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I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part VII)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 3.2k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: sexual tension, suggestive stuff.

Notes: bonding chapter of this slow burn aaaa thanks again for reading :D

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Part VII: No More Doubts

When you left the motel early after a quick and dull breakfast, Ben was a pain in the ass as he kept asking question after question on the road. You knew he could just leave you alone but it wasn’t really something you’d like him to do. He was a fugitive, so were you. Soldier Boy knew better than that and he only had to stay by your side as much as he hated the idea. The only thing you could truly answer was that you were driving to a safer place. At least you were hoping it was. When you pulled the car after driving hours between the grove, Soldier Boy was waking up from his nap. You thanked heaven for that.

“We’re here,” you announced, turning off the engine.

Ben stirred on his seat, taking in the view of the house and nature and got out of your car, following you to the front door. He couldn’t help but to look around in somewhat awe. It was a large cottage-style house decorated with earth tones, great walls and columns. The place was surrounded by countless trees, making the weather bearable and somewhat nice due to the hidden location. The leaves climbed on some of the windows and the plants and flowers rested on the ground perfectly neat. He assumed you came here often. But it wasn’t really the place you used to come by and sleep every single day. It was too far away from the facility. As you unlocked the door, Ben followed inside, not without taking a last glance at your surroundings. No homes were near, nothing was to be seen. Only you and him inside this big fucking house.

The indoors were no different from the impression he got first. The decoration, the expensive sofa where you threw the sports bag, and the paintings and pots all over the place were saying you were rich. Of course, a fucking rich whore you were, he thought to himself. And he wondered where your real place was located.

“So, I’m gonna show you a guest room and then around, please don’t screw my house,” you said, giving him the sports bag.

“Got something to drink?” he asked, a smirk plastering on his face as he stepped closer to where you were standing.

“Water I do.”

Ben chuckled for a bit, eyes not leaving your face. “You’re so fucking boring, you know?”

“Yeah, well, alcohol is not really an important supply. Just follow me and maybe I’ll get you some later,” you said, turning around to get to the stairs.

You knew he did as you asked when his big steps echoed around the place. Once you were on the second floor, you motioned him to the next room a couple of feet away from yours and gave him directions about the bathroom and the manners. If he was going to be in your place, then he had to behave.

“I told you already, I’m not a fucking animal,” he complained after hearing your orders.

“Sure,” you dragged the word, eyes narrowed. “Because last night you were so civilized in the bathroom.”

He scoffed and then chuckled. “Did I get too loud?”

“You fucking tell me,” you replied with a much annoying smile on your face to match his own.

“Could’ve joined me. We’re not patient and doctor anymore,”

“No.”

Just as the last word fell off your lips, your phone rang. Quickly you took the call, realizing it was Grace. You left Soldier Boy in his room and walked down the stairs a little too fast.

“You made it?” she asked on the other line.

“Yeah, arrived just minutes ago,” you answered, checking the stairs in case he followed. “Where are you, Grace?”

“That doesn’t matter. I have something for you.”

“Okay, tell me.”

“I will text you an address and an hour. Today. Don’t miss it.”

Your phone buzzed, announcing the information had arrived.

“I won’t.”

“I’ll keep calling through different phone numbers. Do what you have to do to complete the cure,” she said, like if she knew what was happening between both now.

Soldier Boy was unbearable but you had to keep him on track. Luckily, you were back home again and you’ll be working on the Anti V soon, praying the last bits of information and results of the last test were there for some reason.

“I’m doing my best,” you sighed.

Grace hummed.

“Good.”

“Any updates so far?”

Ben’s smooth voice woke you up from your daydreaming while you sat together in the dining room.

You had been able to make something quick for lunch after Grace called and you found yourself all jittery and tense, hoping Soldier Boy wouldn’t notice. But he did sense something different from you. So he kept insisting on what was going on.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, taking the last sip of water from your glass. You avoided his eyes, looking away.

He rolled his eyes and narrowed at you. “Has your office contacted you?”

You shook your head.

“So they’re dead,” he said. Not asking, but affirming it.

A heavy sigh left your lips, your eyes going back to his harsh ones. “Leaving was the best.”

“Who’s that you keep in touch with?”

“What?”

Ben groaned slightly before snapping back with a low voice. “C’mon, Y/N. You called yesterday on the road, and now you receive a call. Who the fuck is it?”

His question is not just an inquiry anymore. He’s demanding to know. But you also know he hated Grace Mallory for putting him to sleep again, confined to a chamber where he’d be a trophy for the government to do whatever they wanted, how they wanted. Until you appeared, offering him empty words. Just like everyone.

“My superior.”

Your answer hit him like a truck. He knew it was Grace, but he didn’t like hearing it from you.

The truth was, Ben didn’t like you… Not that much. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t. Sometimes he wanted to kill you, sometimes the small common sense he still had on his head would say you’d be better alive. He had been thinking of going away, but not he didn’t really want to. He knew you had been working with Grace, he was no idiot. So maybe staying close should get him even closer to Homelander and Vought. He also thought of Ryan back in the cell you had put him in. He was so damn afraid Ryan would become like his father. And since the brat has been protected before by many people, finding would not be easy. That’s where your contacts and network would be a help to him. He was hoping to find something at your place to find them and the information he craved.

“Right,” he said, alarmingly calm and quiet. He took the last bite of pasta on the plate and swallowed down in silence under your gaze. You didn’t know what else to say.

“So, these powers of yours,” he continued, drinking the last sip of juice. “How’d you get them?”

“Why do you want to know?”

He shrugged. “I mean, they’re pretty fucking useless against me,” his words made you chuckle. Of course you knew that. “But I’m just wondering if you’d be with them.”

Your face turned back to a somber demeanor. “The Seven?”

He gave you a nod.

“Well, it’s not like all supes dream of that,” you uttered. “I just wanted to be normal.”

Ben raised a brow at your sudden confession. “Someone exploded everyone’s heads at the CIA. Sorry to say, sweetheart, but you suck at being normal.”

“Yeah, details I have to work with.”

“I take it you never went to them,” he continued and saw confusion on your face. “Vought.”

The word made you shudder for a slight moment, and you quickly tried to collect yourself to avoid him noticing.

“No, I never did.”

He scrutinized your eyes, hearing the poor increase of your heartbeats. They were enough to tell him something was wrong. But he decided to play along, so he nodded and gave you a rather compassionate look.

“Must be thankful they didn’t fuck up your life then.”

He had no idea.

You had parked the car outside an abandoned gas station; it was one of the nearest grocery stores to your home years ago. The now wasteland was almost two hours away, with a gas station around ten miles elsewhere. You had been waiting for Grace outside the car, leaning against the hood. Bored, you checked your phone again. When you arrived it was already past three o’clock. When twenty minutes went by, you wanted so badly to drive and get inside the next store you see and buy yourself food and supplies enough to survive a week or two with the idiotic supe now staying at your home. Grace said would be calling through a different phone but you received no calls so far. You’ve been waiting for more than an hour and the drive home wasn’t going to be shorter. Suddenly another car came into sight, pulling over near yours. Two men came out of it.

“Doctor Y/N?”

The stranger with the unknown voice and a weird accent caught your attention. Soon, you found the two tall men standing in front of you in the parking lot.

“We’re here on behalf of Grace Mallory,” the man continued.

He wore a long dark trench coat, looking rough and intimidating. The total opposite to the younger one, who gave you a kind smile once your eyes settled on him.

“How-”

“We have something for you,” the younger man continued. “I’m Hughie. Hughie Campbell,” he introduced himself, giving you a hand and fixing the backpack on his shoulder with the other one. You took it after a moment of hesitation. “He’s Billy Butcher, we’ve worked with Grace before.”

You nodded. “I thought she was the one coming.”

“She’s not in shape for that,” Billy answered. He realized your face changed at his words and quickly explained himself. “Vought’s cunts are looking for her, not safe.”

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. “Great, awesome. So what do you have for me?”

“We, uhm, we made it to your facility and thought these could do some help,” Hughie took out a pouch and gave it to you.

With trembling hands you opened the pouch and sighed in relief. Five test tubes of the Anti V prototype were laid there. “You found them.”

“And we found a little bit more,” Butcher continued. “Victoria Neuman exploded the heads of your employees back there. We believe Vought had been sneaking and getting spies for themselves.”

“Victoria is a supe,” you voiced out. “A supe is running for vice president…”

“Yeah, long story,” Hughie commented. “She’s obviously linked with Homelander and Vought. Everyone was dead when we arrived; lab assistants, guards, agents, the supes… We believe her mission was to just let you and Soldier Boy out, besides stealing information about the cure you’re working on. Probably to give it to Vought.”

“Anything weird happen there before the attack?” Billy asked, not giving you time to swallow Hughie’s words.

“Uhm, yeah. Actually my lab assistant… She tried to warn me and, well, she was crying and asking me to leave. I didn’t know why until her head just- you know…”

You choked a little with your words. The picture of her body and the last seconds of her life were all you got. Everything was equally horrible that day.

“I’m sorry,” Hughie whispered.

“It’s fine,” you cleared your throat. “And I assume you didn’t find anything else? Information? Files?”

“Computers were destroyed. No files. No info. Nothing,” Butcher answered. “Grace says you’re the leader of the project. You have copies, right?”

“Why everybody keeps fucking asking me that? Of course I do!” you almost yelled, eyes full of rage staring at him.

“Easy there, doc,” Butcher lifted up his hands in surrender. “We just wanna get rid of those cunt supes as much as you want. Nothing wrong to make sure.”

“Well, I do have them,” you replied with a cocky smile. “Thank you very much for your concern, Adele.”

Butcher rolled his eyes, sharing a look with Hughie before switching his attention back to you.

“Yeah, sure you do, luv.”

It was already seven o’clock when you arrived home with supplies and food. Ben, as usually, acted like a fucking caveman claiming he was hungry and you had to act like the housewife, serving him a fucking hamburger and a glass of wine. That was the only liquor you bought. Despite his complaints, his hunger was greater and he devoured the greasy food with no table manners at all.

“You could chew your food like a fucking human being, you know,” you said, eating the last french fries you had.

He turned his eyes to your face, pointing with his finger. “You were gone for like five hours.”

“So? There’s fruit in the fridge.”

Ben narrowed his gaze, like if he had been offended.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to serve something for yourself,” you teased. He didn’t say a word, and you giggled. “That’s fucking pathetic.”

He leaned towards the dining table, eyes locked on yours. “No, you just don’t know your fucking place, woman.”

“I just saved your life, Ben. At least say thanks,” you beamed, having too much fun by seeing him upset for mundane things.

“No, you didn’t.”

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your wine. “Fine. I didn’t. Let’s go past this and start over. If you’re gonna live here, for now, then you’ll have to learn how to respect me.”

His brows raised. “I thought I already did.”

“Offering yourself to fuck me in a cheap motel is not respectful, Soldier Boy.”

“Well, I didn’t try anything, did I?” Ben finished his sentence at the same time he finished his dinner.

He waited for a smart comeback from you but it never came. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and a stupid grin appeared on his lips. “Unless you want to.”

“No, we’ve been through it. My answer is still no.”

“Then, mind to fucking tell me if you found something by now?”

He changed the topic swiftly. His playful demeanor switched immediately and you sighed, knowing he might have to hear anything to keep him down.

“You’re in danger.”

“I’m the strongest supe ever, that doesn’t make any damn sense,” Ben scoffed.

“Listen, we need to hide from Vought. Hide and not leave a trace, because now I’m involved with you and they’re absolutely looking for your ass,” you gave him a stern look as you went on. “If I fall, you go with me. And if you fall, then I don’t know if they’d still want me. But you’ll be fucked anyway.”

Ben nodded. In his mind, it didn’t sound like a bad plan. In the end, that’s what he wanted; to get closer to Vought and Homelander to get over with them. The world didn’t deserve those fuckers. And as much as Homelander was created with his own DNA, he knew better than to let a scum like him walk around the planet. You already gave him something, a clue. He had to play along for now. If they took you in first, then he might probably bargain to be him instead. It was only fair. He was the one that mattered anyway.

“Okay, I get it. I’ll stay here. But I don’t want those fucking therapies anymore,” he expressed, his gaze not moving away from the surprised look on your face. “Understand?”

You blinked a couple of times, shifting on your seat and chuckling under your breath. “It’s fine, believe me. I can’t stand you more than you do.”

Ben held your gaze, daring you to try something else. Instead, you smiled and got up and took your empty dishes to the sink. His eyes followed your moves, focusing on your small shorts and the softness of your legs. And you knew he was definitely checking you out when you talked.

“By the way, you’ll have to help me wash the dishes.”

He stood up, plates on his hands and walked behind your figure, putting them on the sink as you opened the faucet. His arms surrounded you once he did so and you flinched a bit. Ben smirked, feeling the reaction of your body trapped against his.

“Get away,” you ordered in a whisper, unable to move.

“I’m helping you, Y/N,” he breathed your name against your neck, his hand wrapping on yours gripping on the edge of the sink.

The only sound now was his hot breath on your skin and the water flowing. You quickly turned the faucet off, but you didn’t try to push him away.

It was the second time during the day he had said your name, ever. And you wouldn’t deny it sounded fucking delightful. He had only addressed you as his ‘doctor’, but now it was different. Though, you didn’t want to give into him. He was a huge douchebag and you were basically forced to spend time with him, in your home, without really wanting him there. You felt his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck, and the primal part of you yearned for his touch, but the rational one won over and you freed yourself from his arms.

“Stop doing that,” you warned once you were face to face. His eyes were dark already and had a sparkle you knew too much since the day before.

“Alright,” he nodded.

“Just- let’s just wash these. I want to sleep.”

With a tired sigh, you walked down the basement. It was already midnight and Ben was locked inside his room, probably jerking off or something since you, once again, rejected him in your kitchen. Inside the dark room, you found the metal door that let you inside the bunker and unlocked it with the code. When you stepped in, you made sure to turn on the power and lights that illuminated the room and the small lab in the back. The computers started to run and you sat down on the main monitor, leaving the pouch with the Anti V tubes on the side of the desk.

Yeah, you might have told Butcher and Grace you had copies of every detail of the project. But you were afraid of the last stuff you discovered just before the attack. You knew well how the information was protected and encrypted, but it didn’t really assure you the profile of Solaris would be there. He was the first and last supe who had his powers off for a couple of hours at least and the feeling of losing it all had been eating you the last few hours after meeting with Grace’s messengers.

It took you a while to decrypt the system, something you had been already used to doing every time you got there to keep working on it, just to make sure no one would steal it. Hopefully, Vought hadn’t discovered it before destroying the facilities, you thought. And after a while, you found the last updates of the last test your team ran. Solaris profile and test was there. Not just in written letters, but the footage of the test and the exact formula that was used too. Now, you were so lucky.

“Well, thank you, Bianca. Wherever you are,” you whispered to yourself and took a tube from the pouch the men gave you earlier. You had a busy night ahead.

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tcwmatchmakingau · 1 year ago

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Third Time’s the Charm

Captain Rex x Gen!Reader One-Shot

Summary: The war is over, and the Republic has won. Rex signed up for a matchmaking service and you’re meeting for a third date. Basically just Rex fluff and him being nervous and awkward lol.

Rating/Warnings: SFW with kissing, making out, slight suggestiveness.

Word count: 1800-2000ish

Author’s Note: This is a two in one, baby! Not only is it a submission the the Clone Matchmaking AU @tcwmatchmakingau (pls read the other fics that have been submitted!) but also a prompt from @freesia-writes ! The prompt: “kiss me again, but- mphh" from the kissing prompts list. Idk how I feel about this one but I gotta get it out of my drafts.

Please enjoy and reblogs/comments are always appreciated. I just want to kiss Rex, okay? 💕

Rex was pacing, his nerves almost completely shot. He checked the time every few seconds, subtly breathing into his palm to make sure his breath didn’t stink. He smoothed out his civvies, hoping they weren’t too wrinkly.

Shockingly to Rex, you had agreed to meet for a third date.

He was excited, yes. But also incredibly nervous.

Rex liked you.

A lot.

Rex never thought he’d get this far.

He didn’t know what to expect when he reluctantly accepted the first date match from Right to Love Matchmaking Service.

Rex had heard about it from some of his brothers but wasn’t sure it was for him.

Who would want a washed-up soldier? He also knew nothing about dating. Sure, he’s had a few quick flings and stolen kisses in the back of 79s when he was a cadet. But now, the thought of putting himself out there, looking for something serious while having strangers match him with another stranger… sounded like a recipe for disaster.

On the other hand, now that the war was over, companionship did sound nice. And a few of his brothers have had success with the service…

He continuously tossed around the idea, a few times half-filling out the Holonet application before deleting it, the fear of the unknown getting the best of him.

Rex even walked by the building once, Right to Love flashing in neon lights, almost stepping inside before his nerves sent him in the other direction.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago, when Fives and Echo invited him to a “boy's night out” for drinks, that he was convinced.

Or more like the alcohol did the convincing for him.

One drink turned into two, then three, and somehow the conversation switched to the matchmaking service.

Both Fives and Echo had girlfriends now, having met through Right to Love.

Rex has met them a few times, and they did seem like good partners, and Fives and Echo were happier than he’d ever seen them.

He was proud of them for moving on from the war and finding happiness. Rex couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy sometimes, wondering if he’ll ever get to experience that, too.

Rex mentioned how he’s been thinking about signing up for Right to Love, and that’s how they persuaded him to fill out the digital application right there with them at the bar.

“Aw c’mon Rex!” Fives clapped Rex’s shoulder. “You should try it out. Anyone is lucky to have you!”

Fives took a large swig of beer, slammed it down, and pulled out his datapad.

“The application is easy. I don’t know how they do it, but they work some kind of magic. My girl is perfect, the woman of my dreams. I don’t think I would have ever found someone like her without them!” Fives shoved his datapad over to Rex, wiggling his eyebrows. “You don’t even have to go in person. Let us help you, vod!”

A few more sips of liquid courage later, Rex was pressing submit on his application while Fives and Echo cheered him on.

The rowdy night continued, and Rex quickly forgot all about it.

Rex didn’t remember he followed through until the next morning when a notification chimed on his terminal.

He woke from his deep sleep, still recovering from the night before, reading the message with blurry eyes and a headache.

Dear Rex,

Thank you for choosing Right to Love Matchmaking Service, where everyone deserves the right to companionship!

We have received your application and are processing your submission.

A matchmaking representative will be reaching out to you shortly. Have a wonderful day!

Rex’s brain almost short-circuited, the hazy memory of Fives and Echo helping him fill out the form coming back to him.

Those kriffing di’kuts!

Rex panicked momentarily, not sure if he was ready for this. But he thought of how happy his brothers were, and maybe it was finally time for him to step out of his comfort zone.

Rex commanded battalions alongside Jedi in life-or-death situations, and yet here he was, afraid to go on one singular date.

To Rex’s surprise, the whole process was easier than expected. The representative that reached out to him was nice, eased some of his worries, and answered all the questions he had. At the end of the conversation, the representative said they already had a match for him.

You.

To his even greater surprise, your first date went fine.

Fantastic, even.

Rex was an anxious mess leading up to meeting you in person, but you were kind, patient, compassionate, everything he would want in a partner.

It was almost like this matchmaking service did its job.

The next morning after your first date, you comm’d him asking to meet again, saying you had a good time.

Rex responded immediately with a resounding yes, hoping he wasn’t coming off as too desperate.

Your second date was even better than the first, learning more about one another, and you talked for hours.

You both hadn’t realized how late it had gotten and completely lost track of time. The restaurant you met at for lunch was now finishing up the dinner rush, you two the last ones in the eatery.

Rex walked you back to your apartment, and you hugged him as you said good night.

Maker, he couldn’t stop thinking about the hug. How warm and soft you felt against him. How he could smell the faint floral aroma of your shampoo. How your eyes shined as you whispered good night. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, Rex was completely smitten.

He was feeling the pressure now, waiting for you to meet him in front of the Coruscant Botanical Gardens where you planned to meet for your date.

Rex was low-key fretting about what came next. Another hug? Maybe holding your hand? A kiss?

Rex swallowed thickly.

He wanted to take things slow and didn’t want you to feel pressured into anything.

If a quick hug from you made him feel this good, he couldn’t even imagine what a kiss would be like.

He could feel his palms begin to sweat. Before he could spiral anymore, he heard his name.

You were walking toward him, a large smile on your face.

“Hey, Rex!” You waved, stepping up to him. You stopped, hesitating for a moment. Little did Rex know, you were having the same thoughts. Maker, he’s so handsome, I want to kiss him! I hope he wasn’t weirded out by the hug from a few nights ago…but he agreed to meet me again so I guess I didn’t scare him off…

“I’ve lived on Coruscant my whole life, and never been to the gardens. Funny how that happens sometimes.” You laughed.

Rex nodded stiffly.

“I’ve never been here, either. But I’m glad we can experience it for the first time together.”

You blushed at his words, Rex’s ears feeling hot at his admission.

You smiled again. “Me too, Rex. Shall we?”

The gardens were huge and seemingly endless, growing flora from hundreds of planets. Rex was able to point out some, recognizing them from the war. He was well-traveled because of it.

You enjoyed hearing him speak of his past, his brothers, and the sometimes downright insane feats he was involved with during the war.

Your conversation was always easy, like you’ve known one another for years. You couldn’t believe how perfect he was and how comfortable you felt around him.

Was it too good to be true, though?

You wandered for a while, keeping up conversation. You eventually sat on a bench in a massive greenhouse, admiring the lush greenery around you.

You were silent for a few moments, Rex wondering if this was his chance.

He wanted to kiss you. He was going to ask you. He was a soldier, no, a Captain, dammit! He should have the courage to do this!

Rex took in a breath, knowing he had to get over his anxiety and just take the leap. It was now or never.

You heard Rex’s inhale and you felt worry stir in your gut. Here we go, he’s going to tell me he doesn’t want to meet again. The classic “it has been really fun but…”

“I’ve…enjoyed our dates.” Rex turned to you. “And I’ve enjoyed getting to know you. So, thank you.”

You raised your eyebrows, meeting his gaze, surprised at his comment.

“Rex, you don’t have to thank me. I’ve been enjoying them too. I like you a lot.” You fidgeted a little, blushing. Maybe I didn’t screw things up!

You took your own breath, continuing.

“I didn’t know what to expect when I signed up for the dating service…I went on some bad dates a while back and was kind of fed up with it all, you know? But I’m glad I took the chance on you.”

Rex felt some confidence rush through his veins. “Really?” He asked.

“You’re easy to talk to, kind, a good listener. Not to mention a complete gentlemen. It’s hard to find that.” Your cheeks were hot at your own words, suddenly too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“I like you a lot, too.” Rex’s voice was low, and you felt something brush against your hand on the bench, looking down, and saw Rex’s hand barely touching yours.

