#gonna eat and if that fixes me i will throw my phone under the next car i pass

[mechaffeine]

Feeling mean and petty. Maybe it is time to eat something. Hum hum.

[shotos-wifeyy]

Request!! shoto X reader <33

You two get caught 🤭🤭

He’s pinning your hands over your head, kissing you hard agaisnt the wall. His tongue is fighting with yours as he occasionally bites your bottom lip.

You moan into the kiss, lifting one leg agaisnt his hip. he removes one his his hands from yours and uses it to support your leg. He pushes himself further agaisnt you, letting out a groan into the kiss.

You’re about to pull away to ask if he wants to go further when you hear a snicker. Shoto must not, as he is gripping hard onto your waist and kissing you hard as hell. You softly pull away, catching your breath for a moment before turning to the door.

“Hey!” You screech, running forward and slamming the door.

“what?” Shoto asked. “are you okay?” He cups your face.

“those- those freaks were filming us!”

Outside the door, you can hear fits of giggles and laughter.

Shoto blushes heavily.

“aren’t you gonna do soemthing about it?!” you ask.

“they already got the videos. not much we can do”

You groan and fix your hair before throwing open the door. Mina and Denki immediately stop laughing to look you in the eyes.

“phones, now.” You hold out your hand.

They giggle. “what’s so funny now?!” you ask.

“uh… baby?” Shoto shouts from inside, voice shaking slightly. “your a bit too late.”

“what do you mean i’m too late?!”

Shoto shows you his phone to show that they both sent diffrent angles of you two into the class groupchat. The one that contains Aizawa. Shit.

“i’m going… to FUCKING KILL YOU TWO-“ You lunge for them, shoto hooks and arm around your waist while simetaisouly texting into a chaotic groupchat. He holds you back as mina and denki scurry away giggling.

“let me go! i can still get them!” You struggle.

“not happening.”

He pulls your into the room, without looking up from his phone. he closes the door with his foot and throws you onto the bed, locking the door before throwing his phone away.

“we aren’t finished.” He smirks.

“What if they catch us again?” you pout.

“good..from what you’ll be screaming it will be clear that your mine.” He hisses, climbing over you.

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After a very long night, you hoped everyone would forget anything ever happened, and all would go back to normal. WRONG.

First thing that happens when you walk into the classroom is aizawa pulling you and shoto to the side and attempting to give you a small lesson on safe sex. Shoto has never been more red, and you’ve never left a conversation faster in your life.

Denki and mina are giggling all day and making kissey faces at you two from across the room.

Some girls, like ochaco and momo, keep laughing softly and looking over at you, waving. You blush and look down at your paper.

Iida finds you at lunch, telling you how it’s incredibly innapropriate to do such things at our age, and how you two need to learn to take it down a notch. Meanwhile shoto is squeezing and caressing your inner thigh under the table as he mindlessly eats his soba.

No one would let it lay off, and it would go on for weeks. like you would go to sit on a couch in the common room next to shoto.

“eww! someone cover my eyes!” Denki would shout, making fake gagging noises.

“Please, just keep your hands off each other for like, 5 minutes.” Kiri would chuckle, crossing his arms as he leaned back.

“you two are gross.” Bakugo would scold. “get a room next time.”

“we were in my room!” I shout.

“Then close the door next time!” Bakugo would shout back.

Izuku would obviously be to embarrassed or flustered to say anything, and several of the girls wojld try to pull you aside so you would tell them about it.

Shoto fucks you so much harder that night, Proving to you why you shouldn’t care if anyone thinks your gross. because it feels fucking good.

[devils-dares]

Super self indulgent buttt could I get some Carmy Fluff ! Maybe reader calls Carmy over for help with cleaning their apartment/needing help cooking due to executive function issues !! Or vise verse :)

thanks for getting me out of my slump, wrote this in one night :)

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You looked at the pile of laundry in the corner of your bedroom. Blinds closed, dirty sheets, cups and plates stacked in haphazard piles.

You haven’t taken care of yourself in days, evidence of it lay in the pimples that mar your face, and the smell of the perfume you wore into the office going rotten on your skin.

It’s time to call in the big guns, you think.

A phone call and fifteen minutes later, you hear clattering around your apartment. You sink further into your bed, embarrassment heating your cheeks, turning you red. A few windows open, and the chime of the washer rings across the apartment. You hear grumbling and movement in your kitchen, he’s looking for the lighter, the starter went out in the stove and you didn’t call to get it fixed yet. The pot scrapes against the metal grates of your stove, and you hear ingredients plonk into the water, he must be making a stew. The floor creaks under the weight of his steps, and he knocks on the door before he enters.

“Hey, Birdie.” Carmy says softly, seeing your back to the door. He straightens out piles of laundry and opens the shades just a little so he can get some light in. “Gonna warm the shower, then I’ll come get ya.” He leaves, and the pipes creak loudly before the showerhead shoots hot water.

He walks over to the kitchen to check the stew before coming to get you. He comes around the other side of the bed and smiles at you, brushing your matted hair out of your face. Extending his hand, Carmy waits for you to take it. The smile grows into a soft grin as your fingers tangle with his, and he pulls you out of bed.

“Look at ya, Birdie. So pretty.” You know he’s a liar, and he’s probably fighting off the recoil from your stench, but he lets nothing slip. You don’t speak, even as he strips you and puts you in the shower himself, or when he sits on the closed toilet lid instead of leaving the bathroom. You don’t dare speak when he tells you about the restaurant, and how he and Syd finally perfected that damn recipe. He doesn’t say anything when you shampoo thrice, or scrub til your body turns red. He doesn’t flinch when you sit under the stream of hot water for a while. He simply grabs your towel from the dryer and wraps you in it before wrapping your wet hair for you. He rubs lotion on your flaky skin and dresses you in soft clothes.

Carmy takes you to the couch, and you notice the first load in the washer is done, the blankets and pillow covers on the couch smelling like clean laundry and scent beads. He stirs the stew and then starts on your bedroom, stripping the mattress of your sheets before throwing those in the washer.

“Stew smells delicious.” You say, breaking your bout of silence since he’s been here. It’s a soft smile you get in return.

“Yeah? Michael’s recipe, called it ‘everything and the kitchen sink’.”

“Thank you, Carm.”

“Always, Birdie.” He clicks on your favorite movie, letting it distract you as he empties the dirty dishes from your room. You’re completely encapsulated in the film when he sits down next to you again, right in time for the ending. You lean forward in your seat, moving your mouth to the words said on-screen.

Carmy smiles. Your sheets were clean, clothes were in the wash. You’d showered and now you’d be eating soon. He did his job, and now he was going to dote on you relentlessly.

“You gotta go back?” You ask quietly, and he shakes his head.

“Syd and Richie can handle it. Marcus made these beautiful cakes, said he wants you ‘round to taste ‘em soon.” He says, making sure you’re thinking about the future and not wallowing in your current thoughts.

“I’ll be by.” You smile, and he can finally have some relief, you’re back in some capacity.

“I’ll tell him. Stew?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“Here, just a little longer.” You say, shifting to lay against him. The tips of his fingers get that excited tingle in them.

“Long as you need, Birdie. I’m here.”

[sydneymykah]

☆☆THE STRUGGLE OF ROUTINE ☆☆

✧─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Some people can just get out of bed and automatically do what they need to do to get the day started. And the same people seem to be the ones we see the most on our screens. "My Morning Routine", "My weekly regimen", "What I eat in a day", and "My Nightly Routine". These people are seemingly put together and perfect like their said routines. But here you are slouched on your undone bed, still in your pajamas, wearing makeup from the day before after waking up after 12 pm. You meaning me, lmao. ☆...

☆The struggle of routine is something we all face regardless of what social media persists to tell us. But I don't really want to talk about how "social media is fake" because that's not even fully true. Some people really do live like this and have very structured routines for their day to day lives, granted it's what pays their bills but that's still technically their routine. But I'm more concerned about talking about how DIFFICULT it is to keep a constant routine. Especially in this weird time we live in.

ミ★I'm a perfectionist. I hate when things don't go the way I want and I tend to want things one way or not at all. But life doesn't live by those rules. Life will throw whatever the hell it wants at you, whenever it feels like it. As an individual you have to learn to work around it all. For me it's an inconsistent work schedule, minor (or major) inconveniences, mood swings, and of course the main culprit is laziness/lack of discipline.

☆We've all done it. On a random day of the week you're up way too late reflecting on your life and what you're doing with it. You suddenly feel the hyperactive urge to fix everything about yourself. You want the perfect body before the summer. You want your hair to grow longer faster. You want to get all your life goals written down and planned out dow not the last minute. You want to post a 1 minute video everyday on TikTok at exactly 3 pm EST and post at least 4 pictures to your instagram every other day. So you open the notes app and make an extremely specific, unrealistic, and way too intense routine to follow everyday. You set reminders, add 30 new alarms to your phone, you fill your amazon cart with stuff you believe you'll defiantly use. And after you make yet another playlist of YouTube workout videos you go to bed confident your life is gonna change forever after this...

Now one of two things happen:

You completely throw away the routine the minute you wake up the next day

Or, you do it for a few days but eventually burnout and find yourself back where you were before, now with just more useless junk you have no room for...

ミ★I have personally been both. But we can all empathize with this because if maintaining a routine was easy it wouldn't be such a successful phenomenon online. Out of the millions of views under "my morning routine" posts, many, if not majority, of them are people who wish they can live the way these people do. I think we as people have developed mindsets that are negative first, positive later. Ever since the quarantine we've been used to online overconsumption. The idea that "more is better", and the scare that was the virus has sparked this fear in us that is wasted time. Hence us wanting to build new giant routines in the middle of the night just to eventually abandon it because our minds and bodies don't evolve or develop like that overnight. Most the time the routines are grueling and just makes us feel exhausted over accomplished. When we don't see immediate change a lot people, including myself, give up then and there.

☆Im not here to tell you how to keep a constant routine or how to become more disciplined because all that information is in the palm of your hands. Honestly at the end of the day it's about your mindset. Realizing what is around you and remembering the reality you live in. You want that body? You want that hair growth? You want to post? It's all possible but here's where the issue lies:

ミ★We forget to forgive ourselves and to be patient with ourselves. We fall under the pressure to perform for social media as well. In this digital age we try to make social media real life 24/7 and put real life on the back burner. Everything must be aesthetic or else! Or if you can't keep a constant routine for a week you're a failure! But the reality is no one just wakes up in their perfect aesthetic one day and has this perfect routine down pat the first time. Another thing that we keep doing is what everyone else is doing. Another example of putting the online first before real life. We've forgotten the beauty of growth, and how things develop overtime. It reminds me of how small artists have the potential to blow up overnight. They suddenly have all these eyes on them and then the GP turns on them simply because their exceptions don't match the artist's personal growth. I think we do the same to ourselves. But regardless of what other people, social media or even what you might even say to yourself the best way to find a good routine is get to know yourself, not someone else. And to not go by others expectations. It's good to hold yourself to a high regard and to make ambitious goals. But you should remind yourself that you want this to last and you don't want to burn yourself out trying to perfect your life like it's a speed run.

☆When following creators who makes content like this I advise to follow people you relate to first. Not saying you can't follow those extremely aesthetic ASMR morning/Night routine videos because hell I watch them too. But know that I watch them for simply that. I've come to the point where I can watch that stuff and not feel incompetent or that I'm failing in life but I digress. Don't pay attention to the many trends and what's hot, just look for people who you might see yourself in, or people who have qualities similar to yours. Physically, mentally, ect. Because if you're a black girl who wants to know how to do a specific 4C hairstyle you're not going to the white girl influencers for tutorials are you? For me I watch Jackie Aina. Her and I don't even have the same tastes in certain aspects, specifically clothing and home decor but she reminds me a lot of myself and some of my values. Her content inspires me but doesn't make me feel like I need to reinvent myself overnight. That's not realistic nor healthy. I think subjecting yourself to that will just give you an identity crisis. Her content helps me feel confident and you should follow people like that too.

ミ★My purpose of this post is not "continue to be a slob" (I'm a Taurus stellium and Venusian. Girl we don't do that over 'chere.) it's to remind and to encourage. A reminder that what you see online isn't what real life is 24/7. Doesn't mean it's all fake, it just means that life doesn't just look like one thing. Social media just tends to make our vision a bit tunneled. Yes, some peoples lives surround what they eat in a day, what they do when they get out of bed, and the steps they follow in their nighttime skincare routine. But our attachment and overconsumption to these types of creators constantly fails to remind us that they're still human. Hell even when the human creators tell y'all "hey I'm human" they still aren't treated as such but guess what? They are! So are you. You are still human. Finding a groove that works for you will take time. And many times you will fail. You will probably forget to do something, you won't have the time for certain tasks, or an inconvenience will pop up out of no where that knocks you off course. But if at first you don't succeed, try again. Social media picture perfect propaganda (lol) has made us forget that life happens and that we will essentially always struggle with routine. Some things stick, some things don't. Some routines last a long time, some only stay for a day. We live in an age where everyone's trying to move as fast as they can to keep with the trends, keep up appearances, and to make up for lost time. And as much as I love the thrill of the fast life, how can I expect to see my growth, what I like, what needs changing and how to fall into a good rhythm when I'm too busy trying to keep up.

