#but if u ask her she’s like. I’m so fucking blasted right now u don’t even know.

[midwestgender]

if ur writing an ATLA College AU and aang doesnt smoke weed what even is the point

[miley1442111]

hi!!! can you do something with aaron, like a continuation of unfair with the other episode? like reader's drives the ambulance instead of Derek and reader and Aaron have a moment in the hospital?

love your writing, thank youuuuu!!!!

i love these two episodes, yes! thank u for requesting <3

unfair part 2- a.hotchner

a/n: this wasn't intended for a fem or male reader so imagine what you like :)))))))))))))) this is major spoilers for season 3 episode 20 and season 4 episode 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

summary: the bombs started and you need to do something about it.

pairings: aaronhotchner x reader, platonic!BAUteam x reader

warnings: general criminal minds topics, descriptions of harm to reader, harm to others, descriptions of bombings, descriptions of pain, mentions of guns and knives, descriptions of wounds, mentions of hospitals, mentions of scars, mentions of insecurity around scars, mentions of death + more

Part 1

The blast was loud. So fucking loud. You were shot back at least 10 feet? You couldn’t tell. You couldn’t see Aaron, nor could you see Kate. It all happened so quickly. You stood up, looking around for him, for anyone. You stared at the burning car, seeing a figure, when your ears finally focused in. 

“Y/n?! Y/n?!” Aaron screamed. “Kate?! Y/n?!” 

“Aaron?!” You shouted back, limping towards him. His head was cut and he was limping too. 

“Oh god,” he sighed, breath laboured. “You’re alive.” He pulled you close and a piercing pain in your shoulder made you scream and push him off you. “Y/N?!” 

“M-my shoulder,” you whimpered, turning to let him look. 

“Oh god,” he breathed out, low enough that if he wasn’t right behind you, you wouldn’t have heard. 

“Is it- I don’t want to know. Where’s Kate?” you decided. 

“I thought she’d be with you?” 

You stared at each other then started frantically looking around, finally spotting her up the road. 

“Kate!” You screamed. She was awake, bleeding out, but awake. You rushed to her side. “Kate!” 

“Y/n, where’s Aaron?” 

“He’s over there, w-with someone, we’re going to get you help-”

“Why are you bleeding?” 

“We got hit, the blast from the car, we’re getting you help don’t worry- stay with me,” you explained. “Aaron!” you screamed. “We need to find the bleeding!”

Aaron came running over, a boy beside him. “Flip her on her side!”

You did as he asked and found her back a bloody mess. You found the bleed and plugged it with your finger. 

“No one’s coming,” Kate muttered. “Orders. 1st responders are the second wave, remember?”

“Aaron go get someone from that front line now,” you ordered. 

“I can’t leave you here-”

“Now!” You shouted. “Go Aaron!” He ran off, towards the frontline. Derek came back, ready to help.

“What’s going on?” he asked, a hand on your arm. 

 “We’ll need to move her if Aaron can’t get anyone over, Derek, she’ll die if we don't do something.”

You felt helpless, and trapped. Derek got a phone call and picked up. “What?”

You quirked an eyebrow up, a look of startled confusion gracing your face. 

“You’re sure?” he asked. “The kid’s our bomber.”

You wave him off and he starts chasing him down the block. After what felt like hours, someone finally came to help, an ambulance from behind you. The paramedic patched her up with your help, and you opened the ambulance, ready to get the gurney and help Kate. You sat in the back, Kate awake as the paramedic drove.

“Where are we going?” You shouted. 

“Nearest hospital, don’t worry we’ll get to her in time.” 

You started looking around the back as Kate groaned in pain.

“W-what should I give her? I’ve done courses in administering medication, I-I’m certified,” you assured him. 

“Wait ‘till the hospital,” he said calmly. “We’re two minutes out.” 

You nodded, then started looking around for something, for anything. And that's when you saw it. The bomb under the bed. You stifled your gasp as you met a secret service checkpoint. You grabbed a piece of paper from your pocket and a pen and started writing. 

“This hospital is closed, go to Lincoln instead,” the Secret Service Agent explained. 

“I’m SSA Y/l/n, please, she won’t make it to the next hospital!” 

"Credentials?" He asked and you pulled it out of your pocket and he waved you on. You opened the door just enough to shove your note out and you dropped it, praying someone would find it. You stayed with Kate as they brought her into surgery and a nurse came up to you. 

“You need to lie down, follow me-”

“There’s a bomb in this building,” you whispered and she almost screamed but you put a hand against her mouth to stop her. “Start evac,” you flashed your badge and she nodded, you grabbed your gun from your holster and started to try and find the paramedic. Your adrenaline was wearing off and you could feel all of the pain in your shoulder. You looked as much as you could and saw a large piece of shrapnel in your shoulder, you let out a gasp but persevered. You caught sight of him in a long corridor, going towards the elevators. You followed him down to the ambulance, pointing the gun at his head. “Stop what you’re doing.” But the bomb was already online. You pulled the trigger, aiming at his shoulder, immobilising him, then searched him, finding the phone.You pulled out your own phone and tried multiple people on the team, Garcia, Morgan, Rossi, Prentiss, hell, even Hotch despite knowing he wouldn’t answer. The paramedic gained back enough strength to stab you in the leg and make you drop the phone. He grabbed it and started running.  

You called Spencer on your phone, praying he would pick up. 

“Y/n? Are you ok?” he asked, frantic. 

“I had the bomer, I shot him in the shoulder but he got away. The bombs online and he has the phone, get Garcia to block the signals for as long as she can.”

You hung up and mustered all the strength you still had in you and got up, you ripped your shirt and wrapped it around the wound in your leg, adrenaline kicking in once again. You got in the driver’s seat, thankfully the keys were in the ignition and you started the ambulance, then called Garcia. 

“Hey, what can I do?” she asked. 

“Garcia I need you to track the ambulance I’m in,” you said, out of breath. “Then tell me where I can drive where there’s no civilians around.” 

“What are you doing?” she asked, terror clear in her tone.

“My job, now do yours,” you ordered and started driving.

“Head north, floor it, I’ll tell you when to turn,” she sighed. 

As you drove you thought about your life. Living with your family as a child, moving to college, finding your life-long friends, meeting exes, all of your firsts in life, joining the FBI, joining the BAU, meeting all the amazing team, meeting Aaron, meeting Jack just a few months ago, looking at houses with Aaron. 

All of it was so special. 

“How long is left on the signal blocking?” You asked, driving through traffic at dangerous speeds. 

“35 seconds,” Garcia said. “Turn left now!”

You obliged and saw the open green up ahead. You floored it, jumping out the second you drove over grass. The ambulance continued on, exploding around 20 metres away. 

“Y/n?!” Garcia screamed down the line. “Y/n?!”

“Call an ambulance to where I am please, blast happened, I wasn’t in it, I just have fucking shrapnle in my shoulder that I would really like to get out and a stab wound in my thigh that’s being held together with a scrap of my shirt.”

“Ok, headed your way now,” she sighed in relief. 

“I love you Pen,” you sighed, relieved that all this was over, as you sat down on the grass. 

“I’m mad at you,” she sighed and ended the call. You chuckled to yourself as you heard the sirens, then finally allowed yourself to pass out. 

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You woke up in a hospital bed, alone. You pressed the red call button, from the closed window you assumed it was the middle of night. 

“Good morning, or should I say good evening?” she smiled as she walked in. “You have some people to see you, am I allowed to let them in?” You nodded. “No hugs or anything strenuous, you’ll rip your stitches.” You nodded again, showing her you understood. You left and behind her, Aaron, Spencer, Derek, Emily, Penelope, Jj, and Rossi came in. Derek was first to try to hug you but the nurse scolded him. 

“How long was I asleep for?” You asked, your voice hoarse.

“A day,” Spencer answered. 

“Oh. Was Kate ok?” 

“She didn’t make it,” Derek sighed. 

“Shit,” you stated. 

“What you did was really brave,” Jj smiled. “We’re all really proud of you.”

You smiled at her comment but started tearing up. It was an awful experience. You didn’t feel like a hero. You felt like shit. Your body and mind hurt. “Can you… do you guys mind if it’s just me and Aaron for a bit? It’s just a bit much,” you explained and they nodded and left. 

“Honey, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there,” he sighed, pulling a chair up beside you and holding your hand as you started to cry. Every breath brought another wave of pain from your shoulder. He moved to hold you and leaned into his touch, sobbing into his chest. You sat there like that for at least an hour, sobbing until you couldn’t anymore. 

“I fucking hate this job,” you sighed after a long silence. 

“I understand,” he sighed, kissing the top of your head. “Promise me you’ll never do something like this again?” 

“I promise to never be in the fucking field again,” you sighed and he pulled back. 

“You mean that?” 

“Maybe in a while, but I’ll need some time just in the office. I have a psychology degree and 2 phDs I’m sure a department will want me. This job… it takes too much.”

“Ok honey, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that you had to do this.”

“I’m sorry I did this,” you sighed. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Like crap. The wounds and stuff… I’ll be covered in scars,” you mumbled. “You won’t want me then,” you joked, trying to hide the genuine fear you had about this. 

“I’ll always want you,” he smiled, his true genuine answer. 

“You’re just saying that,” you pushed, holding his hand. 

“No I’m not,” he said, seriously. “I love you, all of you. All of you, forever.”

“Promise?” You said.

“Promise,” he kissed you tentatively, careful of your pain and fragility. 

"I just want to get home. Have you called Jack yet?"

"He knows you won't be able for playing for a while. He said he wants to give you a hug."

You chuckled and leaned into Aaron again. You knew that despite the pain, scars, and anything else on the horizon, you’d be ok, you’d be with Aaron, the team, and Jack.

[charcoallbaby]

halloween night

smut!! ghostface mask involved, stalker matt kinda?

i haven’t written in 6 months so bare with me on this!! ty for the people still supporting me i love u. enjoy!

it was a dark, rainy evening in boston massachusetts.

i sat in my dorm, my legs crossed doing my makeup getting ready to go out for the night. it was thursday night meaning the local bar was having 5 dollar drinks and as you can expect most college students will be there. but it wasn’t just any thursday night, it was halloween night.

my roommate frankie was getting ready at her boyfriend aaron’s place. our dorm felt empty, without her loud chatting or her blasting a random pop artist through her speaker. the only noise was me moving around and my playlist which was quietly playing from my phone.

after i got my makeup finished, i grabbed my costume which was basic but sexy, the iconic lara croft.

i ordered my uber, grabbed my things and stuffed them into my bag.

i arrived at the bar, the place was packed with college students dressed up in costumes others just wearing normal outfits.

frankie ran over to me a drink in her hand. “you look so hot oh my god!” “matt is gonna die when he sees you!” “matt’s here?” “not yet but he’s coming, i heard him talking to aaron about it!” “come on let’s get you a drink.” she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the bar.

i got my drink. after awhile i was getting tipsy, i knew i could of ate before i got here but i had homework.

matt hadn’t show up yet thank god, i cannot bare to see my ex boyfriend right now.

it was now deeper into the night. frankie was doing karaoke, slurring her words. aaron was trying to get her off the stage but she really wanted to sing.

i made way over to the bar to get a drink. i looked infront of me to see a guy in a ghostface mask staring at me from the other side of the bar. well i was guessing it was a guy he was tall-ish and had broad shoulders. i looked away and tapped my card against the counter, waiting to be served. god i got so impatient when it comes to getting served at bars.

finally after standing at the bar for 5 minutes i got my drink, i began walking back over to the table where my friends sat before bumping into someone, my drink only spilling a splash of liquid out of the glass.

“fuck sorry!” i looked up. it was a guy in a ghost face mask.“don’t worry about it, it was my fault i wasn’t watching where i was walking,” he mumbled through the mask. “really playing the part with the mask huh?” i stood back. “have to you know it’s halloween and all,” i laughed. “well good acting, you even have the knife?” he put his glove covered hand in the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a plastic silver knife. “wowww that’s impressive i won’t lie,” i looked back up at him. “i’m gonna honest i don’t even like the scream movies that much.”” he spoke. i chuckled. “well i appreciate the honesty.”

i leaned against one of the walls in the packed bar while ghost face guy was talking to me.

“why won’t you take the mask off?” i titled my head, swirling the straw in my drink. the chuckle that escaped his mouth was muffled. “it’s not even 12am yet once it is, i’ll take it off and then you can see who i am.” “just telling myself your really into playing the role.” i finished off the last sip of my drink.

it was awhile later. i was still talking to this ghost face guy. he was nice, flirting with me which i definitely needed.

“can i trust you to hold my drink while i use the restroom?” i asked him. “sure, i’ll wait out here for you.” i nodded my head and opened the door to the single toileted restroom.

there was no way i was gonna go near that drink knowing he had it, i don’t know what this guy looks like but i can’t lie the ghost mask face is turning me on.

after i used the restroom, i unlocked the door and opened it to be pushed back inside and door to be re-locked.

“is everything okay?” i asked ghost face guy. “sorry my ex was out there she was about to harrass me,” he chuckled. “it’s good also you never told me your name,” i crossed my arms. “shit sorry yeah i totally forgot my name is noah,” he cleared his throat.

“well nice to meet you noah, you already know my name though,” i smiled. “mhm, yes i do and honestly you look so fucking good in that costume how are you single?” my cheeks heated up. “well thank you, i’m just focusing on school right now but you know someone named noah might come into my life and change all that,”

what was i saying?? the alcohol had definetly made me more confident, i don’t know what this guy even looks like.

“good to know,” he got closer to me. “you know i would totally take the mask off to kiss you but it’s not 12am yet and i’d be breaking the halloween rules you know? “oh yeah definetly, well there’s other things you can do then just kiss me,” the words slipped out of my mouth. “oh really any suggestions?” his hands snaked around my waist. “maybe you should take those gloves off if you wanna actually do those other things,” “mhm good idea,” he mumbled pulling his hands away and ripping off the gloves. “now i can put these to use can’t i?” his fingers began playing with the button of my shorts, those hands looked familiar, but the lighting in here was really bad.

he didn’t even ask before his fingers were rubbing my clit. a whimper escaped my mouth, i closed my eyes briefly.

he slipped 2 fingers inside me making me moan. “fuck you are soaking, does the mask turn you on yeah?” “i bet it fucking does.” his fingers began pumping in and out of me at a rapid rate. i grabbed the sink behind me, my head against the mirror. i was a moaning mess from this random guy in a ghost face mask. it was the most action i’d gotten since forever well if you consider masturbation action then that was a few hours ago in the shower.

“oh my fuck,” he growled throwing his head back, revealing his neck. the pleasure was overpowering. “n-noah-fuck me!” i choked on my words. “you want it yeah?” he pulled his fingers out of me and slipped them under the mask to taste me. “so fucking sweet.”

he began unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants along with his boxers. he grabbed my shorts pushing them down my legs aswell.

he pumped his cock twice with his hand. “you ready to be fucked by ghost face huh?” he lined himself up with my entrance. i quickly nodded my head before he slammed straight into me making me groan.

“your so wet and tight something i’ve needed all night!” his hands dug into my hips as he pounded into me. “open your legs wider, let me hit that spot.” he spoke. i did as he said and opened my legs wider. seconds later his cock brushed off my g-spot.

a few minutes later i felt my orgasm begging to be released. was this guy i barely knew gonna make me come?

his head was buried in the crook of my neck. “i’m-im“ i could barely finished my sentence as my orgasm came over me. my hand began to pull the back of the mask off. noah was too distracted with being inside me to notice. i pulled the mask up to rest on his head, i still couldn’t see his face. “noah!” i began to pull his face out of my neck to reveal a flustered matt.

my breathing stop and my hands dropped. he was still moving inside me, a few seconds later he processed with what had just happened and immediately stopped. “matt?” it came out as whisper. a smirk grew on his face. “sorry baby i just missed you too much.”

[tloubae]

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Game Night

!Friend Ellie x reader WLW!

TW? alcohol, smoking weed, really slightly spicy

Jackson, a small paradise in a apocalyptic world. There is no space for idiocy, everyone grow faster… but sometimes adolescents, just do adolescents.

In this case Ellie and her friends organized a small game night, so music, alcohol and smoking will be the main things. Ellie is preparing the table, she puts on some games, Jessie Dina and you, take a beer from the cooler bag that Dina brought from home.

Ellie finish to set up all the table, then you guys get set at the coffe table, Dina and Ellie set on the couch on the other hand you and Jesse get two chairs and you set in front of Ellie and Jesse in front of Dina.

“so do we want to start or what?” you asked looking at Ellie smirking at her. “Okay okay” Ellie says starting to distribute the cards. For this game you team with Dina, Jesse and Ellie team up.