You moved your hand closer, and Rex took your hand in his. You thought your heart might leap straight out of your chest. His hand was calloused, yet warm. Comforting.

“You’re brilliant, remarkable. Not to mention the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I…I’m so happy I met you.”

“Oh, Rex…you mean that?” You’ve never had a man say those words to you with such sincerity.

“More than anything in my life. Can…can I ask you something?” Rex was almost whispering. You nodded, eyes wide, wondering what he wanted to say next.

“Can I kiss you?” Rex was gazing right at you, his heart pounding in his ears.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, entwining your fingers with his. You couldn’t keep the grin from spreading on your face, and Rex saw how your features lit up like the Tattooine suns.

“Yes…Rex. I thought you’d never ask.”

Rex could see the colors of the bright flowers that surrounded you in your eyes as he leaned toward you.

Rex stopped centimeters from your lips, bringing his free hand to tenderly cup the side of your face. Your breath hitched at the gentle gesture, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as he shyly brushed his lips against yours.

For Rex, the world melted away. Did he die and go to heaven? Because that’s how he felt when your hand moved to his shoulder, your unbelievably soft lips pressing back into his in a chaste kiss.

All of his anxieties dissipated, forgetting why was so nervous about this date in the first place, all he could think about was you and how lucky he was in this moment.

You pulled away after what could have been hours, your eyes hooded, looking up at him, smiling, realizing you were still holding hands.

“Rex…” The way his name fell from your lips, husky and almost sensual, ignited a fire in him. He wanted to hear it again and again.

Rex released his hand from yours, bringing it to your other cheek, cradling your head with both his hands now with such reverence you thought you might faint.

“Was…was that ok?” He murmured, wanting more, but didn’t want to push your boundaries in any way.

“Yes…kiss me again, Rex. Pleas-mph!” Rex quickly slid his mouth against yours, still cradling your head as your arms wrapped around him, your words cut short by his lips.

The kiss was deep, passionate, just like him. You sighed against his mouth, Rex using the opportunity to sweetly lick your bottom lip, politely asking for entrance.

You eagerly obliged, excited by his newfound confidence. His tongue entered your mouth, eliciting another satisfied sigh from you and a groan from Rex. Your body to trembled against his in fervor, feeling his muscles flex under your hands.

Your lungs began to burn, needing oxygen but not wanting this kiss to end.

Your mouths moved as one, gripping one another like you were the last two people in the Galaxy.

You let out a small whine as Rex pulled away, both your lips swollen from the intensity, your faces flushed and your bodies on fire.

“Wow…” was all you could mutter, as Rex’s hands fell from your flushed face. “That was…”

“Incredible?” He mumbled. You nodded in agreement, leaning into him. Rex wrapped his arm around you, still seated on the bench.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since we first met,” Rex admitted, his thumb slowly caressing your arm.

You were quickly turning into mush seeing this new, romantic side of Rex emerge.

“Me too.” You couldn’t help but giggle, giddy at what had just taken place.

Rex brought you into him, embracing you in a hug, silently thanking his brothers for making him take the plunge and sign up for this dating service.

“I think we’ve seen enough plants for one day. Want to come back to my place?” You asked, nuzzling against his chest. “We could make dinner and watch a Holomovie?”

“I’d love to,” Rex answered as you looked up at him. “I’d really love to.” Rex hasn’t been sure about much since the war ended, trying to find purpose and meaning in a new Galaxy.

He was sure about one thing now, and it was you.

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mbakuetshurisprincess · 2 years ago

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Back to Black Part 3

AN: Hello my loves! When I say this is a fic I was worried would NEVER see the light of day cause it was rewritten so many times. Like me and her we have been going at it for months on end so I’m super happy to say it’s finally out. The love y’all have for this series is sooooo mindblowing for me, I wanna say thank you for all the nice comments y’all always leave it really does make my day. Last thing, you’ll notice I’ve got a gen taglist and then a BTB taglist, if you want to be on either please let me know!

Summary: After vowing to never step foot in Wakanda again, unforeseen circumstances bring you back and face to face with everything (and everyone) you left.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing and alcoholism.

Word count: 2,822

Part 1. Part 2. Masterlist. Taglist.

Suggested listening: What It Is (Demo) - Amy Winehouse.

“Relationship, dust and remains We resonate on different planes I could cut you down again If you was like all other men If you were like all other men I know that I could shut you down again“

You knew sleeping with Shuri was a bad idea, even if it was just for one night, but damn did you get some of the best sleep of your life. At first, you two lay on opposite ends of the bed, Shuri too scared to make the first move and you second-guessing what you were even doing in her bed in the first place. It went against everything you told yourself you were standing for, to crawl back into her bed with such ease.

The touching started slowly, despite the King sized bed, somehow both of you had made your way into the middle. Shuri’s hand reached out for yours, when they met and didn’t immediately pull away she thanked Bast for allowing her even this little pleasantry. Drowsy with sleep, drunk on emotions and the thought of how much you missed the good days, you interlaced your fingers and pulled Shuri closer.

Once she was a few inches from your body you let go of her hand and placed your whole arm above her. She looked at you for a moment before crawling into your arm, resting her head on your chest where she always did. You wrapped your arm that was above her around her waist bringing her body into you and she wrapped her free arm around your torso.

Shuri let out a deep breath, one that sounded like she had been holding it in for a long time, releasing all of her stress into you. Everything was quiet and you both assumed the other had fallen asleep despite each being consumed by your thoughts. You contemplated if this was setting you back from all the progress you had made over the past six months, sliding back into Shuri’s bed and willingly opening your arms to her. Isn't this exactly what you told yourself you weren't going to do?

Meanwhile, Shuri mulled over the gravity of the situation at hand. You, Shuri’s Y/N were back in Wakanda. Many a night had Shuri spent dreaming of this, the day that you would return and fall back into her arms. But this wasn’t what she had dreamed. No. You weren’t back in Wakanda under happy circumstances to rekindle your relationship, instead, you had been brought to her by the two people who knew her the best in a last-ditch attempt to pull her out of a depression. And there was no one Shuri could think to blame but herself.

You felt her shake beneath you slightly and looked down. She hadn’t seen you look at her as her eyes were closed but you stared at her long enough to catch a few tears glide out of her eyes. The moonlight of the room gave Shuri’s skin a bluish tint and the tears glistened on the surface of her skin.

“I am SO sorry Y/N.” She spoke softly but you could hear the pain in her words. “I have done this to us, I have damned us.”

You wanted to speak, to reassure her that she wasn’t the one who had done this to your relationship, but your mouth ran dry of words. You couldn’t lie and say Shuri wasn’t the one who caused this when deep down you knew she was. As Shuri lay there crying on your chest you fought back tears of your own, this wasn’t something one night of apologies could fix.

By the time you woke up, Shuri was still clung to your body, now fast asleep. You knew you needed to get up and make something to eat for the two of you but you wanted to savor this rare moment of calm before what you assumed would be an emotional day ahead. You had always thought Shuri to be beautiful but now in the early morning light, you took advantage of the time to gaze upon her sleeping face. Noticing the way her eyelashes curled up ever so slightly and how plump her bottom lip looked while it was poked out as she slept. The scene laid out in front of you was almost picture-perfect until you remembered the last time you had been in the room.

Frantically stuffing as many clothing items as you could into a tiny book bag and uploading photos and memories onto a flash drive. Knowing that at any moment if you were to be discovered attempting to leave, there would be one hell of an argument waiting for you.

Suddenly the feeling of Shuri’s arm wrapped around your waist no longer felt like a security blanket but like a weight holding you down. The scent that enveloped you in comfort when she finally laid on you, now made you feel like you were drowning in her and couldn't get out. Your brain couldn’t comprehend quickly you made the switch from vowing to never speak to the woman again to now clearly acting as a source of comfort to her. Especially in such a physical way, given everything she’d done.

Not wanting to stay much longer and cause yourself further emotional turmoil you slowly slid yourself out of her arms. You padded quietly over to your drawers and quickly picked something to wear of the things you had left here, deciding on just a simple pair of black leggings and an oversized white shirt. You walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, not wanting to disturb Shuri. Turning on the shower you washed all of your anxiety down the drain, lathering yourself in the fine Wakdandan soaps you had missed. You finished by lotioning and getting dressed in the outfit you had picked out.

You looked at Shuri’s sleeping body one more time before you left the room on the mission to figure out what you could cook. The kitchen that was attached to your wing was surprisingly not bare of real food, to your surprise. The fridge was stocked with fresh fruit, milk, and other essentials. And the pantry was filled with various types of flour and other baking needs.

You decided on making pancakes, grits, eggs, and turkey bacon with a fruit salad on the side. Before you started cooking you grabbed a water bottle and a few pain relievers from the cabinet and placed them quietly back on the nightstand in your room. Knowing when the Queen woke up she was going to have one hell of a hangover.

Your cooking had consumed so much of your attention that you hadn’t even noticed the sound of Shuri getting out of bed. You were chopping the last bits of fruit for the salad when you saw her appear in the doorway, hand shielding her eye from all the light that was coming in through the windows that lit the kitchen. She approached you slowly and you couldn’t tell if it was the hangover or her nerves.

“Thank you for the uh pain pills.” She stopped on the other side of the counter. “I can feel them starting to work already.”

Words once again didn’t come easy to you and you just nodded an “Mhm.” as you swept the strawberries into the fruit bowl. You both stood in uncomfortable silence for a moment before you finally spoke up. “We should eat before the food gets cold. I didn’t know how much of an appetite you would have so I just made your favorites.” The end of your sentence trailed off, how were you even supposed to know if these were still her favorites? What if they had changed in your time apart?

Shuri had been too busy trying to speak to you this morning to even notice the breakfast spread you had laid out on the dining room table. She looked in awe as you two walked over to the table, you setting down the fruit salad as the final missing piece. Shuri was overcome with gratitude at that moment, not only had you slept in her bed last night upon her request but you woke up the next morning and made breakfast for her. How could she of been so stupid to fuck this up?

Breakfast was quiet aside from the sound of utensils scraping across plates. Shuri ate like she hadn’t been fed in days and you imagined all of the alcohol had somewhat done damage to her appetite. You found yourself not that hungry, your mind could only think of the speech you had planned for Shuri as you cooked. When she had eaten the last bit of fruit from her plate she looked up at you and said “Thank you sthandwa, I really needed that.”

The sound of that pet name somehow brought warmth to your heart despite everything that she did. “I’m just glad to see you eat again Shuri, you don’t look like you have been.”

The young royal shifted in her seat and brought her eyes back to her plate. Even though she knew she had gotten thinner, after you left Shuri, her own personal health had become the least of her concerns.

You could tell your remark brought her some amount of discomfort and you knew part of it was a shame that the mistreatment of her own body had become apparent enough for others to notice. Not wanting to dwell on the subject any longer, you changed the topic, starting with the speech you had prepared. “I have done some thinking, Shuri.”

“Oh?”

“I’m only going to be in Wakanda for seven more days, no more than that. I was brought here to get you back on your feet and that’s what I’m going to do but I won’t sacrifice my life to do that.” The words came from your mouth with more confidence than you had anticipated but you weren't mad at it.

Shuri nodded, sensing there was more where this was coming from.

“I really don’t know what’s happened since I left Shuri, but I can tell you what’s not gonna happen while I’m here. No more drinking, that's gotta be the first thing you let go.”

Shuri helped herself to another serving of grits, “Okay.” She agreed, spooning the dish on her plate.

“And you need to at least talk to Okoye and Nakia about what's going on, no more shutting them out.”

Shuri repeated the soft “Okay.” just as she had before.

You pushed the serving of eggs around your plate preparing to say what you knew was going to be the hardest for her to go along with. “And Toussaint, you need to talk to him.”

The Queen started to protest but you cut her off.

“I don’t care what you say to him Shuri, I’m not saying you need to make amends while I’m here. But he deserves something from you at least, Nakia told me how much he misses you. You owe him a conversation at least.” You pulled yourself up from the table and gathered your plate before Shuri could speak. You made your way over to the sink and started washing off some of the dishes before loading them into the dishwasher.

The air stood still and felt stale as the young royal sat at the table alone, left with just your words. Sure she knew you were right, her drinking had become a vice she could no longer control but was too scared to reach out for help.

The way she had isolated herself from Okoye and Nakia made embarrassment course through her body, the two women who had never left her side and she couldn’t even return their calls.

And Toussaint, just the thought of her nephew feeling abandoned set her insides aflame with shame. In everything you said though there was one person you left out.

“And what about you?” Shuri asked with her back to you, you had to turn off the water to ensure that you’d actually heard her.

“What?”

She stood from her chair and brought her plate over to the sink where you stood. She stood on the other side of the dishwasher door, holding your eye contact. “You have said something about everyone that I have hurt except for yourself.”

You faltered for a moment as you took the plate from her hand and rinsed it off. “This isn’t about me.”

“Why wouldn’t it be about sthandwa? I hurt you just as much as I hurt them.” The honesty in Shuri’s voice was refreshing, she hadn’t been confused last night for something it wasn’t.

You closed the dishwasher and turned on your heels. “You need to focus on the people who are in your life, Shuri.” “Are you not in my life?” She questioned, following behind you closely.

“I’m not-” You sighed, pushing your hands through your hair. “I’m not in your life the way they are. Nakia and Okoye are in your life, I’m…”

Shuri took your stuttering as an opportunity and quickly placed herself in front of you. “You are what sthandwa?”

Her sudden presence in front of you made you nervous, now that she was looking less disheveled some of the familiar feelings surrounding her started to return. To calm yourself naturally, your hands found their way to the necklace Shuri had gifted you. Her eyes flashed down to your hands and she grabbed them instinctually, “I owe you just as much if not more of an apology.”

Your hands felt safe in hers, the way her thumbs naturally rubbed up and down calmed you. You couldn’t look at her, you kept your eyes glued to your hands. It all felt so right again. The buzz of your phone pulled your attention from her and snapped you out of your trance. You took a step back, disconnecting your hands from hers, and grabbed your phone from your pocket.

Toussaint has a tutor this morning, come over for mimosas. I want to take advantage of our time together, I have missed you sisi.

Nakia

Like a gift sent from God or Bast herself Nakia provided you and out from this conversation. “I should go.”

“We didn’t even finish talking.” Shuri contended, desperate to have you that close to her again.

“There isn’t anything else for me to say.” And with that, you made your way out of the bedroom, on a mission to see Nakia.

You sat on Nakia’s couch, the laughter between you two had died down after she explained to you Toussaint’s most recent antics. It was a comfortable silence but you had known Nakia long enough to know there was something on her mind.

“Alright what is it? What’s the question you’ve been trying to find a way to slip into our conversation.” You cocked your head to the side with a slight smile to ease Nakia’s nerves, letting her know you weren't mad.

She took a sip of her champagne flute. “I was that obvious?”

“Motherhood seems to have done a number on your poker face.”

“Hey!” Nakia feigned hurt at your response and you two laughed it off. “I hope it’s not too painful for me to ask but I wanted to know, what happened the night that you left? You didn’t even give me enough time to say anything before you were gone. It was all so sudden”

The slight pain in her voice wasn’t lost on you and you felt an ache in your heart remembering the way you left things. Nakia and you had built up a rather close bond while you were in Wakanda. You considered her a sister to you so hearing how much pain and confusion your departure caused her made you ashamed for not reaching out sooner. You refilled your glass of wine and were about to begin speaking when a knock at the door stopped you.

“Give me one second, I wasn’t expecting anyone else,” Nakia said to you as she got off of the couch to answer the door. You watched as she opened it, curious as to who would be coming by her wing of the palace this early in the morning.

Nakia was greeted by Okoye standing at her door, a bottle of champagne in one hand and orange juice in the other. Okoye looked over to you on the couch and back to Nakia, noticing that you both already seemed occupied in mimosas and probably conversation.

“Oh,” Okoye started. “I wanted to drop this off but I can see you are busy. We can reconvene later.”

“No wait!” You hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to Okoye yet and the energy between you two was still off. “I was going to tell Nakia about the night that I left, I would like you to hear too. Please.”

Nakia grabbed Okoye’s arm and pulled her inside the room, shutting the door behind her, effectively making the choice for Okoye. They made a pit stop in the kitchen to get an extra champagne flute before plopping down on the couch across from you, ready to finally hear what happened.

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amrass · 9 months ago

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RDR2 fanfic recommendations

I began this a month ago, then posted days ago, then realized marking posts as private makes me the only one who's can see them. Huh! So, I repost!

This is a spotlight with a handful of Ao3 RDR2 fanfics I enjoy. I got specific tastes, so this list has lots of Micah, and everything from gen fics to dead doves, randomly ordered. Please consider checking these out and give the writers some love. Chances are you have read a few already, but hey, you might find something new.

My Country has no Borders by Spacehat

You know the rare moment when a fic is so good it satisfies your whole need for a pairing or a character? Whenever I wanna read about Dutch, Hosea, a young Arthur, and Vandermorgan, I read this and boom, satisfaction. Literary level writing, masterful nonlinear time frame, and a spot on character analysis of Dutch.

Wagers of Sin by Spacehat

The first Morbell fic I read that made me go hallelujah. Power bottom Micah, confident and mischievous, a well endowed and hard ass Arthur. The humor and the smut work so well together, the banter is excellent, and it's less dark than MChnB, for a lighter taste. Many of my Morbell headcanons are from here, so if you like my work, you might like this, though I consider the style better than mine.

The Mule by jenny_of_oldstones

Funny oneshot with crack elements, about a race between Arthur on his trusty mule Rooster vs Micah on Baylock. A very good take on Lenny, intelligent and witty, potentially the future leader of the gang. Arthur is funny and cute. Micah is an asshole, and awful fun.

Vengeance is Hereby Mine by Delta_Meow

Crossovers do not get the attention they deserve, and this can be read without having seen the Dollars Trilogy (specifically A Few Dollars More, my personal favorite). There are three very strong leads - Arthur, Manco and Mortimer - with interesting relationships between each other, heaps of sexual tension, extensive horse knowledge, action, drama and a little American serial killer folklore! Also Micah owns the chapter he is in - very evil, very nice.

Red Dead Stuart Little AU by SourApplechips

This is a super cute and funny series, containing fics with the "everything is the same except one thing"; Micah is a rat, and John is a squirrel. There is an animated writing style that lends itself well to humor, a good eye for detail, a good grip on action and banter. I still seek these out when I am having a bad day. Also, it is interesting to note the connection between humor and horror, here: the writer masters both, which require a sense of timing and tension.

Here is a trio of dark fics within Morbell pairing, which are short or in their beginning, all ongoing. A lot of people only read complete fics, but supporting a writer in their journey can be so meaningful, so please give these a try: The World by SourApplechips (good take on the horror genre, top notch gore, excellent scenery details), Kindling Play by ohcmonjustdont (mythological, deeply poetic, and damn hot smut) and Idiotic Bull by zzzzzz01 (coiling dialogue and a good mix of violence and sensuality). I will not compare, but will rather point them out within a context of what honestly feels like a renaissance of Micah content. The characters feel like outlaws, the landscape - so clear in the game - is so present but conveyed differently, overall it is nice to see three unique voices emerge around the same time.

Nailed Her Pretty Good by SadomasochismTango

An unusual take on a Micah x random bathing girl fic, written from his perspective as an unreliable narrator with a strong dick game, making this deliciously dubious, but also is an excellent character study of him. This might be the piece on this list where the reader best feels Micah's age. He feels like a confident, creepy, forty year old outlaw. Also, the writer is a confirmed Tom Lehrer fan! Great!!!

Home in Damnation by SadomasochismTango

This is might be the darkest story on this list, so I'm hiding it at the bottom. This contains non-descriptive forced noncon incest in the Bell family, between grandfather and grandson. Still, this is tastefully done, direct but not crude, mixing extreme emotions beautifully. This is my favorite fanfic about Micah because it is so well written. If you can stomach the warnings I cannot recommend this enough.

(PS: If a writer for ever which reason wants me to remove their work from here, I will do it no questions asked and with no bad feelings. I think most authors are okay with being recommended, but it is completely okay not to be!)

#amras writes #amras recommends

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ao3feed-twiyor · 7 months ago

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The Tank and The Telepath

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/AHE6aug by TechnicalSupportAnimal [SPY X FAMILY READER INSERT] You against the world, as it’s always been…You’ve taken hit after hit and depsite it all you’re still here, arguably stronger and just waiting for the next blow…Until the world acted uncharacteristically and offered you something you’ve taken to calling hope— in the form of a pink-headed little girl that never stops suprising you and that you’ve vowed to keep safe. Just you and Anya against the world… …right? Words: 4063, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen, Other Characters: Anya Forger, Reader, Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Franky Franklin, Bond (SPY x FAMILY) Relationships: Anya Forger & Reader, Loid Forger & Reader, Yor Forger & Reader, Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Franky Franklin & Reader Additional Tags: SPY x FAMILY Manga Spoilers, im following both the manga and anime if I’m slow bear with me man, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, fem reader - Freeform, im sorry folks couldn’t help myself gn reader next time I swear, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, teen reader, Reader-Insert, reader says fuck!, reader has trust issues, Anya Forger Has Abandonment Issues, what a pair :), reader is also kind of a brat?, reader is a traumatized kid acting the way a traumatized kid acts, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Family Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Found Family, Tags Are Fun, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, First fic please be nice please read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/AHE6aug

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #twiyor #spy x family #sxf #loid forger #yor forger

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m1ckeyb3rry · 2 months ago

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Wait…hydreigon kinda goes hard (im biased because i like dragon types) but also if it can’t learn pursuit that’s a good amount of uprooting esp with the whole mega thing but it does give more avenues for the dragon on dragon hate crimes final battle stuff….this has me scratching my head LMAO hm

Wait that’s actually really don’t now that you mention it because I actually forgot Rin existed like we’ve even mentioned CHARLES in the pokemon au but not once have we felt the need to bring up Rin LMAOOOO

With those big ass chompers there’s no way raticate can’t…right…but LMAO karasus ptsd has him auto sending out garchomp like against readers joktik (imagine he LOSES LMFAOOOOO)

ANOTHER DIAGRAM YIPPEE wait on that note how do you imagine her hair color being like? Do you think she has that same fade Karasu (or ig Tabito LMAO) has? But your comments LMAOOOOO they always crack me up

AHAHAH hiori and Karasu pokemon swapping is so funny nidoqueen would fr be so good at helping Karasu with the daycare (also when I thought about teams myself way back when I lowk saw Karasu with a nidoqueen LOL) also wtf it can’t have eggs?? Ig that’s pokemon logic for you smh AIKU WINGMAN LMAOOO oaeu aiku pulling up the pokemon au is just an interconnected web of all the other miraverses

I love how the ridiculous scenarios can double as both really deep and serious but also crack like we talked about regarding wb it’s so tear jerking when you read but when you think simply you’re like wait he built a whole ass house instead of just trying to get her number???