✧─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Xoxo, Sydney Mykah -☆

[itssliyahhxoxo]

Can you do a team x Leah and basically kk and ice are on live and saying that they wants pancakes and how Leah was suppose to make them pancakes(or any food)but Paige and some other team members put her in a bad mood because they scratched her car and kk and ice come into her room still on live and tries to convince her to still make her pancakes because they didn’t do anything wrong and Leah is convinced and while they are eating her pancakes and Leah is cooking Paige comes in and basically tries to ask Leah if she’s still mad(she still very much is) and tries explain and to defend herself and throws the people she was with under the bus while and this all happens on live while eating pancakes

Idk this is really random but basically it’s just just kk and ice doing their thing eating pancakes and Paige is in the background trying to convince Leah that what happened wasn’t her fault and Leah just making pancakes while fuming

I just want to see Paige trying to get on her good side again I think that would be cute 😭😭

(𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐖)

(𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐡)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲-pancakes

Are you serious you yelled as you and Paige stood in the parking lot looking at your now scratched car what they hell did you do.

On the way back from target I-I might have ran into a mailbox on the way to drop off azzi b-but it’s nothing I-nothing Paige do you know how much this is gonna cost me you shook your head and disbelief.

I know I know and I’m sorry I’ll get it fixed I promise she looked up at you yeah you better you walked past her to you and hers apartment when you walked in you saw ice and kk on live in the living room you walked past them back to your room and try and calm down.

Back to ice and kk they were answering questions the fans asked and laughing yo I want pancakes kk cried out what you telling me for you and me can’t cook unless you want to burn their apartment down again.

I didn’t burn the place down I burnt a pot kk defended herself ask Leah hearing your name kk quick got up with her phone and ran to your room.

She ran in and saw you on your phone facing the wall heyyyyyy twinnn she sat next to you what kk you answered not looking at her what wrong she asked, realizing you were in a mood ask Paige you turned to her.

What did she do now kk laughed she scratched my car going to target kk eyes widened now you know she can’t drive she laughed making you smile she looked back at her phone and started reading the comments.

They said make her pay for it kk read out to you oh trust me she is you sat up there was a pause kk hesitating to ask you soooo you know I just loveee your pancakes, right.

You side eyed her making her laugh harder soo you know since you love me and all don’t you wanna make me and ice some pancakes out of the kindness of your heart she flutter her eyelashes smiling at you.

You just looked at her before answering you get on my nerves you answered getting up and walking to the kitchen kk quickly got up following you doing her little happy dance.

Ice and kk were now eating their pancakes still on live as you did the dishes when the front door opened it was Paige with one of her hands behind her back she slowly walked behind you nervously.

You still mad she mumbled into your shoulder wrapping her arm around your waist you think you side eyed her she sighed and paused before before speaking again.

I got you something she softly smiled you didn’t respond.

She moved the hand that was behind her back revealing Lego flowers you turning off the water you froze that why I had to go to target I wanted to surprise you she whispered in your ear making you blush.

She knew how much you loved flowers but she wanted to add a little twist to it and got you lego roses so they wouldn’t die and you could have them forever.

This doesn’t make up for my car though you turned to her softly smiling you know i got you ma she smiled pulling you into a kiss you better you pulled away grabbing the legos and going back into your room.

Paige looked at kk and ice when she heard the mocking her you in trouble they laughed in union shut up Paige smirked following you to back to get ready to make it up to you.



[aisclosed]

Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 9. #Jungwon1stWin

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become.

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smau + (1.7k) written work (ok i didn't go that overboard )

warnings: mentions of injury, cursing, uhhhh semi suggestive? nothing fun rlly, playfighting? mentions of throwing up, idk bruh

“Yang Jungwon, why must you make my life so difficult.” You look up from your screen with an deep exhale. Your phone is discarded with a careless toss, landing somewhere in the dunes of your blankets. You fix an accusing glare onto Jungwon who's snuggled happily into your bed, looking quite pleased with himself.

He shrugs back at you, widening his eyes sarcastically in faux confusion, “ I have no idea what you mean Y/N? I was only pointing out that you didn't need to tweet me back?”

You hate the way that you almost want to believe him. Because how could someone with eyes that shine so bright want anything but the best for you? Especially when he's leaning in closer, blinking at you so innocently. It was so easy to almost disregard the shit eating grin he was fighting off his lips.

“Fuck you, don't pull that innocent shit with me you devious cat boy, I know exactly what you are,” you shudder, pushing his face away. “Hyuck is literally never gonna let me hear the end of this.”

Jungwon drops the act with a snort, smirking back at you smugly. “Good, it's what you deserve.”

You eye him suspiciously, “What’s your issue with me helping you out with the makeup for the festival anyways? Is it because you don't want me to watch you perform? I can go home after you're ready if that's what you want.”

He almost looks offended that you would suggest so, flicking your forehead with a scoff. “No you idiot, I was going to invite you to come anyways. I just didn't want to put you through the trouble.

I’m the leader, I should be able to handle it myself.” Jungwon mumbles the last part, playing with the free strands of your hair.

You shoot him an incredulous look. “Don't be ridiculous Garden, it’s not any trouble at all. Plus a good leader knows how to allocate and use his resources. I'm always here to help you.” You poke his sides until he relents, giving you a smile as he fends off your hands.

“Yeah well I still don’t feel comfortable leeching off your money,” Jungwon continues, before you cut him off with a sharp laugh.

“That's cute Won, but it's not like I worked hard for the money, it's all my dad’s so all the more reason to spend it.

It's going to a good place and trust me it's barely gonna make a scratch, much less a dent, in my funds. So that’s another invalid excuse,” you raise your brow with a challenging smirk.

Jungwon sighs, shaking his head in defeat, “Alright, fine, we can hire a shop. But don't worry about having to do our makeup yourself."

“Wait why?!! I swear I’m good at doing people’s makeup I've done it on Haechan and Yenny so many times!!” You protest, sitting up onto your elbows to look at Jungwon properly.

He only dismisses you with a wave of his hands “You’re injured, plus there’s no need if you're hiring professionals.”

“You’re so full of shit! Look!” You whine, flexing your fingers and moving your hand around, disregarding the slight sting as your skin strains under the bandage. “It's a cut, it's not like my hand is broken.”

Jungwon watches your antics with an amused smile, ruffling your hair teasingly, “Why do you wanna do my makeup so bad anyways huh? You tryna get all up close and personal Y/N? If you want to kiss me so bad just ask”

You respond with a low chuckle, “Oh yeah definitely Yang Jungwon, I’m dying to get my grimy paws all over your cute face. Who said I wanted to do your makeup anyways? Maybe I just want to do Sunoo's makeup or any of your other very handsome members.

Perhaps Heeseung was right, maybe you just don’t want me to help because you don't want me doing the same with all your friends? You jealoussss Wonnie?” you mock him with a wiggle of your brows.

“You fucking wish” Jungwon scoffs, shoving your head down into your pillows, paying no heed to your muffled yells.

Your phone begins to ring loudly, the tell tale sign of an incoming FaceTime and you both pause, lifting your heads to look over at your phone.

Hyuck 🤢💖 would like to FaceTime… glows brightly on the display.

Jungwon and you exchange looks in frozen silence for a second before instantly springing into action. Unfortunately, Jungwon’s much faster than you and he snatches your phone, grinning as you plead 'no no no no Wonnie please don't.'

Brandishing your phone just out of reach, he adjusts his hair answering the call with a bright smile.

“Haechannie oppa!!! How absolutely lovely it is to speak to you again.” He says smugly, ignoring the way you groan and burrow under the blankets, hiding from the camera.

“Ahhh Jungwonnie~~ my replacement! I see your tweet wasn’t just a fib. Don't you look cozy and comfortable.” Hyuck responds brightly, winking at Jungwon.

“Not just a replacement Haechannie~ an improvement too I think,” Jungwon winks comically back.

Haechan responds with a hearty laugh wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, “Oh I like you so much already Jungwonnie. Where's my baby at?”

Jungwon lies down next to where you’ve hidden, tilting the camera towards your bundled figure, “Say hi baby~” he coos teasingly.

You gingerly lift the blankets off of your face, giving a grimacing smile at the screen. “Heyyyyyy Hyuck, nice to see you buddy.”

He snorts in response, “Hi darling, nice to see you looking so well rested and comfy. Have a nice night of sleep? Certainly looks like it.”

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks and you cough, “Was just like any other night of sleep really. Nothing to phone home about,” you insist stubbornly, ignoring the way Jungwon grins at you knowingly.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure it was.” Haechan sneers. These two idiots don't even realize I can literally see him looking at her like she hung the stars in the sky right now. And they're all cuddled up in her bed at 11 AM in the morning. This is so obviously domestic, I’m gonna puke. I hate idiots in love, I'm redownloading Tinder tonight.

Rolling his eyes at his own internal monologue, Hyuck clears his throat and continues, “Anyways, y/nnie can I say the B-word now? Or is that still a taboo”

“Bitch?” You say quizzically as Jungwon simultaneously asks “Boyfriend?”

You both pause, turning to look at each other in bewilderment, Jungwon sputtering as he tries to defend his slip of tongue.

Haechan looks entirely tickled at your interaction, Oh I can't wait to tell Yunjin and Chenle about this.

“Uh… I was talking about birthday actually but both of those were wonderful guesses,” he snickers.

“Yes, you can say birthday Hyuck,” you interject quickly before he can begin his mocking you. Haechan yields, spending the next 5 minutes giving a series of corny and overwhelmingly sweet birthday wishes, complete with an theatrical song.

Jungwon and you applaud him heartily, as Hyuck soaks in your praises with several bows and waves.

“Anyways Chenle's too pussy to ask but I'm dying to know, what was so important that your Dad flew in to discuss with you? Is he sending you abroad to study or something?” Haechan prods.

You wet your lips in rumination as you figure out how to formulate a response, eyes flickering to Jungwon’s searching stare.

“No, well. I mean that was an option but he didn’t specifically say that. A lot of it was just paperwork and addendums to the will and company now that I’m of age and I have unrestricted access to my trust fund.

Basically he was just telling me about possible partnership or mergers with another company. And he suggested that I decide soon if I want to actually have an active part in the running of the company. I have a couple of options, like picking back up CEO / CFO training, going to university or just looking into being a board member and primary shareholder.” you list off, rubbing at your forehead wearily. Just thinking about all the possible choices made your temples throb.

Jungwon rubs your knee soothingly, “Don’t stress yourself too much about it. You have time to figure out what you want to do.”

“Jungwonnie’s right, honestly you can just live the rest of your life being a deadbeat and still have enough to support all of your kids so there’s no pressure okay Y/N? Just keep us updated, you know Chenle, Yunjin and I are always here to help you.” Haechan says soothingly.

“And me,” Jungwon butts in, snaking an arm around your waist.

“Yeah and you have yourself Jungwonnie now too,” Haechan agrees readily. “See, you're in great hands."

"Alright, I gotta start the stream now baby, it's been nice talking to you both. Let me know if you wanna join in okay? Chat misses you.”

“I think we’re good for the day,” you look up at Jungwon who nods at you in confirmation, “We have some work to do, but we’ll talk to you another time. Bye Haechannie,” you blow him a fond kiss which he catches through the screen and pockets it with a wink.

After several more minutes of prolonged goodbyes and cheesy aegyo hearts from all three participants, you hang up, cheeks aching from the pressure of smiling.

“Well, that was nice,” Jungwon says pleasantly, echoing the first time he had spoken to Haechan.

“Yeah it was,” you agree quietly, turning to look at Jungwon properly. “I’m glad you get along with my friends, you’re all really important to me and it makes me happy that they like you nearly as much as I do.”

Jungwon lip twitches at how easily the admission escapes you, but before he can think too deeply about the sentiment behind your words, you’ve already moved on, rambling about the different options for the makeup shops.

So he slots your words away in a folder in the back of his mind, one that he revisits when the moon is high, and sleep refuses to take him. And for now he settles for affectionately pinching your cheek, before nestling next to you, resting his head onto yours and scrolling through your phone together.

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a/n: jungwon but all he does is junglose. not this chapter tho! hope u enjoyed, some extra haechan for u all bc i am seeing DREAM TMR!! AHHHH jaemin come home <33333

ch 10 will prob either be late or just some smau w no writing, we shall see

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Chickenshit

Day 2 of my Halloweeny drabbles with Joel!

26/10: horror movie

Joel Miller x gn!reader

Word count: 895

Warnings: language, pet names (sweetheart, darlin')

Do not copy this work in any way, pls and ty

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Beep, beep, beep.

You opened the microwave door and took the bag of popcorn out, cursing quietly when the hot air grazed your hands.

You walked back into the living room to see Joel flicking through the TV channels to find a movie to watch. After setting the bowl on the small table in front of the couch, you sat beside him, tucking your feet beneath you and looking at him.

"So, what're we watching then?"

He turned back to face you before nodding his head towards the screen.

"Scream."

You raised your eyebrows at him with an unimpressed look on your face.

"Scream? We've all seen that like.. 20 times already. It's not even a horror film, just a whole lotta blood and death. Are you too chickenshit to watch anything that's actually scary? Hm, Joel? Too scared..?" You mocked in a playful tone. He glared at you, or tried to - he found it really hard to be truly annoyed at you - before handing you the remote.

"Fine, you pick somethin' scary. I bet ya 10 dollars you won't be able to sleep without me tonight you'll be so afraid."

"Challenge accepted." You replied, confident you'd be 10 dollars richer by the end of the night as you turned on The Ring.

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An hour later, you were petrified. You didn't want to look at the screen, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from it either, trying to catch the next jumpscare before it got you, failing miserably each time.

"Holy- Shit! Why are there so many jumpscares in this fuckin' film?!" You complained after what seemed like the ninth one in the past 20 minutes.