The game goes on for a while you and Dina are winning every match, but you started to getting tired, “guys i’m tapping out” you said throwing the cards on the table getting up. “Where are u going?” Ellie asked. “I’m going to roll a joint it’s more difficult that beating your ass” you say getting out from your backpack tabacco, the weed, the cigarette paper and filter; “ah-ha-ah really funny” Ellie says in a teasing way, “can i have a drag?” Dina asks, “everything for u girlfriend” you said in fake loving way.

“Guys why have to smoke weed right now? you know it’s dangerous right?” Jesse says “yes dad we know” you both replies, Ellie laughs.

As long you roll the joint u can feel Ellie’s eyes on you switching from your hands to your tongue when you licked the cigarette paper for closing it.

You light it up and after taking a couple of drags you pass it to Dina. “Move a bit” you say to her so you sit between her and Ellie “i’ll help you… you suck at this” you say looking at Ellie getting your chin up to her shoulder looking at her cards. Ellie stays in silence.

The games proceed and with your help Ellie starts to get the best of the game, “throw down the ace” you say in her ear, almost in a sensual way, you are a bit tipsy and high as fuck, it’s seems like you don’t give a damn about Dina and Jesse sitting there.

Occasionally you touches her cards only like an excuse for touching her hands, Ellie doesn’t seem bothered by it it’s like she is kinda enjoying this.

Soon you all are getting tired of the card game so you decided to turn on the stereo and blasting music all over Ellie’s small place.

During that you and Ellie are sitting next to each other almost embraced, Ellie is getting high as much as you, you both now have redness in your eyes, you guys are keeping teasing each other.

Dina and Jesse seeing the trend of your night decided to leave “guys we are leaving”, you turn and wave at them “byeeee” you said, “can u close the door please?” Ellie asked in a really slowly way, “yeah night guys” Dina says before shouting the door.

Now you and Ellie are left alone. The music continues in background, tension between you two grows and before you can realize it, Ellie pressed her lips on yours. Soon you felt her tongue trying to sneaking into your mouth. Her lips are fleshy but chapped due to the winter cold, as her tongue sneaks into your mouth you can taste on your tongue the taste of beer and weed from Ellie’s mouth mix with your own, closing your eyes you can sense even more her smell, it smelled of musk, citrus fruits (perhaps coming from the bubble bath you gave her on her birthday a year ago), and that purely masculine perfume note that had always characterized her. You can also feel her big hands going up and down to your spine, and the other caring your cheek.

When the breath became shorter, you separated, Ellie greens eyes are pieced, locked on yours, her pupils are bigger and a small hint of blush is on her cheeks. “Sorry i don’t know-” you get closer again and start to kiss her again, the kiss starts to get deeper and deeper again, you two split up again and looking at her you say “shut up”, for getting back to kiss her passionately.

Hi guys! HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

I apologize for despairing AGAIN i’m sooo sorry… i’ll try to get more constant i swear.

Hoping that this is less cringe that last time and i have TO THANK U FOR THE 131 LIKES WHAT THE HECK!!

ILY ALL!! 🧡🧡🧡

As always for eventual mistakes keep in mind that english isn’t my first language!

Also i’m running out of ideas for posts so if u have any request write me and i’ll write it for u! AGAIN TY!! 🧡🧡🧡

[emitheduck]

Mr and Mrs Castle (Frank Castle x Reader) (2/3)

a/n: hope u all enjoy, Part 1 is here if u need it MASTERLIST

The ride in the car was so silent, that the driver must have thought if he were to move a single muscle or make a slight sound, Frank would kill him right there. Meanwhile, in the backseat Frank was so preoccupied with the suit that (Y/n) had sent over that he wouldn’t have even noticed the radio blasting. How she had gotten his correct size, he will never know (and also not really want to know)

The driver was once again silent as they pulled to a stop outside of a large tower of a building. When (Y/n) had said he would get dropped off at her house, he did assume it would be some kind of penthouse living situation, as anyone with money in the city usually lived on the top floors of some kind of huge building that touched the clouds.

“Sorry I’m a little late, I had to make sure everything was situated before I left.” (Y/n) smiled as someone opened the door for her, sliding in the back seat next to Frank. “Would you look at that, you clean up beautifully.” 

“You don’t look too bad yourself. How much did that dress cost you?” He smirked as they started driving, trying his best to not focus on how low cut the dress was. It seemed to sparkle from the lights of the passing city. 

She rolled her eyes as she gave him a once over again. “I’d rather not say. However, it looks like you need some help.” (Y/n) said as she reached up to fix his tie. “I take it this is one of the skills you don’t have?”

Frank tried not to look ashamed, but nodded. “Yeah I guess it wasn’t something I’ve had a lot of practice in. Gave it my best shot though.”

“Yeah it kinda looks like you did it with your eyes closed. But that’s okay, I’m an expert.” (Y/n) told him as she undid the messy knot and got to work on retying it as they pulled up to the venue for the evening. “Not too tight?”

“It’s perfect thank you.” He was trying his best not to look at her. It was something he had taught himself. If you don’t look a pretty girl in the eyes, then it is impossible to fall in love with her. That was almost a true fact as he caught himself looking over at the profile of (Y/n)’s face as she looked down at her phone. Fuck. “So what exactly are we doin’ here tonight?”

She locked her phone and stuffed it inside the clutch she was holding before turning to face him. “This party is going to be filled with important people, more importantly, bad people. I’m just trying to go, slip a few pills into some people's drinks, and then get the hell out of there before I get a gun to my head.”

Frank cocked a brow. “You’re going to kill people?”

“You act like I’ve never done it before.” (Y/n) smirked as the car started to slow as they got closer to the party. “Just because I don’t use my fists to beat people to a pulp, doesn’t mean I haven’t done things.”

“Who are you after?” Frank asked before the car stopped, getting out of his side first so he could go around to the other side; opening the door for (Y/n) and holding her hand as she stepped out. 

She smiled, intertwining her arm with his as they walked inside. “His name is Sergei. He’s a fucking awful man who loves to beat the shit out of people. One of my best guys got in his way, and they found his body in the river by the docks.” She told him while they walked, making sure to keep her voice low so no one around them could hear. “If things get messy, I don’t mind if you start bashing in some skulls.”

Frank’s lip twitched upward into a smirk. “Now that’s something that I think I can do.” He said as they followed the crowd of people who were filing into one grand room. “I don’t think I’ve ever been to the plaza.”

“Remind me to get you a room.” (Y/n) smiled while they weaved through the people to find their seats. There were circular tables everywhere, each table adorned with a large flower centerpiece. This was some kind of charity dinner, and people were walking around with trays of champagne and different foods. “My suite is usually just a call away.”

“You really do surprise me, you know that.” Frank chuckled while they walked around the room. “Don’t know too many people that have an expensive hotel on call.”

The two were about to sit down, but a booming voice interrupted them. “If it isn’t the beautiful (Y/n).” 

She sighed under her breath, but put on a smile as she turned around. “Wilson Fisk, ever the charmer.”

He was about to talk, but clearly lost his train of thought when he noticed Frank at her side. “I must apologize, I didn’t realize you had company this evening.”

“Oh it’s alright Wilson, I just couldn’t hide him forever.” She told him, smiling as she leaned into Frank’s side. “I just couldn’t help myself.” (Y/n) told Fisk, holding out her hand to him.

Fisk was clearly surprised, as was Frank, to see a large ring on her left hand. The diamond sparkled in the light, as did the emeralds that adorned it. “Someone had to make an honest woman out of me, and the courthouse seemed more fitting for us.” She smiled, her hand resting on Frank's chest as she pulled him into a side hug. “It’s Mrs.Castle now.”

“You truly did get a lucky woman.” Fisk smiled slightly, grabbing a champagne flute as it passed. “If you excuse me.” He said, leaving the two. 

Frank was never one to be left speechless, but looking down at her, he couldn’t find the words. He just couldn’t help but stare down at the ring. He didn’t think that part of this plan was faking a marriage. 

“Sorry to throw that on you, just easier to seem off the market. They know I don’t date, and it’s easier to seem like I settled down.” She explained, grabbing her own champagne and handing him a flute. 

“It’s whatever.” Frank shrugged, downing his flute in one quick sip. “Wouldn’t take you for someone who would take a man’s last name.”

She smiled, sipping at her drink. “Oh I’m full of surprises you’ll come to find out.” She told him, looking over at the dance floor. “Come dance with me.”

He sighed, smiling bashfully. “I don’t dance sweetheart, thought you would have known that.” 

“It wasn’t a question.” (Y/n) told him while she grabbed his hand, pulling him to the dance floor. “Just one song, humor me.” She smiled, as the moved together for a slow dance. “I knew the punisher couldn’t resist a pretty girl asking nicely.” 

“You really do surprise me.” He whispered to her while he leaned down, his lips ghosting over her ear. “You have someone watching you. I think he’s going to cut in.”

“I know, that’s why I wanted to dance. Just make sure we can get a quick exit out of here.” She told him, expertly pulling away right as the man came over. 

“May I cut in?” He asked, his hand extended for a dance. This man was clearly Russian, and if there was a guess, this was the man they were after. 

(Y/n) flashed him a smile. “How about a drink? Frank, do you mind?” She asked, not waiting for an answer before she left with the man to go towards the bar.

From where Frank stood, it looked like they were old friends who just ran into each other, having been reunited after a long time. To the naked eye, that’s what they would have looked like. What Frank truly saw was (Y/) gesturing with her hands, and being able to drop a pill into the man’s glass. She then excused herself, and went right to Frank's side. 

“Time to leave?” He questioned, watching her nod silently and grab his hand. This was the first time she had ever looked truly scared, which also was a clear sign that she had pulled off exactly what she wanted to. 

“That should kick in, probably in about 20 minutes. Gives us plenty of time to blame it on someone else at the party.” She said, glancing over as the man was now talking to a different man. “Shows them for killing my fucking men.” 

“I have to give it to you, that was a pretty smooth drop too. I don’t even know if anyone would have noticed it.” Frank smiled as they got into the car that was waiting for them out front. “Where was the pill hidden anyway.”

(Y/n) smiled, holding up her left hand. “Sweetheart, you proposed with it.” She told him, and Frank could faintly see where one of the diamonds was missing on the ring. 

MASTERLIST

[elekinetic]

Sending u asks for plane.

Okay, imagine the party take a trip together and they have to fly.

How does the plane ride go? Like does anyone have plane anxiety, do they eat way too many snacks, etc.

um. we don’t have to talk about how you sent this the LAST time i was on a plane.

OKAY so sticking w my personal headcanon that karen and hopper negotiate government payouts to all of the kids (full college rides, trusts, etc) as reparations for the utter bullshit they’ve been put through (and in exchange for their silence), i think the party takes a group vacation after they graduate high school. their parents are super hesitant to let them out of their sights, but they deserve some fun and dustin has an aunt in florida so it’s not even like they’re gonna be all alone, okay?

getting to indianapolis from hawkins just to get to the airport is a nightmare. the party had a sleepover in the wheelers’ basement so that they could just get up and go the next day, but one crazy movie marathon and two bottles of cheap sparkling wine nancy slipped them later, it is a struggle to pull their asses out of bed. the party has never been particularly punctual, so maybe it takes holly shouting down the stairs and dustin whacking his friends with pillows for them to get a move on. they have to be at the airport in two and a half hours, and it’s a three hour drive. well, usually. lucas climbs in the driver seat of the wheelers’ station wagon (mike: “shouldn’t i drive? it’s my car!” everyone: “NO.”) and races down the indiana highway, pushing 95 in a 70. it’s fine! he’s a great driver, really, and there’s no one out cause it’s five am (jesus christ) and listen as long as NO ONE tells their parents, it’s fine. el insists they blast the radio, and max — who basically pushed mike down the stairs so she could call shotgun (that’s not what happened, asshole! it totally was! guys, c’mon. what? he started it!) — indulges her ever madonna loving whim. will smiles and grooves along while dustin and mike white knuckle grip their seats.

they pull up to the airport and get their luggage checked with like, ten minutes to spare. they get settled into their seats with a sigh of relief, way in the back of the plane. they all sit on the same side of the plane, two sets of three seats right in front of each other. el, max, and lucas sit in the front, with will, mike, and dustin behind them. dustin immediately pulls out a blanket, pillow, sleep mask, and earplugs (“you’re laughing now, but i’m gonna sleep like a goddamn baby while you fuckers whine about neck pain all week.”) and promptly passes out. el and max quiz answers in a teen beat magazine she picked up from a newsstand (“is that really necessary? we’re already late!” el, gravely: “it is the most necessary.”) max idly curls her hand around lucas’ as he flips through an old comic.

will tries to doodle random passengers on the plane, but mike is freaking the fuck out and they haven’t even taken off yet. so, will shuts his sketchbook, props his chin up on his elbow, and asks mike what he thinks of this new campaign concept he heard about. mike starts rambling about how yeah sure, reintroducing mirakil is a cool concept but his motivation makes ZERO sense now that his family is dead and c’mon, lipiria is RIGHT THER—-hey! [max shoves her seat back at the same time dustin elbows him.] he gets so wrapped up in his spiel that he doesn’t even realize they’ve taken off til they’re a quarter into their flight. he’s still super anxious and gets up like three times to walk around the aisle before will makes them switch seats. mike can’t stop bouncing his leg, and his knee is pressed right up against the seat in front of him (because the leg room on this plane is abysmal, and he made sure to let everyone know that when they first sat down). el pops up and turns back to him:

“i understand why you are upset. we are in a very big metal box and are very high up. it does not make sense why we are not falling to our deaths.”

“um, el, i don’t know if that’s helping him—“

“i make things move with my mind, mike. that does not make sense. stop kicking my seat,” she huffs, and plops back down to her seat. mike goes red. will stifles a laugh. max giggles from where she was seemingly asleep on lucas’ shoulder, who’s eyes are twisted shut, asleep.

dustin wakes up just as they touch down in florida. he does not hesitate to share his frustration that they did not save ANY airline peanuts for him. (he refuses to hear them when they tell him that the peanuts weren’t even that good, or when they point out that he has a peanut allergy.)

[inabottlelikelightning]

you are probably so tired of getting asks about yofoe after literal YEARS LOL so i’m so sorry in advance and feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like answering!! I remember you posting a couple snippets of the next chapter about a year ago and was just wondering if you’d be willing to share anything more you have? or if you plan to share it on your own terms? totally fine if not! (also if you’re wondering yes I am the same person who asked back in 2021 and yes I still have yofoe at the top of my bookmarks and reread from time to time just to see how she’s doing because she was a true moment in time for me)

U ARE SO SWEET please do not apologize i am sure it’s every writers dream to be getting lovely asks like this after years ❤️ thank you so much! u know what, i was saving this for a special occasion (the year 2030 when i finally finish this story oopsies) but just for you, because this warmed my heart so much, here u go (mwah):

——

"Good God," Argent mutters. And then, to the hunter fighting him: "If you shoot me in the head right now, you may be entitled to financial compensation."

He seems genuinely disappointed when the man is taken down by one of Kira's electricity strikes.

And then, out of the corner of Liam's eye, a stray bullet. Liam maps out the trajectory, is moving before he even registers it, springing off his back legs, hands going straight for Theo's shoulders, bowling them both over, the only sound exiting his mouth a horrible, strangled yell.

They hit the concrete floor with a thud, and Liam feels the bullet whiz past his head, barely missing them.

"The fuck?" Theo asks, and Liam focuses on him for the first time, all of him, and--

"You're shirtless," Liam blurts. He huffs. "Why are you always shirtless?"

Theo narrows his eyes. "That's why you jumped me?"

Liam realizes, way too late, that he has one hand resting comfortably on each pec. He snatches his hands back, hands burning almost hotter than his face.

"What!?" he splutters. "No! No! No. There was-- you were gonna be-- a bullet!"

"A bullet," Theo repeats, unimpressed.

The fighting spills further into the corridor, Malia having taken possession of Kira's sword while Kira siphons electricity from the building and channels it into blasts. Liam and Theo very nearly avoid being singed, when they catch sight of them.

"Uh," Malia says. "Hey guys."

"'Sup," Theo replies.

Kira clears her throat. "Um," she tries, hands crackling with sparks, "Whatcha doin' there?"

Liam looks down, at Theo's stupidly relaxed shirtless body. He's still straddling him, he realizes.

"This," Liam says, "isn't what it looks like."

Malia's eye twitches. "No one said it looked like anything."

Liam groans. "Okay, but your tone--"

[charmed-asylum]

I just want to say atm I read up to chapter three n my feelings for BITCH ASS ANDY N SHE AINT SHIT SOPHIA HAS NOT CHANGE. Also oooooooh lord knows once I got to pat my head on da side it’s about to go down I mean it.