Nagi making you a cup of instant coffee is his form of “marry me and stay with me for the rest of your life” LMAO I need some yuki fan who actively thinks of yuki tropes to come through and drop a req LMAOO but I was actually thinking that too like there’s quite a few types I wonder what Mira’s gonna choose

Pause imagine ponysonas for them LMFAO not to plunge myself back into mlp but I definitely occasionally see ocs floating around (probably because of the whole viral infection trend going around?) and some designs kinda slap

TABIEITA TRIANGLE wait that’d be so interesting but also means we’d have to split the duo up SHSHSHS ok but BAROU REPRESENTATION LETS GOOOOO your blog is fr a safe haven for Karasu fans we come here to escape the dudebros dragging him SJDHSJ imagine people think it’s supposed to be threesome they’d be in for a surprise but I think generally people know triangle means there’s competition for being the male lead and esp since you asked for second lead specifications that probably solidifies that…THE “haha…nice” HAS ME CRYING actually now that I look there’s a lot of pretty recent gen pokemon lowk more than I expected? Like fire dragon my first guess would’ve been reshiram or charizard x maybe im just too out of touch with the latest games

SHSHSH FR I looked it up like “WHAT IS THAT??” (Yk that one tiktok audio…oh my god… what IS that??? Yeah that one) ok im ngl wtf is scovillain I do NOT fw the design im sorry SHSSJJSHSHS “sae it is…” PLEASE real though omg have fun with that one LMAOO OOOH wait ykw is funny j actually thought “lmao what’ll happen if Mira gets a ness request” LMFAOOO Karasu ftw I saw those tropes too and agree that fic is gonna eat!! Very curious to see what those last three slots will be! I’m also kinda surprised Rin hasn’t found a home there yet

I SAW THAT POST AND THAT WAS MY FIRST THOUGHT I was looking at it and saw seabird and fr was like WAIT surely there’s not many fics names seabird (I also looked to see if any of your other fics were there too I was kinda expecting cherry tree but maybe they just read the sae fic on Ao3 and didn’t scour your masterlist) that seabird anon fr having a snowball effect LMFAO NOOOO STAY STRONG (I will hold you to that and laugh if you swerve but feel free to do the same LMAO)

- Karasu anon

HYDREIGON IS INSANE LIKE I LOWKEY LOVE IT i just think it’s so cool plus like the vibes of reader being this sweet looking girl and then she tosses out this villainous looking dragon vs nagi being all cold and intimidating but then his main pokémon is just a cuddly squishy pink blob of a dragon LMAOAO it’s so cuteeee plus lowkey since hydreigon are supposed to be super territorial and hate each other maybe aiku’s studying how much trainers’ feelings impact their pokémon?? and that’s why the two hydreigons are hesitant to fight even though it’s characteristic of the species (because reader and barou love each other #siblinggoals) also i think hydreigon would cook in the sense that there are some RANDOM characters that have pseudo legendaries when reader herself does not…like okay i can excuse nagi “main rival” and noel noa “the real number one” but KARASU??? CHIGIRI??? HIORI??? none of them have any business with pokémon like that /hj

okay wait i did a lot of reworking to make things work with hydreigon as a starter (it was not fun because pursuit is built on the barou cousins + houndooms bonds) but i just deleted it all because i realized that i didn’t need to…LMAO okay hear me out we keep houndoom as the starter and have the houndoom v houndoom family plot as well as the houndoom/arcanine parallels because i’m attached to that and houndoom is just iconic to reader at this point!! instead we change the two most irrelevant (sorry) members of her team: dragalge and donphan 😰 so the entire reason reader seeks out dragalge (as a skrelp) is because she needs a poison type to defeat pablo c because none of her pokémon are strong against fairies right…so replace dragalge with a nidoran that eventually evolves into nidoking (replace luna’s nidoking with muk or smth idk) and then you have a ground type on the team, making donphan (who’s only a ground type) irrelevant!! so then donphan can be replaced with hydreigon and that way the type composition of the team is still the same just spread out differently (instead of ground and dragon+poison it’s poison+ground and dragon+dark but the dark type is irrelevant because houndoom) but we get to keep houndoom and arcanine as the starters hehe…lowkey this makes reader’s and nagi’s teams correlate super well too like houndoom/arcanine, goodra/hydreigon, clefable/nidoking, snorlax/galvantula (they’re literal opposites in terms of size), reuniclus/gyarados, and whimsicott/aegislash SLDKJFN reader’s team is giving nagi’s team if it was evil (number one gender stereotype defying couple for LMAOOO yes nag does have all squishy cuddly pokémon and yes reader does have a team of monsters + one insect what about it)

HELP to be fair charles doesn’t show up until pursuit boruto but agreed we’ve fr discussed everyone BUT the itoshis lmaooo this is so on brand of us i’m proud…itoshis can have many things but they can NOT have pursuit ‼️

hm i think in bfb i described both karasu siblings as having hair like crow feathers?? where it’s still black but almost iridescent in a purplish greenish way i think i’ll stick with that in pursuit because purple hair is so not karasu LMAOO but that’s an explanation for why it’s drawn purple?? like it just looks purpley when the light hits it but it’s not actually purple…i think bfb also has yayoi with very very blue eyes whereas tabito’s are more of an indigo bordering on violet so i’ll probably stick with those descriptions!!

pokémon logic is so interesting sometimes LMAOO but agreed i feel like nidoqueen + garchomp are giving that one audio that’s like mama y papa HAHA like they’re def the ones running the place lowkey (imagine an ova that’s just nidoqueen and garchomp dealing with the baby pokémon) actually lowkey nidoqueen’s just glad to be away from swanna for a bit HAHAHA omg aiku channeling his oaeu self just to help karasu out LMAOO pursuit is actually just every other fic i’ve ever written but with pokémon and barou angst

NO YOU’RE SO RIGHT like when you actually think about it it’s truly the most ridiculous thing he could’ve done but when you’re reading it’s just angsty and hopeful and SLDKFJN all in one

nah because honestly just being in a relationship with nagi is basically him confessing his love because he’d never get with someone unless he was down BAD (@ peregrine reader)…too real though we need a true yuki stan to show us the light the way we show everyone the karasu vision

BRO I WAS LIKE DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE TABIEITA BEEF???? HELLO??? jkjk i love some good old angst (karasu in love with otoya’s gf and he knows he can treat her better but he’s just mediocre so she never looks his way af) but BAROU REP so real so important so necessary (and speaking of which…hehe smth’s abt to drop hopefully by the time you’ve read this you’ll know what i mean)…my blog is home for all karasu lovers and honestly real LMAO i’m happy to do it anything for my man 🤩 THE “haha…nice” IS SO ISAGI SOMEHOW I’M CRYING i think the vibe i’ll go for is reader doing increasingly insane things to attempt to confess meanwhile isagi is just determined to view things platonically and that way it’s still “unrequited” without being angsty yk?? more humorous than anything

the scovillain design is so ugly i was reminded of why i don’t get the new games DSLKFJSH anyways…yeah haha i technically did get a ness req but karasu for LIFE LMAOAO my fyp has been trying its best to convert me to itoshism i keep getting sae tik toes on my FYP and i’m like NOOO GET BACK I DON’T WANT HIM!!! agreed i’m interested to see what the last three slots are as well…i was lowkey hoping they’d fill up before i started writing so i can make sure not to repeat ideas but tbh i think the rest of the spots will only be filled once i’ve posted the first request or two for the event 🙂‍↕️ or maybe not we’ll see!!

HHAHAAH I WAS TAKEN ABACK LIKE SEABIRD??? MYYYYY SEABIRD?? i think all of their reqs are from ao3 and cherry tree isn’t on ao3 HAHA of my 500 event only seabird, the instrument, and the first part of fwtkac are also on ao3 (and then all of my long fics plus karasu’s bfb [not otoya’s] and freaky friday) so it makes sense that only seabird was included!! fr flattering either way but like…come on now y’all why does NOBODY know me for liking nagi 😭 sae fans and karasu fans after finding my blog not even realizing i’m a nagi fan first and foremost: 😛

#answered asks #pokémon au

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angelofdarknessss · 1 year ago

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Beautiful Sinner

Prologue: 1/2 Word Count: 7,808 Main Paring: Toko Fukawa x gen!neutral reader Summary: Upon coming into Hope's Peak Academy alongside a boy, you both encounter strange activities. Author note: This is a slow burn long-fic! Please keep in mind that the reader won't romantically converse with Toko at the very beginning! Next Part: Prologue 2/2

During your childhood, art was a big passion of yours.

You had a pretty good knack for drawing, hell at the age of 9 you were heavily skilled for your age. This didn't just mean you were good at doodling specifically; you knew how to paint, sculpt, and do digital pieces. Impressive for someone at that age.

You'd think your talent would be the Ultimate Artist, right?... sadly no.

Instead, you claimed the title of the Ultimate Hair Stylist.

How? Well... art was just a mere hobby according to your dad. He did agree you had a talent for art but, he was pushing you for your Ultimate to have some form of hair relation. He ran a popular hair salon in his area, and he wanted you to eventually run it by yourself when you were ready. Despite your possible artistic talent, he didn't care for it. You always argued with him on this, but it fell on deaf ears.

Before you obtained your current talent, your dad always taught you the proper hair products to use for certain hair types and when to use them. You weren't going to lie but taking care of your hair felt good. It wasn't a main interest of you at first but, it felt nice to get compliments for your healthy hair.

He took notice of this talent for hair styling, just like you were in art, you were very good at what you did. He made sure you were more than good, but rather perfect so you could one day get into Hope's Peak Academy. And surprise, you managed to get in.

After closing the salon one afternoon, your dad got a letter, except it wasn't for him it was for you. It was a letter from Hope's Peak Academy asking for your attendance. How could you say no? After all, if you manage to graduate, you're set for life!

If they scouted you personally, you clearly must be doing something right. You weren't the Ultimate Hair Stylist for nothing. Your knowledge on different hair textures and products guarantees your customers feeling satisfied with their new hair styles.

You contemplated on what outfit you should wear, but in the end, you figured you should go with your usual and more recognizable fit. It included a buttoned up short sleeved shirt with one side of the collar inside your shirt and the other side out messily. Along with a waist apron containing your basic hair tools such as scissors, combs, brushes, hair pins and a spray bottle. Followed by simple shorts, knee-high socks, and sneakers. Nothing too fancy but not to simple either, people will tell you in fact are THE Ultimate Hair Stylist.

Now, after years of working alongside your dad you stand before the school. You stand before a new chapter in your life. Before you took a step towards the gates, your thoughts were interrupted by a person.

"Ah! Wait a second!"

huh?

You turned around to see a boy jogging towards you with brown hair and hazel eyes dressed in a green and black sweatshirt, black jeans, and red shoes. He stopped right in front of you, trying to catch his breath. He gives you a friendly smile despite him panting like a dog.

You give him a confused smile. “Hello…?”

“You’re... the Ultimate Hair Stylist. right? Y/N L/N?” He manages to say while still attempting to catch his breath. You chuckle. “What gave it away?” You tease as you adjust your waist apron, containing the basic hair tools such as scissors, combs, brushes, hair pins and a mini blow dryer inside them. “Anyways, yes but I’m not taking any clients right now. Sorry.” You said, give him an apologetic smile. He puts up his hands. “Oh no! I didn’t mean that. I wanted to introduce myself I’m going here too.”

“Oh! Sorry! You must be one of the… reserve course students, right?”

His smile falters as he embarrassingly scratches his cheek. “Eh.. no. I’m an actual student here.” You hesitate to answer. “Oh. Sorry again hehe.. you just don’t look like someone I’d recognize to have an Ultimate.” You say, unknowingly sounding a bit ignorant. It did seem to bother the boy a little as he gave you a nervous chuckle before responding.

“Yeah... I understand that. I’m average.” He trails off before gathering himself. “Ah! I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Makoto Naegi!” He brings out his hand for me to shake, which I politely do so. “I would tell you who I am, but you seem to already know, Makoto.” I giggle. Makoto bashfully smiles. “Yeah, I hope that didn’t sound creepy, you’re pretty popular you know?”

“Oh most definitely. I don’t deny that. And hey, you didn’t tell me what your Ultimate was!” You point out. Makoto’s smile falters again. “Oh...right. It’s luck, that’s also ironically how I got in.”

“Oh really?” You playfully pat his shoulder. “You must be the luckiest person alive, yeah?”

Makoto laughs quietly at your lame joke. “Yeah, maybe.”

After a few minutes of conversation, you look at the gates of Hope’s Peak Academy, remembering why you came here in the first place. “So, Makoto... want to walk together inside with me? Might as well if you’re attending the school too.” You smile at him, and he gives you one back at you. “That would be nice.” With that, you both began to walk inside the gate and enter the main hall. You both took notice of how it was empty, it’s almost like we were the only two people in here.

Makoto looks towards the elegant clock in the corner, it showed 7:10 AM. “Man, were pretty early, aren’t we? The meeting starts at 8:00. I thought after talking to you for a bit the time would’ve passed faster but I guess not.” You said a bit disapprovingly as you crossed your arms. “I guess we were both wound up about our first day, I didn’t notice I came so early.” You shrugged. “I guess. We’ve got a whole 50 minutes to ourselves.” Makoto looks as if he got an idea. “Do you want to look around the school? Since were students here I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem. At least to pass time.”

“You know what, sure. I am curious to what else there is in this massive school.” He gives you a nod before beginning to walk alongside you further inside the main hallway…. Is what was supposed to happen. You were supposed to be taking the steps to your new life, your new future. As soon as you took that first step your vision began to blur, it began to twist into something unrecognizable. “Wha?! Mako… Makoto!... are you... do you feel…?!” You were unable to spew out the rest of your sentence before everything went black.

You thought you were brought to Hope’s Peak Academy because you were the Ultimate Hair Stylist, but rather you were brought to feel Ultimate Despair.

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“ugh…..ngh….what the hell..?”

You woke up with your head resting on top of a hard wooden desk. Your body feels heavy and sluggish, it felt as if you woke up from a nap that lasted hours. Wait this is very strange… where were you? You held your head up and started to look around. You seemed to be in a classroom but... when did you even get here? All you remember was taking a few steps inside the main hall of Hope’s Peak Academy with Makoto…. MAKOTO?! a hard realization hit your head like a brick.

“EH?! MAKOTO? WHERE ARE…..you?”

You quickly looked around and immediately spotted your new friend, Makoto, sleeping peacefully on the desk to the right of you. A sigh of relief escaped your lips, knowing that he was… okay... at least you hope so. You contemplated on even waking him up. He just looked so comfortable, and you didn’t want to disturb him… yet. For now, you decided to get up from your desk and investigate the classroom.

Your eyes catch the most noticeable thing in the room. The metal plates bolted onto where the windows normally are in a classroom. You walked up to one of the metal plates and knocked on it.

*Bang bang*

It felt extremely thick. Theres a low chance of that coming off for a good while. You found that odd, why was this even here? It’s like whoever put these here meant to prevent something from coming inside. But what?

Your eyes darted from the metal plates to the clock on the wall, which read 7:55. The meeting is at 8:00... which is in 5 minutes. There other students are probably already here by now, it’d be best to get out and see. But first…!

“ngh…what… where am I?” You turn your head to see Makoto groggily lifting his head from the desk A tiny puddle of drool can be seen on the desk along with a drool stain on his jacket sleeve. He spots you at the window. “Oh. Hey. I see you slept well.” You give him a small smile, obviously eyeing the drool coming from his mouth.

He notices this quickly wipes the salvia from his mouth with his sleeve with little blush forming on his face. He quickly composes himself afterwards. “Y/N! uh... when did you wake up? or well... how did we even get here...” He gets up from his desk and walks over towards you. A little wobbly no doubt because he had woken up a few moments ago.

“Honestly... I’m not sure how we got here.” You scratch your head confusingly. “The most logical explanation is someone knocked us out and brought us here but… why would they need to do that? I don’t get it.” The boy nods. “That can’t be it... why would anyone knock us out? Maybe we got to wound up and we passed out... then someone carried us here…?” You give him a look of uncertainty. “Doubt it. Very weird situation.”

The boy darts his eyes around the room curiously, doing his own investigation. He took notice of the large metal plates on the windows. He goes up to it and bangs against it.

“Odd... why would these need to be here?” He whispered to himself. Before you could respond he speaks up again. “It’s 8:00.” He states as he points towards the clock on the wall. “That means we’ve been here for an entire hour…the others should already here, we should probably head back to the main hall.” You just nod as a response.

With that, you and Makoto head into the hallway. You’re both greeted with a vibrant purple color on the walls and on the checkerboarded floor. It was an odd color choice. Makoto seemed to notice this and you both shared a look of distaste. “Who designed these the hallways? Jeez..” You said. This situation was getting stranger and stranger by the second.

You and Makoto headed straight ahead into the purple hall; two open doors caught your eye. That must be the main hall. “I think I found the main hall! This way!” You grab Makoto’s hand and begin to run but unintentionally drag him towards the open doors. “Ah! W-wait hold on!- “ His pleas went in one ear and straight through the other, the boy almost tripped a few times because of you.

By the time you two made it back to the main hall….. everyone was already there.

“Whoa, hey! More new kids?”

Before you could respond again, Makoto speaks up. “Huh? Then you guys are all…?”

“Yeah.. We’re all new here. Todays supposed to be our first day of class.”

“So counting them, that makes sixteen. Seems like a good cut off point, but I wonder if this is everyone...”

You couldn’t tell which voice was coming from who, you could only look as they stared at you and Makoto. Probably because you were just holding his hand like a kid... Anyways... these must be the Ultimate Students that had been hand-picked by the school itself. You thought there’d be way more than this considering it’s a school… maybe we are all in the same class together?

Makoto collected himself before speaking again. “um, how’s it going? My name-“ Before he could finish his sentence, you spoke.

“Hello! I’m Y/N, the Ultimate Hair Stylist!” You spoke up proudly, seemingly a bit too loud for the short haired hazel haired girl and the dark purple haired pigtailed girl as they flinched in response.

“…is Makoto Naegi….uh sorry we’re late. A bunch of stuff happened and then suddenly, we were just…asleep.” He states with a little irritation in his voice. You ignored that.

“Whoa, you too?” The boy with locs responded.

“Things just keep getting curiouser and curiouser…” Followed by the girl with large black drills. Those… seem fake. But you decided not to point it out as it would be indeed rude. “So strange… I declare beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is a strange situation indeed!” The nerd exclaimed.

“uh.. what are you guys talking about? We honestly have no idea what’s going on right now.”

“Just a moment! There’s something else we must address!” A boy with red eyes and dressed very formally spoke, a little loudly might you add. “um.. excuse me?” You and Makoto look towards the boy.

“Makoto! Y/N! Your tardiness is unacceptable! Surely you were aware the meeting was to start at 8 a.m. sharp!” You flinch at his volume. “To be late on your first day is unspeakable! I must report you, and you must accept your due punishment! I don’t know what you two were doing to be late but whatever it must be, it’s not acceptable!”

You were taken aback. What was this guy’s problem?

You scoffed at him. “Hey! Don’t point at us! We weren’t trying to late!...and what are you trying to insinuate!?” Makoto picked up on this and blushed lightly. “I-I’m sure that’s not what he meant!-“

“Everyone just calm down! Listen, why don’t we all go around and introduce ourselves?” The girl with a red jacket said happily.

“The hell!? Now’s no time for friggin’ introductions!” The boy with a pompadour exclaimed. “Maybe, but it may be good to at least find out who we all are before digging into the bigger problems here. I mean, how are we supposed to talk to each other if we do not know each other’s names?” You silently agreed.

“That’s a good point…” The hazel haired girl agreed as well.

“Okay, so let’s get introductions out of the way, then we can move on to whatever else. Sound good?” Stated the blue haired girl. You can imagine everyone else being just as lost as you.. so, this is a good place to start. You turned to look at Makoto.

“Hey, let’s meet up again after introducing ourselves to the others, okay? I’ll let you do your own thing for now.” You smile at him. He returns your smile. “Alright, that sounds good.” With that, you watch him walk over to the long blue haired girl almost immediately. Does he recognize her or something…?

Anyways you make your way to the first person you see, which just so happens to be that boy who called you and Makoto out on being late…Before you could say anything he starts to speak. “I’m Kiyotaka Ishimaru. I believe in bold simplicity! Let’s work together on our educational crusade! I am the Ultimate Moral Compass!”

Now that you’re closer to him, you should’ve known that he was the Ultimate Moral Compass just by observing his outfit. The white military-style uniform with the tall knee-high black lace-up boots screams strict. The red and bronze medal above his right chest was the cherry on top.

“I see. Nice to meet- “

“But anyway, you can call me Taka. You said your name was Y/N… the Ultimate Hair Stylist, right? What a lovely name and talent! You should thank your parents for giving you such an excellent name and helping you with your talent!”

“…How do you even know if- “

“And to keep that name from losing its value, you must devote yourself every single day...eh.. what are those around your waist?” He eyes your waist apron, containing your hair tools. “oh this? It’s my waist apron.”

“Not that! the tools inside it. Are those… scissors?”

You hesitated a response. “Uh… yes… along with combs, brushes, hair spray and a hair dry-“

“Your scissors…. are upside down!”

You give him a confused look before ultimately looking down towards your waist apron, he was right. The blades of your scissors were pointing right side up. “What…. Oh. They are.” That’s weird... you could’ve sworn you put them in there correctly before you left.

“That is dangerous! You can harm yourself or someone with those! Please fix it immediately!” He loudly spoke. You bite your lip to fight the urge to say something sarcastic, but you knew he was right. So, you decided to just suck it up.

“Right. I’ll fix that. Thanks Taka.” You give him one last small smile before leaving him. First impression of him. He’s really... intense and annoying! But... he seems alright for the most part.

Moving on from him, you spot that girl with the two long dark purple braids, round glasses and typical school uniform with a longer skirt compared to other uniforms. She looks at you but when you share eye contact, she looks away quickly. Probably shy, good thing you’re more of an extrovert than an introvert! This should be easy.

You made your way towards her while also simultaneously fixing your scissors; you took notice of her jittery nature. “Hey there! I’m- “

“I-I know who you are.” She said rather quickly. “Oh yeah! I introduced myself already.”

“T-that’s not what I meant!” She responded with a bit of attitude. “I meant I k-knew who you were beforehand…”

“Oh?... ah that’s right! I forget that I’m popular sometimes.” The girl just scoffs, muttering something under her breath “Yeah right…...”

“Sorry, what was that?”

She looks at you momentarily before breaking eye contact again. “Nothing. Anyways n-not that you’ll remember my n-name but... I’m T-Toko… Toko Fukawa… the Ultimate Writing Prodigy.”