He just shrugged, smugness radiating from him as he watched you slowly get more and more freaked out, throwing more popcorn into his mouth. You reached for some more and pouted slightly when you realised he had finished the entire bowl.

"Joel.. did you seriously finish all the popcorn."

"'s not like you were eatin' any. Too scared shittin' your pants-"

"Go fill it up now." You cut him off as you handed him the bowl, eyes falling back to the TV, transfixed by the events playing out on-screen once again. He was about to tease you some more but decided against it, going to the kitchen and looking through the cabinets for the popcorn bag.

That was the last one.

"Sweetheart, 'm gonna go to the store real quick. Don't got any popcorn left." He called out from the hallway.

"Yeah, okay. Don't take forever." You responded as you heard the door close.

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15 minutes later, Joel still wasn't back and you heard something. A floorboard creaking. Probably nothing, the house is old anyways. The tap running. You needed to get it fixed, you'd tell Joel later. A crack, then a thud.

"Probably just a tree or something. Yeah. 's nothing." You quietly assured yourself, pulling the blanket tighter around your body, glancing around a bit before looking back to the screen. It was a quiet scene, nothing much was going on. Nothing much until-

The lights flickered in your house, again and again until they turned off completely.

"What the fuck.." You muttered under your breath, squinting your eyes to look through the darkness- the only source of light being the TV. When you looked back at it, the girl was fucking crawling through the TV and you nearly pissed your pants, jumping up and scrambling for the remote to immediately turn the film off.

Your shaky hands reached for your phone, pressing the button to call Joel, about to shout at him to hurry the fuck up because why was it taking so long for him to get some damn popcorn?!

Creeeeeeeaaaak.

You whipped your head around to the direction the noise came from before a pair of hands grasped your shoulders tightly.

You almost actually did piss your pants before the light turned on and you saw Joel's face staring back at you, shit-eating grin very evident on it. Grin which immediately disappeared when you accidentally smacked him across the face.

"Get the fuck off- Joel?" You stared at him, panting from the adrenaline coursing through your veins and watched as he broke out into laughter, doubling over at the sight of you gripping the remote and holding it in preparation to use it like a weapon, quivering with your eyes blown wide in fear.

"What. The fuck. Was that?!" You demanded, not amused like he was.

"That-" he began after a good thirty seconds of howling with laughter. "That was me being the king at scaring you, darlin'."

You threw the remote back onto the couch, before turning back to him.

"So that was all you? You- did you even get the popcorn?"

"I did not get the popcorn, but I don't think we'll be needin' any, considerin' you turned the film off."

You looked back to the TV screen, and yes you had turned it off, but you didn't want him to have the satisfaction. You were gonna finish the damn film, you weren't chickenshit.

"We don't need popcorn, but we're still finishing the film."

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He had to stay over that night because of how scared you were, jumping at every little noise that came from inside and outside your house.

Safe to say he didn't pull a stunt like that again.

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[strawberriesnsage]

when the flowers bloomed

JAKE PARTY

prev. masterlist. next.

"where is everyone.." hyunjin mumbles from next to y/n.

the shorter boy just shrugs, refreshing twitter for the millionth time to see there's still no new posts worth reading. "no clue. who all is coming?"

"innie said he'd stop by, but no clue when. jisung and minho were grabbing something to eat before coming by, and i think they were picking up sunoo, too." hyunjin scrolls through the texts to make sure he was remembering correctly.

"won texted me that he was gonna stay with niki tonight so he didn't feel left out. should we swing by afterwards?" y/n asks, his head turning up to hyunjin away from his phone.

"yeah, sure. haven't seen niki for a bit. sounds like fun." hyunjin smiles and slide his phone into his jacket pocket.

y/n copies him, shoving his phone away into the back pocket of his pants.

the duo hear a greeting, an arm draping itself around y/n's shoulders as the words spill from their friend's mouth. "hey hyunjin, hey y/nie, what's up?"

"sungie!" y/n smiles brightly, throwing his arms around the new arrival.

"jisung, minho, hey~" hyunjin greets with a smile, his hand lifting up to ruffle the slightly younger boy's hair, earning a pout as he reaches up to fix it.

"we didn't think you'd be here so soon!" y/n cheered, moving over to minho to wrap his arms around him as well. "where's sunoo?" he asks with a tilt of his head.

"volunteered to get our drinks." minho answers swiftly, wasting no time in returning y/n's greeting hug with his own light squeeze.

"how's the party so far?" jisung asks, his arm returning to drape over y/n's shoulders once his hair was sufficiently fixed.

"great now that you guys are here."

"when you say it, you make it sound sarcastic." y/n says as he playfully glares at hyunjin, earning a hit to his shoulder and fits of laughter from the four of them. "he was obsessively checking our group chat and twitter for updates on you guys."

"so our hyunjinnie does like having us around, hm?" minho hums playfully, happily teasing the younger.

hyunjin returned the teasing with a soft glare, rolling his eyes and playfully shoving minho's shoulder. "oh shut up, will you? i get those cold, uninspired tendencies from you and you know it."

more laughter erupts from the group as sunoo finally arrives, bumping minho with his hand to get his attention. "your drinks, your highnesses." he says teasingly, handing the solo cups to minho and jisung.

"nothing for yourself?" jisung asks, noticing sunoo not having any bottle tucked under his arm like he usually does when getting drinks for the older two.

he nods, smiling at hyunjin and y/n as a greeting. "yeah. i knew hyunjin and y/nie were here for a bit before us, so i figured i could get my own drink when going to get a refill for them."

"awe, look at sunoo, all grown up and taking care of his hyung~" hyunjin teased, wrapping an arm around sunoo's shoulders to mess with his hair.

"i take it back! i'm not getting you a refill!" sunoo squirms in hyunjin's hold, trying to escape his hold to fix his hair. "it took me so long to do my hair!"

hyunjin immediately pulls away from sunoo, innocently standing next to y/n as if he had done nothing wrong, the only evidence being sunoo's glare at the tall boy and his hands on top of his head to fix his now very messed up hair.

"i'll get your another drink, hyunjinie." y/n says with a smile, reaching towards sunoo to help fix his hair. "let's go together."

sunoo immediately responds with a grin, his hair successfully fixed.

y/n links arms with sunoo to head away from the group with a little wave, calling out "try not to kill hyunjin while we're gone!"

when it came to hosting a party, jake's kitchen was always properly prepared, and the duo knew it. as they joked their way between the people inside the large house, y/n tried to convince sunoo to try branching out from his usual bottle of beer, recommending his own usual drink of hard lemonade.

"where better to try it than when jake is paying for it?"

sunoo groans in repsonse, letting his hand drop away from grabbing the beer bottle so y/n can drag him over to a lemonade. "fine, but only because i just your judgement. but if it's awful, i'm throwing all your left socks in the toilet."

y/n laughs, shoving the newly opened bottle into the black haired boy's hand. "whatever!"

as he made sunoo try the drink, he also reached over to grab a red solo cup for hyunjin, filling it up with the most basic cheap beer that could be found at the party. y/n didn't understand the appeal of going to one of jake's parties just to have the regular cheap beer that could be found at any other party in the city.

y/n always liked that jake's parties had a better variety. with his older brother actually being old enough to buy alcohol, he was usually fine with pulling out his id for whatever jake wanted to get for a party so long as he wasn't the one having to pay for it.

he was about to grab himself his own drink when looked back at sunoo to find his reaction, only to spot someone over the other boy's shoulder.

the smile on his face immediately fell, his mood falling with every passing second.

taeseok was at the party.

and he had yeji practically draped over his arm.

"uh, do you mind taking this to hyunjin for me?"

"huh? what's wrong?" despite sunoo questioning y/n, he takes the drink y/n extended for him, turning over his shoulder to look around.

y/n didn't give him much time to do that, though. "it's nothing, don't worry. just thought of the breakup, is all." he waved off sunoo's worry, summoning his grin again, though it was a bit shaky. "i just need a bit of air, i'll be outside."

sunoo nodded, a worried look on his face. "okay, if you're sure... if you want us there, just text, alright?"

y/n nods, lightly pushing sunoo out of the kitchen. "for sure! i'll catch up with you later."

after sunoo went to return to the group, y/n dropped his fake smile, turning to stumble between the people inside. as he failed miserably to seamlessly weave between people, he nearly found himself walking directly into jake, mumbling a "sorry" as he made his way outside. he wanted air.

he wanted to breathe.

as soon as he emerged through the open door, y/n released a breath he barely noticed he had been holding.

it was all still so fresh, he didn't need a reminder already. it hurt enough just thinking about, even without having to see his face on top of the already burning emotions.

y/n makes his way from the door, taking a few steps away to allow room for others to go in and out as they please.

he takes deep breaths, his eyes closed and head tilted back towards the sky, attempting to calm himself down. however, this wasn't the smartest thing that a drunk boy such as y/n could be doing at a party.

which he was soon made aware of as he walked face-first into someone's back.

he stumbled back a bit, his eyes shooting open to look up at who he ran into and immediately spit out a nervous apology. "i'm so sorry, i wasn't watching where i was going! i hope i didn't spill your drink or anything.."

the stranger shook his head, smiling gently at y/n. "no, not at all. i was just a bit surprised."

y/n looks down at the drink the stranger is holding, just to be certain the man wasn't lying to make him feel better, but was a bit surprised to only see a half empty bottle of water.

the stranger could obviously see y/n's confusion. "designated driver for the night."

y/n nods, finally looking up at who he was talking to. his face seemed familiar, but y/n was far too drunk to remember anything about him. which is odd, because he had a uniquely attractive face.

the bonus of his height and clothing style made him seem as if he was straight out of a manga.

the stranger's friend cleared his throat with a very fake cough to get the stranger's attention. "since i don't have to drive tonight, i'll be going to get myself another drink."

and then, y/n was left alone with this stranger.

"so, what has you coming all the way out here? most of the fun is either inside or by the pool."

"i saw the guy i broke up with two days ago in there with the girl he liked the whole time we dated."

sober y/n would never have admitted to that. he probably would have made some excuse about wanting to get out for a breath of air for a little bit, or claimed his friends had wanted to meet up outside to leave.

"damn, that's brutal..." it was hard to distinguish if the stranger was giving him a look of pity or empathy, but either way, it earned a shrug from y/n.

"i dunoo, it's not like he cheated on me or anything. turns out that six months ago, his friend put his confession letter on the wrong desk. but the whole time, he was really respectful towards me about it. he never did anything towards her because he was dating me."

the stranger shrugs at y/n, taking a drink from his water before replying. "seems kind of like a dick move to me for him to date you that whole time when he didn't even like you like that. cuz even if he was good towards you, he was still always thinking about that girl the whole time. and showing up two days later with her isn't that great either."

"yeah, but it'd be pretty hard to find a better boyfriend than him around."

"there's plenty of better guys."

"yeah? like who?"

"me."

y/n couldn't help the backflips his stomach did at the single word. me. it was probably the alcohol that found that so intriguing, but it didn't matter. because before he could even open his mouth to respond, his phone was ringing for hyunjin to tell him that jeongin had arrived.

"i gotta go, but it was really nice meeting you. bye."

y/n waves a little, the stranger waving back with the most adorable smile.

maybe he was right, and taeseok had been an asshole during the whole relationship. but even so, y/n would need a whole lot more time before he would be ready to accept it, and even more time before he could let himself move on to another relationship.

and maybe he could see that guy at another party in the future. and get his name this time.

[thxliac]

Prompt: Silena's introduction :)

Warnings: None

Characters: My ocs

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“Sir…” One of the soldier’s spoke up, glancing at the man for a second. From where I was standing it looked like he was holding a phone, “It’s Ms. Arya.”

Hart seemed pissed about being interrupted but took the device from the Soldier, “Ma’am?” I relished in the way that Hart’s face fell at the words this Arya lady must’ve said, I could barely fight off the shit eating grin that was threatening to peek through my otherwise neutral expression. “Alright, if you’re sure.”

Hart handed the device back and fixed me with a harsh glare, “You’re lucky Poltern, seems we’ve made too much of a ruckus around here. Don’t get used to it, next time will be different.”

"Sir, yes sir." I said, giving him a mock salute, enjoying the glare he sent my way. I finally let the grin poke through as I watched him hold up his hand signaling the group to leave.

It took me a second to realize at the time. But they left us, in the middle of some person’s backyard, with no idea what state we were even in. How convenient. It’s fine, I was fine with being stranded after Hart had taken our only means of transportation, not upset or anything.

It seemed I was the only one who thought that way, judging by Emil’s next words at least, “That dickwad! He stole my fucking van, dude!” He groaned, rubbing his face in annoyance.

“I would say sue, but somehow I feel like the case would be dropped before we even went to court.” Andy grumbled, looking around at our surroundings.

“Unfortunately, that’s the least of our problems. Any idea of where the hell we are?” I asked, trying to see if there were any type of landmarks around us.

“From the way the land looks, I wouldn’t say we’re too far from home. My guess is Oregon or southern Washington.” Andy guessed, “We might be in upper Oreg-” He cut himself off, eyes widening and jaw clenching shut. It looked like he was staring at something behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder to see a girl with bright orange hair, she was looking at us like we were insane. I felt my eyes widen a bit as I fully turned towards her, “Oh, um. Sorry, are we trespassing?”

The girl looked me up and down and I tried to not show how I felt uncomfortable under her scrutinizing glare, “Technically.”

Andy was quick to jump in, holding his hands together as he bowed his head slightly, “We are so so sorry, dude. We were just leaving-” Before he could go into a full on apology, Emil cut him off.