When I told u I read this whole flashback six times I read this twilight zone episode waiting to be DVR SIX TIMES N STILL lord mmm gotta praise him PRAAAAAAISE HIM no no this COCO BUTTER SMOOTH MAN DIDNT FINGER MY GIRL W HITTIN HER W THE 📰 news. No no nooooooo n he wanna toss the emotion roller coaster in reverse with the I wanted to tell u. Girl girl girlllllllll n it’s HER BEST FRIEND oh noooooo nooo nooo I sang in a destiny child tone more like ex bestie like straight the fuck up tho who bestie gonna do some shit like that like nah Olivia right that wrong and she flaunting that shit oh hell no no NO NOOOOO oh lord I need a second to think 🤔 mmm nope her ass would of been block and I send her a check to go get that head examined bc what in the Grace kelly does she think she doing. Then he gets w the bestie who not her bestie bc if she toss him a thirsty thot ain’t worth my edges thong n he snatch that shit he ain’t man enough for me or n person w a working V Sophia probably got that Barbie done n it’s all plastic down there shit got me mom n a head scarf n robe mad. Andy don’t know like u don’t I hope keeeeeith his bestie bc that only way this smooth operator would understand. All this n only 1st half I’m so mad I could do a podcast on this shit but nah. Sophie is a put a triangle n a circle chic huh why she calling our girl huh for what reason to get a verbal it’s okay bitch shit ur dollar tree ass down now no shit and still with the flaunting U COULD OF PUT ur hand 🖐️ on the phone and whisper I’m on the phone not grab a 📣 and put in on blast u w Andy lord this child is one seated bus special . N he calling her you Andy on some next level shit ahhhhhhh yo Andy. Andyyy wtf mama mama mama put some respect in that shit mmm she nice too nice I be like it’s Ms.BADBITCH thank u person who fuckin birds and rats bc that’s what Sophia ass is. I’m mad I’m writing her name wrong on purpose then he wanna ask about love and a man niggAAAA u lost the opportunity to ever and I say ever say one thing before u even thought about cheating on her back even before u did it and u caught and sniff that STD NASTY 🤮 ASS CATCH A SICKNESS DRAWS Sophie no call blocked then to ask about love and talking to main chic like she ever was the side hoe boy u got me mess up. No oh lord I gotta grab me a rag and a pulpit bc he about to have me talking in tongues

Love 2 Remember | Part 2

Summary: Moving on and having your heart shatter into pieces isn’t easy. You and Andy go way back with each other and now share a daughter together. Now being around Andy and his new girlfriend wasn’t what you expected.

Pairing: ex-boyfriend/baby daddy! Andy Barber x Female Reader

Warnings: flashback, slight smut maybe? idk (+18), cursed words

Author note: Thank you to those people who left a comment it means a lot :) I hope you like it and enjoy reading!

Part 1

Two

Seeing Andy almost all the time was difficult at first but now things change between you two. It was crazy that you two shared a daughter with each other. You did find it weird that he was dating your friend Sophie but eventually you got used to them being a couple.

You and Andy had good times and bad times together. Being around each other and seeing each other wasn’t a problem for both of you anymore. The memory of you and Andy was playing in your head. It was something you kind of blocked out but didn’t at the same time.

It was around in 2020 you were pregnant with his child. You and Andy were on and off at the time. Your relationship with him sometimes is complicated but you two love each other deeply and hard.

Keep reading

[charnelhouse]

HOW DARE U get me into michael myers AND make me realise i’m a monster f*cker via. eddie brock/venom. that should be illegal. ANYWAY… spare some thoughts on venom/eddie? maybe like sleepy morning sex or sumn??

A/N: Eddie Brock x Venom x F!Reader. Rough Sex. Semi-public bathroom sex. DP. BJ. Size Kink. Jealous!Venom. Appearances from other Avengers. This is absolute chaos and I am deeply inspired by how many people wanted to fuck Venom in Venom 2. Justice for making monster fuckers canon in the mcu!

“Stop,” Eddie growls. “She’s not with us anymore.”

“Yes,” Venom hisses. “She is with that small, ugly man with the metal arm.”

“He’s bigger than me.”

“Details,” Venom snaps. “Details that are unimportant! With me - you are huge - you are gargantuan.”

“I doubt she is with any of them...romantically.”

“He touched her butt. I saw it!”

“I’m sure he didn’t. She works with them.”

“I will eat him. I will eat the second and the third with that stupid fur coat.”

“You won’t.”

“I will take the coat for us!”

“Venom. You cannot eat them - they’re the good guys.”

“Then - I will send a very mean letter to HR.”

“Why?”

“If he is her colleague then he should not be touching her butt. Her butt is for us.”

“You need to really take a breather right now.”

“No. Never give up. Never surrender. She wants us back.”

Eddie watches you follow the three other men through the bar. Avengers business, he bets. He recognized two of them - that soldier and the hawk - no wait, the falcon? Whatever. The music is too much for Venom and he is pulsing beneath his skin - wrapping tight around his bones. He didn’t know you’d be here - in Madripoor of all places. This had been for him - another opportunity to do some investigative journalism into the black market that was currently running the city. He liked the break - the freshness of a new location. The wind was hot - the sky remained pregnant with dark clouds and the streets perpetually glimmered with sheets of rain.

It smelled like hothouse flowers and sweat and tangy liquor. The open-air food markets had been ideal for Venom and his unquenchable hunger.

“Perhaps we should kiss her - she likes kisses.”

“That’s assault.”

“We could ask first.”

You smile brightly at the soldier - at the falcon - before you pin the third man with a dubious glare. Still full of sass and vinegar and Eddie had liked that - Venom had liked that. You were powerful and soft and drank the both of them down without a thought - a question. You didn’t run - didn’t cower.

“I’ve seen worse,” you had said against his ear. “I’m a big girl.”

You had pressed your mouth to Eddie’s - parted your lips over his - tongue sliding along the roof of his mouth. “C’mon, Brock,” you purred. “The both of you can take me. I want you to.”

That memory hits him out of nowhere -hits him hard and it must be straight from Venom because he can already feel arousal swilling around his guts - his cock hardening and his symbiote chuckling greedily as he blasts Eddie with even more molten-pornographic images: you spread out before him on the floor of his apartment - you on all fours with the both of them stuffed inside every single one of your holes - you arching against Venom’s tentacles that have you tied to the bed - your strength coiling and restless and grinding inside the shell of your skin. You tug roughly against his black glittering appendages and - impossibly - free yourself from them.

“You got out,” Venom had screeched - stunned.

“So you can catch me,” you had grinned as excitement sizzled champagne warm all within the expanse of his and Venom’s chest.

“Stop it,” Eddie barks as he curls his fingers into fists - as he stabs his blunt nails into his palms. “Stop it -stop it - fucking shit - I don’t want to see that -”

Venom’s voice is outraged - incredulous - as if it is impossible you should be anywhere, but with him - them.

“I do not understand why you are not angrier! They are not allowed to feel the warm, tight -”

“Venom,” he roars. “STOP IT.”

“Eddie?” He hears from somewhere behind him. He closes his eyes - praying that it’s some random acquaintance from SF - anyone fucking else. But when he turns - it’s you as he suspected. Of course - it’s you. You in tight pants and a tighter top that is very unprofessional and then the quick realization that oh you must be undercover and then oh fuck he’s blown it for you.

You have your arms crossed over your chest - your hip jutted out. “What are you doing here, Brock?”

“Oh hi,” he grins with that high-pitched strain he gets when he’s trying not to fall apart or lose his cool. “Hi - wow - you look - you look great. Funny to see you here of all places - are those your friends? They seem-” His eyes dart over your shoulder to the puzzled expressions branded across your partners’ faces. “- very nice - very annoyed, too.”

Your brow furrows.

“I’m - I’m here doing a - a piece on some black market stuff - real DL activity if you - if you know anything or have any tips seeing as you have the government in your pocket? Or is that not a thing anymore with the Accords business?” He swallows. “Just - FYI - I didn’t follow you here like some crazed ex stalker.”

Your lips peel apart - your teeth white and bright as you smile broadly.

She wants us. She is looking very delicious.

“Shut it.”

(Did he say that out loud?)

Her smile widens. “Hi, Venom.”

“Victory! She wants us - wants us right this second - I can smell her. Tell her hi from me - tell her that I’d like to taste her -”

“He says hi,” Eddie manages as he shoves his hands into the pocket of his jeans.

“Just hi?” she asks thoughtfully. “Usually - it’s something far cruder.”

Eddie blinks. “Okay, maybe it was.”

You step closer to him - swaying - gliding - your eyes coaxing and heavy-lidded and then you put your hands on his chest. His heart thumps with Venom’s - fast and fluttering against the curve of your palm. “I missed you,” you murmur - your tongue darting over your lower lip. Venom groans inside him - begins to nudge his veins and flow free as he blossoms within the hard case of Eddie’s body. “I missed you both.”

“You didn’t call,” Eddie mutters and it’s not just him - it’s Venom in his mouth - asking for them. Why why why did you go in the night and just leave a note - a scrawl of text that didn’t mean anything and he had to see your face on a television screen weeks later because The Avengers saved the planet one more time and you didn’t allow him - them - to follow.

She is begging for it - I can sense it between her legs. It is dripping. We must take her - take her now - take her away. We must - we must -

“Can I make it up to you?” you whisper - tilting your head - your face so close that he can count the strokes of your lashes.

“What about your friends?”

You shrug. “It’s their case. They’ll figure it out.”

“Really?”

“They have to go get info from some mob leader or something. I’ll catch up with them later.”

Eddie glances over your head. He must look nervous because you touch his jaw gently - bring his attention back to you. “They literally broke out a war criminal from prison without my knowledge so they can just deal with this little situation all on their own. Their big boys. It’ll be fine.”

Stop being such a twerp, Eddie!! Who cares! Let them rot!

You pat his cheek affectionately. “Plus - I’ve got a big bad Symbiote to come in and save the day if need be.”

She does! Although - I will not save those puny men unless we get a treat in return.

“Okay,” he replies - his fingers trembling as they catch at your waist - your shirt. You smell like jasmine - like the rain-soaked air that sings through the neon lights of this chaotic city. He can savor the spill of sugar from the cocktail you’d been nursing - it sticks to the plush skin around your lips. He peers over you one more time to find the soldier dude and the bird guy and the apparent war criminal staring at you dumbfounded - clearly not aware that you had just asked him - them - to fuck you. They probably don’t even know who he is - what is inside him. If only they did - if only they knew that we could tear them apart - pull them to bits and strings and eat their brains.

“Where?” he asks suddenly - his breath riding his throat. His chest heaving as you thread your fingers through his shorn hair and scratch it just where Venom likes - the symbiote purrs inside his lungs - behind his nose - oh we have missed her - we have missed her - and her soft baby-skin - her plump little cunt - her slick - her come -

“Where?” Eddie rasps - dragging you flush to his body. “Where can - where?”

She grins.

***

It is the both of them at first. Eddie and Venom. Venom and Eddie. You guide them to a bathroom in some lost corner - where the music doesn’t singe their ears - crunch their nervous systems. The walls and floor are red - violent red - reminds them of blood and tissue and viscera and it strengthens Venom’s hunger.

Eddie lifts you onto the sink - rucks your pants down to your ankles. Venom’s tongue finds the slit of your sex - curls right behind the gauzy material of your panties. He laps in a way that makes you buck against him - makes you streak your nails across Eddie’s shoulders - his abdomen. “Oh fuck,” you whine. “Oh - oh shit right there.”

Eddie keeps his thumb to the swollen peak of your clit. He flicks and swirls as Venom sinks his tongue into the clutch of your cunt. Eddie can feel it - feel the salt-touched flex of your fever-warm walls clench and spasm around the meat of Venom’s tongue. He dies for your mewls - your whimpers - the way that Venom can turn you into a puddle - can make you melt.

You come fast as you always do. You grind into them - into Eddie’s fingers and Venom’s seeking mouth. You fall to your knees and pluck at Eddie’s belt - tug and mess with the band off his jeans until you get them down far enough that his cock bobs against your cheek. You wrap your lips around him - taking him to the hilt - taking him all the way. You torture him with the delicious suction of your mouth. Unforgiving. Sopping. Flame-hot. He can feel the head push up against the back of your throat and that must be a gift - a superpower because you don’t even sputter. Your eyes water a little and his hands find your hair and there are the pornographic wet squelching noises of his cock on your tongue - bouncing and echoing off the bathroom tile.

Venom turns - appears behind Eddie - with Eddie. “Good girl,” he says in that low-pitched voice. “Perfect, pretty girl always swallows us so well. Will you try for me - try to take me again.”

You blink up at him - rounded eyes and spit-shine mouth and you release Eddie’s cock with a pop. “Yes,” you gasp. “Yes - Venom - give me it.”

Venom takes over completely - his head punching up against the ceiling - the cock between his legs utterly enormous and fat and glistening. He can make it any way he wants and he likes to challenge you - see how far you will go for him.

He knows it is too much for your mouth, but you try - you can’t even circle your fingers all the way around, but you can press your lips to the sensitive head - you can tease the slit with your tongue - skate your teeth over the vein. He hums with pleasure - his chest rumbling as he pets your hair.

“We missed you,” he husks. “We missed you, little one. You are ours.”

You gurgle around him - drool and gag. There is desperation wrinkling your brow. Sweat beading your hairline. Venom licks it away. It is a sight - to see you on your knees for them - to see you trying to stuff Venom’s impossibly huge cock into your sweet mouth. It does something to him - it churns his gut and makes him nearly find his release.

Look at her. Look. She is frantic for us - wet and hot and sweet and tight and she needs us - needs us - needs us -

He lifts you up into his arms - his claws carefully tracing along the bare skin beneath your shirt. Your tits quivering with your overwhelmed huffs of breath. He knocks his face against your own - his tongue gliding along your jaw. “How do you want it, sweetness? How do you want us?”

“Both,” you plead - shaky and weak with the rising climb of another orgasm. “Both - both inside me.”

Your fingers scramble over his shoulders - his muscles - he twists and unfurls and becomes Eddie once more. He captures your mouth in a hungry kiss - more insistent and panicked and messy than anything else. There is no finesse - no reason or grace because he wants to consume you. He tangles his tongue with your own - slips it over the roof of your mouth - drinks you down until you are panting against his teeth.

Venom returns - Venom combines with Eddie and his black appendages burst from Eddie’s back - tickle and tease you. They rip your shirt down and latch to the pert buds of your nipples - they find your throat and suck marks - brands - ours ours ours -

Eddie’s jeans are gone and he clasps you under your thighs - spreads you open. He drops his hips before driving up - pushing through the mouth of your cunt until he’s balls deep. The band of your panties cuts into the ridge of his length - created an aching pressure. He presses and pushes and goes inch by inch until he hits the end of you. You choke -

“More, Eddie. More - more. Venom.”

“We will fill you up, tasty girl. We will fill all your little holes -”

He breaches your ass with one slimy appendage - not too big - just enough to stretch you impossibly wide. He’s got you half off the sink - balancing you on a knife’s edge. Venom holds you up like it’s nothing - like you are a feather - a cloth-doll. He uses another tentacle to suckle at your clit - to flick in time with each snap of Eddie’s hips. His cock overwhelms you - pulls you apart with fast, blunt strokes. He’s thick - large for a human.

“I know it’s a lot,” Eddie mumbles as he kisses the corner of your mouth - your cheek - your ear. “I know it’s too much, but you can handle it.”

You nod fervently - clutching at his biceps - wrapping your arms around him as you press your face into his neck. Venom’s voice is guttural - possessive - it crashes into you.

“Those other men are nothing,” he growls - deadly and filled with his jealousy. “Can they fuck you like this? Ruin you like this?”

You suck your lower lip between your teeth - unable to answer. You’re gone - eyes rolling and unfocused as you cling to them both. Venom steps back - pulls Eddie with them - leaving you empty and boneless and before you can complain at the loss - he flips you over and forces you against the sink. He grasps your hips and cracks his hand across your ass.

“Answer,” he orders. “Answer or you won’t get anymore.”

You drop your brow against your forearms - your skin is flushed hot to the touch. You grind back against him. “They’re not - they can’t,” you moan - the tickle of a sob. “No one can fuck me like you can - like you both can. No one.”

Damn right. Venom sings it - celebratory and joyful and it reverberates through Eddie’s skull. It’s comical, really. His enthusiasm for you. His softness and want for this girl that is beyond them both.

Venom’s tentacles caress your back - your waist and the curve of your breasts. He teases between your legs - slipping inside before drawing back. He thrusts another slowly into your ass until you accept him - until it goes inside without a hitch. Eddie follows, pushing back into your cunt - his cock scraping across your drenched core - your velvet heat. They don’t go easy on you. They ride you until it hurts - until you bruise beneath their calloused fingers and claws and scream against the back of your hand.

