#gas skunk x reader

[weenwrites]

Since 2001 takes place in Japan could you do platonic headcanons of a nerdy ready showing them Mikasa park? It's a park by the ocean that has a Pre-dreadnaught battleship, IJN Mikasa it's super cool!

(thank you so much for enabling me to write about my favorite show)

Sideburn sure does enjoy the park, but he isn't one for boats. Sports cars are more his type, but he'll let you tell him all about the IJN Mikasa if you'd like to. Cool things and places like these are what make him really love being on earth—and he's also happy at the fact that he has you around to show him all these cool things about your planet!

Gas Skunk loves little boats, and even while the IJN Mikasa isn't exactly little, he'd still love to see it! Not to mention that the park around it is also really nice and peaceful. He'd like to spend as much time as he could around there before an autobot inevitably comes around and blows him out of it.

[kat651]

winter soldier x reader (enemies to lovers)

Summary: the winter soldier gets badly hurt and goes to the only person he can think of for help. Over time she somehow helps him become bucky barnes again instead of the vicious killer, causing her to fall in love with him.

You pushed the cart into the parking lot and began to unload the groceries into the trunk of your car, humming a tune as you did so. You smiled, satisfied that the last of your errands were done for the day. You then put your cart away before getting into your car.

You had the radio blasting as you drove home. It was a long drive, the closest grocery store was over an hour's drive away. You groaned as you realized your gas tank was almost empty. You pulled into the little run down gas station and got out. You were so done with the day already. You filled your tank then got back in your car, pulling away and turning the radio back on.

By the time you pulled into the gravel driveway that led to your house the sun was setting. You hopped out and immediately a lynx ran up to you, meowing. You smiled and went to the trunk, pulling out the groceries and heading inside, the cat waited on the porch. You tossed her some chicken and she scarfed it down before looking back up at you. The two of you had a strange bond. She protected your chickens from the foxes and you fed her something when she came around. She always appeared when you made bacon and you couldn't blame her. Occasionally she’d bring a friend whether it be a skunk or a raccoon, you didn't mind, the wildlife was your only company.

Once you finished feeding her, you headed back inside to put away the groceries then you went to relax. 

You walked into the living room and flicked on the light. The first thing you saw when you turned on the light was that the window was open, you never left the windows open when you weren't at home. You weren't afraid of robbers, but once you left the window open and you came home to a family of raccoons helping themselves to everything in the pantry. 

You went over to close the window and noticed blood was on the curtain and the window frame. You pulled out your gun and slowly scanned the living room. Someone was here. You noticed mud on the carpet and followed the trail over to the bathroom. You opened the door and pointed your gun into the bathroom as you turned on the light. “You…” you growled, seeing the winter soldier in your bathroom, he was clutching his side and slowly looked up at you. 

“Please…” he said in a strained voice as his legs trembled beneath him. “I-i had nowhere else to go…” he clutched his side and coughed up blood. He looked down at his hand, lifting it off his side, his hand was deep red, completely coated in blood. 

He looked back up at you and you noticed fear in his eyes. You slowly lowered your gun. “If this is a trick, I'll put a bullet through your head.”

“N-no trick…” he moaned as his legs gave out underneath him. Without thinking, you ran to him, steading him before he hit the ground. You grabbed a rag out of a drawer in the bathroom and had him hold it against his side.

You led him back out to the livingroom and had him sit in the wooden chair in the corner, blood was easier to clean off of polished wood than a leather couch. You ran down the hall to grab the first aid kit, you made sure your gun was fully loaded and cocked before you went back to him. He was still just sitting there when you approached. You set the kit down then got a bowl of water and a few more rags. 

When you came back his teeth were clenched and he was trying to grab at something on the wound. ‘Ah, don't do that, you'll make it worse…” you kicked aside the carpet and made him lay on the wooden floor. You put a pillow under his head though. 

You cut his bloody jacket and shirt away before gasping. His left arm was completely metal. You looked at the angry scar that ran along the area where the flesh and metal met you frowned. You quickly looked away and dipped the rag in the water before ringing it out. You then gently cleaned his wound. You realized he'd been hit by a bullet and grabbed out a pair of tweezers, carefully you removed the bullet. His teeth clenched and he squeezed his eyes shut as you did so and you felt sympathy for the murderous man that lay in front of you. The sympathy was short lived though. As soon as his gray-blue eyes opened you remembered he was your enemy. 

You cleaned his wound and he relaxed a little bit. You then reached into the first aid kit and pulled out a needle and thread. “I have too…” you whispered, feeling sympathy for some reason.

He closed his eyes and you pressed the nettle into his flesh, earning a pained but weak whimpered scream from the man. You felt both satisfaction and sympathy from the pained noise that came from his lips, a half grin, half grimace splaying itself across your face.   

When you finished patching him up his eyes slowly opened. The sun was completely gone now and the light of the lamp on his eyes looked like the sea. You were drawn to them, so beautiful… but you remained strong and looked elsewhere. “Come on,” you said, forging him to stand. “You can sleep on the couch… I guess… in the morning I want you gone.” 

You led him to the couch. “Do you understand? I don't want to see you anywhere on my property when I wake up.”

He nodded and you walked off. You paused before leaving. “Is it too hard for you to say ‘thank you’?” you asked, turning around. He was already asleep, shivering slightly. You sighed and brought the first aid kit to the closet and grabbed out a blanket as well as a shirt that had belonged to your late brother. You grabbed a clean bandage as well, just in case. 

You walked back to the living room and covered the shivering man with it. A soft smile spread across his lips and you paused, he was actually kind of handsome… no, really handsome. You growled at yourself. He was still your enemy. You lay the blue and gray flannel on the chair along with the bandage. Then you went to your room and locked the door before laying the loaded gun on your bedside table. You changed into your pajamas and immediately fell asleep.

.-.-.

In the morning, you woke and stretched before stepping into your slippers and taking a shower. You rose before the sun. always.

You smiled as the warm water ran down your skin, you washed your hair and body before stepping out of the shower and drying off. You slipped on your light blue sweatpants and gray sports bra along with your slippers before heading to the kitchen. You paused when you saw the man you'd helped last night still asleep on your couch. You were about to scold him and kick him out then he began to whimper and flinch. “No, please… no stop…” he clutched the blanket, squirming. “No…” you noticed the pain on his face. Then a tear ran down his cheek. “Please, it hurts…”

You walked over and cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder, gently waking him. His eyes opened and settled on you. “It's only a dream,” you whispered. 

He slowly sat up and he scanned your small figure. You then remembered you were only wearing your sports bra and turned pink, trying to cover yourself. 

Apparently he had more manners than you thought because he looked down at his lap and made a motion telling you to go. You ran off and grabbed a sweater before returning. When you came back he was staring at the floor.  He looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours. “I… thank you…for last night…”

You smiled softly. “You're welcome,” you whispered, gently tucking a stray hair behind his ear. He leaned into your touch and you paused. He was beautiful like this. He looked so gentle too, opposed to his usual self. You slowly pulled your hand away and straightened. He looked up at you. “I have to leave don't I?”

You hesitated before kneeling down to check his wound. He’d bleed quite a bit last night. “I… why don't you take a shower and we’ll see how you are after that?”

He nodded and slowly stood. You showed him where the other shower was. “I'll get you something to wear…” you said as he turned on the water. 

You ran and grabbed the flannel then grabbed some sweat pants from the closet along with a towel. You tossed the towel inside the door before a thought crept into your mind. You ran and threw the clothes into the dryer, warming them a bit before placing them in the bathroom. 

You paused as you smelled your brother’s body wash. Tears welled in your eyes but you quickly brushed them away, it was just soap.