“A writer huh? That’s an interesting ultimate.” Toko scowled at you. “W-what’s that supposed to mean? Do you think my u-ultimate I-Is some sort of joke?” She points at you accusingly. You put your hands up to your chest defensively. “Eh?! no! That isn’t what I meant at all!”

“L-Liar! You m-must see me as some worthless worm! Y-you think you’re b-better than me?”

You huff irritably. “Again, no! I meant it as a good thing! What the hell?!” Toko narrows her eyes at you before responding shortly after. “Sure w-whatever… I’m used to it anyways. If you’re done m-mentally tormenting me, can you leave now?”

Sheesh, talk about an inferiority complex. Crazy girl.

You sigh tiredly. “Uh... yeah sure. I’ll see you around Toko, okay?” She muttered under her breath, something along the lines of ‘just go already...’ as she occasionally eyed your waist apron with a worrying look on her face. Hope she doesn’t try to stab me with my own tools! Probably should watch out for that.

You turn to your left to see Makoto and the blue haired girl again, still talking to each other. Man, it’s been like... five minutes at the max! A bit too long for introductions, right? Taka seemed to notice this and scolded them for ‘wasting valuable time with their ridiculous back and forth’. They both looked a little upset, specifically the blue haired girl as she apologizes while walking off elsewhere. You felt a little bad, but he was kind of right... again. Maybe you’ll talk to her later.

As for Makoto, he sighs but ultimately walked off and continues to introduce himself to the other students. Guess that’s your cue to keep going, time is valuable after all.

“Yo! What’s up?”

“Huh?”

Your eyes locked onto an orange haired boy standing in front of you. He had a few piercings on his face along with some rings on his right knuckles and a necklace. His outfit overall wasn’t anything special but it can be recognizable. But what’s with the goatee?.....and that random pin on his jacket—

Helloo? Anyone thereee?” He looks at you straight in your eyes, you didn’t even notice you were staring for a good few seconds before responding.

“Ah! Sorry. I was just thinking. Anyways, what’s your name?”

“No problem. I’m Leon Kuwata, Ultimate Baseball Star!” He gives you a laid-back smile. “You’re… uh…what’s your name again?” A chuckle escapes your lips. “You’re fine. It’s Y/N L/N, the Ultimate Hair Stylist.”

“Ohh that’s right! Y/N!… sorry about that. Should’ve known your ultimate had to do something with hair, yours looks good.” You blush lightly at the compliment.

“Really? Thanks!.. you don’t look too bad yourself. You don’t really look like a baseball star though… more like a rockstar.” You responded, oblivious to the fact that it sounded backhanded.

“For real?!” He gives you an unreadable look.

“Oh shit…! I didn’t mean it like—"

“Thanks a lot man!”

“What…?” A confused expression spreads on your face. He gives you a puzzled look. “hm? What’s wrong?”

“Well.. I thought I just insulted you... I didn’t expect that reaction.”

He chuckles. “Oh yeah! I guess if I actually liked playing baseball, I probably would’ve taken that as an insult but nope! You’re totally lucky I didn’t.” He joked.

“If you *actually* liked playing baseball? What do you mean?”

His smile drops and he gives you a serious look. “Can I be honest with you for a second? I don’t like baseball. Like, at all. Never gone to a single practice.”

Never gone to practice but is somehow the Ultimate Baseball Star? Amazing.

“and as soon as I got accepted here, I quit baseball for good! I have my own dream for the future!” he clenches his fists in determination. “My only path in life is getting into music! That’s why I really appreciated that comment you made earlier, at least I know I’m on the right track. You feel that star-quality aura I have, right?”

“You do, ha-ha! I understand where you’re coming from, y’know I hoped to be the Ultimate Artist or something when I got older but…life had other plans for me.” A small sigh escaped your lips. “It’s whatever, I do enjoy hair styling too, but drawing is more enjoyable.”

Leon gives you a pat on the shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out! I like your energy, keep that, okay?”

You form a small smile on your face. “Alright, sure.”

And with that, you leave him and move onto the next student, that being a plus-sized boy with a pair of black, thick- rimmed glasses dressed in a white button-down shirt, orange tie and dark gray trousers.

“Hi there! You are…?”

The boy just stares for a moment. You start to feel a little awkward. This must have what Leon felt like when I was staring… “Err…. Excuse me?” You wave a hand in front of his face; he seemingly snaps back into reality.

“O-Oh! Excuse me Mx L/N! I was just admired by your hair! It’s magnificent!” You blush as a response. With as many compliments you get on your hair, you’d think you’d get used to them, but they still fluster you every time.

“Ah! Thank you- “

“Do you mind if I just…-“He reaches out his hand to touch your hair, you immediately grab his wrist a little tightly. “Eh?!” You look at him directly in the eyes, your eyes screamed ‘angry.’

“Uh uh buddy, do not touch my hair.”

This earned a nervous gulp from him. “R-Right! My apologies… my curiosity got the best of me.” You release his hand with a huff, hoping to get this introduction over with. You just formally met this guy, and he’s already irritated you.

“Anyways... I am Hifumi Yamada, the Ultimate Fanfic Creator! But you can call me by my nickname, “The Alpha and the Omega!” I don’t mind.” You make a mental note to never ever call him that.

“Say… I got to ask… what have you drawn before? I couldn’t help but listen to you talking to Leon about your artistic talent.” Eh?! He was listening to my conversation...? Surely, he could’ve conversed with other people, but he chose to listen into me and Leon’s…creepy.

“You were listening?” You squint your eyes at him, which in return Hifumi stuttered nervously. “N-Not exactly listening per say, but rather I was just nearby and overhead!” sure man.

“Right... well, to answer your question I’m no Picasso, I drew mostly characters I’ve seen on tv. A lot of women really.”

He visibly gets flustered. “Oh yeah?... what kind of women…?” You scowl at him. “Okay! I think we’re done with this introduction!”

“Wait! Hold on! I wanted to ask you for a favor...!” He called out desperately before you walked off.

“Uh… what kind of favor?”

“Well…if you’re able to make anyone look good with your haircuts so you say… is it possible for you to assist me? Seriously? You’ve only been here for a few hours and you’re already getting asked favors, and from HIM of all people!

“No thanks, Hifumi. And for the record, I don’t want to touch you or have your greasy hands near my hair. And I don’t do free cuts, you cheap donkey.” You exclaimed as you walk away from him, hearing a faint ‘feisty!’ from him.

Your eyes drift over to the five other people. Let’s hope they aren’t lunatics too.

You walk up to the dark brown-haired girl with a red collared jacket, white t-shirt, and blue shorts. She seems promising. “Hi there!” She gives you a smile. “Heya! I’m Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimmer! But my friends just call me Hina. ‘Sup?” Hina then follows up with a stumped look. “So uh….(wrong name)? Right? I think I forgot, sorry.”

You chuckle. “Eh, close. It’s Y/N.” Hina crosses her arms embarrassingly. “Damn! I was so close!” She wasn’t but that’s alright.

“Anyways, I know I’m certain you’re the… Ultimate Hair Stylist, right? You should be! Your hair speaks for itself! It’s so pretty!” She gives you a heartwarming smile, she most definitely meant that.

“Aw.. thank you Hina! I like your hair too, very shiny.” Hina’s face flushes at your compliment. “How sweet! I’m sure we’re going to get along just fine. Anyways, it was nice to meet you stylist!”

Stylist? Did she already forget my name?

Anyways, you both say your goodbyes and head over to the short hazel haired girl with a winter school uniform set with a long sleeved dark green jacket, a white shirt with a large Peter Pan collar secured skirt and knee-high black socks with mary janes. One word can only be said about this girl… CUTE!!

The girl’s face flushes before speaking. “Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Chihiro Fujisaki…the Ultimate Programmer…. Your name is Y/N, right?” She looks at you a little nervously, silently hoping she got your name correct.

“The one and only! Nice to meet you, Chihrio. I hope we can get along well!”

“Me too…!” She smiles sweetly at you before momentarily gasping like she realized something. “Ah!..wait.. have we met before?” You give her a confused expression. “I don’t think so... though, I don’t blame you for confusing me for someone else, it’s not like my outfit is the most recognizable.”

Her face seemed to falter at this. “Oh… sorry..”

“Huh? You don’t have to apologize for that.”

“R-right.. good point..”

An awkward silence came in-between us momentarily... until you heard a soft sniffle. Chihiro began to cry. “Hey, so listen… I-I’m really sorry...” She said as she let a few tears slip from her eyes. Did you just unintentionally make this girl cry?

“E-Eh?! Wait why are you upset?” Chihiro wipes her tears. “Just cuz…. you seem upset. You’re mad at me, right?” From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like you were bulling this poor girl! You quickly put your hands up defensively. “No, no not at all! You didn’t do a thing wrong!”

She looks up at you with glossy eyes. “You…you sure?”

“Definitely! There’s no way I can be mad at you!”

That reassured Chihiro. “O-Oh, that’s good...! I was afraid maybe you didn’t like me.”

You chuckle. “I couldn’t be mad at someone as cute as you!”

She blushes at your compliment. “hehe… I’m glad.”

Jeez.. feels like you’re walking on eggshells when talking to her. You should probably watch your tone and attitude when talking to her… you don’t need to be accused of bullying... and you don’t want to make her cry. Again!

Any who… you move on to your next person, who happens to be a girl with long light lavender hair dressed in a dark purple collared blazer jacket with six buttons over a zipped up long-sleeved white blouse and brown tie. She also wore a short black skirt, heeled knee-high black boots and knee-high socks.

If you were being completely honest, this girl looked as if she really didn’t want to be approached. You almost hesitated even going up to her, but ultimately walked up to her anyways. She doesn’t look threatening…what’s the worst that can happen?

“Hi!”

She doesn’t say a word.

“……”

You try to initiate a conversation. “So….can I ask for your name?” She looks at you with a stoic, essentially an emotionless face before responding. “My name is….Kyoko Kirigiri.”

“…. Yeah?” You wait a few seconds for her to continue talking...only to be met with “… that’s it. That’s the introduction.” Your smile falters.

“…you’re not really talkative, are you?” You lightly laugh, attempting to lighten the tense mood. She only looked at you with the same expressionless look. Uh-oh.

“Eh.. So…. what are you here for?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She questions you.

“I just meant…what your ultimate was. You were scouted by the school, right?”

“….”

“Why should I tell you?”

You flinch at her assertiveness. “I’m just trying to get to know you, Kyoko.”

“My name is enough.”

You go silent for a few seconds before biting your lip, fighting the urge to say something snarky.

“Right! Well, I’ll see you around then.” You say before leaving her be. You’re not stupid, you can tell when you’re not wanted. Besides, it doesn’t seem like she wants to give any information about herself…what is she hiding?

If she doesn’t want to converse with you, maybe this other girl will! She looked as if she came straight out of a fashion magazine. She wore a black cardigan over a white dress shirt, with both left open to show a little cleavage along with her bra. Followed by her red pleated miniskirt that was cut considerably short, black boots with platform heels and red laces. Her most noticeable accessories were her white and red polka dot tie that hung loosely around her neck and her white bunny and big red and white bow hair clips that rested nicely on her twin strawberry blonde pigtails.

You walk up to her with a smile, thankfully she looked as if she wanted to conversate.

“Hiii gorgeous! I’m Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista! Charmed, I’m sure!” Junko gives you that signature smile and peace sign. Despite not recognizing almost all the people here, you can recognize her. I’ve seen that face on many magazines, though… I must admit, she looks a tad bit different in person.

“Hello! uh…!” She notices you squinting your eyes at her, no doubt because of well… you know.

“…what?”

“Nothing! It’s just... you don’t exactly look exact the same as you do on your magazines.”

“Huh…? Oh, are you talking about my cover photos and junk?” She twirls one of her pigtails around her finger. “Ahahah, well of course! Those are totally photoshopped.”

“ah. I figured. Your face looks different!” She gives you a nervous look.

“Come on, don’t act so like that! You’re gonna make me all depressed. It’s totally normal these days to photoshop the crap out of cover photos. It’s still me! It’s not like I’m an imposter or somethin...!”

She crosses her arms. “If you’re surprised by that, you’d be totally blown away by a certain dangerous little diva of ours…they make the eyes and junk super big, tweak the skin so it looks all ceramic and porcelain!”

“Right, sorry. I don’t mean it as a bad thing, you’re still real pretty. Your freckles look cute on you.”

Her face gets really flustered, it’s like she’s never received a compliment ever which is weird cause’ she’s a model. “H-huh? …oh! Thanks!”

“I’m going to meet the rest of the guys, ill see you around Junko.” You give her a smile, she just awkwardly smiles back as you leave her be. You didn’t expect her to be so flustered over a simple compliment, shouldn’t she be getting tons daily?

Anyways! Moving on from her, you see… a tall muscular boy wearing a high-collared black long overcoat with what seems to be a dragon design on the side of it. He also wore a white t-shirt with baggy black bants held up by a belt that had the face of a Komainu. And finally, to top off his entire outfit was his hair, his pompadour. He looked very intimidating but judging others by their looks isn’t right so you’ll take your chances with this guy.

You slowly walk up to him with a slightly nervous smile. “Hi!” He just looks at you, you couldn’t really read his expression all that well, but you can tell he definitely wanted to be anywhere else but here.

“..hello. Name’s Mondo Owada, Ultimate Biker Gang Leader. Nice to fuckin’ meetcha.”

Something tells you he didn’t mean that.

“A biker gang leader? That’s cool.” He just grunts in agreement. “Hell yeah it is.”

….

Damn this was awkward.

Normally you’d be more talkative but... he made you a little nervous. At this point you couldn’t tell if it was because he was a biker gang leader or because he was attractive.

“Nice meeting you, Mondo. I guess I’ll see you again later…?”

He just nods, rubbing the back of his head while avoiding eye contact. You take it that he wasn’t the only one who was nervous. Or a better word might be just awkward. Either way you probably should watch what you say around him. You’re able to stand up for yourself but you aren’t trying to be ten ft underground because of your own mouth.

So... that was nine people so far. Only four more to go.

Your eyes glance over to the tall muscular girl wearing a traditional Japanese school uniform followed by bandages wrapped around her muscular forearms and calves. Wow…never mind watching your mouth around Mondo, what about HER?

Anyways, you walk over to her. Your tongue was tied for a moment, so she thankfully spoke up first.

“I am Sakura Ogami, Ultimate Martial Artist.”

Now that you’re standing in front of her, you can really see how tall she is.. jesus. She’s no giant but compared to you, she might as well be. You aren’t exactly short but you’re not tall either, about average height for someone your age. Is she really a high school student…?

“Hey, you.”

“E-Eh?! Yes?” You snapped to attention without even realizing it. She looks down at you before poking and prodding at your body. This earned a squeal from you when she poked at your sides.

“The hell?! W-what are you doing?”

“Muscular quality and quantity are right around that of an ordinary high school student…” She crosses her arms. “Hmph. What a shame. You’re not at all fit to act as my training partner.”

You huff. “Are you calling me weak...? I’m stronger than you think.” Sakura’s eyebrow perks up in curiosity. “Really? Do you want to arm wrestle then?”

Your confidence falls. “…No, thank you.”

With that, you leave the conversation. I feel bad for the person who becomes her training partner in the future. Your eyes come across a blonde haired, tall, slender boy with glasses wearing a black suit jacket over a white shirt and lapis blue crossover tie. You walked over to him.

Before you could even say anything, he introduces himself first. “Name’s Byakuya Togami, Affluent Progeny.”

“Ah. Nice to meet you too.”

“….”

“So… are-“

“We’re done with introductions, right? Is there a reason to continue this conversation?” He folds his arms. “Go away. I’m sick of looking at you.”

………

You scowl. “Excuse me? Who are you talking to?” He just smirks at this. “You, clearly. Now leave me alone, peasant.”

“You four eyed little monster!” You angrily said. “You’re lucky I can’t use these scissors on you.“ Byakuya just laughed. “Is that supposed to scare me? You can’t lay a single finger on me.”

At this point you really wanted to beat this guy up, but you knew that in this situation it was probably not the best idea. maybe later. “You know what. I’m done talking to you.” Before he could respond with a sarcastic remark, you quickly left. You don’t have the energy to continue talking to that guy. Perhaps you’ll have better luck with… is that a grown ass man?

The boy didn’t look like an average high schooler… could that be a teacher? Any who. The brown-skinned boy had lovely brown locs and wore three layers of shirts, that being a green male uniform jacket which he wore on his shoulders, the second one being an open button-down white shirt and the last one being a small yellow short-sleeve shirt. As well as a brown haramaki and used a yellow rope as his belt to hold up his large black pants. You’re a little curious to why he chose to wear 3 different shirts at once but whatever.

You also took notice of the stubble on his chin. This guy has to be AT LEAST 25.

He spots you too and happily walks to you. “I’m Yasuhiro Hagakure—Hiro for short, Ultimate Clairvoyant! Take it easy, yeah? I know I will!” He gives you a warm smile. His aura is really…. Calming. He really does seem laid-back.

“Clairvoyant huh? Isn’t that like… fortunetelling stuff?”

“Bingo!” He smiles. “By the way…that’s some nice hair you got.” He puts his hand under his chin. “Let me guess... you’re a hair stylist!”

Your face becomes stoic. Your attire alone makes it heavily obvious. But since you don’t want to be rude to him specifically, you decided to humor him. “I am… how’d you know?”

He laughs cockily. “Your waist apron, duh! There’s like... scissors and stuff poking out of it.” He crosses his arms, smiling at you. “It’s super obvious! Shouldn’t you know that?” He playfully asks.

………seriously?

“Right… forgot about that.” You respond.

“But hey, I like you uh… Y/N! We should grab some brewskis sometime, yeah?”

“Huh? We’re not allowed to drink. We’re in high school.”

“Oh, I’m actually 21. I’ve been held back a few times, see, and...well, it’s a long story.”

“Ah… that explains a lot.” You murmur. “What?” He looks at you confusingly. “Nothing!” You smile at him.

��“Anyways, I’ll see you later Yasuhiro, okay? I’ve got two more people to meet.”

“That’s cool. See ya, Y/N!” He waves you goodbye.

Moving on from him you see a pale girl standing in the corner. She had bright red eyes with two massive black twin drills. She wore a gothic Lolita-style outfit consisting of a white blouse with a long-point collar, a black jacket that includes white ribbon lacing down the sleeves, fastened by a simple white ribbon across her chest to reveal her red tie and a many-tiered skirt with white lace. Along with a white lace bonnet with ribbons on each side of it and knee-high stocking trimmed in ladder lace with a black ribbon on both sides of each. She looked like a porcelain doll.

“Ah… Hello?” The girl said almost uncomfortably.

“Oh! Yes, hi!” You walk closer to her; you were probably looking at her a little too hard….You’ll have to work on that. The girl gives you a small smile, giggling into her hand. “Staring is quite rude, you know.”

This earned a blush forming on your cheeks. “Yeah.. sorry! I didn’t mean to look at you for so long.”

“No worries dear, I’m used to it. Anyways I do not think we have been formally introduced yet. I am Celestia Ludenburg, Ultimate Gambler.”

“Celestia?”

“Mhm. But if you don’t mind, I would prefer for you to call me Celeste.”

“I’ve never heard anyone with a name like yours, it suits you.” You compliment her. Celeste folds her hands together and smiles at you. “Why thank you, dear. I find your name quite passable for you.”

Passable..? Is that supposed to be a compliment?

“.. Thank you. By the way.. could I ask you something?” She nods. “Of course. What would you like to know?”

“Are…. Your drills clip-ons?” Celeste just stares at you for a moment before giggling again. “Heh-heh. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I think we are done with our lovely introduction. I will see you, okay?”

“Right, sorry. I’ll see you another time, Celeste.” She nods as you leave her.

She acts polite but also forceful at the same time. I don’t think she wants to say any more about her hair…..but those are definitely clip-ons. You of all people would know, you’re a hair stylist after all.

Anyways, that was 16 students you just met, right? If you’re not mistaken that should be everyone…wait.. you’re forgetting someone!.. It’s—

“Hello?”

It’s that blue haired girl again. You didn’t get a chance to properly meet her yet cause’ of Makoto. Speaking of Makoto where’d he go? You’ll have to look for him later. For now, you go up to the girl.

“Hello! We haven’t formally met yet, right?”

“No! I saw you earlier but... I didn’t have the chance to talk to you yet.” She gives you a small smile. “I’m Sayaka Maizono, Ultimate Pop Sensation! And you are…?”

“Y/N L/N, Ultimate Hair Stylist.”

Sayaka giggles embarrassingly. “Of course! Sorry he-he. By the way… how do you know Makoto?” She looks at you curiously. “Do you know each other from school?….”

“Makoto? I just met him at the entrance a few hours ago. I guess he’s my friend! Why?”

“Ah. well just curious. You two were holding hands when you first got here, right?”

What Is she insinuating…?

“Oh! That? I more-so dragging him. I wouldn’t say holding hands…at least not like that.”

Sayaka rests her cheek on her knuckles. “Oh! I see. Thanks!” She gives you a small smile as you return it. That was a little weird but whatever, not important right now.

And finally with that, all the introductions are done. You’re not going to lie, even though they are all ultimate’s.. they certainly aren’t your ideal versions of their talents. After leaving her you spotted Makoto talking to Celeste. Like my interaction with her you assumed he most likely annoyed her too, so she shoo’ed him off.

“Hey! Makoto! Over here!” You wave for him to come here, which he does. “Hey Y/N.”

“How’d it go?” He nervously scratches his cheek. “well.. I don’t think Celeste is too fond of me right now.”

“no no, I meant overall.”

“Oh. It went okay. They are….something.” This earned a chuckle from you. “Agreed.”

“Okay, time to get down to business.” Byakuya exclaimed, folding his arms with a serious expression on his face. “This is no time to stand around making friends like a bunch of dull-eyed baboons.” He says as he eyed you.

“Oh, that’s true.” Makoto agreed. “I think someone said something about a bigger problem or something What was that about?”

“Yeah, what gives?” You asked.

Sayaka frowned. “Well, you see…Makoto, Y/N, you both said a bunch of stuff happened and then you were “just asleep,” right? Well...the same is true for all of us.”

What the hell? This is getting even more weird.

“What? Seriously?” Both me and Makoto exclaimed.

“Just after each of us got to the main hall, we lost consciousness.” Leon stated as he rubbed his head. “And when we come to, we were somewhere he in the school! That’s what happened to you, right?”

“B-but that’s just… weird! That every one of us would get knocked out like that…” Makoto exclaimed.

“Exactly! That’s why we’re all freakin’ out!” Mondo yelled.

Okay seriously... what is going on?