“Wait.” He said, looking at the newcomer up and down with a harsh glare, “Did you see anything?”

The girl raised an eyebrow, a slight grin playing at her lips, “I heard y’all before I saw you. But if you mean seeing wannabe Dr. Strange throwing around my Ma’s gardening tools, then yeah. Suppose I did see something.”

I felt my face heat up as I moved to scratch my neck and avoided eye contact with the girl. But before I could defend myself, Astra was quick to give her a soft smile, “We promise we’re not evil or anything, they brought us here and we didn’t know what else to do-”

“Hold it princess, I’m not gonna call the cops on y’all. I knew you’d be here eventually, just sooner than I expected.” The girl finally let her grin show, cocking her head to the side a bit.

But her response only confused me, and I’m sure it was obvious, “...Wait, huh?”

“I knew y’all would be here.” She repeated, chuckling a bit at the dumbfounded look that was no doubt on my face at the moment.

“I apologize, could you expand on that?” Andy asked, seeming just as confused as me, which is understandable given the fact that this girl was spouting stuff that made 0 sense.

The redhead huffed a bit, annoyance poking through her seeming nonchalant speech, “Ya need a four-point essay or something? I knew y’all would be here, I don’t know you, y’all don’t know me, I’m not calling the cops, I’m not freaking out about Mr. Poltergeist.” While I didn’t quite enjoy being compared to a troublemaker spirit, I couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement show on my face.

“Wait, do you mean you have powers?” She nodded, seeming relieved she wouldn’t have to explain more.

“What, are you psychic or something?” Emil asked, still a bit on edge about the girl.

“Something like that.”

[avenging-fandoms]

“Do you think John B can fuck you like this?”

Where rafe gets jealous when the reader spends too much time with John B.

OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST

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rafe was a jealous boyfriend, even if he denied it every time you brought it up. he got really defensive and jealous when you hung out with the pogues- especially john b.

since middle school through freshman year of high school, you were 'in love' with john b. you had befriended him, and you two eventually 'dated.' it was middle school, so how serious was it? you two kissed twice and he broke up with you via note during study hall.

rafe thought it was like you two were married and got divorced, and he thought you were still hung up on john b. you met rafe middle of sophomore year, and suddenly you forgot who john b was. ever since then, for 4 years, it's been rafe and only rafe in your eyes.

you still hung with john b, he was a big part of your life. he was around for big changes in your life even after he broke your heart for a week in middle school.

you and john b laid out on your towels in the beach, soaking up the sun after surfing for hours. "so.. how's rafe?"

"he's rafe. but i love him. how's your love life?" you smile and roll on your stomach, cheek on your arm as you look at your best friend.

"i don't have one. haven't had interest in anyone since isabella"

"oh yeah! isn't she the one with the dad who threatened to rip your.. thing off?" you both laugh and you check your phone, sitting up and stretching. "i have dinner with rafe in 2 hours so i'm gonna head home and get ready. see you tomorrow?" you did your special handshake with john b and he nods, waving to you as you head inside. you text rafe you were all done at john b's and he texted he was on his way.

you put on your shorts and one of rafe's button ups but left it open, smiling as you saw rafe's car pull into the driveway. you shouted your goodbye to john b again before jumping into rafe's car. "hi baby" you smile and lean over, rafe holding your face and kissing you slowly. "oh.. hello" you whisper and bit your lip, rafe smiling.

rafe drove off and kept his hand on the stick shift, drumming his fingers on the leather. "so.. did you have fun with john b?" he asked, his tone cold. you smirk under your hand and shrug.

"yeah, we went surfing for a bit, had some really nasty beach sex then just sunbathed for a bit" you thought rafe broke his neck with the speed his head spun to face you. you burst out laughing and rafe shakes his head, spitting his toothpick out the window.

"you think that's funny? ah, alright" rafe adjusted his hips and slouched a bit, leaning his chin on his fingers as he drove with his right hand, never looking at you until he got to your house.

"oh rafe, come onnn i was kidding!" you touch his elbow but he just ignores you, and you bit the inside of your cheek as you stared out at the buildings until you were in your driveway. "i'm not getting out of this car until you look at me, rafe" you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn your body to him, rafe's finger rubbing over his lip and pointing to your house.

"your parents home?" he asked and you shook your head.

"no, they're on that work trip until friday" you answer and rafe smirks, getting out of the car after shutting it off. he came to your door and opens it, throwing you over his shoulder and you grab your bag. "rafe! rafe what the fuck!" you laugh and let yourself dangle, smacking his butt playfully. "okay, so you won't look at me but you'll kidnap me? makes sense"

rafe went inside and took you to your bedroom, his hand spanking you a few times and you kicked your foot up as his rings stung your skin. you drop your bag and he put you on the bed, holding your face and squishing your cheeks together as he smirked down at you. "we'll see how funny you think you are after i make you unable to sit for weeks"

you gulped and rafe sat down on the edge of your bed, pulling your shorts and bikini bottoms off. he bent you over his knee and massaged your ass in his hand, striking down and you yelp as his ring hurt. rafe purposely moved his rings onto his right hand as he spanked you so there was more when he spanked you.

you let out whimpers and moans, apologizing to rafe over and over. "rafe, please, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry" you gasp and he sits you up, smiling and placing his fingers under your chin. "i'm sorry" you whisper and close your eyes as he kisses your chest, and you went to take off his shirt but he stopped you.

"keep it on. when i take it back, i want to look at it and remember fucking you" he mumbled against your skin and pulled your bikini top string, sliding it over your head. rafe put you on the bed on your stomach, kissing each red cheek and running his finger over the welts from his rings, making you hiss. rafe smirks in victory, biting down softly.

"fuck, rafe" you whisper as it hurt, but also felt good. rafe undid his belt and pulled his pants down, and you spun around, rafe tapping his cock against your mouth. he gripped your hair and you pushed your head down, rafe moving your head for you and thrusting into your mouth slowly.

"yeah, take it.. take it all. good girl, mm" rafe smiled as you gag, pulling you away. rafe collected the spit from around your mouth and stroked his cock, pushing you back to the bed. he pulled your hips up, pushing his tip into you and you whimper as he squeezes your tender ass. rafe didn't start with slow thrusts, he fully went into rough thrusts and dirty words.

your fingers gripped the bed sheets and you moaned, rafe bunching your shirt in his fist as he continued to pound into you. "do you think john b can fuck you like this? have you moaning and screaming? come on, sweetheart, let him know who fucks you this good" rafe held your hair and you whimpered, moaning rafes name over and over again. "good girl, tell everyone who fucks this pretty pussy this good"

"yes, fuck rafe, you do. fucking hell" you push your hips back against him and spin onto your back, grabbing his face and kissing him sloppily as he thrusts into you again. "you, rafe, only you. always. i love you" he pressed his forehead against yours, eyes fixated on yours with his fists next to your body on either side.

"i love you baby" rafe mumbled against your mouth, and your fingers gripped his hair, both of your legs over his shoulder as he bites your calf, repeatedly hitting your spot. "fuck i love you, cum all over me, i can feel you close. cum all over my cock"

rafe's thrusts were rough and fast as he brought you to an orgasm, and his cum spilled on your stomach. you hum and stroke him softly, pumping him cleaning. you smile as you scooped some on your fingers, licking them clean. "you are so sexy, baby" rafe whispered and kissed your thigh. "can i send a picture of you covered in my cum to john b?"

"ew! no! you can take one just never send it to anyone" rafe's eyes lit up and he took out his phone, taking a picture and you laugh. rafe got a wet wash cloth and cleaned you off, and you headed to the bathroom.

you whimpered as you sit on the toilet, and rafe fixed himself in your mirror. you head back into your room and sit on the bed slowly, hissing as your ass softly grazed the sheets and you rolled onto your stomach. "what's up, do you need help?"

"can you just put ice on my butt or something, it really hurts" you pout and rafe smirks. "it's not funny!"

"ah, so mission accomplished, hm?" he winked and kissed you, going downstairs and grabbing ice. he grabbed some vaseline as well, heading back upstairs. rafe pressed the ice against your ass for a couple of minutes, then put on vaseline and you hum.

"you're right" you sigh and he looks at you. "it wasn't funny, i've learned my lesson" you look up at rafe and he bites his lip softly, kissing your head. "can we just stay here for dinner? i don't think i can sit down and eat anywhere. he can order pizza and hang in the pool so i don't have to sit"

"sure, can you put on bikini bottoms or will it hurt?" he asked and you looked at him with a smile.

"skinny dip?" you smirk and his eyes lit up again, making you laugh and he held your face, kissing you. "rafe" you both laid on your sides and you rubbed your thumb over his cheek. "i'll always come back to you, rafe. i love you, and only you"

you and rafe spent the rest of the night in the pool, having rounds 2 and 3 in the pool and hot tub, eating the pizza and listening to music, just enjoying one another.

[fastlikealambo]

 Grilled Cheese: Eddie Munson x Sinclair!Reader One Shot

 Summary:

You’re burned out and Eddie knows just how to fix that.

Trigger Warnings: burnout, sleepiness, cuddling

Just felt like writing a quick little sweet drabble!

“ I need you to work a double tomorrow.” Your boss at the Big Buy yelled out two minutes after you clocked out.

“I can’t, I have finals all day till five.”

“ Then you’re on from six to six with the night crew, problem solved.”

Your shoulders fall  but you know you need the money so it’s off you go. By the time you get home the whole house is already sleeping but not you, not yet anyway.

 You’ve got just enough time to cram for your finals, it will all be fine, you just need to get through the next few hours.

“Baby, you sure you don’t wanna eat now? You need something in your stomach before your tests.” Your mom asked but you zoom right by her.

“I’ll grab something on the way, I gotta go, love you!” You call back, keys in hand.

But you don’t grab something on the way, you go straight to campus to study just a little bit more before your first final.

By the time you look up, you’re halfway through your shift at work again, leaning on a shelf trying to stay awake.

“I need you to cover my shift from 7 to 5 tomorrow. Oh and if you can lean, you can clean Sinclair!”

It’s fine, you just need to power through it.

“Nope, I’m not getting in that car, not with that zombie behind the wheel.”

You were supposed to be picking up Erica from Hellfire Club and then picking up another shift after dropping her off, maybe squeezing in some time to see your loving boyfriend but instead you're slumped over the wheel of the car outside Hawkins High.

A knock at the window jolts you awake to see your boyfriend and sister staring at you.

“Oh hey baby. You ready to go to Hellfire, Erica?” You asked, sleepy and confused.

“Yeah, so that’s not happening. Applejack, hop in my van while I grab your sister and pretend that sentence doesn’t sound as kidnapy as it did.” Eddie says, throwing Erica his keys.

“Eddie, I have a test on Thursday, I’ve got to get to work.” You protested incoherently

“ Well it’s a good thing it’s Friday then, sweetheart. How the hell did you drive yourself here?”  

Eddie asked, unlocking your door and lifting you out of the driver’s seat.  You nuzzle into his neck, getting nice and comfortable only for him to put you down in the passenger seat of his car.

“ Out of the driver’s seat Erica.”

“Fine.”

The drive is quick as Eddie drops off your sister with a financial incentive to relay the message that you’re staying over with Eddie to your parents.

“Eddie, I’m going to be late for-

“Out of curiosity baby, when’s the last time you actually slept?” He could practically see the mental math going on in your head and that did nothing to ease his worry.

“So that answers that question. When’s the last time you ate something that wasn’t going to be thrown out at the end of your shift?”

“My mom made pancakes on Monday?” You offer up, squeezing his hand as you pull up to his trailer. You let him lead you on shaky legs, folding up on the couch with a yawn as he grabs the phone from under a pile of stuff.

“Eddie, who are you calling?”

He holds up one finger.

“Hi, is this the manager? My girlfriend isn’t coming in tonight, she’s sick-

“ Eddie!”

“Well I’m sure you’ll find someone to cover her shift because she’s not coming in.” He finishes, hanging up the phone.

Before you can argue, he disappears into his room, returning with one of his shirts, a towel and washcloth and the silk scarf you left there for when you slept over.

“Go shower and when you’re done, you’ll eat. Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder baby, it will not end well.” He said in a tone that did not imply argument and while you were contemplating all the ways you were gonna be fired, you did as he asked, relishing in the hot water instead of the quick showers you’ve had all week.

A grilled cheese and a bottle of water await you when you return from the shower, refreshed and hair wrapped. You take your rightful place on his lap, actually eating to enjoy your food while he slowly rubs your back.

“ How ya feeling now, princess?”

“Better, exhausted but better.” You said, finishing your sandwich.

“ You had me worried there for a bit.  Come on, let’s get you to bed, baby girl. “ He puts the plate in the sink before picking you up again and depositing you under the covers of his bed. He showers before joining you, wet curls ticking the back of your neck as he pulls you to his chest.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Thank you for this. I thought I was fine but clearly I wasn’t.”

“ You’re my girl, I’m always gonna take care of my girl, no matter what.” He kisses your cheek.

And he does just that, peppering your neck with soft kisses until you’re out like a light in his arms for a well deserved rest.

the end :)

[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

[just-jordie-things]

A Lover And A Fighter - Richie Tozier

word count: 3122 warnings: swearing, sight sexual harassment summary: Richie promised (y/n) that he wouldn’t get into fights anymore, but sometimes he just can’t help himself.  Especially when it comes to protecting her.

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It was an understatement to say that Richie was protective of you.  The boy was downright insane about it.  Everyone in Derry knew not to fuck with (y/n), not unless they wanted Richie Tozier tracking them down and beating them half to death.