You headed to the kitchen and started the coffee maker and grabbed out a large pan, placing it on the stove. You put some butter in the pan before grabbing out some eggs and a few other things. You were cooking for two people this time. He was technically your guest. An unwanted guest but a guest nonetheless. 

You flipped the eggs then stiffened when you felt an arm around you. It was him. You smelled your brother's body wash and forced yourself not to whimper. “Thank you again for… all of this.”

You relaxed a little and leaned into his strange hug. “Are you hungry?” you asked, motioning to the eggs and bacon in the pan. 

“I… yeah…”

You smiled and reached above your head, grabbing down three plates.you moved the food onto the plates. You put one egg on the third plate, which was smaller than the others and two pieces of bacon. You carried the two large plates over to the table before grabbing silverware and setting them at the plates. You grabbed cups and poured orange juice as well. “Sit, eat.”

He looked at you with surprise. “At the table? I don't have to wait till you're done?”

This time tears did fill your eyes. You pulled him over to the table and had him sit. “Eat, i'll join you in just a moment.” 

You walked over and grabbed the smaller plate and opened the window, setting the plate on a fold down table you'd built. “Here, kitty kitty!”

The lynx came running up and sat down as you scooted the plate closer to her.. She meowed and happily ate the food. You filled a little bowl with milk and set that on the table as well before going over and sitting down. You watched quietly as he ate. Finally you reached out and grabbed his hands. “Hey, slow down… no one is going to take that from you…”

“You're not?”

You gave his hand a squeeze. “No, I made it for you…”

He slowed a little and you ate along with him, watching as he relaxed a little. This poor man had been tortured and abused for how long? You had no idea but you wanted him to feel safe for once. “I don't think I ever told you my name… I'm y/n.”

He smiled slightly, looking up. The smile quickly faded. “I don't think I have a name… if i did i've forgotten it…”

You frowned. “I'm sorry…”

He shrugged and slowly, hesitantly reached to grab the glass of orange juice. The whole time his eyes were trained on you. You grabbed your own glass and took a sip. He did the same, a smile spreading across his face he took another sip. So he liked orange juice. Good to know. 

The cat jumped off the table and into the house. It was rare for her to enter. She cautiously walked the man sitting across from you. He stiffened. 

“It's ok,” you said, placing your hand on his. “She's just curious, let her sniff you.”

He watched as the cat sniffed him before meowing and walking off.

“See? You're alright.”

He nodded and watched as the cat walked off. 

You took the empty plates and put them in the dishwasher. The cat ran over and licked them clean, causing you to laugh. 

You then looked over to where the ‘winter soldier’ sat. He was just looking at his hands, clearly afraid to look anywhere else. 

You walked over to the coffee maker and poured a glass into your cup with Thor's hammer on it. “Coffee?” you asked. 

He looked up. “What?”

You held up the pot. “Coffee?”

He hesitated then nodded. You grabbed down another cup, this one had a captain america shield on it. 

You walked over and set the cups down before going over to the fridge and grabbing the creamer. You turned and watched him take a sip, immediately making a face. You couldn't help but laugh as you walked over and poured creamer in both cups. “Now try it…” 

He took a hesitant sip before smiling. 

“Better?”

He nodded and you smiled softly. If he wasn't your enemy you'd probably offer him a long hug. But you didn't instead you picked up your cup and walked into the living room. He followed you like a lost puppy.

You sat and grabbed the tv remote, putting on tangled, it had been a while since you'd seen that one. You figured he'd get bored of the movie and leave but he was glued to the screen, laughing as Paskel shoved his tongue inside Flynn's ear. You watched him from the corner of your eye, he was adorable. 

You stood and left him to watch the movie while you did a load of laundry. You also now knew that you couldn't kick him out so you busied yourself with the task of vacuuming the guest room, making the bed, and hanging up some of your brother’s clothes. He'd need something to wear until you could get him some new clothes.

You felt a presence watching you as you hung up a shirt. You looked over to see him standing in the doorway. The movie must have ended. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

He hesitated. “M-my side hurts but im ok…”

You dropped what you were doing and got him some pain killers. The ones left over from one of your brothers surgeries. “Here, take these…” you said, handing him the pills and the glass of water. 

That night, you gently tucked him in after he’d sheepishly asked you too. “Of course…” you said. “Do you want a kiss on your forehead too?” you’d meant it as a joke but when he nodded you pressed your lips on his forehead. 

When you pulled back, there was a smile on his face. “Goodnight…” you muttered, tucking away his stray hair. 

“y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Will you leave the door cracked? Please?”

You noticed anxiety in his eyes and nodded, you then ran to the bathroom and opened the top drawer, pulling out the extra night light. You plugged it in outside the door before poking your head in the door. “Better?”

He nodded and rolled onto his side, falling asleep. 

.-.-.

You woke in the middle of the night and sat bolt right up, screaming was coming from the other room. You jumped out of the bed and bolted down the hall. You opened the door and found him tangled in the blanket, thrashing. “No please, it hurts… stop please…” 

You ran to him and gently woke him. His eyes scanned the room and when they landed on you he was covered in sweat. He grabbed you and pulled you to him, crying softly, hiding his face in your shoulder. 

“Hey… you're safe.”

“P-please dont… dont send me- don't send me back to- to them…” he whimpered. 

“Shhh, you're safe, I won't make you leave…” you whispered, gently rubbing circles on his back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He hesitated before falling into a ramble. “They hurt me, they still do, they took my mind… i-i can't remember much from my life before, just images, it's fuzzy. I-i want my mind back, i want to know who i am… who i was before-” he began to sob again. “It hurts. It hurts so much…”

You rubbed his back softly, “i have no idea what that must be like… im so sorry…” you whispered as you continued to gently rub his back. 'Do you want me to stay in here with you? At Least till you fall asleep?”

“Y-you'd do that?” 

“Yeah, I will.”

“Ok, yeah, stay…”

You pulled him to lay down, holding him close to you as he finished crying. 

You meant to leave after he had fallen asleep, you really did, but his soft whimpers and random little twitches caused you to change your mind. You ended up falling asleep while holding him close.

When you woke, he was still asleep. You slowly rose and headed to the kitchen, you planned to surprise him with breakfast in bed. But first you poured milk into a bowl for the cat.

You decided on oatmeal. You peeled and cut some peaches to add to the oatmeal while it cooked. Once it was done, you added a splash of milk, some cinnamon and the peaches. You placed the bowls on a tray along with some orange juice since he seemed to like it so much last time. 

You opened the door and placed the tray on the bedside table. You set the cups next to it. “Hey soldier, time to get up…”

“Bucky.”

“What?”

“That's my name… Bucky Barnes… or atleast, that's what I remember being called before all of that…”

You smiled. “Well Bucky, I made us breakfast…” you whispered, grabbing the tray and placing it across his lap.

He smiled and put his metal arm around you before taking a bite. A smile instantly spread across his face. “This seems… familiar somehow…” 

“That does but the eggs don't?”

“Well i remember having eggs before, not very often but i do remember them…” 

You leaned closer to him as he ate. “I'm glad you came to me for help…”

“Me too…”

When you finished eating he took the bowls and you grabbed the cups before following with curiosity. You watched him go to the kitchen and rinse the bowels before putting them in the dishwasher, causing you to smile. He was too sweet.

When he turned, there were tears in his eyes. “I know why it was so familiar… my mother would buy peaches when she had money to spare…” 

You set the cups down and walked over to him, gently pulling him into a hug. “Bucky, i'm so sorry…”

He slowly tilted your chin up. “You're actually a lot like my mother, she would never turn away a broken stray like me…”

You pulled him closer. “Well I happen to like broken things,” you said, looking over at the broken teapot you'd turned into a flower pot. 