One climax. A second. You are slippery down your thighs - the loud liquid-suck of your cunt and ass accepting them again and again - over and over - their pace too much - too fast - inhuman. They don’t let up - give in -

“We will mark you all over, little one,” Venom praises - soothes. “We will show that you are ours - you are ours and no one else's. The others will see you covered in it - yes - yes - do you hear that - do you hear your delicious cunt fit us - your ass take us - you wet, wet thing - you taste like chocolate -”

[yumjunniie]

“can you teach me” | sim jaeyun

synopsis; virgin!afab!reader wants to try to learn abt sex and always wondered what it feels like so she convinces her best friend! jake as to why he should help her.

warnings; smut (mdni), handjob, fingering, boob play, making out, dirty talk, name calling [princess, good girl,baby] no p in v, spit?

a/n; if there’s any typos or mistakes it’s because none of it proofread or anything or i’m sorry that 😭 but other than that please enjoy n lmk what u think. this will be two parts. mayb 😭

you have been overthinking ur virginity for a long while, maybe too long. you always thought abt what if you never did it right, or what if you jerk them off and you don’t satisfy them. you even thought badly abt ur body, what if your boobies look weird or if your pussy doesn’t look or taste or feel like others. you shared these thoughts to jake your best friend since 5th grade.

you could trust jake w/ anything. sharing your feelings, taking care of you when your sick, letting you cry on his shoulder after you got dumped, blasting music and dancing like crazy ppl. and then you thought ‘maybe i should ask jake to help me.’ honestly to you this was genius, a hot guy friend to help you w/ your dick stroking game. you were definitely asking him when he comes over in a few.

30 minutes pass and you hear jake yell “y/n! i got take out!” “coming!” you run down the stairs and jump into his arms for a hug. “woah i saw you yesterday what’s with the jumping and hit smile?” “i have something to ask you” you chuckled. “okayyy” he says after taking a big bite of his noodles. after like 5 minutes of just downing your food you ask jake. “can you teach me how to have sex?” jake chokes on his food, punching his chest and drinking some water. “what?!” he looked at you as if you were crazy. “do you know what your asking? i cant do that!” “why not?” “y/n we’ve been best friends since the 5th grade” he brought up. “yeah and that gives me more of a reason to do it w/ u, would you want me to give to some dude while i have zero to none experience?” “i mean no but” he sighed.

“pleaseee jakey” you plead as you toy w/ the drawstring of his sweats before moving your hand lower to his thighs. sitting up to your knees and grabbing both sides of his face. you don’t know what got into you, but this was your chance, and you were incredibly horny. kissing his cheeks before giving him a quick peck on the lips. “you’re the only guy i trust to touch me, please? for me?” jake never thought he’d see the day you’d beg for him to touch you. he’s not blind, you’re a very attractive lady. ever since y’all started puberty, he couldn’t help, but to give a few a lot of glances at your tits. he stroked his dick thinking abt how you could take his dick or how your lips look wrapped around it. and the way your playing w/ his drawstring isn’t saving his act right now.

kissing down his honey tanned neck. “please?” “o-ok, i-i’ll do it” he stuttered. “i’ll teach you, but don’t beg like that for right now, your gonna make me cum in my pants.” you jumped in excitement. “where do we start first? can i touch you? should we kiss?“ throwing a bunch of questions at him. ‘she’s rlly excited for this, better not disappoint then’ he thought. “can i kiss you?” you nodded. “no i need you to be verbal w/ me princess” he ordered. god, the moment that pet name slipped out, your stomach wobbled around. “y-yes” your cheeks gone pink. “cute” he whispered before placing his soft plump lips onto yours. he takes the lead as he patiently waits for you to follow him, pulling your head closer, rubbing your forearm, before intertwining his hands into yours.

the kiss gets deeper and the room gets hotter but you guys don’t stop. at this point, you’re straddled on his lap, grinding down his crotch. he pants “fuck.” “ar-are you okay?” concerned it sounded like you hurt him. “n-no it felt good” he looked down at his crotch. he’s so hard it hurts. the tightness compressed in his sweats and briefs is killing him. “i’m going to teach you something now, okay?” you nod. “words baby” he reminded. “yes ok let’s do this” which wasn’t rlly convincing, considering you were fiddling your fingers around. “hey it’s ok i’m right here” jake reassured. you smiled and nodded as jake continued to take off his sweats and briefs.

looking at his dick just caused your pussy to have a tsunami. he wasn’t big but he wasn’t small, girthy tho, and it was actually super pretty to look at. you look into jakes eyes for permission. he nods. you wrapped your hand around him, hearing him gasp at the touch. then you look at him confused bc you don’t know the next step. “here i’ll show you” he says before spitting into his hand and putting onto his dick, rubbing up and down in circular motion. throwing his head back, groaning, and biting his lip as you watched. your underwear felt sticky, you were so wet, and he hasn’t even touched you. “y-you try” he pants.

you spit a bit onto his dick before stroking him up and down in circular motion like he demonstrated before. his chest going up and down as his breathing spiked faster, his eyes fluttering closed, his slight whimpers, and gasps. he looked so sexy like this. “gonna cum oh don’t stop” he moans out. as you went a little faster, white ropes of cum spurts out. you don’t know what got into you but you just had to take the tip of him into your mouth and swallow the last few spurts. jake bucks his hips into your throat at the stimulation, taking his final breathes and pants. “fuck y/n you did so fucking good, but now it’s your turn” he smirks.

he lights pushes you down the sofa. “can i take your clothes off?” he asks. “y-yes” without hesitation, you lift up your hips so he can take off your shorts and underwear. as he throws them somewhere in the house, you take your top and bra off, but still covering yourself a bit. “don’t cover yourself, you look beautiful y/n” he reassures. you drop your hands. “can i touch you?” “yes” your voice is kind of shaky but you still trust jake w/ your body. his hand makes his way to your tits, softly massaging them, making you whimper. his hand travels from your stomach to your pussy. he takes a finger a rubs once against your slick folds, making your legs open more. he barely done anything and you can’t even think straight. toying with your pussy before slowly entering your wet slick.

his finger fucking you deliciously, between your moans to how fucked out you look just from his finger, he couldn’t wait to add another. a long salacious moan exits past your lips as he added another finger, fucking your faster, rubbing your clit with his thumb. the pleasure was so much, your legs were shaking. your hands travel from your tits to jakes wrists gripping them so he doesn’t stop. he bends over to your ear and whispers, “you look so gorgeous like this princess, your gonna cum for me like a good girl right?” you nodded and plead for him to finish you off. “words baby, ask permission to cum for me” he smirks. “please can i cum?” your hand goes up to jakes hair to caress him all the way to his cheek. “please can i cum, i’ve been good” you gasp. “go ahead my love cum for me” he permits. your mind goes blank, everything went black for a second. “are you ok?” you nod and smile. “thank you jake, feels so good” you watch jake clean you up, put your clothes back on you, and then his before you drift off to sleep. “i love you” jake says as he lands a kiss on your forehead before cuddling up next to you.

a/n; thank you guys for reading! hope you enjoyed my first enhypen smut :) many more coming but i need to sleep it’s 1:26 am rn 🧍🏻leave feedback if anything!! also thank you guys for 324 followers seriously i love all you guys!!

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[todoscript]

SEQUEL TO  “don’t forget it”

SYNOPSIS: One week after accidentally blowing you off on your date, Bakugou Katsuki seeks your forgiveness.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

genre: fluff, very little angst

word count: 5.4k+

warnings: none really accept maybe a character sustaining an injury

author’s note: hellooooo this is a very very very late part 2 of my don’t forget it drabble that many people asked for! i hope this lived up to your expectations and was worth the wait!

Since the events that led you to leave Bakugou’s room in a fit of bitterness after attempting to penetrate that thick head of his, he hadn’t been able to speak to you for a week.

It goes without saying he did his best to chase you down the hallway from his room and toward the elevator the moment he realized his faults. But at the stink eye you shot him through the minimizing slit of the elevator doors sliding into place, he knew he had no right to reconcile with you after pulling a stunt like that. Nor did he think you’d want to spare him any more words to begin with. It was clear you were done arguing with him.

“C’mon man, it’s probably best to let her cool down before you try to make up with her,” was the advice Kirishima offered when Bakugou returned to his room, disgruntled as he heavily fell back into his seat next to the desk. He did the bare minimum to acknowledge his friend’s words with a grunt before resuming tutoring the redhead, his method of teaching suddenly harsher than how it began thanks to his soured mood. He lapsed the day away by pounding Kirishima with problems upon problems against that hard noggin of his, both literally and figuratively.

At the very least, Kirishima earned himself a passing grade on their exam as a result of his hard work and their rigorous tutoring sessions. But what followed Bakugou’s and your relationship was still undetermined.

Days later and you were relentless in giving him the cold shoulder.

Bakugou was met with nothing but empty glances and blatant disinterest whenever he crossed your path. It felt like the wall you slotted between him grew another layer at each encounter, your defenses so impenetrable, it could give Kirishima’s quirk a run for its money. He couldn’t so much as utter a word in your direction without you effectively dodging every possible interaction in favor of joining another conversation nearby.

At first, Bakugou shrugged it off, calling your “childish attitude” unwarranted for something he thought was incredibly trivial. In his eyes, it was just an ordinary date at some run-of-the-mill restaurant he just happened to suggest to you because he took a liking to their spicy food. Not like it was some fancy dinner reservation serving caviar on dry toast beside a pretty, city night skyline. To him, it was nothing special.

However, as the week continued to roll by, it became clear to him how much he hurt you due to his selfishness. In a hangout with the Bakusquad, he learned that you apparently told Mina, along with the rest of the girls, everything during one of your girls’ nights. Which included the events prior to your heated argument in Bakugou’s dorm. And Mina, being just as peeved as you were at how Bakugou stood you up that day, had to let the blond know of the damage he’d done.

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“I swear, Bakugou Katsuki, I know you can be an asshole sometimes—”

“Make that all the time,” Sero quietly adds in the middle of Mina’s rant while he lounges backward on Kaminari’s bed. If it wasn’t for his current dilemma, Bakugou would have elbowed him in the back of the head.

“—but this is crossing the line!” she finishes. Her arms are thrown exaggeratedly over her chest. The amber surrounded by the black scleras of her eyes points a beady look at the ash-blond crisscrossed on the floor between Kirishima and Kaminari.

“Poor girl sat there for hours waiting for you, only to find out she got blown off because you couldn’t even properly check your reminders!” She paces back and forth in the room, feet excessively stepping across the floor as she’s engulfed by the emotions she feels for her friend. “What’s worse? She comes back and finds out you’ve been doing your own thing with Kirishima the whole time!”

“Hey! It’s not like we were playing around! We were actually having a very serious study grind, thank you very much,” the redhead immediately clarifies. Though his explanation doesn’t alleviate Bakugou’s case in the slightest, who pounds his palms against the surface of the table they’ve gathered around.

“Look. I fucking get it, Ashido. I screwed up, okay?! Now what the fuck do you want me to do about it?!” he exclaims, anger overpowering his voice, but it does little to deter Mina.

“Fix it, obviously!” she quips back with equal fierceness, leaning in eye level with Bakugou.

“And how do you propose I do that, Raccoon Eyes? Hah?” Repositioning his elbow to rest on the table, he leans his cheek against his hand. “Y/n won’t even let me within five fucking feet in front of her and you still expect me ‘fix this’?”

Despite the situation weighing heavily on his shoulders, no immediate answer is bestowed upon him. That is, except the obnoxiously loud crinkle of a chip bag popping open next to Bakugou that cleaves into the scene like a record scratch. As if unable to read the mood in his own room, Kaminari fishes a chip to throw in his mouth, stirring the awkward silence into tension.

“Wow, Bakugou. I know you’re bad with girls and all, but you really messed up this time,” he remarks. His voice is slightly muffled as he munches his chips, continuing to wrinkle the bag for more. It incites a vein to swell on Bakugou’s forehead. He amasses all the willpower within him not to blast the bag of chips to ash, and the boy alongside it.

“If you dunce faces are just gonna sit here and throw salt in my wound then I’m outta here.”

“No, wait!” Kirishima catches Bakugou’s wrist before he fully lifts himself off the floor. “Come on, Bakugou, I’m sure we can think of something! We just need to put our heads together! Right, guys?” he assures. Finding it hard to deny his friend’s hardened conviction, Bakugou gives Kirishima the benefit of the doubt, albeit with slumped shoulders and a tentative raise of his brow as he slowly sits back down.

“Right! Everyone, let’s get some brainstorming done!” Mina yells encouragingly.

The atmosphere of Kaminari’s room is consumed by moderately thoughtful silence for the next ensuing minutes. A few hums pass, followed by an exchange of contemplative looks as four of the five rack their heads together to uncover a solution. The one in need of help only hunches in his seat, waiting with mild disinterest.

“Oh hey, don’t we have hero training with All Might tomorrow?” Sero is the first to comment, scooting to the edge of the blond’s bed.

“Yeah. So?”

“He said we were going to work on group exercises this time around. You know, teamwork and stuff,” he explains further.

At that, Mina snaps her fingers, the work of a brilliant idea flickering in her head. “Sero, that’s it! Tomorrow, during training, we’ll just form a group together with Y/n! After all, she’ll have to talk to Bakugou if you two are on the same team!” She claps her hands in front of her, her enthusiasm rippling through her body and shown energetically with each raise of her voice. “Then, while the rest of us ‘split up’ to cover more ground, that will be your chance to make everything better with Y/n! It’s genius!”

“You missed one fucking crucial detail, Pinky,” Bakugou gruffs. “That will only work if Y/n doesn’t join another group. The moment she sees I’m on yours, she’s not even going to hesitate making a u-turn.”

“Worry not~ I’ll just text all the girls except Y/n about the plan later and ask them to help sort everyone out!” She solves the problem with relative ease—quick as a click of her phone lighting up and finger sliding open to her messages.

“Uh, another thing though.” Kirishima raises his hand to spare his concern. “All Might says we’ll be splitting into groups of five at most, but there’s already five of us here.”

There’s a brief moment of deadpanning until Mina speaks casually. “Oh, that’s right. Kaminari. Take one for the team and make sure to join another group, ‘kay?” She settles without batting a lash.

Kaminari almost chokes on a mouthful of chips. “H-Huh?! What?! Why me?!!” he sputters.

“Because you’ve been eating chips this entire time and haven’t contributed to anything.”

“Hey, I offered the room, didn’t I?!” He tries justifying but is inevitably rejected by Mina’s wagging finger.

“Ah-ah, no complaints! Besides, it’s only one day of training. If we want this dilemma between Bakugou and Y/n fixed then we all have to play our part, got it?” Mina finalizes with a firm point of her finger nearly grazing the tip of the blond’s nose as he leans back to avoid it, eyebrows scrunched in discontent at the role he’s been reduced to.

“Alllllright!” Kirishima springs from his seat with outstretched arms and tightened fists. “Operation: Get Y/n to Forgive Explosion Boy is underway!”

“Dude, that’s a terrible name!” Sero laughs but rises from the bed to join the redhead’s cheer alongside Mina, the group already in high spirits.

Despite rolling his eyes at their swell of confidence, Bakugou does not object to the state of things. As crazy as it sounds, one could almost decipher the cusp of a grin pulling the seams of his lips as a possible sign he’s actually all for this extravagant little plan. Quite a first for Bakugou, but then again, there’s not much else he can do in this situation except rely on his pack of chumps.

Meanwhile, Kaminari grumbles something beneath the salty grit between his teeth.

“Alright, can you all get out of my room now?”

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The scowl etched on your face carries a strong air of disdain that dampens the mood around your teammates considerably. Well, no one should be surprised. With Bakugou standing across from you, staring into the void of your expression, it’s to be expected that you wouldn’t be happy with this outcome.

No, “unhappy” doesn’t quite do your circumstance justice. You are beyond livid.

You feel your eyebrow twitch as you try quivering your lips to form a tinge of a smile. Unfortunately, all that quickly falls apart when you suddenly recall the disaster of last week, triggered by an accidental glance at Bakugou’s mug.

Trying to simmer down, you release a mental sigh amidst the turmoil boiling inside you.

Okay, maybe you’re over-exaggerating. Maybe you’re still just a bit too bitter for your own good and letting your emotions get to you. But in a class of twenty or some students, how did you end up in a group with the one person you were actively trying to avoid?

The moment All Might gave everyone the go-ahead to form their teams for today’s training exercise, you swiftly made a beeline toward two particular star students. Midoriya and Todoroki.

It was simple really. Your experiences throughout the school year told you Bakugou planned on staying away from his rivals when it came to teamwork, regardless of whether you’re there or not. He’s a competitive ass whose goal is to beat anyone he deems a threat in his climb to be the number one hero. It’s only logical you partner with people he adamantly dislikes to evade him.

Yet it seems fate has other plans for you today. By the time you found yourself pacing over to the two students you had in mind, they’d already gone and picked their own group members, forming teams before you could even ask.

Your nose wrinkles like you’ve taken a whiff of something rancid. Or, to be more specific, something fishy. Hooking an arm around Mina’s elbow, you drag the pink-haired girl off to a corner somewhere while tilting your head back at the three other boys.