You’d given him a talk numerous times.  But not once did they work, it always went in one ear and out the other..

He’d beaten up three ex boyfriends, a couple guys that looked at you the wrong way, and Greta Keene.  He was proud of that amount.

But he’d promised that he would try his best not to act out on your behalf anymore.  And you made him pinky promise.  That’s a big deal.  And he didn’t want to break your trust or your promise.

However… once he walked past Henry Bowers and his dumbass friends, and heard your name being mentioned, he couldn’t stop himself from getting involved.

“What was that?” He spoke before he could think things through.

The boys turned to him, each bearing a scowl that wasn’t out of character.

“I said, (y/n’s) not fucking worth it,” Henry practically growled out.  “Now why don’t you fuck off, Tozier?”

“Your damn fucking right it’s not worth it,” Richie spat back, turning away, doing the right thing.  “I’d break your goddamn nose” He muttered under his breath.

“It’s not worth it to try and get in her pants,” Henry called out before Richie could walk far enough away.

He stopped in his tracks.

“Cause she’s such a slut anyways, it’s not a real victory to fuck-”

Richie had never whipped around so fast.  And with the punch he delivered went all common sense, and all the promises and reassurances he’d given you to prove he was going to ‘mature’ as you’d begged him to do. ___

“Hey, Richie,” You held your phone between your ear and shoulder as you painted your toes.  “This is like, my fifth message… so… call me back, I guess.  Okay, bye”

You sighed as you set the phone back on it’s holster.  Richie wasn’t the type of guy to stand you up, especially on taco tuesday.  And even if something came up, he always always, called.  But now he couldn’t even bother to return one of your calls, leaving you to assume that he was upset with you for some reason, and therefore ignoring you.

You weren’t sure what you did, and at this point, you also weren’t sure that he was going to tell you either.

When Richie didn’t want to talk to someone, he was the damn best at avoiding them.

But he’d never given you the cold shoulder.  And there was a time that you’d thought he never would.  Richie was your best friend, you trusted and confided in him more than anyone else, even the other Losers.  And in the last seven years of being his best friend, he’d never treated you this way.  In fact, he always treated you amazingly, like a princess, it was very surprising actually, the way he cared about you.

It was that care that always led him to picking fights where he shouldn’t be, though.  It started with your ex boyfriend.  He broke up with you once a ‘better, prettier’ girl showed interest (his words), and the next thing you knew, Richie was throwing him against the lockers.

When your next boyfriend straight up cheated on you, Richie took care of him too.

He broke the third one’s nose.

And then there was the Greta Keene incident… Beverly may have let it slip that Greta had been writing nasty rumors about you in the girls bathrooms.  And Richie declared that he didn’t have a problem beating up a girl if it was justified (and if that girl had man arms).  That was when you drew the line, and made Richie swear to try and control his anger.  And he pinkie promised to work on it, and that he wouldn’t get into any more fights over you.

You weren’t sure why he got so enraged over these things.  It was just drama, and you found it pointless that he tried to bring you justice, since he was so reckless about it.

It was getting late, and you knew that Richie wasn’t going to return your calls.  So you finished painting your toenails blue, and decided to spend the night in your room, reading, alone.

Even though you should have been eating a bunch of tacos and gossiping with Richie.

Just as you got situated in bed, and had turned off the overhead light in exchange for the soft glow of your lamp on the bedside table, there was a knock on the window.

When you glanced over, you could tell it was Richie by his silhouette, and you frowned slightly.

Nonetheless, you got up and unlocked the window, before sliding it open.

“Where the hell have you been?” You asked.

He could tell that you couldn’t see his face very well.

“Busy, you gonna let me in?” He grinned.

“Richie, it’s-” You glanced over your shoulder to the alarm clock on your table, before glaring back at him.  “-midnight.  Are you kidding me? Did I do something to piss you off?”

“What? (y/n/n), no-”

“Then how come you were dodging all my calls? And you’re seven hours late?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest..

Richie crawled in through the window, even though you hadn’t invited him in yet.  But he figured it was only a matter of time before you cave anyways.

Your distressed face disappeared as you caught sight of him now that he was in the light.  His left eye was bruising, and so was his right cheekbone.  Along with a split lip and a bloody nose, it was clear what had happened.

“Oh, Richie…” You mumbled, hand reaching up to cover your mouth as your eyes widened at the sight of him.  “Tell me you didn’t-”

“Look it’s not what you think-” Richie tried to protest.

“Don’t give me that shit”

He knew he fucked up, because you weren’t yelling.  Your voice was soft, and low.  You were heartbroken.

He stared down at the ground, too anxious to look at you anymore.  Not when you looked so disappointed in him.  

“You promised- you-you pinky promised me-”

“I know-! I know and I’m sorry, really, I’m really fucking sorry” He told you, desperately hoping that you’d forgive him.

You shook your head at him, and gestured for him to sit before you left the room.  Richie was the most frustratingly complicated person that you knew, and it drove you insane.  Why he couldn’t just walk away and not beat the shit out of people… you weren’t sure.  But it really hurt you that he didn’t even seem to try, and he broke his promise.

Richie was sitting on the side of your bed when you came back into the room.  He chuckled as he eyed the first aid kit in your hands, the same one that you’ve used the last four or five times you dealt with the aftermath of his episodes of rages.

“You don’t have t-”

“Yes I do” You cut him off and unpacked what you’d need.

You were upset, you were fuming, actually.  It angered you that Richie broke his promise, not even a month after making it.  That promise was important to you, because he was important to you.  And now here he was, waiting to be fixed up by you once again after he so stupidly, so recklessly got himself beaten to a pulp.

But no matter how angry you were, you remained silent.  Dabbing at the excess blood under his nose, which at least wasn’t bleeding anymore.  And when you were finished with his cheek, you moved on to rubbing cream over the bruise on his cheek.  Richie’s eyes fell shut as he sighed in relief at the feeling of the cool lotion, and your gentle fingers.

He knew your silence wasn’t a good thing.  In fact, it was the worst thing.  It meant he messed up beyond redemption.  And he’d never fucked up that bad before.  Sure, he’d pissed you off and frustrated you on the daily, but that was just the hallmark of his friendship, and it was never anything serious.  Just when he dragged you out in the middle of the night for slushies, or got you in trouble in class because he was running his mouth.  He’d never made you this genuinely upset before.

“(y/n)-”

“Save it” You muttered before he could even start with the apologies.

That was another hallmark of his friendship.  You knew what came next.  The apologies, the excuses, the begging for your forgiveness, followed by a playful ‘you know you love me, you need me’ and puppy dog eyes that you couldn’t refuse.  Except tonight, you might just be able to.

He took you by surprise when he didn’t protest, and snapped his mouth shut.  Your eyes met his for a moment, before you started applying a smaller amount of lotion on the bruise surrounding his eye.  It was going to look a lot worse in the morning, but this would help with the pain now.

You hated that your heart ached for him right now.  You hated that you wanted to cry and hold him and make him feel better.  Because you were so fucking mad-

“I don’t understand,” The words suddenly spilled out of your mouth, as if your mind just couldn’t take them swimming around in your head anymore.  “I just- I- I don’t fucking get it”

He nodded, ducking his head down, only for you to lift it back up by his chin and continue with the lotion.

“I care about you, dumbass, and all I asked, which I thought was simple, all I asked was for you to stop with the fighting-”

“I know” He mumbled back.

You stared at him skeptically, wondering if he really did know, or if he’d show up again in a few weeks with the same battered face and guilty look in his eyes.  Richie didn’t look back at you.  He couldn’t.

“Who?” You asked, trying to soften your voice so he wouldn’t whither away from you like he was doing right now.

“You’re not gonna like it” Richie answered, fingers pinching at your bedsheets in an attempt to distract himself.  From the pain that burned across his whole face, or from the intensity in your eyes, he wasn’t sure, but he needed the distraction.

He hadn’t had a smoke in months, but it sounded pretty damn good right now.

“Well, newsflash, I don’t like any of this,” You told him.  “But I think I deserve to at least know what happened”

Of course you do, Richie hung his head in his hands.  You deserve so, so much better.

You watched as he rubbed his palms over his eyes, and it took everything in your power not to take his hands and hold them in yours, to tell him it was okay and you forgave him.

“Bowers”

He muttered the single word without even looking at you.  But he didn’t have to look at you to know exactly what you looked like in that moment.  You probably had a dropped jaw and furrowed brows.  Disappointment, disgust, anger, all displayed in one heartbreaking look.

“Richie…” You murmured without meaning to.  “Why? Why would you-”

“I had to, okay?” He shot up suddenly.  “I know that you hate it, and as soon as I swung I- I knew I fucked up, but I had to”

You wanted to argue it, argue that there’s always another option, that he can always walk away.  But you bit your tongue.  Something about the way he spoke told you that there was more to this than his stupidity.

“I’m sorry, (y/n/n), I am.  But I… I don’t regret it”

Your heart sunk all the way down to your stomach.  Richie had such a toll on your emotions and he didn’t even know it.

“Tell me what happened” You said quietly, and shifted closer to him.

You wanted him to know he had your undivided attention, and that he should have the chance to at least explain what happened.  You pulled your leg up to rest on the mattress, and turned your body to face him.

Richie looked at you before looking back down at his hand, which was now fisted in your blankets.

“Richie,” You hummed, brows furrowing as you saw how reluctant he was to opening up.  “Tell me” The words were so soft, it was almost inaudible.

You wondered what Henry could have done that Richie didn’t want to tell you about.  He must have really outdone himself.

“He was just talking shit-”

“Richie,” You cut off his bullshit before he could even start.  “Come on, the truth”  

“It’s not-”

“I deserve to know, Tozier! Whatever it is, I don’t care, okay? Just tell me-”

“He said you weren’t worth sleeping with!”

Just like that, you’d gotten him to snap.

And you shut up instantly, shocked by the outburst.  His words processed slowly in your head.

“He said it wasn’t worth trying because you’re- because you’re a slut, and it wasn’t fucking true!” Richie continued to yell.  Not at you, he just couldn’t contain his own anger anymore.

And you thought you were pissed.

“Motherfucker had your name in his nasty fucking mouth and he was telling his buddies fucking lies and I couldn’t- fuck I couldn’t walk away.  I should’ve fucking killed him”

You were staring at him, speechless.  You should’ve known it was about you, Richie was always so fiercely protective of you.  And Henry’s wouldn’t be the first nose that he’d broken protecting you.  But this wasn’t like before.  He’d beaten on your ex boyfriends after they broke your heart.  Henry hadn’t said or done anything to you, he was just doing what boys do.  (Make shit up because they think it makes them impressive when really they’re even shittier than they look)

“I didn’t mean to break your promise,” Richie huffed.  His face was slightly flushed after his mini tantrum.  His hands grabbed both of yours, holding them close to him.  “I’m so sorry I put you through this again”

You were still silent, but he knew this wasn’t a bad silence.  You were still processing, still trying to figure out how to forgive him while making sure this was the last time he crawls through your window looking like this.

“I hope you know that it came from a place of- of caring about you,” He added.  “Caring about you too much, I guess” He mumbled as an afterthought.

Your stupid lovesick heart skipped a beat at the sweet words.  Richie wasn’t one for words, at all, but he somehow managed to say the most loving things without even realizing it.

“I can’t promise it won’t happen again, that much is clear.  And if Bowers says one more goddamn thing about your ass I’ll fucking string him up- I will- but I can promise I’ll try, okay? I will, I’ll really try”

He squeezed your hands a little bit, hoping you believed him, hoping you trusted him.

Your eyes flickered between his for a moment, and you could see in them that he was being sincere, and that he was broken up over hurting you.

“You…” He started to speak, but trailed off unsurely.  “You deserve better” He finished.

His eyes flickered to yours for a brief moment, before he turned away.

You shake your head, before you let go of one of his hands, and took his chin between your thumb and index finger, turning him to look back at you.

“(y/n/n)-”

You cut him off when you leaned in and gently kissed him, trying to be mindful of his split lip.

Richie’s eyes remained focused on your closed ones, too stunned to close them, or really kiss her back.

He wanted to kick himself when you pulled away.  He managed to miss his fucking chance because he was too slow to do anything about it.

Your eyes fluttered open in such a beautiful way Richie swore you were holding his heart in your perfect little hands.

His brows were furrowed like you’d confused him, and you absolutely had.  He hadn’t expected you to kiss him.

“Why’d you do that?” He asked breathlessly, and your cheeks burned pink.

Your shoulders raised a bit in a shrug, and you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too much.

“I just… wanted to” You whispered.

A smile twitched on the corner of Richie’s lips before his hand cupped your cheek, and he pulled you in again, so he could kiss you right this time.

Your lips were just as soft, if not softer, than he’d imagined they’d be.  And he’d imagined countless times what they’d feel like.  Daydreaming in class, before he fell asleep, and being right by your side for the last seven years.

Kissing you was bliss.

He did it again, taking your face in both of his hands and pulling you impossibly closer.  He could feel your lips smiling against his own, and once again, his heart was beating out of his chest trying to get to yours.

“I’m in love with you, (y/n/n)” He murmured when you parted, and you laughed softly.

“That makes sense,” You replied, reaching a hand up to play with the curls on the back of his neck.  “And… I love you too”

Richie gave you a sunshine smile, which you couldn’t help but return.

“I’m still upset, by the way,” You told him, still playing with the curls.  “But only cause I’m tired of seeing you covered in bruises, okay?”