“And that’s not the only thing. You saw where all the windows in the classes and hallways were, right? But instead of normal glass windows, it was a bunch of big metal plates! What’s that about!?” Taka stated.

“Yeah… that was freaky. If all the windows in the school are like that then…. what’s it for?” You asked.

“Yeah, what the hell? Plus, all my stuff’s missing! Even my cellphone…” Junko stated anxiously.

Chihiro followed up in agreement. “That’s right, I haven’t seen my PDA anywhere, either…”

“And then there’s the main hall here. The front exist is completely blocked by some giant metal hatch.” Taka worriedly expressed. “But there wasn’t anything like that when I first got here…!” He clenches his fist in anger. “What the heck?! What’s it doing there?!”

“Maybe we got caught up in some kinda, like, you know…crime or something?” Junko stated.

“Wha…like a kidnapping? If that’s true what do they want with us?!” You anxiously asked.

“You think maybe someone grabbed us and hauled us off and we’re not actually at school?” Leon worriedly asked. His face was almost as white as a sheet.

“Come on, don’t think like that. Cheer up!” Yasuhiro optimistically exclaims. “I bet this is all just part of the school’s orientation procedure.”

“Really…? This seems a bit excessive for an orientation.” You say worriedly. You’re starting to think this guy has zero survival instincts if that’s what he thinks.

He laughs. “Yeah! I’m sure that’s it! So I’m just gonna take it easy for a little bit.”

“Oh…So you think they wanted to do something to surprise us?” Chihiro let out a sigh of relief.

“Huh. Well if that’s all it is, it’s nap time for me.” Leon said tiredly. “I was up way too late last night, so I could use a little shuteye.”

You could feel the tension lowering. But, you still didn’t feel safe. It was only a matter of time before—

*Ding dong, bing bong*

….IT happened.

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mysticaldeanvoidhorse · 3 years ago

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A Supernatural Love

Chapter Nine: A Date

Summary: Y/N, a nurse working towards medical school living with her roommate and best friend Genevieve Cortese, meets Jensen Ackles while visiting the set of Supernatural one day. Is this chance encounter a coincidence or fate? And if it is fate, do they have what it takes to make it through separations and hardships?

Slow(ish) burn, some angst, some alluding to sexy times, fluff

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Bad writing, Fluff, Language

Word Count: 3614

No hate to any of the real people in this story, it is purely fiction and for enjoyment! No images are mine

First fic I wrote, please be kind but open to feedback, both positive and negative!

Tag List: @streets-in-paradise @leigh70 @sexyvixen7 @deandreamernp @universallyraylangivens @siospins2 @let-me-luve-you @lyarr24 @nancymcl

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Jensen left around 3am last night and you were paying for it in the morning. Gen came home late, doing something you would definitely catch up on after work. That was his cue to leave otherwise who knew when he would. He got himself off the couch and walked to the door and thanked you for a nice evening, never making a move on you and you really appreciated that. You knew he had ulterior motives but he never made it known and that made you like him all the more. You had to be careful with this guy, he had a way of breaking through your walls without even trying and you were falling hard.

At work the next morning you chugged coffee like your life depended on it.

“Late night?” James asked you with a smile.

“Yes, but it was a good time.” You said taking another sip.

“Glad you had fun at dinner. Hopefully Gen and the boys won’t be too tired while filming” He made an effort but you could tell something was off. You didn’t flaunt that you knew celebrities or that you went out with them but you didn’t try to hide it either. Why would you? James was just a friend. But Gen’s words from last night rang in your ears. You had a habit of attracting men without realizing it. It was only somewhat accurate; most of the time nothing came from it and if something did it didn’t last long.

“Well next time we study, we will have to grab dinner. Maybe leave the hospital for once” You tried to make light of the situation and he smiled.

“That sounds like a great idea. We will have to plan something soon.” His pager went off and he left.

“Did you just make plans for a date with Dr. Dreamy?” Olivia really knew how to sneak up on you.

“What? No. We are just going to study and grab a bite.” You defended.

“Uh huh, sounded like it. Watch out Y/N, looks like you’re in the middle of a love triangle.”

“You’re crazy, no I am not Liv.” You frowned.

“Okay fine but tell me this, would you openly tell either one about the other? James knows you hang out in groups with Jensen but why did you omit that he stayed over until three?” She walked away leaving you to chew on what she just said. You knew you liked Jensen, but why did it seem so weird to tell James about him? A call light when off pulling you from your thoughts.

Later that week you made it to set for lunch. You hadn’t been to set in a while and you were happy to have Jared escort you to the tent. It felt familiar and like home. You loved how much like family it felt to you.

“Hey Y/N how has work been? I know you’ve been busy studying a lot” Jared said, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“It’s been really busy actually, I have barely had time to study. James and I might be able to study later this week” You tried to sound casual. James was your friend but it felt weird to mention him.

“Oh yeah? Sounds like you spend a lot of time together” Jared said, eyeing you to gauge your response.

“Well I do work with him and he does help me study during down times” You tried to reason.

“So you aren’t dating him?”

“Why would you think that? I just told you we are friends and he has been a great resource. When you can start helping me prepare for my tests then I won’t see him so much but until then, I’ll be seeing a lot of him”

“Okay, okay” he put his hands in the air. “I believe you, I just have to look out for Jensen. He really likes you and it seems like you really like him. I just don’t want him to get hurt.” It was an honest statement and though it hurt, you knew he was coming from a good place.

“I have no intention of hurting Jensen. I won’t lie to you, I do like Jensen and I would be happy to spend more time with him but if you tell him I will deny it” You took a bite of your sandwich and Jared seemed satisfied.

“Hey guys, sorry I am late!” Gen came walking in briskly. “So much for a quick scene. I feel like Kripke does that on purpose sometimes” She sat down and took a sip of her water. “Where is Jensen? I thought he would have beat me here.”

“I don’t know, he didn’t tell me anything.” Jared answered her.

“Well you are joined at the hip so it was a safe assumption” You quipped.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. But if you do date Jensen I will definitely be along for the ride!” you gave him a dry chuckle. Speaking of the devil, Jensen came sauntering in with his sandwich in hand from the food table and sat down at your now regular table.

“Hey guys, what did I miss?” He said taking a huge bite of his sandwich, causing mayonnaise to drip onto his face.

“Other than your mouth? Nothing much” You giggled. He tried to wipe it off but it was such a big mess that there was still a lot left.

“You are just making it worse.” You giggled. “Can I help?” You took your finger and wiped the spot on his face with the condiment. He gave you a grateful smile and you kept your eye contact longer than you needed to but you could look at those green eyes forever.

Gen gave you an approving smile and you were sure you'd hear about it later. You missed the look Jared gave Jensen but it was an approving look.

"Time for me to head back to work" you said, your sandwich long gone.

"I'll walk you to your car" Jensen said getting up with you. Neither of you said much until you reached your door.

"Thanks for walking with me" you said, playing with your keys.

"Listen, Y/N, I've really enjoyed spending time with you and I've tried not to push the issue or make you feel pressured but we have been having a good time. I think it's about time I took you on that date." He was nervous but confident in his words. You still didn't know what to do with your hands but you knew what to respond.

"I think you're right, Ackles. It's about damn time" you gave him a smile. He looked like a giddy school boy and it made you more happy than you were already feeling.

"Then it's a date. I'll call you later" he opened your door and waited until you were long gone before turning back to set. It was a hard drive back to the hospital but only because there were so many butterflies in your stomach.

He called you that night and you made plans for Saturday night. He said it was a surprise so you weren't sure what to wear. If Gen knew anything she didn't tell you.

"Y/N are you excited?" Gen came into your room as you threw more clothes onto your bed.

"Right now I'm more nervous because I have no idea what to wear! He didn't tell me anything! What if I don't wear the right thing? What if I don't dress up enough? What if I'm way too overdressed?" You walked back into your closet.

"Relax hon, whatever you wear is going to be great" she said while going through your skirts and dresses.

"Are you sure you don't know anything? If you do, you gotta help a girl out."

"I promise you, I don't know anything but if I did I couldn't tell you. All I know is he's put in a lot of effort and he really likes you so whatever you do say or wear won't matter" she got up and gave you a hug.

With tears in your eyes you said, "Aww Gen I don't know what to say. You are the best, I love you" you gave her a tight squeeze.

"You are my best friend Y/N I'd do anything for you"

"At this point who even needs the guys? You and I can just run away together”. She laughed

"Honestly, that sounds like a great idea. But knowing how much you like the guy and how much he likes you I would feel bad stealing you away."

"When are you and Jared finally going to admit your feelings?" You asked her.

"What? No, besides today is about you" she tried to deflect.

"Yes, today will be amazing for me but just admit you like him" she sighed.

"I do like him. I really really like Jared. But I don't know what to do. He's so sweet and kind and doesn't give me many hints if he's interested."

"You're kidding me right? He's completely head over heels. For whatever reason he's just taking his time but trust me, he's totally in love with you."

"Do you think so? I really hope so. I just don't know what to do."

"Chin up, soon we will go on double dates!!"

"Haha well let's not get too ahead of ourselves, let's just focus on tonight! Try this dress on."

You wore the dress she picked out with simple wedges. It could look fancy or casual. By the time you finished your last touches the doorbell rang. You opened the door and you had to keep yourself from drooling. The man in front of you looked like heaven. He was dressed in dark jeans and a dress shirt with the top unbuttoned. He had his hair perfectly styled and had his sexy smile on.

"Wow you look amazing Y/N" he said. You couldn't believe that the man in front of you had said that and you knew he meant it.

"You clean up nice yourself, Ackles. Any chance you'll finally clue me in on what's going on?" He just smirked and offered you his arm.

"Not a chance, where would the fun be in that?" You just scoffed as you took his arm. You really liked holding on to it.

He led you to a Mercedes parked out front of your house. He opened the door and closed it behind you. Points for being a gentleman.

“Did you give Cliff the night off?” You asked him when he got into the car.

“Yep, he deserves it and selfishly I didn’t want to share you with him” He gave you a smirk and you rolled your eyes at him trying to hide the blush creeping into your face.

“So is this Mercedes yours or did you steal it? I know you usually drive a truck but we aren’t in Texas” You remembered him telling you about it on multiple occasions.

“Ha, not this time. I decided to rent” He gave you a chuckle.

“Very nice car to just rent for a night.” You replied.

“I wanted a nice car for a nice girl and if tonight goes well, maybe it won’t just be for tonight” He gave you a cocky grin. Oh how those lips curled in a way that drove you crazy.

“I wouldn’t get ahead of yourself Ackles. The night has only begun” You knew you would have a great time but you didn’t want him to know, at least not yet, that he had you completely head over heels.

About twenty minutes into the drive, you were in a cute little wooded park.

“Bring me out to the woods to kill me?” You asked.

“Wasn’t my plan, but like you said, the night is young” Damn the man for using your words against you. He got out and opened your door and helped you out. “You up for a little walk? Don’t worry it isn’t far and if your shoes are bothering you I can always carry you.”

“Well, aren't you just the gentleman.” You gave him a smile.

“I have a sister, I understand how that works and I try my best to always be a gentleman which is why I promise there won’t be any funny business.” He looked you in the eye when he said the last part.

“A good actor, attractive, and a gentleman? Are you even real?” You asked him.

He chuckled a little. “Mama raised me right, and a girl like you deserves more than a guy like me can give you.”

“I don’t know about that, I think it’s the other way around, but if you want to believe that, that’s on you” You gave him a nervous laugh as you went to walk down the path because it made you a little uncomfortable. How could a guy like that sincerely mean what he said? He clearly didn’t know you well.

“I do believe that because I know it’s the truth. You are one hell of a woman and I hope you know that” He said, grabbing your arm helping you along the path. You were thankful you wore the shorter heeled wedge but they just weren’t made for a dirt path. You chose to not answer his comment and instead focused on not tripping.

Not far down the main trail he took you on a side trail. At first you wouldn’t notice it but it was a path and at the end was a little hill.

“Almost there” He said, stopping you. “But I need you to close your eyes.”

“What?” You looked at him quizzically.

“Do you trust me?” He gave you that same cocky grin again.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Always but it’s more fun this way, you’ll be glad you did I promise.” He stepped closer to you and you let him turn you toward the end of the path. “I promise you will be okay, I won't let anything happen to you” He said, moving closer and putting his hands on your shoulders.

“I believe you” You responded, leaning back into him, feeling his warmth. He covered your eyes and led you up a small incline.

“Okay, you can open your eyes” He breathed into your ear. You were sad when his hands left you but when you looked out there was a beautifully set up picnic under a big oak tree with lights strung up. It was near the edge of a drop off and you could see the entire city of Vancouver from there.

You gasped and held your breath trying to take it all in. “Oh my gosh, Jensen.” You left your mouth open.

“I told you you would be happy if you listened to me.”

“You were right this time, I’ll have to remember you can be right every once in a while” He chuckled and put his hands up.

“I won’t let myself get too cocky about being right. Care to sit down?” He helped you sit onto the blanket. “You deserve a fancy meal at the best place in town but you seemed more of a picnic-away-from-the-crowd type so I tried to give you both. I hope this is okay” He said, pulling out a champagne glass for you.

“This is perfect. I can’t imagine a better first date. You really do know how to show a girl a good time.” He really did pay attention to you and what you like and it showed.

“Cliff helped set it up so that it was all ready when we got here. He really is a great guy” Jensen explained.

“Remind me to thank him.” You said, taking your glass from him.

“A toast” He said, raising his glass to you and you did the same. “To a beautiful night with a beautiful woman and to more to come” You both took a sip.

He packed a simple yet elegant meal consisting of chicken, veggies and pie for dessert.

“Why am I not surprised you packed a pie, Dean” You chuckled, emphasizing the last word.

“Having to eat so many pies on set, it kinda grows on you. I noticed you took a big slice of the peach pie on set and you seemed to enjoy it so I thought it was a good option.”

“Does anything slip past you?” You nervously laughed. It was so sweet that he paid attention to so much detail but you made a note to not take so much food in front of the man who remembers everything.

“Not much does, not when it comes to you” He looked at you shyly causing you to give him a big smile. “Anyways, I like a girl who isn’t afraid to eat.” He gave you a wink.

“Unfortunately I do like to eat, I just need to make sure I go to the gym so it doesn’t show” You laughed, taking another bite of pie and moaning. It was the best peach pie you had ever tasted and you weren’t sure if it was the pie or the company making it so good..and sweet.

“I understand that, but sweetheart you don’t need to, you are gorgeous” He looked you in the eye and you blushed again.

“Keep sweet talking me and you have a pretty good chance of getting a second date”

“That’s the plan” He winked at you. Did he know the effect he had on you? You hoped not.

After dinner you cleaned up the baskets and walked back to the car. You wrapped your arm in his for two reasons. One because it was past dusk and the path wasn’t too visible anymore and second, the man was Jensen Ackles so it seems unnecessary to state any sort of reasoning to want to hold the man.

“Would you like to go for a walk? I’ll take you to the sidewalk so we don’t twist those pretty ankles.” He told you, having packed the car up.

“I would love that. Good thing I work at a hospital so if something were to happen, I know some people” You gave him a wink.

“Let’s avoid any unnecessary trips to the ER but just for future, I have been known to treat an ankle or two” He smiled at you.

“As much as I wouldn’t mind being treated pretty well, let’s try to save injuries for dates later on” You giggled.

“As long as it means I get to see you more, I would be happy to oblige by treating you like a princess, though you deserve it regardless.” He put his hand on the small of your back helping you into the car.

You talked about many things in both the car ride and the walk once back into the city. You hadn’t realized how long you had been out until he brought you to your building. It surprised you how easy it was to talk to him. It was easier than any other guy you had been with. Sometimes silences fall during first dates but not this time. He was so fun and funny and yet he could be serious and sensitive. You loved it. He walked you to the elevator and stepped in with you.

“A gentleman walks a woman to the door and I am happy for an excuse to spend even two more seconds with you”

“I am happy for the extra time as well.” You couldn’t help but notice the shade of pink appearing on the tips of his ears.

“Good thing we avoided twisted ankles. But just to be safe, I shouldn’t push our luck.” Before you could respond he picked you up bridal style causing you to giggle.

“Ackles you don’t have to” You laughed.

“I know but a true gentleman wouldn’t let a lady put herself in harm's way and those heels are just begging for an accident. Besides, you are light and I have been wanting to do this for awhile” Your arms tightened a little around his neck. You silently sent a thanks that your apartment was at the end of the hall. When he put you down, his hand lingered just a little longer than necessary on your back. You pulled the keys out of your purse and opened your door.

“I said no funny business and I meant it so I will bid you goodnight” He said. He must have read your mind because you were going to ask him in. It was probably for the best because though you weren’t the type of girl to give it up on the first date you couldn’t be held responsible for what could have happened to end such a perfect night.

“Well then, I guess I will say goodnight as well.”

“I had a wonderful time tonight, and I would like to go out again.” You didn’t think you’d seen him so nervous, shifting on one foot.

“I had a wonderful night and I would love to go out with you again.” You replied, hoping your voice didn’t betray just how much you wanted to see him again.

“I would really like to kiss you, if that is okay” he said, his voice low. You smiled. What a goddamn gentleman to ask and not just assume like most men do.

“I would really like it if you did”, You matched his whisper. He leaned in slowly, cupping your cheek and grabbing your waist simultaneously. You matched his pace and put your hands on his chest. You closed your eyes and you could have sworn you saw stars. It was the best first kiss you had ever had.

#jensen x you #jensen x reader #jensen ackles #Jensen Ackles x you #jensen #jensen ackles x y/n #jared padalecki #genevieve padalecki #daneel ackles #a supernatural love #supernatural fic #supernatural show #supernatural writing #supernatural #writing #story #multichapter

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mrskodzuken · 2 years ago

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But Kisa, does Hinata return the favour?

WENDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY DKDKDKDKLDD i was gonna reply to your reblog on my spicy Hinata blurb (my second overall—i wrote a failed fem!Hinata x Ushijima fic before... it was good tho 🤦🏻‍♀️—and first that is x reader) earlier but we suddenly became busy with boxing buko (young coconut) tart orders to be delivered today + my morning chores 😭 ALSO YOUR TAGS!!!!!!!!!

I think to myself, why is my brain productive when it comes to NSFW stuff instead of wholesome fluff?????? 😭💀🤦🏻‍♀️ /gen

Anyways, both Hinata and Bokuto are either top notch service doms or switches that you could wrap a finger around them (orrrrrrrrr~ wrap a hand around their big dicks 😏) ALSO I HC THAT SHOYO, YAKU, INUNAKI AND KOURAI IN THE JNT HAVE BIG DICK ENERGY VIBES DESPITE THEIR SHORT STATURES 😔✊🏻♥️

ANYWAAAAAAAAAAYS!!! On to the aftermath... DID HINATA SHOYO RETURN THE FAVOR TO YOU??? 👀

pairing: Hinata x f!reader (was gonna do afab!reader but i’m scared someone might come at me and berate me for how i write this kind of reader fic, so i’ll stick with fem!reader 🙇🏻‍♀️ /gen)

tw/cw: 18+ MDNI, post-timeskip, f!masturbation, oral... NOT PROOFREAD AGAIN 🤦🏻‍♀️

Oh, and you’re moaning his name over and over: “S-shoyo... shoyooooooo~”

Several questions boggle inside Shoyo’s mind, but the number 1 question that he wants to know: Are you thinking of him when you touch yourself?

Are you imagining him when your fingers are gently trailing around your body? When you fondle your tits and twist and pinch your nipples until they’re rock-hard? Do you suck your fingers as if it were Shoyo’s rough fingers or his thick and delicious dick inside your hot mouth? Do you also think of him when you pleasure yourself, when you finger yourself to your orgasm and cry his name when you cum? All of these makes his cock become hard again.

It’s wrong for him to think about these naughty things, especially when you, his best friend, is involved. So, he decides to return the favor to you, after seeing you in that post-orgasmic state.

He quietly stands up and removes all of his clothes (UMMM YUM 🥵) before kneeling down between your legs. You’re startled when you feel two strong hands gripping under your thighs, and see a naked and blushing Hinata Shoyo eyeing your soaked and clothed cunt.

“S-shoyo, what are you doing?” you asked in a shaky voice, feeling embarrassed by now. But he doesn’t respond back to you, just murmuring about how pretty your pussy is for him before he slowly devour you through your wet clothed cunt.

You squirm under his mouth. “Ah! Haah... s-stop... so... so sensitive—hyaah!”

His teeth bites your puffy nub before lapping up and down your panties with his tongue. He looks up and two golden-brown orbs are glowering at you. Shoyo licks his lips like a feral wolf who just ate his prey. “Such delicious pussy... so wet only for me,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb up and down the wet spot of your panties, causing your body to twitch.

“S-shoyo... please...” as he slowly discards your panties off your legs.

“Please what?”

I couldn’t finish it without me combusting af i— i’ll try again next time /gen

Here’s the first paragraph (coz Dumblr 🤦🏻‍♀️):

Shoyo slowly recovers from his orgasm when he hears a gasp followed by a whimper towards your direction, so he turns around only to witness you touching yourself beside him on the couch. His eyes went 👀 as he sees your hand—the same hand you used to jerk him off earlier—inside your now-soaked panties and fingering yourself.

#*heavy pants*#but yeah... he did kinda return the favor 😏#hinata x y/n #hinata x you #hinata x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #hinata smut #haikyuu smut #🐱saku.smut #🐱saku.ask #🐱int.northofneverland #🐱saku.fic

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years ago

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A Birthday Gift

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x fem-Reader

Word Count: 5665 (I know, I know)

Summary: The nomad crew have been holed up with you for months and tensions are high. Nat, being an unrepentant pot stirrer, decides to arrange a pleasant birthday surprise for you.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, explicit descriptions of consensual violence, SMUT! PORN! 18+!

A/N: Hello my fellow hoes and sluts! My birthday is today and it has me in some kind of mood, so I hunkered down and blasted out this fic. @stargazingfangirl18‘s lovely Tree Trimming fic has my holes quivering for some hot Nomad sex, so please sit back and enjoy my birthday present to all of you!

You had always hated your birthday.

Fortunately, Nat was completely willing to take your mind off it with a good sparring match. The snow was falling heavy outside of the large windows on the side of the gym, but the minor exertion was keeping you pleasantly warm. You’d been on the mat for almost an hour, but you still couldn’t seem to get your mind to focus.

Of course, it didn’t help when Rogers came in, glowering, to work the bags, giving you a wary look before he settled into his routine.

Nat and the rest of the team had been with you for almost 3 months now. When she had called you after the events in Berlin, to arrange a potential safehouse for her and her compatriots, you of course offered to have them join you at your isolated lodge on the Snæfellsnes peninsula. You were as off the grid as they come, and with the help of your Wakandan friends, still able to provide the modern creature comforts you were sure they had become accustomed to at the Avengers compound.