“Ex. Cuse. Us.” Your words sound as stiff as cardboard. It comes out in practically a hiss when your eyes cross Bakugou. Once you’re positive you’re out of earshot, you whip your head at Mina.

“Mina, what the hell? When you dragged me over here to form a group with you you didn’t tell me he’d be there,” you groan. Childish and petty as you may sound, you just couldn’t fathom the idea of confronting the boy so soon.

Mina holds her hands out, ready to rationalize the whole ordeal. “C’mon Y/n, this is actually an advantage for us! With us four plus you on our team, we’re sure to knock the rest of the other guys out during training today! I mean we showed pretty good teamwork together at the sports festival, didn’t we?”

Steadying your gaze, you hold a finger below your chin as you slowly buy into the explanation. The reasoning is there. It’s hard to argue against a case like that, fully aware that being on the same team as explosion boy will easily snag good results for you and your party. ‘Cause as much of an arrogant jerk as he is, you have to admit Bakugou Katsuki knows his way around hero action like the back of his grenade gauntlets.

“Besides it’s not like you could avoid him for the entire school year. I mean, you two are in the same class. It was only a matter of time before you had to—”

“I know, Mina,” you interject, not wanting the rest of her sentence about the inevitable fall to your ear. “I just… Agh, you know what I mean!” You ruffle your hands through your hair in confliction, unsure how to piece your thoughts together.

Tilting your head over Mina’s shoulder, you sneak a glimpse at Bakugou, watching him as he’s cast to the side with the others. He’s fending himself from Kirishima and Sero’s combined jokes, that usual look on his face sending glares at the two and yelling something you could almost pick up on if you honed your ears a bit more. Surprisingly, when his eyes meet yours for a split second, he stands there looking nonchalant again. Both of you immediately avert your gazes.

Mina pats your shoulder, bringing you back to the conversation at hand. “I know, I know, but after this, I’m sure you can go back to ignoring his ass. After all, it’s just one training exercise, right?” she says. As her words deliver some relief to your ill-timed situation, you give in with a sigh.

Unbeknownst to you, turning your back to Mina and striding toward the rest of your teammates again, you miss the small glint in her yellow eyes, along with the subtle gestures she aims at the three boys, waving her pointed thumbs over your head secretively.

“So I take it you’re on the team with us, Y/n?” Sero asks when the two of you return. You nod in reply and the boy flashes his pearly whites in a wide grin that Kirishima mirrors. He nudges Bakugou at his sides which you subtly catch in the far corner of your eye.

You raise a brow suspiciously at their fidgeting, wondering why having you on their team warrants such enthusiasm, but you’re thankful for their energy at least. Someone has to lift the atmosphere for this not to be a complete drag and Bakugou surely isn’t going to be the mood maker of the group.

The blond scoffs. “Yeah, well, if you dumbasses are going to form a team with me, you’ll follow under my leadership, got it?”

The three readily agree. Though you roll your eyes, you don’t challenge his position, considering no one else is that much up to the task as he is. You’ll simply have to deal with the fact that you’re forced to tread through the day under his leadership. So with no objections, the five of you walk back to the class, gathering around the entrance of today’s battlefield.

Jumping into the activity, All Might goes about explaining today’s lesson to the four sets of teams—consisting of a group exercise to heighten teamwork. The name of the game? Capture the flag.

In short, each team will be split off into different sections of the labyrinth where their assigned flag is stationed. The objective is to not only protect your flag from being stolen but also try and steal an opposing team’s flag from their base and escort it safely to your home field. Nice and simple.

Not long after All Might’s explanation, the gate to the training grounds opens and you all scatter off into your teams, navigating through the twists of the maze to locate your flags. Once your group situated themselves onto your home base, you assemble in a huddle to devise a strategy before the game starts.

“So what’s the plan?” Kirishima asks, eyes darting around his teammates until they rest on Bakugou—the team leader. The ash-blond crosses his arms, a confident sneer plastered on his face as he’s already thought of his plan of action the moment All Might announced the mission.

“Easy. I’m going straight to the front-lines to swipe one of those dumbasses’ flags. You lot are gonna stay here and guard ours until I come back.” He delivers the strategy in a matter-of-fact tone that you quickly don’t take a liking to. Your fist curls in irritation.

“What kind of a plan is that?” you question audaciously, your voice louder than you intended. “So you’re just going to do all the work while we sit around and wait for you?”

Bakugou grits his teeth, leaning further into the huddle to direct his senseless logic. “Look, it’s the fastest and most surefire way to snag our victory without sacrificing anyone,” he says. Playing over his words again, he finds it surprising he even chooses to offer his reasoning. Because if it were anyone other than you he was arguing with, he’s certain he’d leave it at that.

Knowing the current tension between you was a result of his misjudgment, it feels only right for Bakugou to make an effort in communication. He ignores the antsy expressions belonging to the others who signal from behind you to follow along with their original plan.

You don’t seem to catch the hint, nor do you buy into his ridiculous strategy. “Oh, so you’re that confident you won’t get taken out by the other team then?” you quip. As a result, Bakugou’s brows tighten at your noncompliance.

“I know how to take care of myself. You of all people should realize by now that no other nerd in this whole damn class can outmatch me.”

“And what about an ambush? How do you know they simply won’t anticipate your strategy and see you coming?” You fire another counterargument and the boy purses his lips, beginning to find this quarrel spiraling into a headache rather than a step in the direction of reconciliation.

While Sero and Kirishima stand there, shifting their heads back and forth throughout the fiery exchange, Mina speedily reacts. The gears of that cunning mind of hers click into place again.

“You know what, Y/n’s right. Why don’t you two go together then?” she proposes boldly. Her suggestion catches you by complete surprise. You veer in her direction with an incredulous look blown in your eyes.

Before you can open your mouth to protest, the two boys standing beside her immediately back her up.

“Hm, Mina has a point. The chances of you falling into a trap wouldn’t be much if you two work together,” Sero remarks.

Kirishima follows, “Yeah, you guys can watch each other’s backs while going to collect the flag! It’s safer to go in a pair than by yourselves I’d say.”

The three seem adamant about the idea, sharing equally content expressions, and with all that said, you find it hard to dig yourself out of this situation. In a way, you practically volunteered yourself after questioning Bakugou’s plan and doubting his abilities. The group only feels it’s right you come along as his support since you clearly must be worried about his well-being.

Pushing your objections down your throat, you reluctantly agree to tag along with the blond. What you find exceptionally shocking is how Bakugou doesn’t oppose these new conditions. Given his hard-headed temperament, you thought he would’ve scoffed and turned his back at being paired without notice, but no such things were happening here.

...Odd.

“Tch, whatever. Let’s get going then,” is all he gives, starting in the direction into the urban area of the training course.

You trail behind him. “Coming, Boom-Boy…” you mutter the last bit but don’t suppress the urge to let your words be known. Bakugou turns his head and gives you a look akin to an uptight six-year-old you just offended at your local playground. You shrug in response, a corner of your lip pinched upward. He doesn’t pick a fight over the nickname, but his eyebrows remain fiercely slanted, and coupled with his heavy steps and the excessive swinging of his gauntlet-clad arms, it tells you of his emotional constipation plain as day.

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The journey toward the other teams’ flags is cloaked in strained silence and the physical gap between you two does not encourage any of you to speak up. At this point, both of your levels of annoyance for each other have mellowed out. Now it just feels... awkward—strange. You don’t see his expression, nor does he see yours. It feels like you’re being left in the dark, having only the back of Bakugou’s head to stare at the entirety of the way, and though you supposedly have his back, Bakugou feels precarious in this state as he trudges along at the front, not daring to turn his head to cross your eyes.

The ambiance is reminiscent of the ancient Greek legend of Orpheus and Eurydice. Where Bakugou walks through the depths of the underworld, seeking you out in hopes you’d join his side once again. If he turns around now and spills his thoughts to you too soon, he fears that your forgiveness would be whisked away, thoroughly beyond his reach, and replaced with your promises of retribution.

That was the eloquent version of the situation anyway. To put it bluntly, Bakugou was just impatient as hell to say something to you. The silence suffocates him to the point where the words are nearly about to be squeezed out of his throat, but he bites his lip to snuff out the urges.

The more he keeps them in, the more fidgety he becomes, hands itchy and mouth trembling with grit between his teeth. The idea of not letting his voice be heard was something Bakugou detested. Mainly because it was already such a challenge to even keep his mouth shut, given his fiery attitude and lack of patience.

Man, what the hell am I hesitating for? he asks himself, that outspoken side of him spurring him on.

Ah, screw the uncertainty, he thinks. If he doesn’t say anything now, then he won’t get to say anything ever.

Bakugou stops in his tracks, turning his head. Here goes nothing,

“Hey, Y/n, I–”

“Katsuki–”

Words collide into each other, jumbled and incoherent, which take you two by surprise as you meet each other’s furrowed gazes. It’s quiet as you both piece your way through this, eyes trained like you haven’t seen each other in months when the reality is that a week of bitterness has somehow made you act like strangers. The bewildered look crossing his features is foreign to you; you’ve never quite seen Bakugou as taken aback as he is now.

“You first,” you grant before Bakugou could mix up your words again. Even being given permission, the blond still isn’t sure what to say, his thoughts lost on him the moment his voice clashed with yours. He takes a deep breath, calming his senses and steadying his mind for what he wants to convey.

“Look, Y/n, I don’t know how to put this as nicely as I can,” he begins, tone consistent yet wary, assessing your expression, “but I know I fucked up and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you there all by yourself. I shouldn’t… have blown you off like that and forgotten about you.” He delivers this bluntly—honestly—as open as a boy of his nature can muster with arms spread out, willingly exposing him to his faults and your reprisals.

Looking at you, he finds your eyes are cast to the floor, assuming to be reflecting on his words carefully. After some deliberation, you come across the vermillion in his eyes.

“Frankly, I haven’t entirely forgiven you just yet. But I will say that despite how I’ve been acting, I’m not as mad at you as you think,” is what you give, and Bakugou would be lying to himself if he didn’t achieve relief at your statement. He mentally releases a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding throughout the exchange. However, you aren’t done yet.

“I just want you to understand what moments like those mean to me. It’s during that time where I can share my feelings and learn more about you—understand who you are,” you say. Bakugou latches onto every word. “And it goes both ways, you know. It’s hard to want to stay in a relationship with someone who doesn’t make an effort to make time for you.” It’s obvious you aim that comment at him as Bakugou’s eyes soften slightly hearing it. His calloused, glove-clad hands wrap into his palms. Man, he really was a jerk.

“Still… I know you’re making an effort to be sincere and that you’re genuinely sorry for what happened, especially considering how the others seem to have set this whole conversation up, right?” Bakugou winces over the Bakusquad’s ploy coming to light and makes a note not to follow along next time unless those dummies can scrape up a more elaborate plan.

Despite that, he presses on, “So, what does this mean?” A smile settles on the curve of your lips, sensing his impatience as his voice hastens you along.

“Well…” you begin, speech drawn out in anticipation as you step toward him to where Bakugou follows your movements. That is until he catches a few shadowy figures shifting around atop the small building behind you. Before you can open your mouth to continue, his instincts flare to life.

“Hey, look out!” he exclaims, already acting on his warnings by lunging forward to push you out of the way. Your breaths draw back into your lungs, your body thrust abruptly into the opposite direction. Landing on your butt, you wince at both the shock and the pain, but your whines desist when you witness Bakugou taking a force to the head as a result of coming to your aid.

“Katsuki!” you yell, immediately getting off the ground to rush to his side, but he can’t find it in himself to respond. Afflicted with a substantial blow to the crown of his head, his whole being throbs and his vision spins.

Fuck, is Y/n, okay? is the first thing on his mind, ignoring the liquid trickling down his forehead. His question is answered upon turning his head to meet your anxious expression—your eyes wide and lips quivering as they move to say words he can’t exactly make out beneath the pounding sensations consuming his mind. As he feels a set of arms wrap around him, he tries discerning his surroundings to form a reply, but can only capture bits and pieces.

“—tsuki! ...old… n!”

“...god—! I’m so dead!”

A sputter of words tangling together is the last he hears before his vision fades to black.

.

.

The next time Bakugou awakes, his eyes slowly sever open to come face-to-face with a blurry white ceiling. The lights assault his vision as his senses take time to adjust, unraveling the environment to realize he’s laying on a bed—a hospital bed to be precise.

He attempts lifting himself but is met with retaliation in the form of his pulsating head which he immediately flinches at. His hand goes to rub his scalp to soothe the ache and he finds bandages wrapped tightly around him. “What the hell happened?” The last he remembers is traversing the urban area with you for the capture the flag mission before finally confronting the subject that had been plaguing your minds for a week now. After that, he caught sight of some object descending toward you and before he had even realized it, his feet had moved on their own. Next thing he knows, he’s waking up in the nurse’s office with a headache from hell.

Wait, what about you? Were you okay? Surely, he had to have pushed you out of the way in time, right?

His head moves quicker than it should’ve, revealing the other hospital bed in the room to be unoccupied, vacant. He sighs and his relief is further bolstered by the door to the nurse’s room opening to unveil you unharmed with only your heavy look of concern troubling him.

“Katsuki, oh thank god, you’re okay!” you say, quickly pacing over to his side with a glass of water in hand. You leave it at his bedside, sitting before him. Gauging your appearance up and down, Bakugou tries making out even the smallest details.

“You aren’t hurt?”

You’re appalled he would ask this despite clearly being the one patched up in a hospital bed right now, and likely sporting some serious head trauma.

“Of course I am, you’re the one that lunged forward to protect me,” you tell him. Bakugou looks down at his lap, figuring that was what happened, but hearing it from you comforted him more than he thought. However, his comfort is wretched from him by the intense pressure persisting in his skull. Seeing him in pain, you urge him to lay down and rest.

“How the hell did I end up here anyway?”

You fidget with your fingers, hesitating on answering. At that, the blond lifts a brow, suspicious.

“Mineta… accidentally dropped a rock on your head.”

“...You gotta be joking, right?”

Bakugou leers hard, finding the reason he was out of commission to be a damn pebble hitting his head a detriment to his pride. And because of Mineta of all fucking people. Still, if he hadn’t acted as quickly as he did, you would’ve been the one to meet his fate instead, and he weighed this outcome to better than the former.

Then you explain how the teachers had temporarily intervened to bring his unconscious body to the nurse’s, where the old lady went about tending to his injury. Said she did her job and all he needed was to rest and let her quirk take fuller effect within that time.

“So did we win the game?” He switches the topic to today’s mission of capture the flag that was cut short on his end.

You shake your head, but at least grant him the benefit of knowing Mineta’s team ended up placing last. At that, his eyelids shut and he crosses his arms behind his bandaged head. “Yeah, well, it wasn’t my intention to win anyway.”

You give him a look. “...Liar.”

Bakugou cracks an eye open at you. “Hah? What do you mean I’m a fucking liar?”

“I know you, Katsuki. I dated you, after all. And the Katsuki that I dated is an arrogant, competitive jerk who thinks of being the best above all else.” Bakugou scrunches his nose, wondering what you’re implying through your... overly frank descriptions. “Still… he’s sweet and caring at times… and reliable when he needs to be,” you continue, tone softening that draws Bakugou in, “And the kind of guy I want to give a second chance to.”

Absorbing your words, Bakugou blinks. “S-Seriously?” He doesn’t mean to stutter, but the offer catches him off-guard. He replays what you just said. That’s what he heard, right? A second chance?

You giggle at how uncharacteristically astonished he sounds. “Yes, seriously.”

“Does that mean you forgive me for what happened last week?”

You hum between pursed lips in playful contemplation. “Well, maybe you can redeem yourself by going on another date with me then?”

Hearing your proposal, a wide grin arcs his lips, edging into a smirk.

“That’s it? Well, I can definitely fucking do that,” he states, confidence rejuvenating his body at the new, hopeful chance before him.

“Oh, just one more thing though,” you suddenly add.

“What?”

“We are not going to that Chinese Restaurant again.”

[takamishinko]

could I pls request the bakusquad with a close FTM friend . their friend is pretty insecure about his chest . he’s also insecure about what people would think of him being trans . how would the bakusquad react if someone Mineta said something nasty to him ? if you’re uncomfortable w/ this request , feel free to ignore it , I don’t want to make you uncomfortable

have a wonderful day / noon / night 💞

sure u can! hope u have a wonderful day/noon/night too :)

perfect

a/n: this is my writing content for ftm readers i hope i don't offend anyone!

pronouns: he/him, ftm!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of pre-transition, transphobic phrases, sexual harassment, and mineta

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you were pretty close friends with the whole bakusquad, close enough to the point where they would not hesitate to throw hands if someone messed with you. they know about your situation and they completely accept you for it. 

they all took the news better than you expected. mina was super excited when you first came out to her and even though she had a big mouth she kept yours a secret because she knew how important this was to you, plus you might have not been comfortable about others knowing about it yet. sero was super chill about it and kirishima called you manly right after you came out to him. kaminari on the other hand was having an internal war with himself since he thought you were both pretty and handsome before and after. last but not least, bakugou hit you with a "ha? i don’t care as long as you’re still strong." after you told him.

all the reassuring comments your friends gave you made you feel a lot better about yourself. you had also told some of your other friends in the class like midoriya, uraraka, iida, and asui. they all supported you and since class 1A is pretty open about subjects like this you had nothing to worry about. 

however, just because most people have reassured it didn’t mean that you’d just suddenly  feel better right away. in a way you still felt different. you were still insecure about what other people around you would think about you, especially your chest area since your hero costume made them very obvious that they've gone through transition before. harsh comments from insensitive bastards still scar your mind deeply. their hurtful words pierced through your heart and mind.