“Why?”

“Because… you can always give a broken thing a new purpose,” you said pointing to the teapot. You then picked up a vase, it was made from all different types of broken glass. “Broken is… beautiful.”

You put the vase down and pulled Bucky in for a hug. “Stay here, I like your company…”

He hugged you back. “Really?”

“Yeah. I do.” 

.-.-.

You sat reading a book while Bucky took a shower. You slowly breathed in the smell of your brother’s body wash, this time a smile spread across your face. It suited Bucky well; the earthen smells seemed perfect for his personality. When Bucky came into the living room, he was shirtless. “y/n… I think one of the stitches came out…” he was looking down at his wound that was healing quite well.

You walked over to bucky and looked at his wound. “Well the stitches should start falling out as you heal… it looks ok to me…” you mumbled, gently tapping the skin around his wound. “Does this hurt?”

“Mmm… not really, I guess a little…”

“Alright… as long as it's not terrible pain, then I'm not worried.” You looked up at Bucky and smiled. “Well, what do you want to do today?” 

Bucky paused before pulling you into a hug. “I don't know… what do you want to do?”

“I've got an idea… go grab a shirt.”

“What, you don't like all of this?” he asked, pointing to his abs.

You threw a pillow at his face, “were going outside, i'd put a shirt on.” you said, shaking your head and laughing. 

Bucky went and grabbed a shirt, laughing as you went and picked up the throw pillow. 

When he came back wearing a shirt, your face fell slightly. So maybe you did like his abs. Not that you'd ever tell him that. “Ready?” he asked.

“Just a moment…” you opened the cupboard and grabbed down two water bottles, filling them. “Ok… now I'm ready, let's go…” 

He slipped on his boots, the ones he'd been wearing the day he ended up in your house via the window. You smiled and led him outside and to the back, passed the chickens and cow. “Come on, it's this way…” you led him up a hill,

checking to make sure he was still behind you though. You led him to a little shack and he raised a brow, clearly confused. 

You pulled up a board on the floor and revealed a staircase. “Come on, it's down this way…” 

He stepped down, closing the hatch behind him. 

“You're actually the first person I've ever shown this too…” you said, a soft smile on your face as you stepped onto the stone floor of an underground cave. 

Bucky gasped and looked around with wide eyes. “Wow…” the cave was full of underground moss that gave off a faint glow. There were crystals growing on the walls. “This is beautiful…” he looked over at the little pond full of glowing fish. “Wow…”

You slipped off your shoes, dipping your feet into the water. Bucky looked over when he heard a soft splash before taking off his boots as well. “Glad you wore a shirt?” you asked as he shivered slightly. 

“Yeah i- the waters warm… really warm…”

You smiled and nodded. “Want to go for a swim?”

Bucky looked at you surprised as you tossed your shirt to the side then realized you were wearing a bathing suit underneath. “You planned this didn't you?”

You nodded and waded into the water. “Come on!”

Bucky tossed his shirt aside and jumped into the water, a smile on his face. 

“How long can you hold your breath?”

“I don't know… why?”

“Follow me…” you said, diving into the water with Bucky right behind.

You swam through a little hole and came up out of the water into a little air pocket. Bucky followed and blinked in shock. “Wow…” the whole pocket of this cave was glowing with blue crystals and moss. 

.-.-.

When you got back to the cabin and dried off, Bucky pulled you to the couch, snuggling up to you. “I'm still cold…” was his excuse when you opened your mouth to speak. 

You smiled and nuzzled closer, secretly wanting to cuddle up to him.

“y/n?”

“What is it?”

“I-i love you…”

You blushed and opened your mouth to answer. “I love you too…”

Bucky placed a soft kiss on your temple before his eyes slid closed and he drifted off. You smiled and closed your eyes as well, falling asleep in his chest.

-.-.-

That had been a few months ago.

You sat on the couch, leaning into Bucky's embrace. “I love you…”

Bucky smiled and pressed a kiss on your forehead. I love you too.” he mumbled. Holding you close. 

[ihatebnha]

don't tell anyone but you're definitely my absolute favourite bnha smut writer...

(especially for shoto ssshhh)

JDHRUOSHRIDUEYWIWUUEOTIWKAJEURUWOURJRUAIRYJSNSHDUEIJRJJEJSJRUOEIAJWHEJDJHRURIROSPURIRO i would like to kiss u on the mouth now🥺🤍❤️🤍😳😘❤️

thank u so much tho..... i  promise i wont tell... it can be our lil secret... and shoto’s, of course... 

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You didn’t think the outfit would do much to Todoroki. Always cool and collected, it was rare that he paid attention to things outside of his precise schedule for the day. Besides, he always made time for you, to love and admire you, whether you were gussied up or not, just woken up or home from work, it really didn’t matter to him so as long as it was you. 

It was routine now, affection so inherent to your relationship that you barely thought anything of the nice skirt and matte tights you put on for the meeting you had set up with your boss, leaving the house with a quick kiss to his lips as he handed you your jacket, unaware of the pretty eyes that were glued to your bottom. 

Todoroki had you flipped on your knees so quickly when you returned home that you can’t say you know what happened, his thick fingers immediately pulling at the netting of your dark stockings, which to his delight, rip without much resistance. 

“Sho…” You groan, cheeks heating up against the cool, white leather of your couch as he pulls the fabric down and off your legs until you’re entirely bare. 

“‘Get you new ones,” he responds instantly, moving to mold his chest to your back, at least so he can press his fingers into your ass and his face into your hair, his next words muffled, “Don’t worry.” 

You’re unable to stop yourself from moaning as you nod, spittle dribbling from your lips at the sideways position of your head. Todoroki’s hands slide against your hips as he pulls his chest back up so he can bunch your skirt around your waist, spreading your round cheeks so as to admire the pretty wetness that hides between them. 

He growls, one of his hands, though you’re no longer sure which one, disappearing from your body before coming back down in a quick and tight spank. 

“No panties?” Todoroki asks, despite the fact that he already knows the answer. 

You close your eyes, excited for what’s to come, his large erection suddenly digging into your ass. 

“Never.” 

[emf005]

Knock On Wood

Oliver Wood x Reader

Warnings: The Puns are real, fighting, fluff... (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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What a lovely day to bother the Gryffindor quidditch captain, Oliver Wood. You swung your legs off Fred’s lap and ruffled George’s hair as you went to your dorm.

“Where are you off to?” George asked, tossing the pranking ball at you. You caught it and tossed it right back before it could release the gas from inside that smelt like a dead skunk bathed in vomit, a smell of your own invention you were proud to say.

“I overheard that Ollie was going down to the pitch for some extra practice. Think I need some work on my,” you flipped your hair dramatically. “Chasing.” The two scoffed at your horrible pun, considering you were the best Chaser in all of Hogwarts. Both figuratively and metaphorically. You ran up stairs and grabbed your gloves, threw on your riding boots and grabbed your broom. Everything you owned was pretty worn out, you were muggle born and your family wasn’t exactly the richest. Actually you were poorer than the Weasleys', and there were only four of you!

They looked back up at you as you jumped the last four stairs and walked out of the room to go bug the keeper. You loved bugging Wood. His name was meant for puns. It's just perfect! I mean, Oliver, obviously a good nickname for him was Ollie, which he pretended to hate. And then Wood. There were so many there. And then he was a Keeper. Like, he just made it too easy for you!

“Ollie!” You called happily from the bottom of the pitch. He glanced down and you could hear his eye roll. You flew up and met the Keeper in the air. “What a surprise meeting you up here, hun!” He rolled his eyes and turned his broom around so you wouldn't see the blush on his cheeks from the nickname you had given him. Well, one of the many nicknames you had given him.