He nodded, and you leaned your cheek further against the palm of his hand.

“I promise to try” He said, and then raised his pinky.

You looked from his hand and then back to him, a slight glare in your eyes.

“Come on, just do it,” He urged, you rolled your eyes, but he was persistent.  “Just link fuckin’ pinkies with me”

With a giggle you hooked your pinky with his, and held it for a moment.

“You want to go get tacos now?” He asked, and you grinned, nodding your head.

“You read my mind” You answered, and followed him back out the window.

It dawned on you that Richie was both your lover and your fighter.  And he held those titles proudly.

As he took your hand and walked alongside you down the street, he decided there were no other title he’d want to be labeled, besides yours. ___

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[by-soleil]

spell

Pairing: Chwe Vernon x Female Reader

Word Count: 2K

Genre: angst, just angst (okay maybe a little fluff in you squint)

Warning: kissing, conflicted vernon

This fic was inspired by "Spell - Niki"

A Vernon birthday special<3

•••

This dangerous game you’ve been playing with Vernon, have gone out of your control. Your friends keep warning you that you’re playing with fire. And Vernon is not someone who can easily be fixed. He’s never gonna show you the same love you’ve been showing him for the last couple of months. And that you and Vernon should just stay friends.

You of course know that your friends intentions are great, not wanting you to swallow the hard pill that you know you’d have to swallow eventually if you keep this shenanigans up. But upon seeing or even just thinking about the boy, your heart turns into a mushy mess. Risking the better part of your sanity for the greek-god looking boy that keeps addressing you as his ‘good friends’.

Delightful.

“We should get our nails done. I keep breaking a nail, its ridiculous.” one of your friend says from the bean bag across the room. Flashing her broken nail so everyone could see.

You cringe, “That must’ve been painful. I’m down, my gel’s all chipped anyway. What about you?” you turn you head to your other friend who’s currently busy with her laptop.

“Yeah, sure. Give me like 10 minutes, I have to submit this paper. How are y’all not panicking over this? This shit worth a third of the final mark.” she throws suspicious glare towards the both of you.

“That’s one of the reason you should get a boyfriend, babe. Our boyfriends got it done for us hours ago—oops, I mean my boyfriend and Vernon did. Since, he’s not like your boyfriend or anything.” you friends sarcastically say, pointing her broken nail towards you. Making you roll your eyes, months of being teased have numb you from their remarks.

The thing about Vernon is, you could never figure him out. He doesn’t talk much with other people, sometimes even with you. But when he does, it’s like a joy ride down the happy abyss that is Vernon’s mind.

Your phone rings with Vernon’s name flashes on the screen. You read the room, knowing what happens next is not gonna end well. You stand up and leave you bestfriends dorm room.

You smile at the screen and pick up the call. “Hey, what’s up?”

You can hear his car stopping through the phone then the familiar sound of handbrake being pulled up. “Are you still at Wonwoo’s girlfriend?” he ask softly with voice so deep you thought you’re drowning.

“Yep, still here. Why you ask?” you ask despite fully knowing he wants to see you and is probably out front already.

He pauses for a bit, you can hear him opening a packet of snack. “I'm at the parking lot. Wanna grab something to eat and hang at my place?”

Classic Vernon date night combo. Not that you mind, you’d take all the time he’s willing to give you. It’s like he’s got you under some spell.

A smile breaks on your face, forgetting the fact you just agreed to get your nails down with you friends.

When you step back inside the room, you friends throwing you a knowing annoyed look. The one that used to bother you, but not anymore. “Sorry, I’ll have to raincheck on the nail. Vernon’s out front.” you gather your stuff, avoiding any of their gaze.

“You should leave his ass.” you hear your friends high-fiving, agreeing with each other. Ganging up on you.

“He loves me guys, he’s just scared. It takes time to heal.” you sigh, stuffing all you belongings into your suffocated tote bag. Maybe you should’ve let Vernon bought you that pretty—and super expensive—bag. If you ask, he’d probably drive you to the store right now. He never really say no to you, except for the rare times you asked him to make the relationship official.

You’ve known Vernon since freshmen year, you saw how he broke down when his ex left him for an accountant that she met at the starbucks down the street of your campus.

How he slowly pull himself back up and eventually got tangled with you in this mushy mess. So, you know better than to pester him for a stupid label. You know he likes you, loves you even. He just wont say it out loud. But through his actions, you hear him loud and clear.

After escaping your friends rage, you skip down the parking lot and beeline for his car. “Oooh, you smell good.” you greet him with a quick peck on his cheek.

“Thanks, just showered at the gym. I know you don’t like to hug me when I’m all sweaty.” he ruffles your hair making you gasp. Hands flying up a second after to smooth the mess he just created. “Did you know, tea tree oil body wash is good for bacne? I don’t.” he laughs.

You smile, so wide your vision blurred. Guess tonight you’re having happy abyss Vernon. Your favorite Vernon.

“Duh, that’s why I keep buying them. Who told you?” you hide your smiling face as you fasten the seatbelt.

“My sister. You know what, let’s get some, I wanna get some for you to use when you’re staying over.” He nonchalantly say not knowing the damage those words just did to your mushy heart.

With excitement filling up your whole body, you lean back to his side and plant kisses on his cheek. You need an outlet for all this butterflies.

“Yeay! Let’s go!” you practically shout as he drive his car out of the parking lot.

•••

When you finally reach Vernon’s apartment, you are beat. Shopping with Vernon is never a 15-minute thing. Everything catches his attention.

“I don’t think I'm going home tonight. My legs are screaming.” you plop down on his bed, staring at the ceiling you’re seeing a few times a week.

“Then stay, I’ll drive you home before class starts tomorrow.”

Duh, of course he has to drive you tomorrow, how else are you gonna get to your place since Vernon lives off-campus in his fancy one bedroom. Well, there’s always uber, but why bother when this pretty man offers you a ride every time.

When you're out of the shower smelling like musk and tea tree oil—if that even make sense, you make your way to his closet. Passing him who’s sitting on the edge of his bed trying to solve a rubik’s cube.

Your eyes immediately dart to the big shopping bag with tissue paper peeking everywhere. “Is that—” you paused, reaching for the bag. “Vernon, come here a sec.” you call for him.

He doesn’t even look at you, his eyes are focused on the stupid cube he’s holding.

“What is this?” you hold the shopping bad to his chest, making him looking at you for a few seconds before focusing back to the damned cube.

“Oh, it’s the bag you wanted but told me not to get.” his tone is very unbothered, as if dropping a slump of cash on a purse for someone you keep calling ‘friend’ is normal.

You roll your eyes, “Exactly, then why did you get it?” you drop the bag and fold your hands in front of you.

“Cause you need a bag, that poor thing had its time. What’s up with you?” his eyes finally left the cube for it to land on your furious one.

You walk out of the closet and sit on his bed. Slightly cursing yourself for not snatching a hoodie from his closet. Now you have to have the talk again with Vernon, only this time you wearing a freaking bath robe.

“Why are you making this difficult? You needed a bag and I wanna get you a bag.” he asks with a voice so deep you had to shake your head in order to fight back the mushy feeling.

“You don’t just give your friend a bag that costs a few grand, Vernon.” Vernon sighs, closing his eyes when he finally connected the dots to where this conversation is going.

You then stand up, taking his face with both of your hands to pull him into a kiss. It’s silent as you and Vernon trade mouths. But through his lips, you can hear everything. Loud and clear.

Pulling away, you keep your forehead glued to his. “Why won’t you trust me?” you breathe. Making him close his eyes. “You know I’ll stay. You keep saying ‘all the stakes are high’ but you know damn well I’ll get myself a wings.”

You can feel his breath slowing down with every move your fingers make on his jaw. Knowing him like the back of you hand to easily calm him down.

He doesn’t say anything when his eyes starts to open. “I know you love me Vernon, I do. If it’s me changing my mind out of the blue and left you that you’re so afraid of, I’ll show you. I’ll show you how I’ll stay through it all. I’ll wait for heaven to break this spell you’re under. I promised you.

Minutes passed, he doesn’t say anything. His lips pursed together, holding his words at bay. The words you’re so desperately want to hear.

But Vernon stay silent. For a long time.

After what feels like forever, his hands cup you jaw. Bringing you lips together, giving you no answer. Just keep dragging you down under the spell you wish to break.

“Please don’t ever change,” he breathes between kisses. Eyes red from holding back tears.

“I won’t,” you keep chanting, hoping it’ll be engraved to his brain.

“I don’t wanna lose you. Don’t leave me.” it pains you to hear the words spilling from his mouth.

You bury you head on his chest as he pulls you to the bed. He cradles you like a baby in his arms. Soothing hands running down you back. Pulling you deeper into the realm of unconsciousness.

You wake up the next morning with throbbing headache from all the crying you did last night. Vernon is nowhere to be found.

You get ready, slipping into his hoodie—that you for sure will keep. “I got you coffee,” Vernon burst into the room, startling you. His gummy smile plastered on his face.

“Thanks,” you give him a small smile, taking the coffee.

Vernon acts like nothing happened last night. Casually kissing the top of you head before pulling you out for breakfast—if cereal and hot pocket counts.

The drive to your place is very calm. With Vernon humming to the music cheerfully. As if nothing ever happened last night.

When he drops you off, he pulls you in for a kiss. Then he pulls away with a smile. Though you’re very tired with this endless cycle, you can’t help but to give him a smile back.

You throw yourself on the bed, sighing so loud you afraid yourr\ grumpy neighbor would stomp your door anytime soon.

Without even realizing it, tears started falling out. Leaving darken stain on your bedsheets.

You close your eyes. Praying.

Praying? You never pray. But with this throbbing pain in your chest, you’ll take all the help you can get to get Vernon out of the spell. Or better yet, taking you out of the fucking spell.

•••

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The Match - Part 8

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You get a preview of what it’s like to be working with Mackenzie.

Warnings: I apologize as there is no smut in here lmfao but there is a stubborn Bucky lols

A/N: The jitters just never go away whenever I post a new part for this ajkcnjasncakjcnakj I find this part boring tbh but uhh things will start picking up again in the next part I promise

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Bucky decided to push through with his partnership with Wilson Enterprises. It was a big one, so it definitely required the entire team's effort and perseverance. Apparently, this is the company's biggest, most major project yet so this was going to look really good in your resume. It would also provide you with more credibility to further excel in your career.

Except that Bucky actually hired a marketing consultant to take over the entire project as his revenge.

"Any questions? About the project or about Kenzie?" Bucky asked, standing in front of the conference room, next to Mackenzie.

You confidently raised your hand when no one else did. Bucky tilted his head, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew you were affected, of fucking course you were!

"Yes?" he called out.

You stood up and sighed softly, "I mean this in the most respectful way, Mister Barnes." you said, emphasizing his name. "But as the head of marketing, what exactly is my role here? Given that Mackenzie was hired to spearhead the marketing aspect of this project." you said, giving Mackenzie a passive aggressive smile.

"I don't want to overstep on some boundaries here, that's why I'm asking. I just want clarity, that's all." you said.

Bucky was about to respond when Mackenzie stopped him, grabbing his arm and squeezing it before taking over the floor. You narrowed your eyes at how her slender fingers were wrapped around Bucky's arm.

"Honey..." Mackenzie started. "There's nothing to worry about, this is a collaborative work between you and I. So think of yourself as my assistant, someone to help me out with the project." she responded.

Bitch.

"I'm not an assistant, Mackenzie." you said, smiling at her.

Mackenzie laughed, "I'm sorry, my bad. I shouldn't have used that term. Oops." she said. "Although, I believe I have more experience in this area so maybe consider me a mentor?" she suggested.

Bitch!

Bucky cleared his throat, "If you have certain ideas, you can discuss it with her. She is a consultant after all. Given her impressive experience in the field, I'm sure you'll learn a thing or two from her."

The meeting was wrapped up by noon and you simply couldn't wait to get yourself out of the conference room. You didn't feel like talking to Bucky anymore in all honesty, not after what he was doing. You knew this was just to spite you, get you to cave in first and give in to him.

All the more that you wouldn't, especially not when he actually used your job against you.

Everyone started rushing out of the conference room, ready to head out for lunch. As soon as you reached the doorway, you overheard the short conversation between Bucky and Mackenzie.

"Hey Bucky, we still up for lunch?"

-

The bathroom was empty when you stepped inside and thank god for that because you couldn't hold back your emotions any further. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, not because you were hurt. Fuck no, you were angry and frustrated. So fucking angry at yourself for getting into this mess, at Bucky for being such an entitled prick, at the entire world for plotting against you.

You groaned in irritation as you wiped away your tears, sniffing as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You worked your ass off for this job, for your position. You risked your dignity when you let Bucky fuck you. You weren't going to let someone take that away from you.

You quickly fixed yourself when the door opened, followed by the loud clacking of someone's heels.

"Omg, are you crying?" Beverly gasped, rushing over to you.

You snickered, "No." you lied, "My eyes are itchy." you huffed out before noticing that Beverly was holding a sandwich in her hand.

"Why did you bring your sandwich here?" you curiously asked.

Beverly shrugged, "The pantry's full and the other girls don't exactly seem to like me...so..."

You shook your head and sighed, "Come with me, let's have lunch out. I need to get out of this fucking place anyway."

"Yay, omg! I knew you were nice! You're like, the only girl who actually talked to me nicely." Beverly said, tagging behind you as you exited the bathroom.

"Oh, there you are!" Mark called out. "I was looking for you. Wanna grab lunch? Oh...who's this?" he asked, noticing the blonde girl trailing behind you.