"you'll never be a real boy."

"you're not normal." 

words like this break you down bit by bit and destroy your self esteem until you're left feeling worthless and defeated. people like this played a big role in why you never confided anyone in your secret. you feared that they would repeat these words, especially your dear classmates.

after school,  sero, kaminari, kirishima, and bakugou had left to do some training while you, mina, and some other people had stayed behind to help clean up and chill in the classroom. it was a nice way to ease yourself. mina was cheerful and funny teasing uraraka about deku, while you and tsuyu were chattering about the test that you took and guessing what mark you both received. 

you decided to stay behind a little in class after everyone returned to the dorms. you hummed while watching the sunset. it was a good environment to do some studying in, quiet and peaceful, seeing as there was an important test coming up.

you were just about to start packing up after finishing the last question on the review page until you saw a short purple figure pop up next to the door. it was mineta, the class pervert that everyone tried to stay away from. you didn't like mineta obviously, no one did. you didn’t exactly want to talk to him but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and assumed he wasn’t here to be grotesque.

why was he just standing there eyeing you up and down? an uncomfortable pricking sensation washed over you so while packing up, you decided to speak to break the awkward silence. "hello mineta, can i help you?" 

mineta wore a smug look before the corner of his lips lifted into a snide grin.

"hey~ d/nnn." he mocked, holding the last letter of your previous name.

what..?

your heart fell into your stomach at his words. why the hell was he bringing up your deadname? you balled your shaking fists and tried to calm down before you mauled the smug grape with your quirk.

"it's y/n, and if you don't have anything to say i wanna go back to the dorms." you speak with feigned courtesy as you finished backing up, scooting out of your chair.

"alright alright y/n whatever. say~ what are you doing by yourself all alone in the classroom at this time. perhaps you were waiting for someone?" mineta sing-songed while walking closer to you.

"i was just trying to get some homework finished,” you grit out. “do you mind moving? i would like to leave-" 

before you could even finish your sentence you see drool coming out of minetas mouth and his hands doing the signature grabby grabby while his eyes practically drowned in your chest area.

"you’ve probably got a nice pair of boobs huh? even if they’re flat." 

mineta mentioning that certain body part broke you. the tears immediately started to accumulate under your eyes, on the edge of spilling. you could've easily pushed mineta away due to how much smaller he was than you, but you didn't have the strength to. you felt even weaker than him and didn't have the will to fight back, your limbs being reduced to jelly. you felt helpless.

mineta on the other hand felt powerful, someone like you with a strong quirk being reduced to something akin to a quivering rabbit gave him a sick sense of pleasure. just when mineta was about to place his hands on you a certain spiky haired blonde rushed into the room and lifted mineta away from you.

"OI SMALL FRY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOUR HANDS GOING HUH??" bakugou snarled at the midget followed with a strong blast.

kirishima, kaminari, and sero quickly ran into the room. mr. aizawa followed up upon hearing the commotion. his eyes scanned over your distressed form before looking over at a shaken mineta. he assessed the situation and let out a sigh, hands pinching the bridge of his nose.

"mineta, my office, right now." he spoke, voice lacking any sort of amusement.

"b-but" mineta stuttered out.

"now."

mineta froze at the tone of mr. aizawa's voice and left the room with him, his head down. before aizawa left he gave you an apologetic look and told you he'd come back later to talk to you. kaminari followed them out to listen in.

kirishima grabbed your arm gently and sat you down on the chair. "y/n you okay man? he didn't touch you anywhere right?" he questioned worriedly.

"i’m gonna turn that guy into a cocoon, i swear." sero followed up.

you were incredibly surprised at what just almost happened. you almost got harassed by a midget grape but thank goodness your friends were there to save you from him.

"thanks guys." you muttered out while wiping away stray tears.

"of course man! we're always here for you, bakugou heard mineta all the way from across the hall when we came back to grab our stuff and immediately rushed over! you should've seen him, it was like he was running for his life!" kirishima said, chuckling. 

bakugou rolled his eyes. "shut up shitty hair, he's in need, of course i’m gonna sprint over. if he ever says that shit to you again, i’ll beat that little fucker up again. 

"well you won't have to worry about that anymore because i went to eavesdrop and mr. aizawa said he’s under house arrest for a long time for attempting to sexually harass a classmate." denki’s cheery voice rings out as he walks into the classroom while pointing finger guns at all of you. 

your eyes lit up from hearing the good news.

"hey y/n if anyone messes with you be sure to let us know ok?" sero smiles as he puts a hand on your shoulder.

"you're like a brother to us and we won't hesitate to fight anyone who dares to do something like what mineta just did." kirishima spoke, grinning.

"you're perfect just the way you are y/n, and we love you for that! who the hell cares about what others think of you. just be yourself and everyone else will love ya." denki followed up with a smirk.

"dunce face is right, don't worry ‘bout anyone else, not even us if you don't want to. if you're still feeling down i can blast dunce face if you want." bakugou said while chuckling evilly. 

the room filled with laughter at kaminari’s protests.  thanked your friends for being there for you. you couldn't have asked for a better friend group than them. after a while, the five of you walk back to the dorms. you smile to yourself while the other four bicker and laugh, you wished to live in this moment forever.

[sashi-ya]

Congrats on your 200🎉😘 may I request n.13 for Killer and Kid + F s/o from the spicy list?

Hi!! thank u so much!! Well I hope I got your request correct! So basically the OS includes some Kid x Killer too, so I hope you like it!. Thank u for requesting and taking part 💖~

NSFW ~ Part 1 ~ Eustass Kid x Killer x F! Reader ~ I Want Both [Threesome]

Kinks:

🌶 #13: Threesome

TW: NSFW. M/M/F. Explicit. Threesome. Rimming. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Cum eating. I know I'm sorry

CW: 1.7K

A/N: Dear reader: I have another request similar to this one, that includes more kinks. So, if you want more from this relationship, I’ll be uploading a new story about it in a few days ♥ ~ PART 2 ALREADY UP ♥

“Y/N, you have to decide now. Who do you wanna keep fucking? Killer or me?”, shouts Kid at you while you and his blond best friend are sitting on the kitchen table. You don’t really want to choose, you want both, you don’t give a simple fuck about monogamy. But surely Kid does. He is just too possessive over you, and even if his brother is who fucks you once in a while, he is not willing to share his “property”. Or at least that was what you think…

“Oh come one, Kid. We are grown-ups already. I told you monogamy is not for me”, you tell him, with a calm tone, so typical of you. Killer keeps eating his spaghetti and remains silent. He has already stated that he is ok with whatever decision Kid and you may take.

Kid punches the table, he is angry, really angry. “Stooop, Kid. You are going to spill my drink”, you tell him as you didn’t know that could only light up the flames even more. “I’m over with this”, he says and walks away. He slams the door of his room and turns on the music on a level so high the windows tremble.

“Ah… goddamn he is acting like a teenager, come on”, you say while you place your head over the table looking towards Killer, who is already slurping the last noodle. “Aren’t you going to say nothing?”, you ask him. “I’ve already told you; you have to understand he is just a jealous little boy. We have already fought about the same girl before”, Killer says while taking his plate to the kitchen sink. “You did?”, you ask curiously -shouting because of the punk music that your redhead boyfriend is blasting in his room - “Yeah, until both of us laughed at her because she spilled her soup over his clothes, so she sent us to hell and never came back”, he says. “Well, I guess you have always been like a combo, right?”, and suddenly after those words came up from your mouth a great idea came to your mind…

“Kid turn down the volume, for God’s sake. I want to sleep!!”, you shout and knock on the door several times. “I’m not stopping until you decide”, he shouts from inside. “Ahhjjj….” you huff and walk away to your room.

Flopping down on bed, you keep thinking about that “idea” you had while chatting with Killer… “What if… what if… Kid, Killer and me…. Nah forget it”, you try to convince yourself because you know Kid won’t simply accept it. Yet the idea seems enticing and turns you on like hell. But Kid is a stubborn one, so you put on two ear plugs and soon you fall asleep.

You wake up in the middle of the night to some shouting that not even your earplugs can conceal. “Damn Kid”, you say and stood up from bed, before he decides to fight with his friend. “What the fuck is happening? it’s 2AM!”, you shout even louder than your tulip head man.

You found Kid and Killer with no shirts nor pants on whatsoever. Both of them are blushed as hell, only wearing boxers, both have on their faces smudges with red and purple lipstick, and none of them seems to explain what the hell is going on. And then the penny dropped. You take your hands to your open mouth, and with excitement start giggling. “No way. You are not… OH MY GOD!!! I knew it!” you scream while jumping in place.

“Y/N is not… is not what you think”, says Kid trying to excuse himself and remain as the manly heterosexual man in front of you. Killer, who was sitting over the kitchen counter with his long blond hair dishevelled, shakes his head softly as he was trying to warn you not to tease Kid with this. But you just don’t care. Kid kept pushing you with choosing in between him and Killer and now is fucking with him? Oh baby, hell no…

“So…”, you say with a perverse smile and walk towards Kid. He looks at you unable to speak and you softly caress his cheek. Kid gasps, and you stand on tip toes to finally kiss his mouth, lustfully, erotically. At first, he is kind of hesitant, but your tongue makes him lose any control.

Killer is still sitting over the counter looking at the erotic spectacle you two are giving and you slowly pull from Kid’s boxers. You walk backwards until your ass is pressed against Killer groin, while Kid keeps kissing you. One of your hands reaches back for Killer’s bulge, while the other is occupied on Kid’s one.

Your blond lover buries his fingers on the skin of your butt, while Kidd keeps kissing you like crazy.

This situation is turning the three of you on fire, and you are more than pleased about this happening. But you can’t help thinking about what was going on between Kid and Killer before you interrupted them, so, there is just a way to find out…

You slowly separate your lips from Kid and turn your head to Killer, you kiss him passionately. This time is Kid’s turn to look. When you are satisfied from the blond guy’s lips you look at both of them and your hands travel to Kid’s nape. Gently, you pull from him towards Killer’s face. Killer knows exactly what you are doing, and he is more than pleased to confirm it to you. When the red head realizes what your intentions are, at first struggles against it, but you mouth to him “It’s ok, this is pure pleasure babe” ... Finally the guys’ lips press onto each other, and a lustful making out session begins for them. This is heaven, you are so turned on because of this, you are enjoying this.

While they keep making out, you kneel in between their manly big muscular bodies and reach for both bulges. You pull down his boxers and let his members free. Your right hand grabs Killer’s and your left hand Kid’s. You alternate between kissing the tip of his dicks and then sucking both at the same time as they both come even closer to each other while they keep kissing. So delightful…

“Let’s go to bed”, says Kid and all of you agree. His bed is more than huge -for some reason- so the three of you would fit perfectly. You walk through the kitchen to the bedroom in between them while they undress you. Once in the room, Kid pushes you to bed and you lie there, looking like a prey to be devoured by two beasts.

They crawl into bed, on each side of you, and begin to kiss your neck. Your hands coup their faces as they leave marks all over your body. Kid reaches for your sex and fingers you while Killer delightfully sucks your nipples. You moan, loudly and squirm with each action they both take on your body.

Killer moves and places himself in between your thighs. Kid stands up, kneeling on bed, and offers you his sex for you to choke on it, while his friend devours yours.

Black tinted tears from your smudged makeup run through your cheeks when you gag onto Kid’s dick, your broken moans are being suffocated by the intense pounding of his member on your throat, and Killer’s long fingers penetrates you, hitting that sweet spot that soon will make your legs be trembling.

But this is just the beginning, soon, Killer starts fucking you and Kid face sits you, while both of them make out once again. Your mouth keeps playing with Kid’s anatomy, back and forth, devouring everything he has, the base of his dick, his sack and even his rear entrance. “Is he willing to be penetrated too?”, you wonder, and the idea makes you even more horny.

Kid moans with his lips pressed against his blond friend, and while he does, he massages your breasts, occasionally playing with your nipples. Killer deep thrusts are leaving you on the verge of climax. And when you do, Kid also cums from the rimming of your playful tongue. His sweet sticky orgasm ends up all over your stomach.

The redhead stands up, and looks at the mess he made of you, and while he recovers, Killer also cums all over your stomach. An evil smile garnishes your face as you tell them “clean my body with your tongue”. They are hesitant at first, but babe, they are up for everything. They will probably be regretting this tomorrow, but tonight they just simply don’t care, and of course they do as you told. His tongues softly licking their cums over your belly, making yourself feel like a holy plate with the most gourmet preparations. Your fingers brush their hairs until you are completely clean. “Good job guys”, you tell them, and they are all ready for round two.

“My turn”, says Kid while grabbing you by your hips and making you turn around. You quickly place yourself on all fours waiting for that tulip head to plunge deep into you. He starts fucking you while Killer rests a little bit on bed. Your insatiable self looks at him and asks for kisses. He slowly crawls next to you and starts kissing you, and for doing so he has to be on all fours too. Nothing escapes your imagination, and you have already planned how Kidd would be fucking Killer too. “Kid, now you have him too. Fuck your friend, Kid”, you tell him while he keeps pounding you. Kid grunts and says “Bro, take the lub”. You widen your eyes. “LUBE? HA!”. They’ve been fucking the whole time? you laugh in between moans. “This is just surreal boy”, you tell them. But what happens next gets you even more impressed…

The lube wasn’t for Killer, but for Kid... And while he keeps fucking you hard, Killer preps his friend. “OH GOD!” you scream. “Shut up”, says Kid as fucks you even harder and gets one breast squeezed on his hand. Soon Killer fucks the hell out of Kid, while he does the same to you. Moaning, grunting, whining, your bodies release the accumulated pleasure into intense orgasms that fill each other's cavities… ~

[tbmaybank]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write an imagine with Jj where the reader is Topper’s little sister and she’s friendly with everyone. (Rafe could have a crush on her or something if u want to spice it up a bit) Well, she is starting to date Jj ( with a little bit of help from John B and Sarah) and Topper and Rafe find out about their relationship at a party or at midsummer because they catch them almost doing the dirty. I hope this isn’t wierd and I hope you understand cause English is not my first language.

Here you go, doll! I hope you like it :)

Warnings: drinking, smoking, smut, and violence

Requests are open!

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You sat at the dinner table, mindlessly pushing your food around on the plate, ignoring the on going conversations. You hated coming to the Cameron’s for dinner. Rafe was always making comments or trying to find excuses to be alone with you. You kind of felt bad pushing him away, you were once really close. He was your brother, Toppers, best friend, and at one point you had a huge crush on him. But now, with how much he’s changed lately, you couldn’t stand being around him. Plus, you were now secretly dating one of the boys he hated most, JJ Mayfield. All you wanted to do right now was to get through this dinner so you could sneak away to see him.

You hadn’t meant to fall for the Pogue boy, but after the infamous Sarah and Topper break up, you ended up seeing a lot of the group, as Sarah was more of a sister to you than a friend. After seeing how horribly everything went when everyone found out about John B and Sarah, you decided to do everything you could to keep your relationship a secret. As much as you hated having to hide the boy you loved, you had to admit it made everything more exciting.

A buzzing from your pocket pulled you out of your thoughts. You pull the phone out, seeing a text from JJ.

-Is Rafe behaving himself around my girl?

Smiling at his obvious jealousy, even though he would never admit that he’s jealous.

-More or less. Nothing too bad. I’d much rather be getting annoyed by you though ;)

-Oh don’t worry, I fully plan on being extra annoying tonight. Can’t wait to see you.

“Y/n, are you listening at all?” Your father asks. You quickly put your phone away, turning a little pink.

“I’m sorry, I got lost in my own head. What did I miss?” Adding a sweet smile, which always got you out of trouble with your dad.

He sighs as he says “I was saying your mother and I will be leaving with Ward and Rose tomorrow morning for a couple days. You are to listen to your brother while we’re gone, understand?” Internally you roll your eyes. I’m 17. I don’t need a babysitter you think to yourself. But nows not the time to argue, especially when this can give you an excuse to spend more time with JJ.