“What do you want, Y/L/N. I’m practicing here.” You frowned and leaned forward on your broom.

“Maybe I wanted to practice with you, Ollie. I’m hurt you want me to leave so soon. I got all dressed up just to see you.” He glanced at your attire.

“Honored. You should really get new riding gloves and boots,” he mentioned.

“Yeah, they’re on my list right next to a cyclops.” He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm. “Come on Wood, I bet I can get a few past you,” you grinned, sitting back up on your broom.

“Ha! You wish, Y/L/N!”

“Scared?”

“Never.”

“Then Wood you go get the ball and we can have a go at it!” He groaned at you pun.

“Stop it.

“Stop what? I just told you to go get the ball,” he flew down and started to walk away from you.

“You know what!” You smirked. He showed back up a few minutes later as you were speeding around the pitch. He watched you go in awe at how fast you were flying. How perfect your form was. And how good you looked doing it.

Stop it. He told himself as he called up to you. He tossed up the Quaffle and you zoomed over catching it in one fluid motion, going so fast you nearly knocked him off his feet.

“Lets go, Ollie!” You shouted down to him, tossing it up in the air and catching it. “I gotta beat you by four!” He mounted his broom and flew up to you.

“Why? What's at four.”

“Fred, George, and I have some… business to attend to.”

“Which hallway do I have to avoid this time?” He sighed, making his way to the posts.

“There's no fun in that, Olive oil! You might stop people like you did last time,” you pouted.

“Did you just call me Olive oil?”

“Your name is Oliver, did you not expect me to make an olive pun?”

“I was hoping.”

“I guess you could say you were-”

“Don’t do it.”

“Knocking on Wood.” You smiled.

“I hate you.”

“Nah. You love me,” you blew him a kiss making his cheeks heat.

The game was close the whole time, but you ended up winning by one point. Though, he did not accept his defeat.

“That wasn’t fair!”

“Just because you were too busy laughing at my joke, Ollie, doesn’t mean it wasn’t fair. You always tell me to be more focused. Maybe you should follow your own advice instead of gazing longingly at me,” you joked as the two of you headed to the locker room.

“I don’t gaze longingly,” he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah ya do, mate,” George said, coming over and putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Only at her though,” Fred clarified, doing the same thing on the other side of you. You laughed at the two trouble makers.

“I’m just flawless, he can’t help it. Right, Ollie?” You joked, but he just stalked off to the showers frustrated. You frowned and creased your eyebrows. You didn't take it too far, did you? “Did I say something offensive?”

“No.” they said together, smirks on their faces.

“Hey, Ollie!” You yelled to Oliver, running towards him in your Gryffindor uniform. It was the Slytherin v.s. Gryffindor match today, and you were ready to kick some serpent ass. Oliver just nodded to you and kept walking. You frowned and stopped watching him go. What was that? Fred and George came up behind you.

“What was that about?” George asked. You shook your head and looked after the boy you longed to talk to. It was a well known fact amongst the three of you that you liked him. They had tried to get you to tell him on multiple occasions, but every time you went to say something, a pun just came out because of your nerves.

Harry came over to the three of you and looked past you to see Wood walking away with his shoulders a bit slumped.

“He’s been like that all day.” Harry said, shaking his head. “Don't know what's gotten into him. Maybe throw him a pun or two today, Y/N. Looks like he needs one.” Harry left you three to stare after Wood as he made his way to where the majority of the team was, ready to walk out and begin the game against the Serpents’ house.

Brutal. That was the only way to describe how they played. Well, that was also how your team played. The rivalry between the houses fueling the urge to win. Skill increased, adrenaline flooded through everyone on the pitch. Rooms zoomed through the air, the wind combined with the cheers and boos from the crowd was deafening.

It was brilliant.

Y/N zoomed through the air perfectly, avoiding everyone as she threw the Quaffel into the top goal post. Gryffindor cheered and she smiled, flying her broom around in victory as the Slytherin’s booed her. Y/N watched the Quaffle get tossed around by a few Slytherin’s and zoomed over to them. As it was tossed in the air she intersected it and flew around towards the Slytherin side again, scoring yet another goal. The Slytherins sneered at you and, unbeknownst to you, had a plan up their sleeves.

The Quaffle was tossed to you again and then you were being chased, but this wasn't your normal chase. You had two Slytherin players in front and back and two on your sides.

You swore to yourself as they got closer. Suddenly they all just dispersed. You were far up in the clouds at this point and it was hard to see. You began to speed back down when something hit you in the head, knocking you off your broom.

You fell. You heard screaming, but you didn’t know if it was you or someone else. You felt yourself slow down but you were still going fast, the Quaffle still tightly in your grasp as you hit the ground. Everything went black.

Wood watched the Slytherin team surround you and take you up into the clouds. What were they planning? The team dispersed and flew back into view, but you weren’t anywhere to be seen. Then he saw your figure falling. His heart stopped. Dumbledore cast a spell to slow you down but you were still going too fast.

“Y/N!” him and the twins cried in unison, flying down to meet you on the ground. Your body bounced and you were out cold. The rest of the quidditch game was canceled and everyone made their way out onto the field to see what happened, Madam Hooch in front of them all. The three boys stared down at you unmoving body thinking that the fall killed you. The Slytherin’s walked off the field, not caring anymore. They had won. But that wasn’t the reason Oliver Wood’s blood was boiling. They had hurt you and that was not ok. Ever.

Madam Hooch took you to the hospital wing and Fred and George were about to follow when they noticed Oliver heading towards the Slytherin shower area with his fists clenched. They followed.

“Oi!” The boys clad in green turned around at his voice. “Was that really necessary? She could’ve died!” Marcus Flint scoffed.

“Not our problem.” Wood clenched his jaw.

“It is your problem.”

“Why, pissed off we hurt your mudblood girlfriend? Can’t even buy herself proper riding-” Flint didn't get to finish his statement thanks to Wood’s fist in his face. He stumbled back and Fred and George grabbed Wood’s arms pulling him away form the fight.

“Say that again. I fucking dare you!”

“Wood, shut up mate!” Fred hissed, struggling to pull him away.

“Lets go right now! I’ll fucking take you all down. Right here right now! Lets go!”

“Wood!” George hissed. “No. If you won’t come with us for your own sake, at least do it for her sake.” Wood growled, making the twins lean back. He just growled. They had never seen him get so defensive over something. So protective.

“Yeah! Go running to your mudblood girlfriend, Ollie.” The three froze. The twins dropped Wood’s arms and in three seconds he was on top of the Slytherin’s beating the lot of them to a pulp. They looked at each other and slowly backed away.

Wood could take care of himself. That much had always been clear. But this… This was just horrifying.

You started to stir a bit, everything in your body aching, you head pounding. You felt sticky, but not your normal sweaty sticky. You groaned and opened your eyes. The lights of the infirmary blinded you a bit.

“Y/N?” The twins? Your eyes adjusted and you saw two redheads staring at you from above. It all came back to you and your blood boiled. “How do you feel?”

“Can I please have a knife?”

“First off, no.”

“Second off, why?”

“I am going to stab each and everyone of those Slytherin pricks so they bleed and hurt and beg me for mercy.” You groaned.

“She’s up?” Your head snapped up at Wood’s voice, but you couldn't see him.

“Yeah.”

“But she’s in a killing mood again.” The twins patted your leg, silently telling you they’d be back later. Oliver came and sat by you, you turned your head so you could see him.

“You look good.” you smirked sarcastically.

“Yeah well, you don't look picture perfect either.” You cringed mockingly.

“That hurt Ollie. Almost as much as these broken bones.”

“You're lucky you're not dead.”