"I'm Beverly! I'm Sir James' new secretary." she introduced excitedly.

You sighed, "Don't ask me why." you said when Mark turned to you with a confused look, still not sure what happened to Bucky's previous secretary.

"So, lunch out? With Bev?" you asked.

-

You were completely zoning out during lunch despite the ongoing conversation between Mark and Bev, something about yoga? You honestly couldn't care less, not when you were feeling so conflicted about your current situation.

Would Bucky actually go that far just to get you back? Or does he actually hate you for saying no to him and is basically using his authority to make your life a living hell?

"So I heard about the new girl." Mark said, that snapped you out of your trance.

"Huh?" you asked.

"I find it weird for Mister Barnes to hire someone when you're here." Mark pointed out. "I mean, are you okay with that or..."

You snorted, "Fuck no. Look, I'm not gonna be the bigger person here. I was offended as fuck." you admitted.

"Yeah, it's super weird because she was hired through Tinder or something. Is that even legal?" Beverly pointed out as she scrolled through her phone.

You and Mark turned to her abruptly, "Tinder? Wait, what?" you asked.

Beverly chuckled, "I heard them talking this morning and Kenzie was like, 'It's so funny that we matched on Tinder and ended up doing business there you know' and I'm like omg Sir James has Tinder and I have one too but I never saw him there, bummer."

"Motherfucker." you hissed out.

Mark made a face, "Are you okay?" he carefully asked. "You've been really tensed since last week."

Apparently, Bucky never deleted his Tinder and have been swiping right on women. And that's how he met Mackenzie who just happened to be a marketing consultant. Now you were just furious, was he fucking her too? Has he been fucking other women this entire time?

"Hey, Bev..." you said, a plan hatching inside your mind. "Can I ask you a favor?" you asked nicely.

Beverly nodded, "Um duh, you're basically my office BFF now."

"If you ever hear Mister Barnes and Mackenzie talk about hmm, I don't know...something interesting. Maybe about the project...me 'cause you know, I'm the head of marketing and Mackenzie’s in the same field...let me know, will ya?" you asked.

Mark chuckled nervously, "I don't know what's going on but isn't that an invasion of privacy?"

"She's not going to eavesdrop, Mark. She'll just...listen closely." you explained.

"Bev might get in trouble if Mister Barnes finds out." Mark warned.

You waved a hand, "She'll be fine, Mark. She's his secretary, she has to know everything. Besides, I'm not going to let her get in trouble, if she does then I'll take care of it."

Beverly squealed in delight, "Omg, you are not my office BFF. You're like my office mom! You and Mark are literally my office parents." she said, lifting her phone up in the air.

"Selfie! This one goes to the 'gram." she said, taking a quick photo of the three of you.

She then proceeded to edit the photo while you and Mark continued eating lunch.

"Bev, you should really put your phone away and eat first. We have less than half an hour left for lunch break." Mark called out.

Beverly groaned and rolled her eyes, "Way to get into the role, Mark. You're such a dad."

You snorted, "Yeah. Loosen up, daddy." you teased.

"Playing family after just one date, huh."

Bucky's presence in the same restaurant should've really intimidated you, most especially that he just witnessed you tease Mark like that. But you were too mad at him to even care, what was the point even? He didn't believe you even when you told him the truth that Mark was just a friend.

Why even try now?

"Hi Sir James." Beverly greeted happily.

"Mister Barnes." Mark acknowledged.

Bucky ignored them and kept his eyes on you. You didn't falter under his gaze and simply stared back at him with blank eyes. It's as if a staring competition took place when the both of you merely looked at each other, neither of you looking away nor attempting to do so.

"How was that date last Friday, Jim?" Bucky asked, his eyes still trained on yours.

Mark made a funny face at the name that Bucky called him but shrugged anyway. Before he could even respond, you decided to answer on his behalf. If Bucky wanted to spite you, you'd give him a taste of his own medicine.

"It was actually great. We might go on another one this Friday." you said.

"We are?" Mark asked in a whisper.

Bucky's hand landed on Mark's shoulder, "Don't count on it, Andrew. She's going to be doing a lot of work on Friday due to the project." he said through gritted teeth.

You shrugged, "Oh, but I thought Mackenzie's doing all my work?"

"I'm ready to head back, Buck."

Speak of the devil herself. Mackenzie weaved through the tables and approached Bucky, her face brightening up when she saw you, Mark and Beverly.

"Oh, hey you." she greeted you. "Look, I think we may have started off on the wrong foot earlier. I'm not here to take your job, just here to spice things up a bit. Improve your ideas, give Bucky some assistance." she chuckled, holding onto Bucky's arm yet again.

You fought back the urge to grab your glass of water and throw it at her face. As the saying goes, kill them with kindness. So you merely shrugged and extended an arm for a handshake.

"Of course. I would love to improve your ideas as well, you know. Just a healthy discourse between two marketing professionals. We good?" you said.

Mackenzie forced out a chuckle and reached for your hand, "We’re good. I look forward to working with you." she said before turning back to Bucky who was still gazing at you.

"Let's go?" she asked sweetly.

Bucky smirked at you before wrapping an arm around Mackenzie's waist, guiding her out of the restaurant the same way he did to you. You were too focused on Bucky's body language around Mackenzie that you failed to notice that Mark was watching you closely, your expressions and how you reacted towards Bucky.

"I think I know what's happening."

-

"You what?!"

"Shhh!" you hushed Mark and peeked out of the empty pantry to make sure the coast was clear.

Mark noticed the tension between you and Bucky and he came to a conclusion that the both of you dated at one point. He wasn't really wrong but he wasn't right either. So you decided to tell him everything, from the moment you matched with Bucky on Tinder until your last conversation with him last Saturday.

"I honestly thought you were dating, I didn't know there was sex involved. No wonder he had been calling me weird names." he said incredulously. "Was that you and Mister Barnes that Janet reported to the HR?" he asked, stifling his laughter.

You groaned, "Yes. Ugh, gave me a panic attack when I found out about that incident report." you said.

"Hey..." Mark called out. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this. Your secret is safe with me." he reassured.

You nodded, "I think it was about time that I told someone about us anyway. This whole situation is driving me crazy and I don't know what to do next. And I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess, I shouldn't have said that we were going out again. I don't want you or your job getting compromised because of our petty fight." you exhaled.

You had to admit, you felt so much better now after confiding with Mark. It somewhat alleviated the weight on your shoulders, knowing that there was someone aware of what you were going through. Who would've thought that this person would end up being Mark? You did have friends outside of work of course, but you felt like they all wouldn't really understand the situation.

Half would hate you for rejecting Bucky and the other half would hate you for even swiping right on him.

"Do you mind an unsolicited advice?" Mark asked.

"Not at all." you said.

"Ignore him. Don't let him or Mackenzie get to you. Do what you do best, you're great at your job and you'll be fine. That might get him to realize that you're not a prize to be won. And if he still doesn't see that, then that's his loss. You're more than just that hot marketing girl at work." Mark said.

You laughed at his last statement, "Hot marketing girl at work?" you asked, shaking your head.

"It's true. So if in any case you decide to ditch the CEO and move on, you know where to find me." he joked, throwing a wink your way.

-

You wanted to finish all your reports so you could focus on the huge project so you decided to work until around nine in the evening. The floor was already empty by the time you were done. Bucky seemed to be working too, given that he was still replying to e-mails at this hour. Wanting to get all the reports over with, you decided to submit it to him before going home.

During the elevator ride to Bucky’s floor, you couldn’t help but wonder whether he was alone in the office. Would Mackenzie be there with him? Even at this hour? Your grip on the folder tightened at the thought of catching them in the act.

But did you have any right to feel this way though?

Brushing off the thoughts, you exhaled loudly and prepared yourself for whatever it was you were to witness. Upon reaching the door to Bucky’s office, you slightly turned your head to listen to anything. It was quiet. No hushed whispers nor strained grunts-- they weren’t fucking, thank goodness for that.

You decided not to knock and just walk inside like you used to, reminding yourself of Mark’s advice.

Don’t let Bucky get to you.

When you saw Bucky hunched over his desk, typing away on his e-mails instead of bending a certain brunette somewhere in his office, you had to admit that you were relieved. He looked up and his eyes looked dead tired, you almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“You should really learn how to knock.” Bucky called out, slamming his laptop shut.

“Look, Bucky. I was just rushing to submit these reports so I can go home.” you explained and placed the folder on top of his desk.

Bucky frowned, “I said to call me Mister Barnes.”

You huffed out, “I honestly don’t care, Bucky. I’m not playing your damn games anymore.” you said and turned around.

A hand on your arm pulled you back, harshly turning you around to face Bucky. He was fuming, as usual. At this point, you were no longer fazed.

“You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?” he asked.

You clenched your jaw and pulled your arm back, “I’m not doing anything. You bring in Beverly or Mackenzie or whoever it is that you have up your sleeve. I don’t fucking care. I just want to focus on work.” you said and stepped away.

“And you should too, Bucky.” you added.

“I don’t believe you.” he said.

You sighed, your shoulders dropping from exhaustion at this whole shenanigan. “I’m done, Bucky.”

And with that you turned around to exit his office, leaving Bucky unsure whether you truly meant what you said. A victorious smirk graced your lips as you walked back to the elevator.

You were far from done.

-

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‘Wedding Crashers’ - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: Sorry for my inactivity but here’s a little sorry and thank you present for me hitting 1k! I love you all sm <3

Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, ooc deku; but it’s more of a headcanon, semi-public sex

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Izuku Midoriya inviting you to his wedding is a definite stab in yours and Katsuki Bakugou’s backs. But you’ll show him.

Word Count: 5k

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You had considered your morning to be relatively normal, breakfast not burnt, coffee just that right amount of bitter to stir you awake. But those happy moments of peaceful bliss were soon to be fleeting as your mail arrived. Sifting through the pile to what you assumed would be bank statements and bills; your fingers landed on a cream white envelope. Your name printed neatly in a cursive font that when you followed it with your eyes for too long it almost made you want to puke. Tearing it open haphazardly, you read the perfumed content inside.

‘Dear Y/N Y/LN,

We are very proud to invite you to the blah blah blah wedding of pro hero blah blah Izuku Midoriya and blah blah blah.

RSVP blah-‘

Wait what? The taste in your mouth was pitiful. Yes, you and Izuku had dated years prior and after being childhood friends, yet it didn’t end… swimmingly. But this didn’t feel like inviting a childhood friend to your happiest day, no, this felt like a backhanded swipe at your ex-girlfriend who was well known to the media to be single. Pro-Hero gossip magazines made sure of that.

Throwing the invitation onto your countertop, your eyebrows furrowed with spite. You felt weak almost, watching your ex-best friend grow up to be this bountiful hero with merch in every store that you went to. Though you had triumphed well in the hero charts yourself, nothing ever seemed to compare to him. The golden boy. You never really got over the fact that he ended things because being a single hero was more postable than one who was tied down. Until now. Mr. Big shot getting married. It really made you question your integrity,

Recuperating your thoughts, you realised your phone was buzzing on the couch next to you. Checking to see the influx of text messages, you saw Katsuki Bakugou’s name fill up your lockscreen with notifications.

Bakugou: tell me you got the stupid fuckin invite too

Bakugou: the nerve that nerd still fuckin has

Bakugou: inviting his childhood ‘friends’ after all this time

Bakugou: tch, one big publicity stunt if you ask me

You chuckle as you scroll through the messages, gladly knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

Y/N: so what’re we going to do about it?

Bakugou: what do you mean?

Y/N: well we can’t show him up at his own wedding but we can sure stir something of our own

Bakugou: well that idiot is marrying some nobody extra

Bakugou: probably to show how ‘great’ he is

Bakugou: so how about if two top pro heroes rsvp’d together?

Y/N: you mean us?

Bakugou: no, midnight and grape juice. of course us you idiot

The idea brewed in your head for a moment. Izuku had always been nice when he was younger, and Katsuki hadn’t exactly been the nicest towards him in return. You were always the mediator in those situations. However when Deku grew and grew in the hero charts he started to lose touch with reality. Not really remembering what being a hero was about besides having his face stuck on a lunch box and raking in the dough for it. It was sad. You didn’t know who he was anymore.

Y/N: fuck it, i’m in

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“You know, don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tux before.” You chuckle, arm linked around Bakugou’s as you stepped out of the chauffeured car together. You were here to make a scene. Paparazzi glistened everywhere like a moth to a candle flame. You couldn’t wait for the tabloids in all honesty.

“Shut up.” Bakugou grumbled, almost in embarrassment. But his smile didn’t show a hint of it. “Not looking too bad yourself.”

You had coordinated well. Your maroon dress flowed in the gentle summer breeze and matched perfectly to Bakugou’s equally coloured tux. You two were such a pair it was nigh impossible to not think that you two were together today. And the paparazzi made sure of that indefinitely.

You couldn’t lie about how the service was beautiful, because it was. However you didn’t need to hear the shutter clicks of a camera go off every few words they spoke. It was distracting, and you and Bakugou shared a glance each time it occurred. Stifling a giggle, you hoped no camera would pick that up. Even if they did, they’d probably pin it to ‘look at these other heroes wishing that they were the next to get married!’ they’d eat that shit uplike ambrosia.

“Can’t wait to see the reception.” You mumbled towards Bakugou, your plastic smiles never fading for the cameras. Izuku making a show of himself and his new bride.

Watching him was almost bittersweet. The happy memories of you three as children flashing behind your eyes. Now replaced with a fame hungry number one hero. Where had all the time gone?