You had missed Nat, after all. It had been almost 7 years since you last saw her, but the grin she gave you when they landed in the early Autumn made it seem like she’d never left. You got to know everyone else over the months as well. Sam and you bonded quickly after you introduced him to Aquavit and spent the next 2 days helping him slowly move back to solid foods. Vision of course took everything that happened in stride, and while you couldn’t say you were friends, you had developed a mutual respect for each other. Wanda took longer to warm up (understandable after everything she had been through) but when you told her about the time you had spent in Sokovia, she quickly came out of her shell, and the two of you would often stay up through the night reminiscing about your homes. Even Barnes had softened once he got a look at your weapons room and you took it out to the Fjord to test out some next gen tech Shuri had sent you.

The only problem was Rogers.

No matter what you tried, it seemed that every time you got near him his hackles went up. You could feel him watching you constantly, and whenever you met his gaze, he would simply clench his jaw and stalk off like a cat.

“He’s just overprotective.” Nat always said. “He’s a big papa bear protecting his cubs. He’ll warm up.”

You snapped back to the present as Vis and Wanda wandered into the gym chatting idly. She had convinced him to join her out in the snow for a brisk hike, and was now laughing lightly as she brushed a dusting of soft flakes off his shoulders. Bucky was working his way down from the weights level, patting his neck dry with a towel. You heard the pounding on the bags stop, and glanced over to see Rogers unwrapping his hands as he stared at you, but this time he didn’t break eye contact when you met his gaze.

Those deep blue eyes disarmed you, and you lost your concentration for a split second. Nat seized her opportunity and crawled up your back, wrapping he legs around your neck and shoulders to try to get you into a submissive position. You tried to regain your composure, but your instincts kicked in for just a moment, and when you drove yourself back into the mat to break her hold, you landed quite a bit harder than you intended and thought you heard a snap as she gasped out in pain.

“Shit, Nat you good?” You scrambled onto your knees and looked at your friend with concern. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rogers striding over, jaw clenched and brow furrowed. Vis and Wanda stopped their conversation to glance over and Bucky moved quickly to intercept his best friend with a hand on his chest.

Nat broke the tension with a laugh, and everyone in the room relaxed. “God, Y/N, guess you’re still an aggro bitch. I though I might’ve had you for once.”

“Jesus, Nat. I’m sorry, lemme grab you some ice. Anything broken?”

“Don’t think so, just a bruised ego. Look at you, you haven’t even broken a sweat.”

You tossed a pack to her from the freezer, along with her typical post spar electrolyte drink. She gave you a wink as she pressed the pack to her ribs, and you could only shake your head at her.

“Steve, you wanna take over for me?” She said to the large man who was now leaning against one of the windows, only half listening as Barnes tried to distract him, while glaring at you.

You both snapped your heads around to stare at her and started protesting over each other while she grinned back and forth between you.

“That’s probably not a great idea…”

“Don’t want to hurt her…”

“Oh my god, you two are ridiculous. Y/N, you obviously still have to work out your birthday issues, and Steve, you’ve been complaining for the past 3 weeks that me and Buck are getting too predictable.”

“Y/N, it’s your birthday? We should bake you a cake!” Wanda exclaimed, always the little ray of sunshine.

“That’s ok Wand, please don’t.”

“Should we perhaps sing?” Vision was now adding his two cents to the discussion.

“No singing. Thank you, so much, for that, Nat.”

“She’s right Rogers, you’ve been looking pretty bored during our sessions, change of pace might be good for you.”

While you were eternally grateful to Bucky for getting the topic off of your birthday, you really didn’t think Rogers was going to go for this.

“Fine, we’ll give it a shot.”

You looked at him with surprise, but gave a shrug and nodded. You definitely still needed something to take your mind off the day. You loved Nat, but always felt the need to hold back during your sessions, and it might be nice to take the safety off.

Nat looked like the cat that ate the canary for some unknown reason, as she giggled and clapped her hands before setting down onto one of the stools to observe. Bucky looked relieved as he leaned back against the wall, chugging the contents of his water bottle. Wanda and Vis went back to their flirty conversation, content to let you two do your own thing.

You unzipped your hoody and threw it to the side, stretching your neck and bouncing on the balls of your feet to loosen up. Rogers looked you over, eyes lingering over your tattoos that you realized he’d never seen since most of them were easily covered by a long sleeve shirt. He pulled his own sweatshirt over his head, and you had a hard time not taking a second to appreciate just how good his torso looked in a simple grey tee.

“Jesus, you two, just get to it.”

The look you shot Nat was pure poison. You weren’t sure what her game was, but you’d be sure to break out the vodka later tonight and get it out of her.

You squared up with the captain, keeping a loose stance on the balls of your feet while he brought up his fists and shrugged his shoulders.

His first strike seemed sluggish, and you slapped it aside easily, frowning at him. He shuffled forward, throwing a few more jabs that you also dodged. Was he holding back on you?

The next few shots he tried to take all but confirmed it; he was pulling his punches. You ducked around them easily, starting to get frustrated. You stepped inside his reach and delivered three quick strikes to his abdomen, followed by an open-handed push to the center of his chest, causing him to take two steps backwards.

His eyes narrowed at you. He was just hoping to get Nat and Buck off his back. Nat had been trying to get him to interact with you for months, but there was something about you that set off warning bells in his head. He trusted Nat and Nat trusted you, which should have been good enough, but he couldn’t get over the thought that there was something dangerous about you that he couldn’t figure out. He’d hoped that a quick spar would appease Nat and get whatever was bugging him about you out of his system, but he had expected you to be on Nat’s level of physicality. The contemptuous way you slapped his blows aside, and the way you got under his guard fast, only made him more wary.

You saw him adjust his stance and tucked in his arms, and gave him a small smirk as you stepped back and raised your fists again.

He moved forward quickly this time, throwing a quick combo of punches aimed at your head and torso and trying to get his arms around you for a hold. You still dodged his strikes easily and when he tried to put you in a hold, you delivered a swift knee to the juncture of his waist on his left side, dancing back again.

His long hair had fallen into is eyes at this point, and when he straightened back up, the look of appraisal he gave was laced with frustration.

Your breathing was still even and relaxed, and Nat had been right, you hadn’t broken a sweat at all in the past 45 minutes. You loosely rolled one tattooed shoulder and gave him a grin, practically begging him to try again.

He clenched his jaw and rushed you. You kept dodging his blows or batting them aside but when he brought his foot around suddenly you moved a little too slow and felt it glance off your cheekbone. He took advantage of your brief surprise and moved behind you whip fast, wrapping one arm around your neck as he braced the other around your right shoulder and he tried to force you to the ground. You sprung your legs off the mat, raising them above your waist before swinging them back down as you got your left hand behind his head and grabbed the back of his tee, then used your momentum to fling him over your shoulders and toss him 15 feet across the room.

He shot up fast and turned back to with a look of complete shock on his face as he crouched into a protective stance. He stared at you like that for a beat before clenching his jaw and straightening up, rolling his head to right.

You followed his line of sight, perplexed. Bucky had jolted off of the wall and looked ready for a fight, flicking his gaze between you and Rogers. Wanda was staring at you with surprise, but was still relaxed. Vis looked at everyone around the room in confusion, trying to understand where the sudden tension had come from. The only person who seemed unfazed by what happened was Nat, all doe eyed innocence as she sipped her drink, not making eye contact with you or Rogers.

Poor Sam chose this moment to wander in. “Hey, Y/N, I heard it’s your b-day. You ready for me to drink you under… What happened?”

“Fuck’s sake Nat, you didn’t tell them.” You hissed at her.

“It didn’t really seem important, Y/N. Besides, it’s your secret.”

“Not a secret Nat. Jesus.”

“Someone want to tell me what the fuck I missed?” Sam was still flicking his gaze around the room, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Y/N just threw Steve across the room like a ragdoll.” Bucky said.

“Oh, word? Interesting.” Sam said.

“Someone want to explain this situation to me, slowly?” Rogers was looking murderously between you and Nat, and you honestly could have killed her yourself.

“Oh, did everyone not know about Y/N’s brain implants?”

All of you looked at Vision when he piped up, and he got a grin on his face like he had just solved an especially difficult puzzle.

“Baby, I think it’s safe to say only you and Nat knew.” Wanda whispered to him.

“But wasn’t that why we came here? Y/N has been hiding from multiple governments for years and her expertise has been very helpful in shielding us from both the United Nations and Stark industries.”

“Yeah, honey, just assume that you’re the only one who knows what you’re talking about.” Wanda said exasperatedly.

“Oh, well then, Y/N was part of an experimental program run by HYDRA under the guise of SHIELD during the 1990s where adolescents received brain implants designed by Dr. Emil Zola to increase sensory perception, decrease pain receptors, and specifically, maximize the efficiency of fast twitch muscle fibers via the phosphagen system, allowing use of these muscles for longer periods of time without negative effects. This was of course after multiple failed trials with a new super soldier serum.

“The program’s graduates were deployed at the beginning of the second Gulf War, purportedly to hunt terrorists, but were also used as HYDRA’s own assassination squad in the eastern hemisphere. The program was discontinued at the end of 2007 and it was thought that all the graduates were culled, but Y/N simply disappeared on mission at the Wakandan border. I admit, I was a bit surprised when she greeted us as she’s presumed dead by most intelligence agencies, but I thought her history was the reason we chose this location. Did I miss anything?” Vis looked at you with genuine interest.

“No that’s pretty much it, thanks.” You said flatly, running a hand over your face.

“See, not that big of a deal.” Nat shrugged.

“Well, Vis and I are going to head to bed.” Wanda chirped up, looking nervously between you, Nat, and the two super soldiers who were now staring at you again. She ushered Vision out of the room quickly and shushed him as he tried to ask if he had done something wrong.

“You really didn’t think this is something I might have wanted to know Nat?” Steve had now turned his attention back to your friend, murder written all over his face.

“No, Steve. Like I said, this is Y/N’s business and it changes literally nothing about how much I trust her. I can’t help it that you got your panties in a bunch over some perceived threat when I told you over and over again that I would willingly put my life in her hands in any situation.”

“You should have told them Nat.” You shook your head at her. She was still playing some sort of game, you could tell, but you didn’t know what.

“Ok, fine, I’m sorry. I just didn’t think you wanted the drama, or to have Barnes look at you like some little lost lamb.”

“Aw geez, Buck, stop looking at me like that or I’m going to punch you. I’m fine.”

“Ahm, sorry.” Bucky’s look of overwhelming sympathy would have been heartbreaking if it had been directed at anybody but you, and you really couldn’t handle that right now. “I’m here to talk if you ever need it.”

“Thanks, Barnes.”

“Besides, you and Steve are both in desperate need of a good fuck, and I thought an impromptu discovery like this would give you the push you need.”

And there it was.

“Well, I’m going to have to make it a rain check on those birthday drinks Y/N, look at the time, it’s… 6 PM. Let’s go Barnes.” Sam was now looking everywhere except at you and Rogers as he did his best to drag Bucky, who was doubled over crying with laughter, out of the gym.

You and Steve glared at Nat as she just sat there grinning, looking overly pleased with herself. A flush was creeping up Rogers neck as his fists tightened and loosened. You could see his jaw clenching under his beard and the tendons on his neck stand out in a look of absolute fury.

“You are such a meddling bitch, Romanoff.” You growled at her. Sure, it had been a while, but you were plenty capable of taking care of yourself, which you had told her after she plied you with three bottles of good Russian vodka.

“Yep.” She hopped off her stool and tossed her ice pack into the freezer. “I’m gonna leave you two to it. Talk, fight, fuck, do something. Your sexual tension is bringing down the vibe.”

She easily dodged the kettle bell you lobbed at her head with a laugh as she scurried out of the gym, closing the door behind her.

After about a minute of uncomfortable silence, you and Rogers turned back to each other. His face was no longer bright red as he looked at you, but you noticed something new in his gaze. His pupils were dilated as he peered at you through the hair that had fallen into his eyes. His breathing was deeper as he stepped closer and looked down at you. You were quite a bit taller than Nat, but still only came up to his eyes. He had moved his gaze to your chest, which was rising and falling in a slightly faster rhythm as he took you in, before moving it to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

“Wanna talk?” he asked.

“Nope.”

“Fight?”

“OK.”

You both took several steps back, retreating to your corners. Some unspoken agreement passed between you and Steve ripped off his t-shirt and sweatpants, until he was down to only his boxer briefs. You removed your sweats as well until you stood there in your sports bra and boy shorts. Neither of you examined whether you were doing this to increase your range of motion or for some other, hungrier reason.

You gazed at each other for a beat, drinking each other in. Steve rolled his broad shoulders and neck, bending from side to side briefly as you watched the muscles in his abdomen tighten and relax as he stretched. You reached your arms over your head before folding yourself over to wrap your arms around the backs of your thighs, twisting yourself to loosen your back muscles and feeling his eyes on you the whole time.

After straightening back up, you each gave each other a swift nod then rushed forward wordlessly.

You managed to gain the upper hand first when you vaulted over him as he dove at you, wrapping one arm around his throat as you carried your momentum and brought him to the ground, coiling your legs around his torso like a snake and stretching his right arm out with yours, pinning it in place.

He reached his left arm over his shoulder and punched you in the face.

You let go of him with a grunt and rolled up quickly, but he was able to get behind you and grabbed your left wrist with his right hand, hauling you over his shoulder while his left arm wrapped around your thigh and he drove you backwards into the mat, knocking the air out of your lungs before rolling over to try to pin you.

You got one leg between the two of you and drove your foot into the center of his chest, sending him flying across the room to crash into the free weights. You didn’t give him a chance to recover before charging back into him driving a fist into first his ribs, then his hip and causing him to buckle over before you wrapped one knee around his chest and rolled forward, slamming him into the ground so hard the floor cracked as you went to straddle him.

He caught your knee and carried you into a kneeling position before throwing you into the sandbags with enough force to knock one loose. You landed heavily and grabbed a kettle bell, whipping at him. He barely dodged it as he covered his head and it glanced off his forearm, giving you enough time to rush forward.

He caught you in the center of the mat and twisted you over him until you were pinned; one of your wrists in each of his hands above your head, legs wrapped around your thighs forcing them apart as he pressed his whole body weight into you.

You stopped struggling finally and stared up at him. You both were breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Steve’s hair was falling into his eyes, which were now lust blown as he stared at your lips. You could feel the muscles in his torso twitching against you as he held you in place.

He suddenly released your wrists without a word, and brought one hand behind your head to pull your mouth to his hungrily. His tongue ran along your lower lip and you opened yourself up to him, sighing into his mouth.

His other hand worked its way down your back as his legs loosened their hold on yours and he pressed your hips into his. You felt him start to grind his hardened cock into your mound and let out a low moan. He growled into your lips before releasing your head and started to kiss and bite his way down your neck, drawing soft whimpers from you as he did.

When he reached the tops of your breasts he pulled away from you suddenly to skim one hand up your abdomen before hooking three fingers under the edge of your sports bra and slowly drawing it over your head, eyes boring into yours as he did so. Once his obstacle had been removed, he nuzzled his face into the valley between your tits before gently sucking a bruise there as his beard scratched against your skin. He then moved his mouth to first your right nipple, then your left; rolling them between his teeth and tongue as you pressed your chest further into his face with a gasp.

He continued his downward journey, dipping his tongue into your navel before he reached the top of your shorts. He slowly drew them down your thighs and off until you were laying underneath him, fully bare and wanton, your cunt clenching around nothing as he stared up at you, resting his chin on your lower abdomen as his eyes asked you a silent question and you nodded, almost imperceptibly.

He drew your knees over his shoulders and pulled you down until his beard was flush against your mound. He nuzzled into the soft hair there before kissing the inside of your thighs slowly, his beard scratching the soft skin there as he gently ran the edge of his teeth up to your juncture then back down at an agonizingly slow pace. When you felt him breathe against your entrance, you wrapped one hand in his hair and moaned, and when his tongue found your clit you screamed and arched your back into him.

His tongue slowly circled your clit as he brought up his right hand and brushed his pointer and middle fingers through your arousal slowly, before inserting one finger into your pussy at a deliciously slow pace. You felt him smile against you as you moaned, wrapping your thighs around his neck as he moved in and out, curling his finger against that soft, spongy spot over and over again before adding another finger.

His tongue had stopped drawing it’s slow circles and was now pressing and releasing against you at faster intervals, causing your breath to hitch in your chest as you writhed against his face. He held a third finger at the edge of your entrance and when you pressed yourself into it, he inserted it into your canal, stretching you so good you let out a thin whine. He shook his head back and forth quickly but gently, adding a brand new sensation before he began to suck on your clit.

All the breath rushed out of you at once as you brought your second hand to press his head further into you. His fingers were fucking into you fast now and you felt the tension in your abdomen building as he alternated between sucking and licking at the small bundle of nerves. When he finally latched on, at the same time he curled all three fingers against your g-spot, you came apart around him, screaming his name as your thighs wrapped around his head like a vise as every muscle in your back tightened, thrusting your torso off the mat violently before you sank back down, relaxing as Steve helped you ride it out.

His name was the first thing either of you had said in almost 15 minutes, and he didn’t want to break the silence now. He was afraid if either of you spoke, you’d break the spell that seemed to have settled over you. Instead of saying anything, he gently pulled you down until you were straddling his waist, then nuzzled his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder before resting his forehead on yours and staring into your eyes.

You looked back at him, blinking slowly as you moved your hands down to his hips and slipping your fingers under the edge of his boxer briefs. You slipped them over his hips slowly, and you felt his legs shifting in between yours as he moved himself to help you remove them, never breaking eye contact with you. You matched each other’s breathing as he shifted his hips and lined himself up at your entrance, his eyes giving you a pleading look. You shifted your hips closer to him, and he slowly breached you with his tip, closing his eyes as he did so and letting out a low moan from the back of his throat. He started thrusting into you slowly, trying not to collapse on top of you as he held himself back.

You brought your face up to his and slowly kissed him, gently drawing your tongue along the outside of his lips. The hand you didn’t have buried in his hair moved to his lower back and pressed him into you further, and you softly whispered against his mouth “Please…”

He let out a feral growl and settled his full weight on top of you as his hands moved from their supportive positions. One moved underneath you to hold you against him as he fucked into you fast, the other buried itself in your hair as he wrenched your head back and ran his teeth over your throat, nipping at the small hollow at its base. His hand on your back tilted your hips so each drive of his brought him flush against your clit, and you started breathlessly whimpering as he drove into you at a punishing speed.

Your second orgasm came almost without warning. You felt yourself flutter around him one moment when he suddenly tilted your hips just right and you were seeing stars, your body spasming as an uncontrollable wave of pleasure crashed over you repeatedly.

Steve still wasn’t finished though. He gave you a kiss like a starving man before pulling out of you suddenly. You groaned at the loss before he flipped you over fast and slammed back into you, causing you to let out a cry as his tip kissed your cervix.

He maneuvered you into the position he wanted quickly; one knee hooked over his leg and brought up close to your side with your other leg stretched behind you. He brought one arm underneath you to wrap a massive hand around your throat while the other tangled itself in your hair and drew your head back enough for him to kiss you hard, shoving his tongue down your throat as he continued to drive into you.

You had another orgasm almost immediately. Your pussy was fluttering and clenching like crazy as your body almost vibrated with pleasure. Steve still wasn’t slowing down and you were having so much trouble catching your breath you were worried you were going to pass out. You couldn’t stop driving your hips back into him though, matching his pace and feeling the tension in your core begin to gather again. You rolled your eyes back in your head and let out a thin whimper as you moved a hand between your thighs, trying to gain some sort of control over your own pleasure before your brain short-circuited.

Steve ripped your fingers from your throbbing clit with a growl and replaced them with his own, drawing harsh circles around the overstimulated bundle as you gasped and whimpered. He moved the hand he had at your throat to cup your chin, and tugged at your bottom lip with his thumb. You opened your mouth to gently nip at the rough pad as you felt his hips start to stutter, and he when he bit into your shoulder harshly you let out a scream and came apart violently, shaking underneath him uncontrollably.

His own release was right behind yours, and you felt his hot spend coating your insides as you fluttered around him and he wordlessly roared into your ear. He collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your neck and breathing deeply as he moved his hand from your face to softly cup your breast, lazily rolling one nipple in between his fingers and you came down from your respective highs.

You felt him softening inside you as you started to untangle yourselves. He slowly pulled out and you let out a small sigh at the loss of him. You heard him groan as he caught the sight of his cum slowly leaking out of your swollen cunt, and he left a slow trail of kisses down your spine before gently turning you over.

You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and pulled your face up to his, kissing him deeply as your other hand trailed through the hair on his chest before coming to rest on his abdomen. He rested his forehead against yours again as you both got your breathing under control, before he broke out in an absolutely sinful grin.

You both started laughing then, the previous tension completely broken as you buried your face in his neck and he held you close to him, shaking with laughter.

“Oh my god, I really did need a good fuck.” You said breathlessly, tears leaking down your cheeks.

“Yeah, well I’d say we shouldn’t give Nat the satisfaction of knowing she’s right but I doubt she wasn’t listening in this whole time.”

“Jesus, of course she was. She’ll never stop meddling now.”

He grunted in agreement before giving you a brief kiss to the top of your head, then you separated yourselves to stumble around and locate your clothes.

The gym was an absolute wreck. Aside from the crack in the floor, the weight racks had fallen over in a domino effect after you had kicked Steve into one and two of the sandbags were leaking everywhere.

You were both covered in bruises from the sparring session and the stiffness you always felt after overexertion seemed to have multiplied tenfold as you struggled to pull your sweats back on, groaning at how tight your muscles were. Steve seemed to be feeling it as well as he let out a hiss through his teeth when he pulled his sweatshirt back over his head.

Once you were both dressed, he stalked over to you like a cat and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulling you in for one more kiss.

“Guess we should go face the rest of them.” He said, resigned.

You groaned as he dragged you out of the gym, hand in hand, to endure what you were sure was going to be a chorus of cat calls and innuendos, but when the two of you arrived in the living area, it was just Nat curled up on the sofa, giving the two of you a satisfied smirk.

“Where is everyone?” You asked her, looking around to see if maybe they had moved into the kitchen.

Nat threw back her head and laughed. “Oh they all ran out into the snow once you two really got started. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look as embarrassed as Bucky did in my entire life. He forgot his shoes.” She was crying with laughter.

“Outside, Nat, it’s freezing out there!” The sun had already gone down with how late in the year it was and once that happened, the temperature would drop severely.

“I told them but they couldn’t handle it. Bunch of prudes.”

“Yeah, while you sat here and listened, you pervert.” You and Steve started pulling on boots and coats to head out after them.