“I mean, there's still time for that. So…” you stabbed his shoulder three time with your fist. “Knock on wood.” He let out a laugh and you smiled.

“You laughed.” He looked at you.

“Yeah. Why do you sound so surprised?”

“Because you never laugh. Why do you think I always try? Who knew falling off my broom would get you to laugh.” “Yeah, well. Don’t go doing that again. You gave me quite the scare.” You laughed, cringing at the way you felt your ribs shift. He looked panicked. “What happened? Do I need to get Madam Pomfrey?”

“Relax, Ollie. It was just my ribs shifting. Nothing to over react about. So, what did happen to that pretty face of your? You look like a woodpecker attacked you.”

“You really can’t turn the puns off can you?”

“I just got to get Olive them out.”

“Wow. That's pathetic.”

“You never answered my question. Are you alright?”

“I just had a row with the Slytherin team. They called you a few… unsavory words.”

“Pour mudblood?” You asked without breaking. His eyes widened, surprised to hear you say the slur. You shrugged. “Yeah. They say that a lot.”

“And you’re just fine with that?”

“Well, I mean. No. But, what am I going to do about it? Take on all of Slytherin house?”

“I did.”

“Which was incredibly stupid. Why would you even do that?”

“Because they insulted you!”

“Ollie, why does that matter? I’m no one important!”

“Yes you are!”

“Really? To who?”

“The twins! The team! To me!” You fell silent and he heard what he said. He was about to cover it up.

“I’m important to you?” He swallowed.

“Yeah. Always have been.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “Always will be. Y/N." He started to gain more confidence. "I have been in love with you since our first year when you made a Woody woodpecker joke at my expense. Whoever that is.” You laughed, remembering the cartoon.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Because I was scared.”

“I scare the Oliver Wood? That's an accomplishment.”

“I’m trying to confess my feelings here!”

“If you just kiss me, I think I’ll get the hint!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” He grabbed your face and, as gently as his adrenalin allowed him, brought it to his, putting his lips on yours, finally. You two would have continued to make out if not for a clearing of someone’s throat. Oliver disconnected your lips and looked back to see Madam Pomfrey.

“Miss. Y/L/N needs her rest, Mr. Wood. I am well aware of you two strained and prolonged crushes and am glad to see you two have finally stopped acting like buffoons and gotten to it already. But she has just fallen from an extraordinary height so it is appreciated if you would keep it to a minimum until she is well enough to at least walk.” She turned on her heels and walked out. You started to laugh and Oliver placed a kiss on your cheek.

“When you finally get out of here, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to,” he whispered into your ear. He pulled back with a smirk on his face and you gaped at him.

“Ollie!” You laughed. “Didn’t know you had that side to you.”

“Lots of things you don’t know, love.” he kissed your head. “Get some rest.” You smiled, your eyes already closing.

“M’kay, Ollie.” You were on the verge of sleep when you muttered out a question. “Hey, Ollie?”

“Yes, love?”

“You’ll still kiss me when I wake up, right?” He chuckled.

“I don't think I can stop now.” You smiled, sleepily.

“Good. I don't want you to.” You fell asleep and he watched you for a moment.

“Neither do I.”

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Twisting and Pulling and Bobby Pins // Jason Todd X Reader

Warning/s: Jason being a little OOC, but that’s okay

Word Count: 1,388

Hello my peoples! Peoples of the internet and fandoms and obsessing over people who sadly do not exist on this Earth. Well, I said the next one would be Steve Harrington, and here we are with Jason Todd...my bad. But this thing keeps growing and won’t stop. I need to stop. But I can’t, because I love. Enjoy, readers!

Here’s my Masterlist.

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The relationship between your hair and you can be described as a love/hate relationship.

You just loved how long it was, when it's thick lion like mane would stay in the style you need for the day, whether informal, ponytail, or a formal occasion. But also hated when time was not on your side and the thick and course hair on your head was disagreeable, wanting to do whatever the hell it wants, like right now when you were supposed to be in the cave getting updated for a mission.

"Dammit, " You groaned, letting your hair fall back around your face, the little hairs not staying out of your face. "Why of all times, now doesn't work?!"

Tried a braid, a ponytail, a bun, even twisting it and hoping for the best. 

Nothing helped. "What if I just let you go free today?" You brushed through your hair with your fingers, trying to pull any of the knots that formed from your endless fiddling with it.

The squeaky floorboards near your bathroom door creak, someone chuckling from behind you. "Don't you think that would be a safety hazard, for you and whoever we're going after?" Jason leaned casually against the door frame, you could see a faint smile of amusement on his face through my mirror, the two of you locking eyes. "Need help?"

"Do you know how to hair?" You spun around and stared at the black hair man, the little white streak in his hair making him look like a skunk, thankfully without the stink. Most of the times.

"You could say it's a secret power that is non-disclosed to the public." Sceptical thoughts ran through your head, you may hate it when your hair doesn't work with you, but not enough hate to cut it off if Jason made your situation worse.

Slowly you nodded, and he entered your bathroom, his helmet and gloves on the dresser next to the door. He began running his hands through your hair, rubbing a few strands of it between his fingers as he pursed his lips; you could almost hear the gears in his head turning in how quiet the Manor was. Jason finally nodded to himself and grabbed a section of hair, gently pulling it into what he wanted it to do.

You watched him through the mirror you sat in front of, his green eyes focusing intently on what his fingers were doing. "You go one of those little elastics?" Handing the accessory to him, he tied off a section of your hair and pushed forward the small side braid he used to tie the front of your hair back.

It took him ten minutes, you were sure Bats will be pissed at you both, but Jason was so into what he was doing that you didn't have the heart to cut him off, before he stood back. "Pass me seven of those bobby pins."

Putting the pins in his mouth, he opened them and stuck them into various places on the back of my head, pinning my hair down. "Done!" He stepped back, grinning happily to himself for what he did. You happily stood up from your kneeling position you were in and looked in the mirror to see what he did.

A braid wrapping around the top of your head and twisted itself around the bun that you saw at the back of your head, where a bunch of smaller braids were joined together to form the tight bun at the crown of your head. Gently shaking your head, it shocked you how stable it felt without pulling at any one strand of hair, seemingly impossible for this to fall apart.

"Damn, Todd. I may need to hire you to do my hair whenever we have missions." You turned around smiling, not sure how to thank him since he didn't seem like much of the affectionate type. You grabbed his hand and started pulling him to the cave, where no doubt a short lecture awaited the two of you. "Come on, Todd, let's go kick some ass!"

<<<>>> 

The mission was a pretty good success, Joker was put in one corner of Arkham Asylum and Harley was in the other, both with gags in their mouths.

Standing in front of your mirror again, you were still amazed at how well your hair stood up to the mission with Jason's handiwork, fibbing to Babs that you just copied one of those crazy Pinterest posts.

Flopping onto you bed, you began scrolling through said app, looking for hairstyles you could possibly ask Jason to try out for you later, if he was willing to do this again for you.

Someone knocked on your door, drawing you out of your Pinterest scouring. "It's open!" You yelled back, looking around your phone at your door to see Jason standing in your doorway sheepishly, well, as sheep like as a six-foot wall of muscle marksman could look. "Hey Jay Jay." I smiled over at him, throwing my phone on my pillow behind me.

Immediately you were concerned with the sight before you. Jason looked tired and on the verge of what looked like an anxiety attack. His hair was a mess, the white streak from the stress of Lazarus Pit was messed up and spread all through his hair, making it look like he was running his hands through it. His iconic leather jacket was gone, leaving him in a black muscle shirt and his blood covered jeans.

"Hey, Y/N, can I-can you come sit with me?"

<<<>>> 

You entered the dark living room, the only thing illuminating the room was a small fire in the fireplace you were sure Alfred had prepared. Jason took a seat in the large couch and patted the cushion next to him.