“Yes, dad. I understand.” Everyone was finished eating by this point, but you knew this meant you still had about another hour of after dinner drinks to sit thought. However, your parents were okay with you, Topper, and Rafe going to sit outside on the dock. Almost as soon as you guys sit down, your brother is pulling out a joint. He lights it, takes a hit, then passes it to you. You immediately start to pass it over to Rafe, on the other side of you. You didn’t like being high around your parents, so you never joined in these after dinner smoke sessions.

Rafe throws his arm around you, “come on y/n, have fun for once.” Trying to hand the joint back to you.

“I have plenty of fun all the time, I think I’ll survive being bored for an hour.” He rolls his eyes and takes a hit.

They start talking about throwing a party the next day at your house. “Are you actually gonna join us this time?” Rafe asks you, moving his hand to grab your hip.

“Sure, but only if I get to bring my friends.” You respond while moving his hand off of you.

“You mean those pogues? Hell no. Why are you even friends with them?” Topper says.

“They’re nice, plus if they come, Sarah will be there.” Knowing that the chance to talk to Sarah would make him agree.

“Fine. But you better tell them to not start shit.” Smiling, you hug your brother.

“ Thank you Topper!”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

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Later that night, you were finally on your way to see JJ. Sarah had picked you up down the street from your house after you snuck out your window. Sarah was the biggest help to you being able to hide JJ. She was always willing to give you rides to see him, or covering for you and saying you were with her.

Once you guys park the car, JJ is instantly at the car opening your door for you, pulling you straight into a deep kiss.

“You guys literally saw each other this morning.” Sarah says, laughing at his eagerness to kiss you.

“Yeah, but if y/n was your girl, you’d miss her this much too.” He says as you guys start walking to join the others.

Everyone’s in their own conversations when you walk up, and you and JJ sit on a log, his arms going around you. You all start talking while drinking beer, a couple blunts being passed around. This time, you happily took hits as they came to you. You tell everyone how there’s a party the next night at your house, and how you got Topper to agree to them coming as long as they promised not to start anything, making sure to shoot your boyfriend a look as you say the last part.

“When have I ever started anything with them?” JJ asks, prompting everyone to start listing examples of when he most definitely started problems with them. “Okay, okay fine,” he throws his hands up “I promise not to start anything, but if Rafe starts touching you I will-“

“You will do absolutely nothing and let me handle it so everyone there doesn’t find out about us.” You interrupt, giving him a quick kiss at the end. He finally agrees, but not without pouting.

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The next night, the party was in full blast. You sat in your room though, until you got the text from JJ that they were here. And when you did, you rush to meet them at the door, determined to keep them away from Topper, and more importantly, Rafe.

As the night progressed, you found it easy to keep everyone separated. Other than a few nasty looks exchanged, nothing bad happened. You and the Pogues stayed in a corner drinking and having a good time. After awhile, you were definitely drunk.

“Can we sneak away?” JJ whispers in your ear. Giggling, you nod. Carefully, making sure no one sees, you lead him up the stairs to your room. As soon as he closes the door, his lips are on yours. His hands on your hips, pulling you as close to him as you can get. He backs you up, til you softly hit the dresser. Without breaking the kiss, he lifts you up and sets you on the dresser, sneaking his hands under your shirt. You pull away to your shirt off.

“God you’re beautiful.” He whispers before attacking your neck with his lips, letting his rands roam your body. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer against you. You lift his shirt and yank it off him, and pull his lips to yours again. His hand going under your skirt to rub you through your panties. “You’re so wet for me, baby.” Moaning at the feeling of his hand, and his words, and whimpering when he pulls his hand away.

“JJ,” you pant breathlessly, “I need you. Please..” he smirks at your words before lifting you just enough to pull down your thong. His thumb returns to rubbing your center while he kisses your neck again, slowly moving to your chest before his fingers enter you, causing a gasp. His fingers thrusting, as he sucks at your nipples, makes moans fall out of you beyond control. You start to feel the warm feeling build up in your stomach, before the bedroom door swings open.

“Hey y/n, where’d you- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HER!?”

You guys quickly pull apart, you covering yourself with your arms as soon as you hear Rafes words.

“Rafe, get out!” You shout at him.

He ignores you, and goes straight for JJ, throwing a punch. You quickly throw your shirt on and start trying to pull them apart, which you knew was a useless effort. You instead ran downstairs to find Pope and John B. Your eyes scan the people in the party. The music covering the noise from the fight upstairs. Finally your eyes spot the boys your looking for. You run up to them, not even realizing your crying and try to say what’s happening, but the words won’t come out. All you can manage to say is “Rafe. Upstairs.” Luckily, they understand and run up. You follow behind and watch as they successfully get Rafe and JJ apart. Each still trying to get at each other, though.

“Don’t ever tucking touch my girl again!” Rafe shouts at JJ, but before he can respond you cut in.

“I’m not your girl, Rafe. Just because you have a crush on me, and try to act like my boyfriend, doesn’t mean you are. JJ is my boyfriend; not you.”

He looks between you and JJ for a minute, before smirking “so you’re a pogue slut now? I should have seen that coming.” JJ tries to go for him again at this comment, but Pope keeps him back.

At this point, Topper makes his way upstairs, noticing all of you missing. He walks in and sees Rafe and JJ being held back from each other, JJ still shirtless, in your room. He looks to JJ, and asks “were you fucking my sister?”

“Topper, Rafe, get out of my room.”

“Are you seriously with him, y/n?” Topper asks.

“Yes, Topper. I am.” You sigh.

“Get out.” He says.

“Topper, you can’t kick me out. Mom and dad would kill you.”

“No, they’re gonna be thankful when I tell them why. Now pack your shit and get out.”

You felt your eyes getting filled with tears. You knew it would be bad if he found out, but you didn’t expect him to look at you with such hatred. “Topper..”you say quietly, walking towards him.

“No, y/n. It’s them or us. And you need to choose right now.” The tears falling fully now. No body in the room dares to say anything or move, all watching you two, waiting to hear your answer. Suddenly anger rises back up in you, before you turn away from him, snatching up your old book bag, and stuffing as much as you can from your dresser in it, and walking out without a word to any of them. Your plan was to go wait by John Bs van, but then realize it was pretty bold of you to assume he would be okay with you coming back to his place tonight. So, here you were, aimlessly walking down the street. You walked like you had purpose, a goal in mind, but really you had no idea where you were going. You hear footsteps running up to from behind, and suddenly your arm is grabbed and your spun the other direction. You were about to scream, before you saw JJ standing there.

“I’ve been shouting for you,” he says out of breath, “didn’t you hear me?” You honestly didn’t, your head full of so many thoughts at this time. Looking into his blue eyes, seeing the cuts and bruises from Rafe, you feel the anger melt away, and instead all the other emotions hit you, and you just start sobbing. He pulls you close to him, “baby, y/n, it’s gonna be okay, okay? You can come stay with us, if you want?” You just nod against his chest, unable to stop crying enough to actually talk. He starts leading you towards John Bs van, continuing to tell you how it’s gonna be okay, and you guys will figure everything out together.

When you reach the van, Kie and Sarah rush to hug you. “I think this officially means your a pogue.” Kie says while hugging you, getting a small, but sniffly, giggle out of you.

“I’m sorry guys, I should have known this wasn’t gonna go well.” You say, trying to wipe away tears with the back of your hand.

“Hey,” John B says while lightly grabbing your shoulders and looking into your eyes, “it’s not your fault. At all. Rafe is a psychopath.” Nodding; you thank him.

You all pile into the van, riding in silence back to John Bs house. JJs arm around you as you try to clean his wounds in the bouncing van. You guys finally arrive, and climb out. JJ dramatically holding his arms towards the house, “Welcome Home, y/n!” He says smiling.

Home. You liked the sound of that.

[weasleylangs]

secrets i have held in my heart - f.w

Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Everyone in the twins’ lives mix them up once in a while, except for Y/N. Fred is dying to know how.  Warnings: Some angst with a happy ending, yes I wrote oblivious Fred again with miscommunication issues, what about it, some swearing, brief mention of the war but obviously this is a FredLives!AU :D, mentions of sex but nothing descriptive it’s like one line, - everyone is 18+ by the way!  Word Count: 4k

A/N: For the anon who requested super secret mutual pining with some angst where the reader is the only person who can tell the twins apart! Thank you so much for requesting. This has also been cross-posted on AO3 (frederickweasleys) as per the anon’s request! 

Also, I didn’t want to write about a 17 and 15 year old pining after each other, so I made everyone older and it’s postwar, however I was like 2000 words into the fic when I remembered George got his mf ear blasted off in DH so…. U do not see that it’s not canon in this fic thank you

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The sun is blaring down on The Burrow and everyone is starting to wonder the likelihood of getting heatstroke. They’re in the south-west of England and the weather doesn’t usually get above the early 20s in the middle of August, however, mother nature has decided to wreak havoc and today is almost 30°. 

Y/N is looking at the pages in her book but she’s not processing anything on the pages. She’s so appreciative of the relaxing life she and all her loved ones finally have. The war ended last year, and while Y/N isn’t family, Molly and Arthur are always insistent she’s welcomed at The Burrow for their Sunday roast dinners. 

So she sits under a tree, the muggle fantasy novel in hand as Molly is busy prepping dinner and her friends all play quidditch. Hermione’s been refereeing them despite having no actual knowledge of the rules, and right now, she’s waving Harry’s copy of ‘Quidditch Through The Ages’ at one of the twins trying to prove a point, fully aware she’s going to get nowhere with him. He’s laughing at her and he raises the hand holding the beater’s bat as he threatens to (softly) hit her with it when he looks over her shoulder and spots his favourite girl perched under the tree with his mum’s homemade lemonade. 

Before Y/N knows it, the bat’s been thrown in her direction, barely missing her and hitting the tree behind her, and when she looks up, she immediately recognises the twin as Fred. Fred and Y/N are almost two sides of the same coin and their friendship has always been considered unlikely. Fred loves mischief and pranks and he’s extremely exuberant where Y/N is a ‘stickler for the rules’ (Fred’s words, not hers) and she’d much rather spend her day reading than playing quidditch. But their friendship blossomed and eventually for Y/N her feelings evolved into more. 

But Y/N is one of Ron’s best friends, and having a crush on her best friend’s older brother is weird, even if they are 19 and 21. 

“Hi Freddie,” she says, dog-earing the page and closing her novel, accepting now that Fred’s in her presence, the book isn't getting read again until tonight, “no more quidditch?” 

The ginger gives her a shit-eating grin and completely ignores her question, “Darling, I’m George.” 

Y/N squints at him for a brief moment, second-guessing herself but the longer she looks at him the more she’s sure it’s Fred, not George in front of her. “No, you’re Fred. I’ve known you for how long? Just accept I can tell you apart.” 

Fred mutters a ‘fuck’ under his breath as he sits down. He’s always loved that Y/N is the only person who can tell them apart, his own family struggling sometimes and especially when they’re apart. But no matter what, she somehow gets it right every single time and he’s dying to know how.

“You’re never going to tell me how you do it, are you?” He questions and she replies how she always does when he asks, blaming it on intuition and that she doesn’t know how she does it. As always, he doesn’t believe her. Y/N secretly does have a way of easily telling the twins apart, not rooted in intuition in the slightest but she doesn’t want to tell him. 

The truth is, the way her heart races when Fred looks or speaks to her is her way of telling them apart. Fred always has a mischievous glint in his brown eyes and the way he looks at Y/N makes her feel like she’s the only girl in the world. George is sweet, loving and exceptionally kind- he was there as a source of comfort and calmness for Y/N when the trio disappeared during their 7th year to hunt Horcruxes, when she and her family went into hiding. She loves George like she would love a brother, like how she loves Ron and Harry, but the love Y/N has for Fred is different and the catalyst for her ability to tell them apart.

“I’m going to get you one day. One day George and I will swap and you’ll get it wrong and as a reward for finally tricking the oh so wonderful Miss Y/N Y/L/N, you’ll tell me how you tell us apart.” 

-

It’s not even an hour later when Fred and George come down wearing each other’s clothing. Y/N’s well aware Fred prefers to wear warm and bright colours while George likes to wear the dark colours in their coordinated clothing, so seeing Fred walk down the stairs in George’s purple shirt and vice versa is funny, despite the fact they’re identical twins, Y/N thinks they look ridiculous and unfamiliar.

“George put the purple back on. You look weird in orange,” she says, as she goes back to help Molly with the vegetables for dinner and soon after she speaks, she hears someone angrily kick the table. She looks up from her potatoes she’s been peeling to see an entertained George and Fred who looks like he’s going to throw a child-size tantrum. 

“How!” He exclaims again, pulling the shirt up over his head, shoving it in George’s hands and stomping back upstairs to change. Y/N is about to follow him, genuine concern for Fred in tow. She knows he’s most likely just being dramatic to cause a ruckus but there’s a small part of her that considers he might be serious. 

“He’s fine, Y/N,” George states, changing his shirts and throwing Fred’s orange one over the back of the chair as he sits down, “I think he’s trying to rile you up into telling him how you do it.” 

She laughs at this, knowing that while she might not have told him, the look in George’s eye hints that he’s picked up on her feelings for his twin brother. But before she can say anything, Ron comes bounding down the stairs and right into the kitchen, Harry in tow. They’re both looking for food and when Ron’s hand makes his way towards the ham, Y/N smacks him.

“Don’t spoil your dinner,” she scolds which causes Harry to laugh. 

“But, mum,” Ron mockingly replies, “All the quidditch got me hungry!” He might be 19 but he’s sulking like a 10-year-old boy and Y/N thinks temper tantrums might run in the Weasley family. 

When Molly isn’t looking, however, Y/N sneaks him a piece of ham and Ron jumps up quickly, smacking a kiss to her cheek, “You’re the best!” he whispers as he quickly shoves the piece of ham in his mouth to not be caught by his mother. 

Soon enough, everyone’s crammed into the small kitchen and Molly waves them all out except Y/N, who she insists stays. She thinks it’s because she was already helping with the vegetables but when she’s about to ask for her next task, Molly has a rare mischievous glint in her eye.

“How do you tell my sons apart?” She enquires and Y/N groans. She hasn’t been asked how she tells the twins apart this often since she was at Hogwarts and before she can speak, Molly continues, “it’s just no one can besides us, and even then, sometimes I catch myself calling George, Fred sometimes.” 

Y/N sighs. She loves Molly like her own mother, but she loves to meddle like every mother. 

“I just know, I wish I had some excuse like a mother’s instinct, but I just know,” Y/N pauses and thinks how to word her next statement without spilling too much for potential eavesdroppers and Extendable Ears to hear, “They have different energies. I think I pick up on it easily.” 

Y/N hopes that’s enough for Molly to drop the conversation at hand and while Molly hums in agreement, she reads between the lines. She’s known for a while that Y/N carries a flame for the oldest twin, after all the way Y/N looks at Fred is the same way she looks at Arthur, so she’s hoping for the day they both stop dancing around their feelings. 

She already loves Y/N like a daughter, and she’d like it to be official one day. 

-

After dinner, the girls are all holed up in Ginny’s room. She loves staying at The Burrow. Y/N never grew up with sisters and her friendship with Hermione and Ginny are the closest she gets to them. They usually gossip, who’s dating who, who’s already getting married, sometimes it gets juicy and someone’s pregnant. 

When Ginny and Harry, and Hermione and Ron finally got together, they gushed for hours about how it finally happened and how excited they all were.

Tonight, unfortunately, the topic at hand is Y/N and Fred.

“When are you going to tell him?” Ginny enquires as she smooths out her face mask. Hermione’s braiding Y/N’s hair and when she doesn’t reply, Hermione grasps some hair and gives a hard tug. Y/N yelps and while Hermione mutters an apology, she doesn’t miss the wink she gives Ginny in the mirror.

“Tell Fred what exactly?” 

“About your feelings for him,” Ginny replies like it’s the most obvious thing in the world that everyone should have known. Y/N starts to stutter, trying to find words to deny her feelings but these are her two best girl friends, her sisters and she can’t lie to them no matter how much she wants to. 

“Okay fine, they exist but he’s never knowing,” she states, a matter of factly as if it’s something to be proud of, “and he’s never finding out. I’m looking at you, Ginevra.” Ginny inherited her love to meddle from her mother, and if Y/N is positive about anything it’s that Ginny is going to meddle to get her best friend and brother together. 

“I’m pretty sure he likes you back,” Hermione says. She prides herself on being observant but even she didn’t notice Ron’s feelings for her until he quite literally put his lips on hers. 

“I’m just his little siblings’ best friend, Hermione, I doubt it,” she says as she grabs the tiny elastics to secure her hair. “Besides, I think he has a thing with one of the girls from his year at school.”

“You’re choosing now of all days to get the wrong twin? George is dating Angelina. Fred hasn’t even been seen with a girl since he slept with one of Fleur’s cousins at the wedding.” Ginny says and something about this makes Y/N blush, almost happy that Fred’s been single for as long as she has, but the jealousy is in the back of her mind.

