms. But the small gestures like the roses and the compliments. Really just prove that he's not as bad of a boyfriend as everyone thinks he is.
It doesn't take us long for you guys to reach his house. He holds your hand as he leads you both into the house.
"Rodrick is that you?" His mom calls.
"Yeah mom!" Rodrick yells back. His mom moves from the kitchen over to the doorway. She looks over us.
"Rodrick it is a 5 minute drive from the school to the house why did it take you almost an hour?" She asks him clearly not happy with you both. You smile nervously as you hand her the flowers. This dinner was my chance to fix the fact his parents didn't like me. And getting railed by their son right before this interaction was very much hurting my chances of this going well.
"We had to go to my mom's shop real quick then we picked up these flowers," You tell her, "sorry my fault. My mom wanted me to bring her a coffee." Her expression softens.
"Awe well thank you," She says, "how was your day Y/n?"
"Oh it was good," You tell her, "very productive."
"That's good! Here come with me I want you to taste this sauce for the pasta," She says brightly, "it's a new recipe." She starts moving off to the kitchen. Rodrick gives you a slightly impressed look before leading you both into the kitchen.
The rest of the dinner actually goes really well. Rodrick's mother despite her reserves after catching you and Rodrick seems to finally have forgiven you. Letting go of the stupid blame she had for you "corrupting her son" or whatever garbage she went on about.
"I hope Rodrick is being a gentleman," Mrs. Heffley says to you.
"Oh he is," You tell her, "he got me roses today. And he's always opening doors for me. Making sure to sent me good morning texts. He's actually a really good boyfriend." He smiles at you. You tighten your grip on his hand. She looks pleased with his answer. Greg starts to make a snarky comment but his brother kicks him from under the table. Â
"That's good, I'm proud of you Rodrick," His mother says. His father looks between you and his son. Not completely convinced his son would act like anything other than the slob he knows.
"We are talking about this Rodrick right?" His father asks.
"Yeah actually," You say, "I know it might be hard to believe- I didn't believe it at first."
"What's so hard to believe about it?" Rodrick asks, "she's my girl and I want to make her happy-" The sweet words ending in a loud burp. Both of his parents sigh loudly. You simply chuckle. He looks over to you with a big smile. Then moves pecking your forehead.
"Yeah she's perfect for you Rodrick," Greg says, "anyone who can handle that- you better keep her around."
"Can it nerd," Rodrick says harshly.
"So what are you planning to do after school?" Mrs. Heffley asks you.
"I'm planning to go to school and studying mortuary science," You explain, "Mortician's are a job that's always gonna be there... And it helps that my grandmothers a mortician and is hiring me on her staff when I meet the requirements to join." She nods along to your words.
"Oh so you want a real job," His father says, "hmm Rodrick you could try that some time."
"No thanks old man," Rodrick says, "I'd rather stick something that actually matters. Like music... Not that I think your ambitions don't matter Y/n."
"No I understand," You tell him, "you have your dream and I have mine." You look to his parents. "Real jobs are relative... society is changing and becoming things like musicians and influencers is a lot easier than it was before." His mother chuckles nervously. You know that they have this thing against Rodrick's music. However you also know you want to support your boyfriend way more than you want his parents to like you. "I believe that Rodrick will do great in his music career...."
"Awe thanks babe-"
"If he works for it," You continue, "the music industry is hard and you have to stand out. I'm sure he'll get there but it'll take a lot of work."
"That's well put," His father says.
"She's very insightful," Rodrick says, "right babe?" You chuckle lightly. His mother looks back to you.
"So where is this school your looking at?" She asks you, "is it local? Or are you going away?"
"Oh it's local actually," You explain, "the next town over really but it's like a 20 minute drive." She nods. You give her a soft smile. "It's just a small college. I told Rodrick to check it out. They have a music production course which is apparently really nice."
"I've looked into it," Rodrick says, "and I don't know if school is for me... Considering I barely go when it's free I don't know if I want to pay to skip school all the time."
"You wouldn't be paying for all of it," His dad says, "if you actually go I might help... but you'd have to stay enrolled." Rodrick scoffs.
"School doesn't have to be for you Rod," You say to him, "but it's worth a look ya know. Maybe even a tour. You don't have to decide right now."
"Fine I'll tour it," He says, "we can tour together."
"Did she just get Rodrick to agree to tour a college?" His father asks in disbelief, "this isn't real?"
"Shhh don't say anything he might change his mind," His mother says quietly. Rodrick stabs at his pasta. He takes his last bite and then looks to his parents.
"I'm gonna drive her home," Rodrick says, "we'll probably stop to get something sweet on the way. That good?"
"Yeah of course," His mom says, "it was lovely seeing you Y/n."
"You as well Mrs. and Mr. Heffley, I hope I see you again soon," You say to them.
"Oh well how about you come to Grandpa Heffley's birthday party," Mrs. Heffley offers, "it'll be here and I'm sure the family would love to meet you... And you and Rodrick have been dating for a little bit now so I'm sure they'd love to see more than just the pictures you and Rodrick post online."
"Is that okay with you Rodrick?" You ask him.
"Sure it'll make it a lot less boring," Rodrick says, "can we head out now?"
"Yes Rodrick," His mother says clearly not loving his attitude. You wave to them as you stand. Rodrick leads you both out to his van.
"You sure that it's okay?" You ask, "If you don't want to then I don't have to go."
"It's literally fine," He says as you both get into his van, "honestly if you're there I'll actually have someone who likes me there." He gives you a smile. "I'd love it if you'd go."
"Then I'll go," You tell him, "it's nice that your parents seem to like me again."
"Yeah now I can have you over without my mom making us sit downstairs," Rodrick says, "and I don't have to hear the whole- 'are you sure about y/n?' speeches now." You chuckles.
"That's good," You say, "I love how your parents didn't like me but my mom adores you."
"Oh yeah I know," He says, "not the way I pictured that going honestly. I was afraid your mom would hate me."
"No she loves you!" You exclaim, "she thinks it's good that I'm with someone who likes to have fun... something about how I don't do that enough. And my grandma thinks you're funny."
"You're grandpa doesn't like me," Rodrick points out.
"Yeah well he doesn't really like me either," You add, "he's against anything that's different. I mean he's still harassing my mom about having two kids out of wedlock so there wasn't any hope for you babe."
"Didn't he want you to have like a chasty belt?"
"No he bought me a purity ring," You correct, "I gave it back to him saying that I don't believe in waiting til marriage and he called his priest on me... Ooo if I wear that would your mom like me more?"
"I think after she caught us having sex a thing about being a forever virgin won't really mean much," He says, "even if its a religious thing." You shrug in response.
"I tried," You say, "so whats this sweet thing you want to get on the way to mine?"
"You," He says with a smirk, "your mom home?"
"Not for another hour," You say brightly.
"Good because I think I've still got more in me."
"You're a dog Rodrick."
"And you love it," He says with a smirk.
âI really do.â
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