Before you were even fully seated on the couch, his arm wrapped itself around your waist, pulling you to fall between his legs and lean into his chest. He pulled the bobby pins out of your hair, letting it fall onto your shoulders, being gentle to make sure he wasn't pulling any of it.

"Jase, you okay? Did something happen between you and Bruce again?"

He took a few well-planned breaths before he responded. "Nothing in specific, I'm just exhausted." Your hair was fully free, the bobby pins and elastic lying next to the two if you on the table. "It's just...when I was doing your hair today it was very calming, and it's all I've been wanting to do since we got back. Am I being a creep?" Jason confessed, sighing contently to himself as he ran his fingers through your now wavy hair.

"No, Jason, you're not being creepy." You chuckled softly, happy that nothing serous was going on with Jason. "If this helps you, you can mess with my hair all you want."

As soon as you opened your eyes, you knew you had fallen asleep, even if you didn't know for how long. The room had dimmed down, the fire from earlier now crackling embers. Looking down, you saw a blanket had been thrown over the two of you, even if you were mostly the blanket to Jason. Hearing the soft footsteps retreating away from the main room, you could only suppose it was Alfred who was up this late into the night.

Grabbing your phone out from under your thigh, you decided to text the old friend rather than get out of the comfy situation. 

"Thanks for the blanket, Alfie." 

"Anything for someone who can get Master Jason to sleep so soundly." You smiled at the text and gently laid your head back against Jason's chest, counting his slow and steady breaths to get you back to sleep. 

Your phone however decided to buzz one more time, stopping you from drifting off entirely. "I may have to request to know your shampoo, Miss Y/N, may have to use it as a knockout gas on Master Jason." And what followed would be your favorite picture of your best friend for years to come. 

You were just sleeping against Jason while your hair was covering the majority of his face, almost drowning himself in your thick hair.

"Oh gosh. Don't let his brothers see that." 

"Don't worry, just you and me, Miss Y/N. Good night."

"G'night Alfred."

[6rookie-writer0110]

Welcome to the team?

Kara Danvers x Reader x Lena Luthor

Summary- Reader is worry that Kara and Lena won't like Wade.

You are in a polyamorous relationship with Lena Luthor and Kara Danvers. You have been dating them three years now, not many support the relationship but you don't care about them. Alex and the others do support the relationship which is great.

You do help Kara save people together, you two are known for being the power couple. You know everything about Kara and Lena’s family and their history. But they never met your brother, Wade, because you don't know if they will get along with him or he will piss them off. You just don't know how they will react to Wade. Because you and Wade are two completely different people.

”Who are you texting?” Lena asked.

”My brother Wade. We mostly send each other memes” You said.

”You know everything about my family and Kara’s both families but we never met your family. Are you ashamed of us?” Lena said.

You put your phone away. You hold her hands.

”Babe, please believe me that I am not ashamed of our relationship. I love you and Kara so much. I'm worried that you and Kara won't like Wade because well um... He is wade” You said.

”We will like him because he is your brother. He can't be worse than my brother” Lena said.

”I will tell Wade to come so you and Kara can meet him,” You said.

”Great, I will let Kara know. Now, go save those people” Lena said.

”I will,” You said.

”Be safe” Lena said.

Lena kissed you then you used your speed to leave. Before fighting the bad guys, you sent a quick text to Wade.

After all day, from saving people you and Kara are finally resting at home. Lena came home and she told Kara about your brother visiting.

”Finally, we get to meet him. So, when he is coming?” Kara said.

”I don't know, yet. He hasn't told when he is coming” You said.

”I really hope he will come. The others are coming bit for game night, in a little bit” Lena said.

Wade is happy about your text. He wants to surprise you and he tracked your cell phone. Wade knocks on the door and he has on his suit. You got up to to see who is knocking on the door.

”Who?” You asked.

”Housekeeping” Wade said in a female voice.

Once you opened the door, Wade jumped on you and you fell down. Kara used her strength to pick up Wade and slam him against the wall. She thought he was going to kill since he has swords and the red suit on. You stood up fast

”Kara, don't hurt him. He is my brother, Wade” You said.

”Brother? Oh, I thought he was going to kill” Kara said.

She let's go of him. You introduced Wade to everyone

”Y/N, you have two girlfriends! Wow, impressive. They couldn't resist your charm” Wade said.

”Why are you wearing that?” Lena asked.

”i want to be a hero. Like Supergirl and Y/N,” Wade said.

”I’m sure Supergirl will be happy to-”

Wade farted and it smelled really bad.

”Oh my God, Wade what did you eat? A baby skunk” You said.

”I shouldn't have eaten food from the gas station. I need a bathroom right now” Wade said.

”Down the hall on the right,” Kara said.

Wade ran to the bathroom.

Minutes later~

”Y/N, I need more paper toilet! And more Febreze spray! It smells so bad here, I don't know what they put in the food but oh my God my ass is burning!” Wade said.

”Wow,” Lena said.

”Sorry, but Wade doesn't have a mute button. He says anything that is on his mind” You said.

”Y/N, more paper toilet!” Wade yelled.

”I’m coming!” You yelled.

Lena and Kara are speechless, because of how the first impression of Wade and how it's going.

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Since Wade came to National City, you haven't had alone time with Lena and Kara. You took to the DEO, to show him around and he really can't wait to be a hero.

”Where is your brother?” Alex asked.

”Bathroom,” You said.

”Kara is going to kill him” Alex laughed.

Wade has on Kara’s cape, boots, and skirt.

”I always wanted to have a cape. Now, I see why you have a cape, Y/N. But I didn't like your color so I took Kara’s cape. So, let's kick some ass!” Wade said.

Everyone is staring at him.

”Supergirl, won't be happy. But we have to go now” Alex said.

”Our first mission!” Wade said.

Alex saw Wade jumped into your arms but you didn't catch him.

”You asshole! I wanted you to catch me” Wade said.

”You could have said that!” You said.

You and Wade start to call each other names. You and Wade always make fun of each other but don't mean it.

”Guys! Supergirl needs us now!” Alex yelled.

You picked up Wade bride style and used your flight to leave.

Arriving at the scene, you let go of Wade because he wanted to do a superhero landing.

”Nice,” You said.

”Who the hell are you!?” The criminal asked.

”My name is Deadpool and I'm a supergirl,” Wade said.

”Trainee,” Alex said.

”We are working out the names! Back to us, give up and we will go easy on you” Wade said.

He takes out his guns and aims at the criminal.

”You have a gun!? We don't kill people good or bad!” Kara yelled at Wade.

”I'm trying to scare them,” Wade said.

Wade and Kara start to argue back and forth. You and Alex worked together to stop the criminals.

Eventually, Wade took off the cape, boots, and skirt. Kara doesn't like Wade style of killing bad guys and you don't know how to calm the situation.

”Alex, I don't know what to do,” You said.

”They don't like him?” Alex asked.

”Kara is trying but it's not working. Lena well, we will go to see her for lunch and hope it will go fine” You said.

”Good luck. I like him and he is kinda funny. But you and Wade are definitely two different people, I would have never guessed that he is your brother” Alex said.

”I get that a lot,” You said.

J’onn called you because he needs your help with something. Kara is talking Lena, telling her what happened.

”Mr. pool needs to talk,” Wade said.

He put his arms around their shoulders and Kara rolled her eyes at him.

”About what?” Lena asked.

”Well, as the older brother of Y/N. If you break their heart, well I will come to your house and piss on everything you love then I will torture you” Wade said.

”You know, I can break you in half,” Kara said.

Wade starts to laugh hard.