“I’m the pervert! While you two had the world’s loudest fuckfest less than 20 feet away from the rest of your housemates, hey!” You had thrown her coat at her face and she caught it to shrug around her shoulders. “They probably had to go out five miles before they weren’t able to hear you.”

Steve growled at her as he ripped the front door open and headed out with you on his heels.

“Oh, you’re welcome by the way! It sure would be nice to get some appreciation for your birthday gift, Y/N… shit.”

Steve had lobbed a snowball the size of a golden retriever at her that she barely dodged at the last minute, cursing under her breath.

Steve wrapped an arm around you as you headed out into the fields to find your poor housemates and apologize, nuzzling himself into your hair with a grin. “Happy birthday.” He murmured to you, giving you a quick kiss before ruining the moment by bellowing “Barnes, get your dumbass back here, you forgot your boots!”

You grinned at him, looking up at the sky where the borealis had started and thinking that maybe birthdays weren’t so bad after all.

#chris evans smut #smut #steve rogers #nomad steve #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #writing

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katsuhera · 4 years ago

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Hii!!! I’m obsessed with your writing, and I was wondering if you could do one where reader is a new girl in class 1-A and Todoroki and fem reader have so muchhhh sexual tension in class BUT he’s dating Momo. So like he fell out of love with Momo because if reader 😏🍆 (it ends in some smut too please)

omfg im so sorry i rlly took this request & ran with it... it came out so much longer than expected so i hope you don’t mind! but thank you so much for sending it in, i think it makes for a good birthday post for him heh

welcome to 3-A (aged up shouto x f!reader)

pairing: shouto todoroki x f! reader (aged up, they’re 3rd years, 18+)

tw/warnings: nsfw (18+), aged up quirk au, cheating, fingering, vaginal penetration, blowjob, reader has a shield counter quirk (explained in the fic!)

wc: 4.6k

a/n: happy birthday to our favorite half n half shouto!!! im in love with him so i had a great time writing this, i’m honestly genuinely sorry it ended up this long 💀 BUT i hope you enjoy it!!💖

“... and it won’t be much different from what you were used to in the general education course, but that’s basically all you need to know,” aizawa explained summarily. “i’ll have a student from the class keep watch over you for the first week or so, just in case you have any questions along the way.”

following a mid-year review, you had been chosen to receive a promotion to class 3-A at u.a. high school. you were both excited and relieved that your efforts to prove yourself had proved fruitful; you’d had your ass handed to you too many times in the past couple of years.

“sounds good, thank you!” you answered aizawa politely, hands clasped in your lap. it’s not like you were entirely new to the school or to the hero program, but transferring to 3-A in the middle of the year did make you nervous. above all, you didn’t look forward to having to make friends all over again.

“ah, todoroki, there you are,” aizawa said, turning to look at the door. “todoroki, meet y/n. y/n - this is todoroki shouto, he’ll be helping you adjust to 3-A and the hero course as well as anything else you might need.”

todoroki stood in the doorway of aizawa’s office, expressionless, only nodding when he was addressed.

“hello y/n, my name is todoroki shouto. please let me know if you have any questions, i’ll be happy to answer.”

you smiled, thanking the heavens for having paired you up with someone so attractive. even when he was doing nothing - literally just standing in a doorway - but he had a certain… charm. whatever it was, you liked it.

“hi! it’s nice to meet you, todoroki,” you said. “i hope i won’t be too much of a burden.”

“i paired you with todoroki because of your quirks, y/n,” aizawa cut in. “i’m sure you’re familiar, but todoroki has a quirk that’s powerful in both defense and offense. yours can perform similarly. when training, i think it’ll be helpful to both of you if you sparred with each other.”

ah, yes - the infamous todoroki shouto. how could you not be familiar? son of endeavor - enji todoroki, the flame hero.

todoroki quirked an eyebrow at aizawa, as if silently asking about your quirk.

“i’ve instructed y/n to not tell anyone about her quirk just yet,” aizawa explained. “you’ll help her adjust to 3-A and the hero course, but sparring with her quirk without knowing about it will be a new challenge for you and the rest of the class. you’ll see.”

you grinned, excited. as nervous as you were to enter an unfamiliar classroom, you absolutely couldn’t wait to spar with the 3-A students.

todoroki nodded. “homeroom will start soon, we should get to class,” he said simply, looking at you. smiling in response, you hopped up to meet him.

the first few periods had gone by surprisingly smoothly. for all of the fame and attention the 3-A students had received over the past few years, none were conceited or condescending towards you, which you appreciated. you couldn’t lie; being a student from the gen ed course, you were expecting some disdain.

“are you feeling alright so far?” todoroki asked you. though he sat next to you, he leaned in just a bit closer so that his voice wouldn’t carry over to the other students sitting nearby.

you smiled softly in response. “all good so far! everyone’s really nice, which i’m grateful for.”

his eyes seemed to linger on yours for just a second longer than was necessary.

“okay, let me know if i can do anything for you.”

how is he so hot? and respectful? you wondered, turning away to look down at your textbook. he’d been nothing but patient and sweet with you, despite his colder, expressionless demeanor from earlier. it was something about having this stoic man seem to be truly attentive to your needs and adjustments that made you inwardly swoon. maybe my standards are too low, you mused.

there were only a couple minutes left of study period - next was training period, and you were more than ready to show off your quirk.

your quirk was basically a shield counter - you could create an elemental ‘force field’ that acted as a shield around you, which scaled according to your physical strength. the shield can absorb a certain amount of damage, which you could then reflect back onto whoever had originally inflicted the damage. you were exceedingly proud of your quirk - but the only reason why you hadn’t made it into the hero course before was because of your lack of physical strength. you regretted not training enough before the entrance exam, but hey - you made it now, and that’s all that mattered.

you figured the reason why aizawa paired you with todoroki was because, like your quirk, his acted as both decent defense and offense - his ice, in particular. not to be a nerd, but you’d done your share of research on the 3-A students. for one, you were hella excited to spar with bakugou - you were sure he’d been on the unsuspecting receiving end of his own quirk.

todoroki, though - he had quick reflexes and would likely put up an ice shield instantaneously after you countered his attack. how you would work around that, you had no idea.

“time to go,” todoroki said, touching your shoulder and interrupting your daze. “do you have your hero costume?”

you nodded, smiling.

“i’ll meet you in front of the locker rooms, and we can head over to the p.e. grounds together,” he said, heading out first.

“sounds good!” you called out after him, gathering your things. this is going to be fun.

after changing, you walked out of the locker rooms, stretching in and getting used to your hero suit. of course, it was tailored to your needs and requests, but everything was still fairly new to you.

todoroki looked up, hearing the doors open. his breath hitched in his throat as he saw you, clad in your suit that hugged every curve of your body to perfection.

he quickly averted his gaze, a twinge of guilt plaguing his mind. throughout the entire day, he’d felt somehow as though he were betraying momo, his girlfriend. every interaction he’d had with you was objectively innocent, virtuous, but his thoughts would wander elsewhere. your suit didn’t help.

he cleared his throat. “ready?”

“mhm!” you replied cheerily, checking the fastenings on your sleeves.

the walk to the p.e. grounds seemed a lot longer than it was, being that it was the first time all day you and todoroki were together with no one else around.

“so… are you really not going to tell me about your quirk?” todoroki asked, trying to break the silence. he thought it was an innocent enough question; after all, he’d been trying his best to make you feel comfortable all day - maybe you’d give him a heads up on what to expect in return.

you smirked. “nope, aizawa told me not to.”

“even though you know all about mine and everyone else’s?”

“what a hefty assumption,” you scoffed. he wasn’t wrong, you knew that, but still - it was as though he were implying that you were plotting something. “i just know the basics, like everyone else in japan does.”

he smiled softly - the first smile you’d seen on his face all day.

“and here i thought you might tell me, considering how nice i’ve been to you,” he said, almost under his breath.

you whipped your head around to look at him.

“wow, really? you act like you volunteered to help me,” you rolled your eyes. “can’t blame me for just listening to aizawa like a good student.”

sarcastic quips bubbled to his lips, but he held them back. he knew that he could make the conversation turn flirty if he wanted, but the thought of momo held his tongue. besides, he didn’t know if everyone else was already at the practice area - the last thing he needed was someone like kaminari listening in and getting all the wrong ideas.

oblivious to his inner turmoil, you continued.

“you’ll see what i’ve been working on for the past couple of years. try not to cry when we spar,” you grinned as you reached the doors to the practice arena. you wish you could have taken a photo of the look of mixed surprise and alarm on todoroki’s face as you bounced ahead to the rest of the class, but settled for saving the image to your memory instead.

aizawa had already explained how practice spars went, so he didn’t take much time to re-explain to the class before he broke you all off into pairs. as you expected, you were with todoroki.

he looked at you warily, unsure of how to approach or attack. you stood there idly, almost wanting to inspect your nails.

“you’re taking too long, mr. student guide todoroki,” you teased. you were riled up - you’d been waiting for this moment all day.

your remark had lit a fire underneath him - you could tell, a new light shined out from behind his eyes. he wasn’t playing around.

she has something up her sleeve, todoroki thought, trying to analyze your actions - or lack thereof. you were confusing him, just standing there. is it because she already knows my quirk?

something about the cocky look on your face was starting to drive him feral. you just exuded this aura of confidence, which, other than in bakugo, he rarely found in the opponents who faced him.

he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. i’ll go for a straight-on attack and see how she handles it.

here it comes - the ice, you thought, watching his movements. jumping into your defensive stance, you conjured up your shield and laughed with glee as it absorbed and deflected the damage, the ice stopping a couple feet from you and wrapping around you, like a bubble.

“counter!” you yelled out, thrusting your arm towards him before he could react. shards of ice hurtled rapidly back to him, getting caught in his predictable defensive ice wall.

“hah! did i scare you?” you beamed, proud of yourself.

todoroki reappeared before his melting ice, a bemused expression on his face.

“a shield counter, huh? interesting,” he remarked.

“that’s all? i almost cut you with your own ice, you know.”

“but you didn’t, because i’m faster,” he said plainly, stepping back. his left side started to glow, embers of fire beginning to flare out from his arm.

you grit your teeth. the ice was predictable. the fire? less so.

flames shot out directly towards you, stopping at the shield you put up just in time. truth be told, you were dubious as to how well your shield could hold out against a quirk that was purely elemental, like his fire. ice had a physical, tangible aspect to it, which you were familiar with and knew could be stopped by your quirk. prior to today, though, you’d never had the chance to test it out against something like fire.

you were pleased to see that the fire damage was being absorbed like usual into your shield, flames wrapping around you, trying dearly to penetrate your defense. you were thankful for your quirk; you could tell that without it, you truly would be toast. todoroki’s quirk had always been intimidating from a distance, but up close, the heat emanating from the flames seemed much more fatal.

“counter!” you shouted again, deflecting his flames back towards him. the protective ice wall he threw up promptly melted.

todoroki’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration. he didn’t want to hurt you, but he also didn’t like losing - especially if you’d already brought him to use his flames.

the rest of the sparring period had passed just like that, with todoroki shooting ice wall after flame towards you, and protecting himself from his own quirk as you cast it back to him. by the end of class, both of your faces were covered in sweat and your chests were heaving as you panted, determined to turn the tie into a win.

“do you understand why i’ve paired you together, now?” came aizawa’s voice from behind you.

you jumped back in surprise, his monotone voice breaking you out of your concentration.

you nodded, wiping the sweat from your eyebrows.

“yeah, for sure,” you panted. you looked back at todoroki. “i think i’m winning, though.”

his eyes narrowed at your response. todoroki always had a calmer demeanor, but it was something in your cockiness, the way that your quirk actually forced him to think and maneuver around you: you’d lit a fire under his competitive spirit and it wasn’t going out anytime soon.

as you adjusted to 3-A over the week, you slowly became more comfortable interacting with the rest of the students in the class. todoroki shadowed you, as instructed by aizawa, but you found that you didn’t mind. his presence was comforting, and you could pretend that your hot, cryptic classmate was shadowing you because he wanted to, not because he had to.

todoroki didn’t mind either. you’d brought a new energy to his life that he welcomed. not that he was unsatisfied at all before you transferred into the class, but interacting with you was definitely something that he enjoyed.

you never missed the prolonged glances he shot at you when he thought you weren’t looking, or the way that his eyes trailed down your body before training matches. you weren’t oblivious to the way he would deliberately let his fingers linger on your shoulder or arm whenever he helped you with schoolwork, or the way he’d lightly brush the pads of his fingertips over yours when taking your empty tray at the end of lunchtime. you weren’t an innocent freshman anymore; you knew there were sparks between you and todoroki, you just weren’t sure if he felt them, too.

oh, but he did.

those idly lingering touches he’d leave on you were the remnants of his self-control as he tried to stay loyal to momo.

his relationship with momo was complicated.

they’d started dating towards the beginning of the school year, to much applause and cheer from their classmates. according to mina, the rest of their class had wanted them to get together at some point.

he didn’t think much of it at the time; momo was beautiful, intelligent, kind - all aspects he valued. but he’d be lying if he said that he felt as though there were ever a real spark between them.

momo’s reasons for agreeing to date todoroki were similar. the son of endeavor was humble yet powerful, intelligent and subdued. she had nothing to lose, and it wouldn’t be honest of her to say that she wasn’t at least a little interested.

that was the start to momo and todoroki’s now five-month-long relationship. they don’t fight, nor do they have any reason to - but that was pretty much it.

you, though - you piqued todoroki’s interest since the moment he met you. he was drawn to your mannerisms and your charm, not to mention the way that your quirk actually proved to be a challenge for him. as the week went on, he found himself longing to see you or talk to you under the pretense of “helping you adjust.” you both knew you’d already adjusted by day four.

and so the two of you continued to prod at the screen of tension that separated you, acting under a guise of innocence all the while.

exam season was quickly approaching, and you felt yourself gradually sinking into the abyss that was exam-related stress and anxiety.

“are hero course exams usually hard?” you asked todoroki, peering up at him from across the table.

“no,” he replied. “but there are people who still do badly.” even from behind you, you could feel mina, sero, and kaminari wince.

“so you don’t find them hard?” you asked. you bit your lip, trying to cram every word from your textbook into your brain. you’ve never been good at memorization, but it didn’t look like you had a choice anymore. the first exam was only three days away.

“not really,” todoroki said. “i just study like usual.”

you gripped his hand, your sudden movements startling him out of his focus.

“help me,” you begged. “i can’t memorize for shit. i’m going to fail. i just got into the hero course, i can’t fail out this fast.”

todoroki’s heart hammered against his ribcage, hypersensitive to the way your fingers wrapped around his own in desperation.

“s-sure, y/n,” he stuttered, not taking his eyes off of your clasped hands.

a jolt of realization went through you, prompting you to let go of him.

“ah, sorry,” you said hastily, averting eye contact. “i’m just nervous, as you can tell.”

he could still feel the imprint of your fingers around his hand.

“it’s okay, don’t worry about it. i’ll help you study,” he said, managing to gather his thoughts. furtively, he glanced at you as you burrowed your head back down, attempting to transfer the information into your head via osmosis. a slight blush tinged his cheeks. cute, he thought, watching you.

your touch had sparked something within him, something carnal, lustful. he knew what he wanted, and it was you, and if he’d judged accurately from the way you’d react to his insinuations, you wanted him back.

todoroki hesitated, unsure of how to phrase the words that were bunched at the tip of his tongue.

“i’m getting distracted here, do you want to study in my room?” he tried his best to stay calm, but he tightened his grip on his pen.

you stiffened, immediately thinking of the implications of his suggestion. studying together, alone in his room?

blood rushed to your cheeks. he probably doesn’t mean it like that, you thought. just because you’re interested in him doesn’t mean he reciprocates it. but still…

“yeah, sure,” you said, trying to keep your cool. you stacked your books and got up to leave with him.

you sat precariously on the edge of his bed as he sat at his desk, laying out his study materials. trying not to mess up his sheets, you were careful with each of your movements as you laid out your own books, poring over them.

despite the initial discomfort, you grew more comfortable. the serenity of his room actually helped you to concentrate on memorizing the material, so after around an hour had passed, you’d forgotten about your racy thoughts from earlier.

“it’s kinda stuffy in here, don’t you think?” you asked offhandedly, feeling hot under your hoodie. you started to take it off, feeling much better when the fresh air rushed to surround your body.

todoroki looked up at the sound of your voice, but his eyes lingered at the patch of skin that was exposed as your undershirt lifted up slightly with your hoodie.

“are you not hot?” you asked, fanning yourself. you didn’t know how he could stand it, being clad in a thick turtleneck.

he couldn’t respond; the visual of your velvety smooth skin had prompted him to wonder what lay under the rest of your clothes.

“hello?” you asked, finally turning to look at him after failing to receive a response.

you caught the moment when his eyes darkened, lust taking over his mind and instincts. his eyes trailed over your body - from your stomach, lingering on your chest, then making their way to your mouth, your lips parted as you realized what was on his mind.

you leaned towards him, shifting your weight onto the hand you placed on the bedside.

“something wrong?” you asked. you knew what was wrong.

forcing his gaze off your lips, he peered into your eyes.

“can i kiss you?”

his directness surprised you, but you appreciated it. why bother asking if you’re already inching forward? you thought, amused.

“go for it.”

in one lithe movement, his lips collided with yours, his hand reaching up to cradle the side of your face and neck.

you moaned into his mouth, the tension that’d been building up for the past week now breaking and washing over the both of you. his tongue slipped past your lips, gently exploring and dancing lightly with yours.

he swept your books to the side of the bed without breaking the kiss, getting up to kneel over you on the bed.

you were both entirely lost in your desire. you gave in completely to him without another thought, hungrily capturing his lips with yours and bringing your hands up to tug at his sweater. answering you wordlessly, he pulled away, ridding his body of the clothing in a second.

your lips parted from his as you caught your breath and stared at his body, his chest gleaming in the last bits of sunlight that filtered in from the window, his muscles rippling over you as he panted.

todoroki refused to give either of you a chance to think as he dipped his head down, kissing and nipping eagerly at your neck, his hand traveling down to meet your core.

you clutched at his shoulders, moaning as he gently pressed the pad of his finger over your clothed clit. impatient, you lifted your hips, pulling your bottoms off.

his finger met your clit again, and the two of you shuddered in tandem; you, at the vibrations that his touch sent throughout your body, and him as he felt your wetness seeping through the thin fabric.

with one finger, he pushed your panties to the side, exposing your slick heat and teasing you as he ran his middle finger along your slit.

“ah!” you gasped, instinctively pressing your thighs together. he sucked at your neck in response, entering you easily with his fingers.

you squeezed your thighs around his body, the two of you quickly finding your rhythm.

briefly, the image of momo’s face flitted across todoroki’s mind, but it promptly vanished as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers. what should have been a pang of guilt was replaced almost immediately with a savage desire to feel you cum violently all over his fingers.

“i know you’ve been wanting this as much as i have,” he said lowly, speaking into your neck. you shuddered, hairs all over your body standing up as his words sent an electric shock throughout you. you couldn’t speak; your mouth was open, ready to form words, yet your mind couldn’t keep up.

“a-ah, fuck!” you gasped, babbling like an idiot as his fingers pumped in and out of you rhythmically. “please-- don’t stop, todoro-”

“shouto,” he growled. “call me shouto.” he continued his pace, moving his fingers in a come hither motion, assaulting the soft, spongy spot he’d found so easily within your walls.

your grip on his shoulders tightened as your hips bucked into his fingers automatically.

“sh-shouto, please--!”

“cum, y/n.”

you spasmed around his fingers, arching into him, gasping for air. he scissored his fingers inside of you relentlessly, denying you rest as he tried to prep you for his cock.

“fuck, y/n, you’re so tight,” he muttered, unzipping his pants with his other hand.

stars still danced in your vision as you came down from your unexpected high, your walls still fluttering around his stilled fingers.

you looked down to see him pumping his cock, a tiny pearl of precum sitting prettily at the tip.

you licked your lips, feeling a growing hunger in your core that could only be satiated by his cock.

keen for him to fill you up, you reached for it, wanting nothing more than to feel him enter you.

he bent down, kissing you, suffocating the whine that escaped your lips.

“i want to hear you say how much you want this cock,” he murmured into your mouth. he grazed the tip against your entrance, enjoying the way your walls squeezed around barely anything.

“i- ah, i want you-” you panted, your voice straining as he continued to tease you by sliding his cock along your lips. “mmnh-- shouto!”

shouto could barely hold himself back anymore, and your moans satisfied him enough. gathering up some of your slick as he slid his cock once more along your hole, he entered you swiftly, the two of you moaning in harmony as your walls trembled around him, adjusting to his size.

you mewled into his ear as shouto started to pound into you, his pelvis brushing against your clit with each ardent thrust.

you wrapped your legs around his hips, squeezing as that familiar sensation started to expand in your core. shouto supported himself on his hand, hovering over you and pressing his other hand on your lower stomach, smiling when he felt how deeply his cock was buried inside you.

low moans erupted from his throat, as he stared unabashedly at your body, feeling the bulge of his cock enter and leave you with each of his thrusts. the added pressure from his hand was nearly too much for you to bear - you hurtling towards your second climax, but you didn’t want to get there too fast.

you squeezed his arm.

“shou- wait,” you panted. immediately, he stopped, searching your eyes for a hint of pain or discomfort. using his stopped momentum as a chance, you flipped your bodies so that you straddled him on top.

“let me,” you said, stripping yourself of your top. smirking at his stunned expression, you slowly started to grind into him, creating slow waves and relishing in the way you felt his cock hit all of your inner corners.

you supported yourself with your hands on his chest, savoring the look of complete and utter pleasure on his face. his half-lidded eyes rolled back as you drew loving shapes with your hips.

your walls gripped onto him with each of your movements, steadily driving him closer and closer to his limit. through heavy breaths, he gradually met the cadence of your hips and drilled into you from under, grabbing onto your hips for support.

“-m gonna cum,” he breathed, his eyes entirely clouded over.

swiftly, you hopped off, getting onto your knees and taking him in your mouth. your eyes met as you slowly went down, enveloping the entirety of his length. the sensations of the walls of your mouth and the way your tongue wrapped around him mixed with low vibrations emitted from your throat as you moaned into him - shouto was sent over the edge.

you felt his hand shoot into your hair, tugging at your roots as thick, white ropes of cum spurted into you. you swallowed with each mouthful, but the contractions of your throat only drove him crazier, summoning every last drop of his seed.

you let go of his cock with a pop!, licking your lips so as to not waste a single drop. shouto lay on the pillow, staring at you with such fervor that you giggled.

he looks so cute like that, you mused. “what is it?” you teased.

i need to make you mine, he thought in response. he lifted his hand to caress your cheek. now that he was more clear-headed, guilt rose up to his throat as he realized what he’d done - he’d cheated on momo.

but he found that he couldn’t bring himself to care enough.

i’ll break up with her later, he decided.