“... Shut up,” Y/N laughs as she grabs the nearest pillow and smacks Ginny over the head with it. This causes chaos in Ginny’s tiny bedroom and soon enough all three girls are defending themselves with pillows and jumping around the bedroom.

What none of the girls knew, however, was Fred standing outside of the bedroom, eavesdropping. He’s always been curious about what the girls talk about when the boys aren’t around and Fred reckons if he doesn’t have to hear about his little siblings’ sex life, it doesn’t hurt anybody. 

Except it does, and he hurts himself. He arrived just in time for Ginny to question why Y/N doesn’t admit her feelings to someone. At first, Fred was hopeful, especially when the conversation steers in the direction of her liking one of the twins. After all, Bill’s married, Percy’s… Well, he’s Percy and Charlie isn’t in England enough for him to believe Y/N was able to develop feelings for him. 

So that leaves himself and George from context clues. He’s always had a crush on her ever since they were in school, but he was always worried about coming off as creepy, pining after someone two years below him. 

But then Y/N says ‘I think he has a thing with one of the girls from his year at school’ and he walks off before he even hears the rest of the conversation, hearing the apparent confirmation of Y/N’s feelings for George. 

-

The summer is still sweltering hot when she decides to visit Diagon Alley three days later. She’s shopping for her nephew when she ends up in Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Fred was unusually quiet when she said goodbye to him on Monday morning before she floo’d away to her job at the Ministry and she’s hoping to catch him at the shop during quiet hour. 

When she walks in, she’s met with a bell ringing and the voice that calls out ‘Hi, how are you today!’ doesn’t make her heart race so she immediately knows she’s caught the wrong twin at the counter.

“Hey, Georgie!” She makes her way over to the counter. It’s a Wednesday morning, so the shop has a lull in customers and he’s doing what Y/N assumes is a stock take of whizbangs. He gives her a nice smile as she potters her way over to him. She stops in front of the love potions, smelling the familiar scent of cinnamon, fireworks and something that can only be described as happiness in the small bottles. She’s so entranced for a moment that she doesn’t even notice George make his way up next to her.

“You don’t need one of these, by the way,” He whispers as he winks, looking behind him and seeing Fred standing on top of the spiral staircase not looking the happiest. 

“You’re the second person to tell me that this week,” she mutters, quickly putting the love potion vial down, “I don’t know what any of you mean.”

George chuckles at her obliviousness. It’s been obvious since they were teenagers about the feelings both Fred and Y/N harbour for each other but he can’t help but admit it’s just the tiniest bit funny. Like it’s a joke they’re all in on except the oblivious couple themselves.

“It’s because we’re more observant than you, darling,” George says, absent-mindedly fixing the display so it looks presentable. Y/N’s about to question him when someone clears their throat behind them- an elderly gentleman shopping for some grandkids when George excuses himself with the promise ‘this isn’t over’. 

Fred watched the interaction from the staircase and while he didn’t hear anything, he feels like he’s gotten punched in the stomach. He knows he’s never directly told George about his feelings for Y/N, and George is dating Angelina anyway and he’d never betray her, but he can’t ignore the slight feeling of upset he feels when he sees them interact.

-

“I think Y/N likes you,” Fred says nonchalantly and George almost chokes on his tea. It takes him a moment to fix his breathing before he looks at Fred like he’s got three heads.

“No, she doesn’t?” George questions, like it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world and that upsets Fred slightly. He’s not upset at George, he never has and he never will be upset with George, but it seems like his comment was brushed off without any deeper consideration.

“No, I think she does,” Fred says, twiddling his quill between his fingers as he stares at the tax invoice in front of him. Wednesday night is budget night and Fred knows he’s not going to get any work done if his mind is stuck on Y/N and her feelings for George.

“No, mate, she doesn’t,” George huffs and Fred notices the eye roll George gives him. George only ever gives him eye rolls when he’s being oblivious. Like when Fred spent 20 minutes looking for his wand last week only to find it in his pocket.

Fred’s convinced George is just being oblivious, blinded by his new relationship with Angelina that he hasn’t noticed Y/N’s feelings for him. “Do you wonder how she can tell us apart?” 

George huffs in annoyance as a reply and Fred pouts as he attempts to go back to his taxes. He’s reread the same line three times when George finally speaks.

“I think it’s got something to do with her feelings for us. She feels differently about one twin.” George is intentionally being coy, hoping to Godric that Fred caught the pointed stare and the emphasis but Fred wasn’t looking and the longer he dwells on what George has said the more he’s convinced he doesn’t have a chance with Y/N at all.

- 

It’s the weekly Sunday roast again and Fred isn’t expecting to floo into The Burrow and be met almost face to face with Y/N. He’s planned on ignoring her today, purposely volunteering to do any work needed at the shop while George floo’s to The Burrow early in the afternoon. 

It teeters on 5 pm when Fred finally arrives and he’s quickly engulfed in a hug by his mother with his father behind him telling him to stop working on Sundays as ‘Sundays are for family’. With a kiss to his mum’s forehead and a promise to his dad that he’ll force George into doing the Sunday work next week, who throws a piece of stale bread at Fred’s head while exclaiming ‘you offered!’ he quickly makes his way away from Y/N.

Molly’s quick to serve up dinner now Fred’s here, complaining he’s starving already. He quickly steals the seat next to Ron and pulls George down next to him- not wanting to allow Y/N to sit either side of him. Usually, she sits between Ron and Fred and when she turns the corner and the only available seat is the furthest from Fred, her heat sinks a little.

Dinner is pleasant, it always is at The Burrow. Hermione and Y/N talk about the ministry while Ginny tells stories of her Holyhead Harpies tryouts she had during the week. Y/N might let slip she works with the coach’s sister-in-law and overheard some high praise for a certain Miss. Weasley and Ginny’s eyes fill with tears when she hears this. 

There’s a quick lull in conversation as Molly waves her wand and the now empty plates make their way into the kitchen, children following behind them ready to help wash up but Fred makes his way outside. He likes to watch the sunset, the sun slowly dipping behind the hills where he learnt how to play quidditch as a kid as the sun becomes shades of orange. 

He’s sitting under the tree when Y/N follows him out. She’s shouting his name trying to find him. He slipped out without anyone noticing and that’s unusual for Fred so something is wrong. When she spots him, she starts jogging over and she can’t tell if he’s ignoring her or can’t hear her calling his name, so she tries something.

“George?” 

Fred turns, a smirk subconsciously forming on his lips and Y/N finally feels seen by him in a week. “It took me calling you your brother’s name to get your attention?” She asks, kicking sticks out of the way before she takes a seat next to him. 

“No, love. Just shocked you finally got us mixed up,” he replies, shoving her a little with his elbow. He knows she only did it to get his attention, but he’s Fred Weasley and he’s going to use this to his advantage. “I believe I told you when you get us mixed up, you’re legally required to tell me how you do it. I’m all ears.” He wiggles his eyebrows but deep down, he’s scared George’s assumption is right.

She rolls her eyes, but the love she has for this boy in her heart can’t be kept a secret anymore. This week she’s felt like he’s been ignoring her and while she and Fred are no means ‘best friends’, not like she is with the others, she’s felt a little piece of her universe missing knowing he’s been upset.

“You and George, I… I feel different about you to how I feel about George,” she starts and Fred’s breath hitches. He doesn’t know if he’s going to storm off or throw up so he just sits and stares at a rock. “George makes me feel comfortable. He’s always willing to talk to me about anything, feeds into the fact I can speak for hours on end about any topic if you let me,” she laughs and her nervousness is in her throat. She notices Fred isn’t looking at her and it’s making her want to run away.

“But you, you feel like home, Freddie. The way my heart races when I hear you speak or when you look at me. It’s the biggest indicator of how I tell you guys apart. George and you may be identical but the way you both make me feel is so different.” She’s whispering now and she’s realised Fred is looking at her so intently that the Earth might open up and swallow her whole. 

“Like, home?” 

She smiles softly and takes his big hand that’s been messing with rocks into her small ones. “Like I can tell you anything and you’ll never judge me. I could be having the worst day of my life and one joke from you can make me smile even if I’ve been crying for hours.” Her thumb starts to rub along the top of his hand and the way he shivers doesn’t miss her. 

“I’m trying to say, in a round-about kind of way, that I’m in love with you, Freddie,” her voice is shaky but there’s no backing out now. “I’m in love with you and this past week where it’s felt like you’re mad at me has me so confused because I don’t know what I did.” 

Fred feels incredibly guilty now, he was so caught up in his own feelings that he didn’t stop to think how his actions would affect Y/N. “I thought you liked George,” he whispers, and he feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “I thought you liked George and not me and I didn’t want to be near you knowing that.” 

She giggles and drops his hands to run her fingers through his hair. It’s still short but she thinks she can convince him to grow it out again. “Me? George? Not even for a second.” 

“Why not?” The joking in Fred’s voice is there but so is the genuine curiosity. 

“I don’t know. It’s just always been you, ever since I was 11 and you were bullying Ron into performing a spell to turn Scabbers yellow.” She laughs at the memory, watching scrawny Fred bully his small brother on the train platform. 

Fred looks down at her, her hands now playing at the hair at the back of his neck and he feels goosebumps rise across his skin. He wants nothing more to lean down and press a kiss to her lips and when he realises he never actually admitted his feelings to Y/N back, he starts to lean down, hoping to convey everything he feels for her through a kiss.

She’s quick to catch on and she leans up so quickly they almost bump noses. It’s messy, like most first kisses are, especially in an awkward sitting down position but the love they have for each other is there and obvious. They pull away when they’re barely kissing anymore, just smiling and laughing into each other’s mouths. 

“Does this mean we’re dating now?” Fred asks. It’s a dumb question, they both know it but when Y/N pretends to think he stands up and hauls her over his shoulders and starts swinging her around. The giggles that erupt from her make Fred’s heart swell and he’s about to put her down just to get down on one knee himself and propose right then and there.

“Yes, Freddie, if you want me to be your girlfriend then I’m yours.” Y/N replies and Fred smiles, he loves that. Not Y/N being his, he could never believe she’s an object, but she loves him and he loves her and now he understands why George was rolling his eyes at him.

“As long as you don’t get George and I mixed up in bed, I’m all yours.” He says it jokingly, but the smack he receives from Y/N is no joke and when he starts swinging her around again, he’ll forever make dumb jokes like this if he gets to hear her laugh like that for the rest of his days.

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How about a request for batsis getting hurt during a mission and batboys exaggerate 😈 thank u!

I DO LOVE MY BATSIS AND BATFAM FICS LETS GOOOOOO

Also I’m assuming you want a reaction! If you want otherwise do let me know! So let’s get started!

Batsis!Reader Gets Injured in a Mission and the Batboys are the Only Ones Home

No Specified AU

TW: Language

Genre: Fluff, Light Comedy

[DC Masterlist]

Word Count: 1.3K

You skid to a stop on your motorcycle, leaving tire tracks behind you in the batcave. You could clean that later when you weren’t bleeding out. You stumbled off of the vehicle, your hand still clutching on to the bloodied towel that kept your uniform from getting dirty and took your helmet off. You had a rather dirty run in with a few lowtime criminals who some how got their hands on alien tech, how that happened you’d have to ask Star Labs later, but either way despite your many encounters with villains who were much worse, the sudden blast from a laser shocked you just enough for them to get at least a cut in. Regardless you took care of them quickly and took the weapons back, which were now pathetically hanging off the side of your motorcycle.

You rolled your shoulders back and began you ascent up the stairs to get back into the manor, it would be best if you cleaned this up as soon as you could because god were you tired. You opened the door quietly.

“Please may no one be home,” you said to yourself repeatedly. Your brothers had a knack for getting rather loud when you came back with cuts and bruises, but you couldn’t blame them with all of their unresolved trauma and the fact that you, miraculously, happen to be the one Bat that hasn’t either died and came back or gotten beaten nearly to death, which you constantly held over them because damn in this business that’s more than just an achievement.

You successfully made it to the bathroom and pulled out the small medical kit and started working on the shallow wound, and right as you finished the shower curtain pulled back.

“Ahh!” You jumped back.

“Ahh!” Tim got into a defensive stance.

“What the hell are you doing in the shower?!"

"What the hell are you doing without a shirt?"

"I asked first!"

"You don't just sit in the shower to think?" You do, but you lock the door when you decide to do that. "Oh my god, did you get injured?!"

"No," you grabbed your shirt and hid the bandages that wrapped around your torso. You both stared at each other for a moment before Tim darted out of the bathroom. "Don't you fucking dare tell anyone, Drake!" You followed him out and ran into the worst possible person.

"Whoa, careful there, (Y/N), when did you get home?" Dick asks. Then he notices your bandages. "What happened? Who did you fight? Why didn't you call for backup? Where were you?"

"Oh my god, I'm fine, Dick," you walked past him and he caught up with you.

"Fine? Fine? You didn't even wrap that right, (Y/N)," Dick begins his lecture and you begin to tune him out right as you walked into your room and shut the door. Dick, knowing his boundaries, stood outside still lecturing you, and you walked out with a new shirt on and continued to ignore him while he shot you rapid fire questions. "At least answer my first questions, (Y/N)." You sighed, and without turning to him, said,

"Got grazed with a knife. Ran into some burglars that for some reason had alien tech. Didn't need it. Downtown," you answered his questions in succession while entering the kitchen, waving to Jason, who was getting a snack, and Tim, who was probably telling Jason about your predicament.

"Alien tech? And they didn't use it?" Tim asks.

"Exactly, they probably didn't know how to. But it doesn't matter, because I am very clearly fine," you reached past Jason into the refrigerator and pulled out a fruit cup.

"You're bleeding through your shirt," Jason points out. You look down and he was right. You let out another loud sigh and tear off a few paper towels from the sink and placed them under your shirt. "At least dress it right or you'll die from bleeding out rather than actually getting stabbed."

"Well, to be fair, if Tim didn't spontaneously pop out of the shower maybe I would have," you complained.

"You didn't lock the door?" Jason turns to him.

"There are ten bathrooms in this mansion, I didn't think anyone would go in!" Tim defends. "But that's besides the point! (Y/N), I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation. If they had alien tech then that knife could have been laced with something."

"Are you implying that I could have alien eggs in me?"

"Why's everyone screaming?" The youngest Wayne entered the kitchen. "I can hear you all from my room."

"Tim thinks (Y/N) got eggs implanted in her," Dick says quickly.

"No, no I don't. Besides, that's not how alien fertilization works."

"You know how alien fertilization works?" You couldn't help the contorted face you made at the thought of how he knew.

"You always do this when we call you out, (Y/N), the point is you could very likely have some kind of alien virus or bacteria inside of you that could quite possibly kill you!"

"Tim, I'm pretty sure it was a normal knife," you walked over to the pantry and took out a bag of potato chips.

"But, if what Grayson just told me was right," Damien cuts in. "How stupid could you be? Letting something as simple as a knife get to you?" He mocks.

"If you weren't a kid I would've punted you by now," you pointed at him with a potato chip and ate it. "Do I have to remind you about last week?"

"No," he scoffs. "But that's not the point. You're trained well enough to avoid bullets and you let a knife get close to you? How out of it were you?"

"I will admit that the alien guns that also shot Bruce did distract me a little."

"And you let them go free?!" Jason finally grasped the gravity of the situation. "What if they come back to find you because they're pissed?"

"Relax, I have them in the batcave," you waved him off.

"You could've been killed," Jason argues.

"Oh stop being so dramatic, Todd, I'm obviously standing here right now, aren't I?"

"One shot from any of those and you could've either been disintegrated or catapulted into another dimension," Tim adds.

"Or worse, completely debilitated and decommissioned," Dick continues.

"You could be dying right now and you wouldn't know it because of how dense you are, (L/N)," Damien was next. You continued eating your chips while they started to talk over each other, then you finally spoke up.

"Okay, I get it, I'll be more careful from now on," you spoke in a steady voice. "Now, I'm gonna go clean this up because I was so rudely interrupted by someone, and when I come back, this discussion will be over," you held your hand up to silence Jason, who was about to retaliate. Then you walked over to the kitchen door and pulled it off of its hinges.

You stood there for a good few seconds, staring at the door in your hands, and the ruined door frame. Then you looked back at the other boys, who essentially all had their jaws on the ground.

"Could she do that before?" Jason asked Dick.

"No..." the other shook his head.

"Alfred's going to kill me..." you laid the door against the wall. You reached for the water bottle on the side of the table and opened it, intending to chug the whole thing down to calm your nerves, but none of the water came out, instead the whole thing was iced over. "Uh..."

The kitchen was silent. You ran back to the bathroom and took your shirt off then the bandages, seeing that the wound had turned blue and had completely frosted over. The other boys followed you, their heads sticking through the door.

"I was right?!" Tim's voice echoed throughout the manor and you slammed your head on the wall behind you.