”That is so cute... Boop *he touched her nose* I know you are strong, no doubt about that. But I haven't seen Y/N this happy in a long time. So don't hurt Y/N or else” Wade said.

Lena raised her eyebrow and stare at him. And thinks to herself, wow he is literally insane.

”We will never hurt Y/N. You don't have to worry about that, trust us. We love, Y/N and we are happy in the relationship” Lena said.

”Good. Mr. Pool is happy. Now let's eat” Wade said.

Kara shakes her head.

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You and Wade are eating chimichanga at the DEO. You and Wade really missed each other a lot and you are happy he is here.

”So, do you like Lena and Kara?” You asked.

”Yes. They make you very happy. I'm glad you are happy since what happened to your last relationship” Wade said.

You nod.

”I’m in love with them. I want you to get along with them because it will mean a lot to me” You said.

”Don’t worry, they love me and we are best friends we go together like Wham!” Wade said and you laughed.

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You, Kara, Alex, and Wade see the Juggernaut destroying the city.

”The Juggernaut! He is one of my favorite villains” Wade said

Kara and Alex looked at Wade strange.

”I’m going to tear you apart” Juggernaut said.

”Oh, my God. Do you think I can get a picture? -” Wade said.

”Deadpool! No time to act like a fanboy. We have to stop him now” Kara told him.

”Ugh, fine” Wade said.

You ran toward him to punch him but he punched you and you hit the car. Then Kara starts to fight him. Wade took out his gun and start to shoot at Juggernaut.

”I said no we don't kill!” Kara yelled.

Juggernaut starts to run towards Alex, but Wade pushed Alex out of the way. Juggernaut grabbed Wade and throw him against the building that caused a hole in the wall.

Alex used her gun to tase him then you and Kara fight him together.

After stopping him, then you went to check on Wade. Alex and Kara think Wade is dead because he is head is backward.

”I’m sorry for your loss,” Alex said.

”What?” You said.

”You don't seem sad that he is dead,” Kara said.

”Because he isn't dead,” You said.

Wade sat up, Alex and Kara’s eyes opened wide. He starts to touch his head

”Motherfucker this hurts. You think, Juggernaut will give me an autograph” Wade said.

He snapped his head back and you helped him stood up.

”He can't die,” You said.

Back at the DEO, Alex, and Kara found out that Wade took pictures with the prisoners. Now Kara is yelling at Wade

”Babe, try to calm down. Wade is just having fun” You said.

”If he wants to have fun then he shouldn't be here. What he did was childish and unprofessional” Kara said.

”We just took pictures. But next time they are out then we will go to the bar. Y/N, how come you didn't tell me there was an alien bar! Take me there now or else” Wade said.

”Or else what?” You asked.

Wade formed his hand into a gun.

”Phew,” Wade said.

”Don’t you phew me” You said.

He did it again.

”Phew” Wade said.

Now you and Wade are saying phew as if you two have laser guns. Everyone in the DEO is watching, you and Wade aiming at each other with fingers and saying phew. Kara sighed and rubbed temples and Alex is watching. Even Lena is seeing what is going on.

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Tonight, it's game night only for you, Kara, Wade, and Lena. Lena does get along with Wade and she is happy that he isn't like her brother Lex. The more plays all of you played, Kara and Wade start to get along a little better. Wade will stick around for a while and he is still a hero in training.

”Wade you are officially a part of the super friend's group,” Kara said.

”I thought you didn't like him?” You asked.

”His heart is in the right place. It's not my to place to say who can be a hero, but I know he will do it for the right reasons” Kara said.

”Now we are best friends,” Wade said.

”I’m just glad you are not like my brother. That would have ended differently” Lena said.

”You are my best friend too. Y/N, don't you steal money from the bank!” Wade said.

All of you are playing monopoly.

”I didn't steal! You always steal the money that's why we never finish playing the game” You said.

You and Wade go back and forth arguing.

Lena and Kara just watched and laughed. They drink their wine, Kara has her arm around Lena.

”They definitely are like kids when they are together,” Lena said.

”At least they are spending time together” Kara said.

[tenta-midnight]

Rockstar X Reader thing-

You wanted to do 3 interviews on 3 musicians. You loved music of any sort, but you did only Carol, Macaron, and Marshmallow. You wanted to do the other three musicians. DJ, Rockstar, and Mint Choco. You actually had a secret crush on them. 

The only problem was that you...had a gas fetish. It was pretty embarrassing to you. But surely they would understand if you told them. You first decided to go to Rockstar. Since he was your most favorite. 

You took a deep breath and started to knock on the door. You heard crashes, followed by some curses you couldn’t identify. It wasn’t long before Rockstar opened the door. “Uh, yeah hello?” “Um, hello! I was wondering if you wanted to do an interview?” His eyes widened as if he had just remembered something, “Oh right! Someone told me this would happen! Sure. Come in.” He opened the door fully. 

“Sorry about the mess...” You giggle a bit. “It’s okay. My room is messier than yours.” You looked back and Rockstar had smiled a bit as he closed the door behind him. “And don’t worry! This won’t take long.” You added. 

Grrrrrgggggmmmm...

You heard started to hear a slightly inhuman growl.  ‘What was that...?’ You thought. You noticed that Rockstar had a hand over his stomach, but you said nothing about it.

______After the Interview_____

“Alright! That’s all the questions! Thanks for lending your time to me!” You smiled warmly as you got up from your seat. “No problem! I’m glad I could help you for your first interview!” Rockstar grinned, blushing a bit as he put a hand to his stomach. “Oh! I-I was wondering, can I tell you something?” “Hm? Oh of course!” You started to fiddle with your fingers as you tried to find a way to tell him. “Well…I…I kind of have…A-”

BBBBBBLLLLLLLRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTTTT!!

Your sentence was cut of by a loud bubbly sounding fart. Your eyes widened as you looked at Rockstar, who’s face was an inhuman shade of red. “Shit! I-I’m so sorry! I-I ate a lot before the concert and I just couldn’t-” You finally found your words and took a deep breath. “I have a gas fetish!” It went quiet for a minute, until Rockstar broke the silence. “You…Y-You do?”

“U-Um, y-yeah. I-I really like it!” Rockstar went quiet for a minute, looking like he was thinking of something. “Well...If you like it...” He slowly started to lean to the side. “Hnnnng...”

PRRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRRRBBBBBBtttttTTTT!!!

A wet, slow sounding fart erupted from his ass, followed by a sigh of relief. “Almost forgot, what was your name again?” “(Y-Y/N).” “Well then (Y/N)...What did you think of that~?” You were blushing like a tomato at this point. “A-Amazing...” You heard him chuckle slightly as he walked toward you, turning around so his ass was in your face. “Wanna get a whiff of it up close~?” He asked teasingly, slowly placing himself onto your lap. You couldn’t even speak, you could just stutter. Rockstar chuckled again. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

BBBRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPMMMMMMMM~

A long, brassy fart was released onto your crotch, making you quietly moan from the vibrations. You could detect a skunk like smell from it. Rockstar giggled as he got off of you and brought his ass back to your face, this time, he grabbed your face and pushed it into his ass. You could hear an ominous gurgle emit from his stomach. “Oh boy, this is gonna be a big one.” You heard him say.

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRMMMMMM!!!!

A 20 second, extremely loud, wet, brassy  fart was released onto your face, sending a garbage set on fire like smell with it. You felt your hair get blown back a bit. Rockstar groaned in relief as he pulled you out. “God that felt good...” He turned back to look at you with a devious smirk on his face. “We should do this again sometime~” You slowly nodded. “U-Uh huh...” You jumped a bit as you heard your watch beep. “Oh shoot I have to interview someone else!” You quickly got yourself together as you quickly headed out the door. “(Y/N) Wait! I need to give you something real quick. You stopped in your tracks as you turned to look at Rockstar. “Give me your notebook.” Without question, you did as told. Rockstar gave you another devious smirk as he put your notebook to his ass.