“i didn’t make you cum a second time,” he answered you simply. he flipped you over onto your back, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he traversed down your stomach. just as his lips reached your entrance, he looked up at you.

“welcome to 3-A, by the way.”

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onsunnyside · 4 years ago

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𝙎.𝙍. – Fluff, Soft fics

soft!steve, meet cute, crushes, established relationships…

Read the warnings for each fic.

Organized by author.

← 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵

@ambrosiase - Stolen Sweaters

@angel-spidey - Lover

@angrybirdcr - Dream Of Me

@bonky-n-steeb - drunk in love

@buckysharmony - under his touch

@buckysknifecollection - The little spy

@carpediemm-18 - Moment(s)

@ciarawritesmarvel - a worthwhile catfish - tinder au

@cloudystevie - drunk steve talks about your sex life

@crispychrissy -

Robotic Heart

Star Spangled Scare

@dxisyrogers -

i thought i lost you again

holding hands

@egcdeath - finders keepers - neighbours

@fanficimagery - Imagine chaperoning your little brother on a field trip of his, only to end up chatting with Captain America.

@gotnofucks - The Airport Cliché

@honeyloverogers - [Babies! Assemble] [Alternative: Baby Self]

@howardpotts - Café

@imamotherfuckingstar-lord -

Imagine meeting Steve at the grocery store - personal trainer!steve

Imagine mentally undressing Steve

Imagine messing with Steve’s shirts

Imagine Nat & you teasing Steve

Imagine Steve asking you out

@itsallyscorner - Steve's First Valentine

@itsjustmelainey - New Pillow - nomad!steve

@jamalflanagan - Let Me Upgrade You

@jesuschristtakethewheel - Wanna Bet?

@jtargaryen18 - How to Dismantle Steve Rogers

@just-one-ordinary-fangirl - Protective - pregnant!reader

@jurassicbarnes - Love Him in the Morning

@kidney9-9 -

Gen Z Slang

Wrong Guy - cop!reader

@kiwisomething -

Back To The Future

Cookie Dough Ice Cream - pregnant!reader

@lilbabycee - all good

@mischiefsemimanaged - “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

@mrslilyrogers - Fall into Love - scientist/doctor!reader

@movedvalkyriesryde - We’re Married - modern au

@nev3rfound -

girls night

you came home?

@notyetneedcoffee - Glasshouse

@oliverwxod -

Burning with your touch - touch starved!steve

Use Somebody

@optimistic-dinosaur-nacho -

Countryside Home

It’s A Baby

Long, Long Time

@pies-writes-and-more -

A French Kiss - modern au, meet cute

Imagine Your Boyfriend, Steve, Crashes Your Vacation Because He Misses You

Take A Hint

Probability

@river-soul - Dating for Dummies

@rodrikstark -

bear

s. rogers + giving him a cool rock

s. rogers + his endgame hair

s.rogers + singing in the shower

@sagechanoafterdark - What's New Pussycat? - bucky x reader, steve x reader, werecat!steve, crack humour

@searchforanotherway - Star Beat - dark fluff (?)

@slyyywriting - Nice Guys Finish Last - avenger!reader

@speechlessxx - invisible string

@starfleetstgmgr - Taste Test

@stargazingfangirl18 -

Captain Handsome

Laser Tag

Touch Starved

@stop-obsessing-over-those-actors - Got the Hots

@storiesofthefandomlovers - If I Loved You

@sweetlyscared - Like One of Your French Girls

@thighs-of-betrayal-blog - Setup Gone Right

@trillian-anders - the howlers - drummer!steve

@winterseba - one coffee please - coffee shop meet cute

@waiting4inspiration - The Flirt

@you-are-my-sanctuary - Red

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morizoras-cave · 4 years ago

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Trespasser (Request)

Tom Holland x gn!teen!co-star!reader, Jake Gyllenhaal x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: tom holland x teen!costar!reader and jake gyllenhaal x teen!costar!reader (or just one of them lol) where they're at the red carpet for the premiere of their new movie. suddenly, a fan sneaks onto the red carpet and inappropriately touches/attacks the reader. tom and jake are super pissed and get super protective over the reader. thank you!

Warnings: harassment, inappropriate touching, creepy dude, language

(A/N): LMAO NOT @ ME FOR ACCIDENTALLY POSTING THIS BEFORE IT WAS DONE EYE,,, anyway this is my first gender neutral post. im very happy to be able to include more people in my fics, and i apologize for previously exclusively having female pronouns :) also thank you to @goblinsbones for bringing the whole gender neutral thing to my attention!

“Alright, you’re on soon!” someone yelled from the backstage area. The crowd of fans and journalists was already cheering from behind the curtain.

You and the rest of the cast of Spiderman: Far From Home were standing in your gorgeous suits and dresses waiting for the red carpet. You had all worked so hard on the movie to give it your all, and it had finally payed off. You finally felt the pride as you stood at the premiere.

You hadn’t had a huge role in the new Spiderman movie. At least not yet. Kevin Feige, Marvel’s boss and the Man With The Plan™ had informed you, that you small character would be much more important in the upcoming Spiderman movie. Of course, you had to keep shush about that.

Either way, you’d grown very close to the cast. You had first feared that it would be awkward and that you would be an outsider, given that you were quite a bit younger than them, but that hadn’t been the case.

You and Zendaya basically texted or hung out everyday, you and Jacob pranked everyone together, you and Tom had heated discussion about movies, and you kept Jake informed on Gen Z culture. You loved each one of them dearly.

“You nervous?” Jake asked. He was looking in the mirror one last time, adjusting his tie. You grimaced and shrugged.

“A little bit, but I’m okay,” you said, “I’m mostly excited. I can’t wait to see all the fans. I hope I lived up to their expectations.”

“Well, I don’t know about them, but you lived up to my expectations, kid. And I actually know what I’m talking about!” Jake joked and finally turned to face you. You scoffed and giggled.

“Alright, it’s starting now!” the same man who had yelled before informed, and you saw him scurrying off to a distant corner of the backstage area.

“I guess we’re doing it,” Zendaya said. She was beautiful as always, her amazing taste in style showing through her butterfly dress.

First she went through the curtains, the crowd screaming and roaring. You felt a little bit more nervous then, wondering if they would cheer as hard for you.

Then Jacob went through, and then a lady gestured for you to walk through, which you did. A smile immediately adorned your face. The people cheered for you. There were so many smiling fans further down the carpet and the sky was blue and bright. The sun beamed on your skin, as you took a couple of steps down the red carpet.

There was nothing to be nervous about, you realized. It was awesome.

Jake and Tom followed after you, and then began the slow decent down the carpet. First, past the photographers and then the area with the journalists (arguably the worst part), before arriving at the most exciting part. The fans. The long stretch where fans stood on either side, eyes gleaming in adoration.

You smiled and waved, expressing your joy. Tom and Jake, walking behind you, smiled when they saw your excitement. It was your first big movie premiere.

You were too caught up in the moment, so happy you could burst, to notice or hear the bustle and yelling happening just a little bit behind you, between you and Jake.

No, you didn’t notice that at all, not until you felt a hand on your waist and your shoulder, making you jump. The hand kept you from scurrying away, and spun you around the face the person.

You just assumed it was Jake or Tom or a bodyguard or something. You were wrong. Spinning around you came face to face with a random man, probably 20 or so years older than you. You’d never seen him in your life, and the moment you processed that, his touch on your body felt like a burning, blaring alarm.

“Y/N!” he yelled over the sounds of the fans talking and screaming. His spit hit your face. You tried to grab his arms and pull them off you, but his hold only tightened. “I’m such a big fan! Please! Please, can you sign my shirt?”

You were thrashing and desperately trying to pull him off you, every inch of you showing discomfort and disgust with his hold on you, but he seemed oblivious, or maybe he just didn’t care.

“Get off of me!”

Finally, a hand roughly pulled the man from you, releasing you. You almost fell over, your body hurling away from him. Your vision blurred for a moment, but remembering where you were, you blinked back your tears.

Jake’s hand was digging into the guys shoulder, and you saw the guy twisting in pain. Jake was yelling something, something about “how dare you!” and “what gives you the right to touch them?” His jaw clenched and unclenched.

Tom was marching over as well, and angry look on his face. He got close to the man as well, yelling now too (”You fucking scum!”). Then, across the carpet, he turned his head and his eyes caught yours. He halted. He saw you, hugging yourself, chest heaving, as you struggled to hold back your tears. This was supposed to be fun.

Tom’s heart broke. It broke because he knew the experience was ruined. You’d been so excited. And for what? For some jerk to mess it up for you?

He suddenly felt no urge to yell at the guy, no, he just padded over to you, and brought you into a hug without a word. You stood there.

“I’m so sorry, N/n,” he whispered. With him so close, you could finally hear. “He had no right to hold you like that.”

“It’s not your fault,” you muttered. Tom didn’t answer then and you both just stood there in a hug, warm and nice, holding each other.

You felt a hand gently placed on your back and looked up to see Jake. He smiled at you gently, although you could tell he was suppressing a lot of anger. He and Tom made eye contact for a moment, then both looked at you.

“Alright guys, we better go,” Jake said and both you and Tom nodded.

You begun to walk, but this time you felt Jake settle on one side of you and then Tom at the other. They both grabbed the hand of yours that was on their side, and then you started walking down the carpet again.

You saw some fans awwing, some still outraged at the man’s actions, and some completely clueless. Either way, you held on to Tom and Jake. The warmth of their hands in yours, made a sense of security and safety swirl in your chest. You smiled.

“Thank you!” you said to no one in particular, but the squeeze of your hands let you know that they heard. Although, if you asked them no thank you was needed. No one should be allowed to scare their little sib, and goddamnit they would make sure of that.

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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Tik Tok Tyranny (Marcus Moreno x f!Reader)

Part of the Making Moves universe

Summary: Missy has become obsessed with Tik Tok. Luckily for her and not-so-luckily for you, her mini-mom adds many likes to her posts. Marcus gets roped in too.

W/C: 2.6k

Warnings: Language, Missy gets The Full Name when Marcus gets mad. otherwise it’s rlly tame.

A/N: PSHSHRHTS guys this idea has been rattling around my head and I thought it was super cute so I had to do it!! Lots of love to @leonieb for inspiring the first fic in this universe (who knows, maybe there are more to come?), @theteddylupinexperience for helping me out with all of my plot and helping me come up with this idea in the first place, and my babe @softly-sad for simping over Marcus with me and giving me some ideas!!

Missy’s Tik Tok page has been blowing up lately, and most of it is due to you.

It all started when she downloaded the app, showing you and her father the funniest ones she’d found. Many of them consisted of cute animals and bad jokes, since she inherited her father’s sense of humor. Your phone constantly dinged with new messages from Missy, sending you funny videos and recipes.

This morning, you wake to big brown eyes in a tiny head above your bed. “Good morning,” Missy sings. “We’re making a Tik Tok. Up and at ‘em!” She shouts, pulling back your covers.

You groan and roll over, finding Marcus’s side of the bed empty. “Where’s your dad?” You ask with a gravelly voice, eyes fluttering open.

“I don’t know. Doesn’t matter, he’s not gonna be in it. Actually, we do need a cameraman- Dad!” Missy hollers into the hall.

You groan and rub your eyes, reaching for your glasses. “It’s like 7, kid. How do you have so much energy? You don’t even drink coffee,” You ask her, a yawn overtaking your face.

“Because I’ve been planning this since last night,” she says with a grin, ripping the covers back once more. “Come on, please.”

Another yawn. “Fine. What are we doing, hm?” You ask her, eyes opening as you stretch out in bed.

“I’m dressing you for the day,” she sings. “You know those videos?”

“No,” you groan. “There are a lot of videos, kid.”

“You’re annoying,” she pouts and plops next to you. “Your Gen Z bestie dresses you for the day!”

Marcus walks in with two mugs of coffee, and he hands one to you. You smile and thank him and he looks at his daughter with a furrowed brow. “You’re not making her regret moving in, are you?” He teases her.

“No,” she rolls her eyes as you sip your coffee. “We’re making a tik tok. I’m gonna dress her for the day and you’re going to be our cameraman,” she tells him with a grin, handing him her phone. “Alright, let’s go,” she says and stands, hauling you up and almost making you spill your coffee.

“Damn, Missy,” you laugh and stand with her. “Okay, what do you want me to do?”

She shrugs. “Uh, wave at the camera. This will be the before shot.” Your hair is messy and tied up, your glasses perched on your nose. You’re wearing a large t-shirt belonging to Marcus and a pair of shorts. You sip your coffee and wave as Marcus records it. “Good, all is going to plan,” Missy grins and leads you along.

That video got a fair amount of likes; it didn’t go completely viral, but you were popular. It made Missy excited beyond belief and she insisted that you make another. “How good are you at dancing?” She asks casually over lunch.

“Oh God, Missy,” you chuckle and shake your head. “Not great, but I can move somewhat easily. What did you have in mind?”

She beams at you. “The scene from Mamma Mia where young Donna is on a boat Bill and they dance around on it!”

You both adore the Mamma Mia movies. They’re what brought you together; Missy needed a female presence in her life besides her grandmother, and one night, after being ditched by her friends, Marcus suggested she text you. You brought her to your house and the two of you watched Mamma Mia while eating pints of Ben and Jerry’s, singing along at the top of your lungs and making jokes at the movie’s expense.

It turns out that the dance isn’t overly complicated. You’ve both watched the movies so many times that it’s almost like second nature to the two of you. You’re practicing the dance to the blasting speakers in the backyard when Marcus finds the two of you. “Hey ladies,” he calls out, but you can’t hear him. The two of you are spinning each other around and laughing as you practice, Missy bonking into you and making you both stop, beaming laughing.

Marcus pulls out his phone and records it for a moment, grinning as he watches it. His two girls having the time of their lives, dancing to the Mamma Mia soundtrack in their shared home. It’s wonderful.

The dance segment ends and you both stop, catching your breath. You grin as you see Marcus and rush over to him, throwing your arms around him. You kiss his cheek before burying your face in his neck. “Hi, snuggles.” It’s your favorite name for Marcus: he’s tall and strong but so cuddly and unbearably soft. You want your arms around him at all times. “I missed you all day, stupid work,” you chuckle.

He wraps his arms around you too. “Missed you too, baby. You and Missy are two great dancers,” he chuckles.

“Please. I look like I’m dying,” you snort, lifting your head and kissing him softly on the lips.

That’s your second Tik Tok video to earn a favorable amount of likes: the video of the dance that Marcus took while you practiced.

The two of you make a new joint account: @missyandminimom. Mini-Mom was her new favorite term for you: you weren’t quite her stepmom yet, not married to Marcus and not a legal guardian to her. But you were like her mom. Thus, Mini-Mom was born.

The video was posted again there and got likes in the thousands, sending you into relative fame. Missy screamed every time she checked the app, her new followers exciting her far more than it excited you.

The next step, Missy decided, was that Marcus needs to be a participant. But not a willing one, or at least not a participant that appears as willing.

“Please Dad, you just need to walk through the background!” Missy begs of Marcus with wide eyes.

Marcus shakes his head but smiles. “You’re not making me dance.”

“Nope! It’ll be just the two of us dancing, and you do whatever you need to in the background. It’ll be funny!”

“Isn’t the point of those things that the people don’t know they’re being recorded?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Just act like you’re not! People will think it’s hilarious, us dancing and you just walking in the background. Everyone will recognize you and we’ll get famous!”

“Fame isn’t the goal,” you clarify to Marcus and to Missy. “We just think it would be funny,” you offer up.

Marcus can’t say no to you. “Well, I suppose,” he groans, and Missy cheers and throws her arms around him.

“You’re the best! I love you so much!” She squeals, letting go and running over to where you stand. “Okay, we’re gonna count down then do the dance, you just walk through the background, stop and look, whatever.”

Marcus nods and you give Missy a high five. “Nice going,” you tease and nudge her side. “Alright, you ready?” You and Missy have been preparing the dance for the past couple of days, and you’re wearing matching outfits now.

“Yeah, here we go,” she squeals and presses the record button. She backs up next to you as the timer beeps.

You start the dance, and Marcus walks dutifully through the background a few seconds in. He stands there for a second, staring at your ass, before wandering out before you complete the dance.

“Woo!” You and Missy both shout as you walk to the camera and check out the video. The dance goes perfect, and you widen your eyes as you look back at Marcus over your shoulder. “Jesus, Marcus,” you tease.

“I got distracted,” he murmurs, blushing, and you run over to him and wrap your arms around him, jumping up and wrapping your legs around him too. He holds you up and kisses the side of your face. “You’re so good with her.”

“She makes it easy,” you laugh and bury your face in his neck.

Missy whips around with her phone and records the two of you, where you stand koala-wrapped on Marcus. “You’re so gross,” she groans and heads off to edit the video.

The video does, indeed, go viral, as people recognize that that’s Marcus Moreno in the background, so that must be his daughter and does he have a girlfriend now? You even found you and Missy on the cover of a digital tabloid, in a shot of you hugging. At least they were kind about you.

The next video is a prank on Marcus. You and Missy spent the day planning it, giggling nefariously as you set everything up. You replaced Marcus’s katanas at home with a pair made of plastic, meaning he can’t summon them with his powers. When he returns home, the trap is laid, and you and Missy follow a loose script.

As you cook dinner side-by-side with your boyfriend, you smile up at him. “You know, you’ve never given me a demonstration of your powers, baby,” you murmur to him and kiss his cheek, continuing to stir the ingredients you’re working on.

“Because at home, I’m just your man,” he says and kisses you softly, cupping your face with one hand. You smile into his lips, and you have to admit that you appreciate it. You didn’t realize he was a Heroic until a few weeks of being his neighbor, when it finally clicked that he wasn’t just Marcus, he and Missy weren’t just the Morenos, he was Marcus. Moreno. He always leaves his work at work and you appreciate it.

“Why are you so fucking cute?” you coo and kiss him again. “Still. Just… do the thing, please, whoosh those katanas over here?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his middle and looking up at him with big eyes.

He sighs and nods. “I suppose.” You can see Missy shooting from around the corner and you sneak her a thumbs up. He stares in concentration, holding out his hand to summon them. Damn, he must be out of practice, he thinks, focusing harder. His lip twitches in frustration as it doesn’t work. “Fuck!” He ends up shouting after a few moments where nothing works, and Missy claps a hand over her mouth.

“Dad!” She exclaims with a laugh. Marcus very rarely curses, if ever, and his eyes widen as he realizes she was filming it.

“Melissa Angélica Moreno, don’t you dare-” he threatens as he realizes what she wants to do with it. It’s going on Tik Tok, whether he likes it or not. He lunges after her and Missy squeals, launching off a chase through the house as Marcus pursues her.

That video got the most likes of all of them. Glimpses into celebrity lives always do, and you knew from the start that Marcus’s videos would garner lots of attention. Lots of people thirsted over him in the comments. Many duets were made of people saying they wished they were you. You only supposed it was fair; who wouldn’t want to be with Marcus?

“Baby?” You mumble late one night in bed.

“What is it?” A sleepy Marcus murmurs next to your ear.

You sigh, rolling over in his arms to face him. “I know you’re famous, and Missy’s Tik Tok isn’t helping either, but you love me, right?”

His eyes open and he frowns. “Where the hell did that come from?” He asks, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms tight around you. “Of course I do.”

There’s still a small frown on your face. “You’re a superhero. You have a ton of people who would line up to date you. Lots of options.”

He chuckles and kisses your forehead. “Baby. I fell in love with you when you were wearing a fuzzy bathrobe and drinking coffee on your porch. How could you ever question how much I love you?” He asks, voice tinged with sadness.

You feel warm inside at his words, scooting closer. “I know. I just… get insecure about it sometimes.”

“You never have to be,” he assures you and kisses your forehead. “I have never and will never love anyone more than you, except Missy. That’s a tie.”

You giggle softly. “I love you so much, baby,” you murmur into his skin.

“I love you too, cutie. Now please go the hell back to sleep.”

“More like a grizzly bear,” you grumble but smile. You fall asleep just like that, your arms around him tight and face nuzzled in his neck.

Two days later, Missy comes flying into your bedroom on a Sunday morning, nearly making Marcus spill his coffee. “You guys!” She squeals. “I just posted a Tik Tok that got the most likes ever, and it’s only been up for like ten hours!”

You groan and scoot away from Marcus so Missy can cuddle in between the two of you. “What did you make now, huh?” You ask as she nestles in.

Missy projects her phone to the screen. She takes your left hand and Marcus’s right, joining them and grinning. “Let me first just say… you’re welcome,” she giggles.

The video starts. my simp-erhero dad and his love🧸✨ flashes across the screen over an image of you on Marcus’s shoulders in their backyard pool.

The video rolls, and it’s about 40 seconds long. A popular love song plays in the back over clips of you and Marcus. You kissing Marcus’s cheek after he found you and Missy dancing to Mamma Mia in the backyard. You, cuddled on top of Marcus on the couch, the both of you napping. You koala-clinging to Marcus after he stared at your ass in that dancing video. Marcus kissing you softly as you cooked dinner and asked him to demonstrate his powers. The last video is of you, Marcus, and Missy at a theme park. Both you and Marcus kiss one of her cheeks in sync, making her giggle. The music fades and the video starts again.

Marcus turns to the two of you, eyes watering. He looks into your eyes first. “Did you help her make that?” He asks.

Your eyes are watering too, grinning. “No.”

He grins down at his daughter, the tears slipping from his eyes. “Missy. That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. What inspired you to make it?”

She has a real answer: it’s that she wanted the two of you to see your relationship the way she did. She wanted to reassure you. She’d heard you that night when you told Marcus you felt insecure.

But Missy is a snarky little preteen, 4’4” of prepubescent rage and glitter. “The likes I knew I’d get,” she shrugs and skips out of the bedroom happily.

Before you can say something loving to Marcus, he takes your face in his and kisses you slowly. You both chuckle into each other’s lips, you breaking away and looking at him with big and happy eyes. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Marcus grins, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Hey, I have a question for you. Well, it’s more of a statement.”

“Go for it,” you nod.

“We should get married,” Marcus says plainly with a smile. “I’ve already asked Missy about it, she thinks we should too. Of course, if you don’t want to, I get that. I know we haven’t been dating as long as other relationships do before marriage, and-”

“Yes,” you grin. “Let’s do it.”

He grins and kisses you, holding both sides of your face in his hands. “You know, the two of us seem to really like rash decisions.”

“They always work out in the end, don’t they?” You ask with a grin.

Marcus kisses you in response. They do, they really do. He breaks away a moment later, grinning and watery-eyed. “I still don’t know what a simp is,” he sniffles.

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