BBBBRRRRRAAAPPP!!!

He forced out a small, but bubbly fart onto your notebook, giving it an indescribable smell. “Ahhh...Here you go~” He tossed your notebook back to you. “See ya later (Y/N).”

[crzcorgi]

Broken Angel

Negan x OC/Reader/You

Warnings - Angst, possible trigger in tags

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Under a cut for length - 1,460 words

   She isn’t one of my wives. Sure, I fucking asked her to be, not long after she came here to live.

 “You’re a nice guy, Negan.” That was definitely not something I was fucking used to hearing. “But, you know, I’m not into the whole ‘harem’ thing.” Stretching up on her toes, she pecked my cheek, waltzing off.

 So, we kinda became 'friends’ a fucking new concept to me. Yeah, before the apocalypse I had plenty of male friends, never women. And I certainly don’t have any fucking friends of any freaking gender now. Shit like that doesn’t work.

 I’m not ashamed to admit, that I was fucking taken in by her. She was like nothing I had ever met. Maybe because she was the opposite of me, so happy, carefree, just so fucking good in a world only filled with evil. I needed to be with her, around her.

 She worked the gardens, though she decided on her own to fucking flit around the Sanctuary.

 “I love it out here, Negan, the sun, the warmth, the birds. The smell kinda leaves something to be desired.”  And then she would scrunch her nose up in disgust, always making me smile. “But, hey, I’ll take what I can get, even if it smells like a skunk with gas crawled up a zombie’s ass.”

  Making my rounds, I would go out each morning to the garden. She said she preferred mornings because they weren’t as hot and the smells weren’t as bad.

 “Nice day huh doll?”

 “It sure is Negan, smells at a ‘5 out of 10’ ,  I would say. Although the sounds coming from the fence are a bit more annoying today. Guess it’s one or the other.” She looked up at me from under the sunhat I had found for her on a recent run.

 “What are you planting today? A big fucking juicy steak would be nice.” I was always making stupid little jokes like that with her, it always made her laugh, her whole face lit up, so fucking beautiful.

 “Oh jeesh, Negan! That’s getting old!”

 “Made you fucking laugh though, right?!”

 Sometimes I would join her for lunch in the mess hall.

  “Doll, did I just see you using some of your points for someone else again? You know that shit doesn’t fly here.”

 “Negan, that family has 4 kids and the mom can’t work. Leo is doing all he can for his family. They deserve some fresh fruit once in awhile. I’m sorry.”

 How could I be mad at her. Shit, she’s what’s right in this fucked up world.

 Some days she would make rounds with me, she made the residents a lot more at ease around me, wasn’t sure about that. I told her I needed them to respect me, not to be so fucking familiar.

 “It’s honestly a good thing Negan. People are much more likely to comply with rules if the ruler is not a tyrant.” She then looked up at me, such a fucking sweet smile on her lips. She began softly rubbing my arm. “You’re a good man, Negan, remember that.”

 Yeah, sure thing doll.

 Other days I would have to seek her out, sometimes she was in the nursery or schoolroom, she was always so happy doing that. I don’t know, maybe she had a family before the fucking end. I just never felt comfortable asking her.

 She also loved helping in the kitchen.

 “I hate cooking, you know. But I freaking love to bake!”

 “What the fucks the difference doll? It’s the same fucking thing.”

 “You know, bake, like breads, desserts!” She slapped my chest with a hand covered in flour, laughing her fucking head off.

 “Fuck, doll, my jacket! I’m going on a run.”

 She picked up a damp towel, quickly cleaning me off. “Better?” Smiling, she patted my cheek.

 “Much, thanks sweetheart.” Sighing, I turned, leaving her but wishing she could come with me.

 She became more than a friend to me, but it just couldn’t be. We had an almost silently understanding.

 “Do you ever think about how we might not be alone in the universe?” I had found her on the Sanctuary’s roof, watching the stars.

 “Well, if we aren’t alone, some government assholes are probably kicking themselves for not fucking funding the space program before the shit hit the fan.”

 She rolled over, laying her head on my chest. “Thank you, Negan.”

 “Why the fuck you thanking me doll face? Have you been stealing my fucking liquor again?”

 Lightly tapping my cheek, she giggled. “No silly, that was one time! And it was for your party!”

 “So, why the thanks then?”

 “For all that you do, for me, for the Sanctuary. For all survivors. You are the future, Negan. You are truly a hero.”

 “Fuck baby girl, you did dip into something!” I tickled her side, lightly kissing her head. “I’m no fucking hero.”

 She looked up at me, those gorgeous eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “You’re my hero, Negan. More than you’ll ever know.” She leaned up, kissing me softly. “Let’s go downstairs, I’m sure one of your wives is missing you.”

 “Whatever you say doll.”

  Then the day came when I couldn’t find her. I checked her usual places, the gardens, the kitchen, the kids. I even checked unusual places, the garages, I had seen her there once, fucking making friends with the horny grease monkeys. I hated it, but she let me know in no uncertain terms that I had no fucking right to be upset.

 “I don’t know why you’re upset, Negan, I’m not one of your wives. I work for points, so I am a productive member of the Sanctuary. You have no hold on me.”

 “You need to not be so…so friendly with everyone. Most of those fuckheads only want to bang you baby girl.” She frustrated me to no fucking end.

 “That’s sweet Negan, but they won’t touch me, they know we’re friends!” She winked at me, taking ahold of my hand.

 I checked the armory, she did go there sometimes for target practice, doll was a fucking crack shot, beat me a few times.

“Haha!!! I gotcha! Lookie there, a fucking bullseye!” She started dancing around me, coming around to the front, grabbing my hands while swinging our arms.

 “Listen to that fucking mouth on you doll! Woohoo, didn’t know you had it in you!” I picked her up, swinging her around.

 “Negan!!!”  She squealed, trying to get out of my arms.

 Nowhere. How the fuck could she just disappear? I unlocked the door to my room, stepping inside when I noticed a paper on the floor. Picking it up I realized it was a note addressed to me.

 My heart started racing. Swallowing hard, a million fucking things going through my mind, I slowly opened the letter.

 My dear friend, Negan,

   I don’t even know where to begin. I knew this day would come, I just thought it would have been a lot sooner. You have made my last few months some of the best in my life. Yeah, even better than before the end of the world, amazing and kinda sad at the same time, huh?

 You made me laugh when I wanted to cry. You made me trust when I thought I could never trust again. You made me enjoy living without being scared, you made me feel safe after years of living in fear. You became my protector, my confidant, my love.

 Yes, I loved you. I know, we said no, just friends, but I couldn’t help it. You’re everything I ever wanted, every dream I ever had, but it wasn’t to be. But I don’t, won’t, ever regret one moment I spent with you.

 Please don’t blame yourself, just be that self absorbed asshole everyone thinks you are (but we know better). Just move on. I’m truly in a better place. This isn’t the world for me, wasn’t before, most certainly isn’t now.

 It’s hard being broken in a world where you need to be whole. I was doomed from the start. I had hope, for the first time in my life, that I could be fixed, put together whole. You, Negan, you gave me that hope. But unfortunately, I was too broken to fix. Even by my hero with a baseball bat.

 Continue being that badass, take no fuck, leader that I know you are. And know, that wherever you are, a part of me will always be with you. You know, those moments where you second guess yourself? That’ll be me. I’ll be that tiny angel on your shoulder.

 And whatever you do, don’t forget to take the time to smell the flowers and watch those stars.

I love you Negan, my superhero.

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