“What’s got you so perplexed?” Katsuki asked, filtering your way through the crowd, making your way to the cars that would deliver you all to the reception.

“Just-“ You sigh, allowing the cover of other heroes to hide you from the all seeing eyes of the paparazzi. “I miss him, y’know? Miss how we used to be.”

“Tch.” Bakugou didn’t care about the scowl present on his face, your words ate him up like some sort of bacteria. “Thought you said that he was the most selfish guy you’d ever dated?”

“He was but like-” You watched Izuku’s back as he held his new partner’s hand. Waving to the cameras and not watching her, as lovely as she looked in her wedding gown. “As weird as it sounds, I sometimes miss high school.”

Bakugou’s eyes scanned your face, following your eyesight to Midoriya. Fucking extra. The thoughts swam around his head, polluting his mind. He knew Izuku’s break up with you had been a massive toll on your mental health and your ego. He made you think that you weren’t good enough for him, and Bakugou never got over that fact. How could he pass up on you for anything else?

Breaking apart from the conglomerative of wedding-goers, Bakugou lead you to one of the specially hired cars to take the guests to the reception. Despite Bakugou’s abrasive and rough nature, you couldn’t help but notice how delicately he held your hand. Not tugging you along or haphazardly grabbing you by your wrist, making you follow him. No, his fingers interlaced with yours and you felt the coarseness of his palms due to the explosive nature of his quirk.

“Katsu?”

“Hm?”

“You can let go of my hand now, we’re in the car.”

“Yeah- whatever.”

Catching up in the car, you both realise how little time you have to actually spend with each other. Though you and Bakugou communicate 1000 times more than you do with Midoriya, heroing keeps you both busy. No times like these to goof off and be with each other. You missed it, you missed your hot-headed idiot friend.

“Hope there’s less fuckin’ paparazzi here. Think I’m gonna go blind with those extras pointing them in my face.” Bakugou rolled down the tinted window a smidge to watch as the car drove into an old looking manor hall where guests had already begun to arrive.

Flowers decorated the ground and just as you two got your hopes up, you saw a line of paparazzi at each side of the staircase leading to the double-doored entrance.

“Well, it was worth a try.” You remark to him, patting his back as you chuckled to him.

Bakugou was the first to exit, standing beside the door so he could reach for your hand to help you out while you fixed your dress. Just as the two of you began to reach for each other's arms to walk into the reception together; there was a brusque tug to your dress. Upon further inspection, a member of the shutterbugs had stood on a long section of your dress. Allowing himself to get pictures of it stretched out and flowy.

“Hey!” Bakugou didn’t waste time on pushing him off the tail end of the dress. “Try anything funny like that again with my girl and say goodbye to that shitty camera of yours!”

The man nodded, slowly letting his camera hang loose on his neck. The rest of the cameramen easily caught the scene but you both couldn’t care less. What’s a wedding without a little drama?

“Thanks Katsuki.” You note with a soft smile.

Bakugou’s hand tenderly makes its way around the small of your back until his arm is holding you close to him as you walk inside. His hand sitting in a caring way at your hip to assure that nothing could come between you both. You could not wait for the media to plaster this fake-ness on every outlet that they could! However, you liked the thought of relishing in the attention right now.

Once the dining festivities had come and gone. It was time for their first dance. Watching as he held her under the blue lighting had your heart hurting slightly. The thought that that could’ve been you. But Bakugou was right. He’s probably marrying some quirkless nobody not only to make himself look better, but being with another hero is messy. You both had media eyes on you; but… you couldn’t help but wonder how different your life would be like if Midoriya was how he used to be.

You didn’t even notice Bakugou’s eyes on you the whole time. Not wanting to waste a second of his eyesight on the show Izuku was putting on. You were a sight of your own. How could you not see that you deserved someone better? Someone like him. You always spoke about how everyone was under a facade when supporting Deku, but you never correlated that to yourself.

After a short while, others began to join in on the large dance floor. Perfectly spacious for all the famous faces and their egos. Bakugou’s hand traced down your arm until his hand clasped with yours, gently leading you to the floor yourselves.

“What’re you doing?”

“Come on, who’s to say we can’t have some fun too huh?”

Smiling at him, you followed his lead. His hand occupying your waist before pulling you in closer to his chest. Flowing with the music, you couldn’t help the cheesy smile on your face; nor the one that spread to Bakugou’s.

“Why’s no one ever tied down Mr. Ground Zero then?” Your question takes Bakugou by surprise, showing a small blip in your combined graceful swaying to the music.

“No ones good enough.” Such a Bakugou answer.

“You’re sounding like Izuku, but he probably got that from the old you.” You jested, earning an eye roll from Bakugou. “I’m being serious! Come on you can tell me.”

It takes him a moment to figure out an answer, so much so that he doesn’t focus on dancing anymore. He just stands there holding you before locking eyes again.

“Just haven’t found the right person to deal with my bullshit I guess.”

There’s a beat of silence and your eyes search his face for answers. You didn’t even realise how close you were to him. His breath fanning your face, the smell of oak and fire and burning sweetness engulfed your senses. You also didn’t realise how the two of you sank closer and closer into one another.

“Hey Kacchan, mind if I steal her from you?”

Izuku’s voice almost sends you two flying away from each other like same sides of a magnet.

“Ask her yourself she’s not mine.” You turn from Bakugou to give a friendly smile to Midoriya, allowing your hand to rest in his. “I’ll be at the bar. Free drinks and all.”

His answers are short, curt. Yet before you can ask him if he’s alright Deku spins you and begins to dance with you in his arms at the tempo of the new music track that’s playing.

“Long time no see Y/N!” His manner has always been so chipper, despite the facade of it all. Though Bakugou and you went there to purposefully to cause discourse; you don’t think you have it in you to be mean to Izuku’s face.

“Yeah, look at you! Married man now, must be scary.” You chuckle, almost nervously. It was like speaking to a stranger.

“Well I guess I’ll find out! But come on that’s been the subject of the whole day! I wanna know about you and Kacchan.” You felt like Bakugou right now, the old nickname boiling your blood as it did his. There was no doubt Izuku took influence from Bakugou and his fiery personality; but he took it in all the wrong ways. Using confidence to become cold, uncaring.

“Oh- haha, Katsuki and I aren’t-“

“Y/N. Don’t lie to me! I can see the way he’s burning holes in my tux from over here.”

Turning you to the music so you could face where Katsuki was standing, you peaked behind Midoriya’s arm to see Bakugou with an all too familiar scowl on his face. Chasing down a beverage in a crystalline glass in one easy gulp.

“If you ask me Midoriya he’s always looked at you that way.” You laugh your statement off but you meant it with malice.

“Midoriya? Feeling formal today are we Y/N?” He had completely lost touch of who he used to be. “I used to look at you like that when I saw you with other guys, I know what that look is.”

His comment stops you dead in your tracks, not allowing for him to swing you to and fro to the music.

“Actually Midoriya I don’t even remember you looking me with jealous intent other than when I was higher than you on the hero charts.” Shaking yourself free from his towering position on you, you stormed off to the patio doors, letting yourself be eaten by the oncoming darkness of night.

Crying at your ex’s wedding. Not something you’d think you’d ever do in your lifetime but here you were. Thankfully you couldn’t see any reporters or such outside so for now, it was just you and your tears. Maybe you were too harsh on him? You used to be friends right? What happened to that kid who wanted to be a hero who you looked up to? What happened to the boyfriend you had who kissed you goodnight and ignored you when your face was on the TV more than him or snapped at you when he was announced lower than you and broke up with you because ‘heroes dating are messy!’ No. Bakugou was right. He was a self-righteous bastard now.

“Y/N?”

You half expected Midoriya to come out after you but he was probably entertaining other guests. Luckily, as you turned you saw Bakugou standing outside with you, signature hands in his pockets with a dumb, sympathetic smirk on his face.

“Hey.”

“I promise I didn’t punch that asshole at his own wedding but I can tell you he got a fuckin’ earful from me. Hope the paps got a good pic.” His tone was joking but it hadn’t cracked a smile from you yet.

“S’alright. Wouldn’t give two shits if you did.” You sniffled, collecting mascara tears on your fingers and wiping them on the decorative concrete bannisters of the balcony. “Shouldn’t’ve fucking come. This was stupid I have too much baggage for this shit.”

You turned away from him, allowing yourself to lean out on the barrier, looking into the distance on the warm night. You could hear Bakugou give a small sigh before his arms snuck around your waist, pulling your back into his chest before placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

“That fuckin’ idiot didn’t know what he lost and it’s my fault for influencin’ him.” The pain in his voice was evident. Did Bakugou blame himself for the hurt Midoriya caused you?

“Katsu-“

“No. That extra is so blinded by the shit everyone has to say that he’s forgotten what real life is. Doesn’t care about his stupid fans or his friends or the best most understanding girl in the whole fucking world. A girl I know does the best for everyone no matter what her own situation is.” You turn around to face him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “Y/N. No matter how much I’ve always wanted to fuckin’ win I’ve just wanted the best for you. And when that bastard did what he did to you- I- fuck. You look at him, like you’re waiting for him to just notice you; but every time I see you it’s like I’m seeing you set the stars in the sky every fuckin night. You just- you’re fuckin’ everything to me Y/N.”

It was completely silent on the balcony besides the low thump of the music from indoors, but it was deafening. But it all faded when his lips attached to yours. It was so clear. All that pining over Midoriya when he was just copying the one who actually saw you for who you were. He even copied Bakugou’s crush on you, most likely to make him jealous. But your mind had no time to think of that when all you could feel was Bakugou.

It was like you had never been kissed before, never felt the love and sensuality behind it. Soft and moist but breathy and warm. For once Bakugou didn’t wish to win a battle, he wanted unity and to be together with you. His hands danced over the delicate curves of you in your dress; taking in every inch of your perfect body. The gasp that fell from your mouth was perfect entrance for Bakugou’s tongue to mingle with yours. The sparks hot and electric between you both was like liquid lightning.

Just as your hands found home in his hair, you heard the all too familiar sound of today of a photo being taken. Bakugou is the first to break the kiss to find the intruder of your special moment. Your lips already feel blushed and bruised but your heart was nearly pounding out your chest.

“Fuckin’ print that in your gossip magazine you extra!” Bakugou couldn’t help but heartily laugh at the man as he shook with worry after catching the intimate moment. He wanted to show you off. He wasn’t ashamed that his lips had captured you to be his.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” He whispers into your ear and you eagerly nod, grasping his one hand with your two as the both of you manouvered your way through the wedding guests until you finally found a small closet down a hallway where no one from the party had entered.

Slamming the door shut behind you, your eyes drank in Bakugou’s frame. How had you missed that small boy you once knew had now become this beefy, beautiful man? Who was looking at you with the same awe and intent? Bakugou cornered you against the door of the supply closet, latching his lips together with yours once again as if he was scared he’d never be able to taste you again.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” Katsuki’s lips mashed with yours as his hands slid up your dress, the coarseness of his fingers against your soft skin sending shivers down your spine.

All those years of being a hero really showed on Bakugou, he lifted you with ease as your fingers traced scars on the back of his neck; holding on for support. His hips pin you against the door and you feel his cock hardening between the fabric of your underwear and his suit pants, you can’t help the whimper escaping your lips at the friction of him.

Bakugou’s hands slip under the straps of your dress, letting them fall delicately to your sides as his lips ensnare yours. His grunts and your whimpers enough to make any passerby know what was going on in the confined space of the closet. His fingers glide beneath the dress which allowed it to fall further as Bakugou felt the weight of your breasts in his palms.

“God you’re fucking everything princess.” His fingers slide beneath the lacy fabric to thumb your nipples, perking and tugging it with his forefinger.

Breaking the kiss, his head lowers to encapsulate the bud in his mouth. Gently suckling it before rolling it feverishly between his teeth. Your hands snaking through his hair only spurring the assault on your supple flesh. Biting your lip to stop the obvious moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You swore you could see stars as his tongue flicked against the pointed nub- sending your nerves wild.

“Bet that fucking extra never treated you like this baby.” He matched your height, his gaze never leaving your own as he took both of your tits out of your bra; kneading the flesh and buds of your nipples as he spoke. “Just wanted to get himself off, I know how to fuckin’ treat you right.”

“Then do it… Kacchan.” You spoke with such gusto in your breathy state, knowing that the old nickname would make him see red. And god did it send him feral.

His body pressed you further into the door, even if it felt like he couldn’t. The aching feel of his cock rubbing against your clothed core made you mewl in want of him. His fingers slid beneath the hem of your dress and made little pricking motions into your inner thighs until he traced a slit over your panties.

“Shit you’re fucking wet.” The pads of his fingers kneading against where you wanted him most, a chuckle falling his lips as your hips did their best to try and get any sort of relief.

“Katsuki please- please fuck oh my god-“ Your neck craned back as you felt your body take control. The low growl in Bakugou’s throat at the sight of you barely touched and already begging for him.

Tracing his fingers along your décolletage he stopped when he met your parted lips before roughly shoving his fingers in your mouth, pressing down the body of your tongue.

“Please please please-“ Katsuki mocked. “Please what princess? Better use your fuckin’ words or else.”

An insufferable smirk played upon his lips as he felt your cunt clench around nothing at his dirty words. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he wiped the remnants of your spit across your tits; awaiting for your response.

“Fuck me Katsuki- please you’re all I want. God you’re all I need.” Although said in your aroused state. You meant it- and he knew that.

Not wasting any more of the precious time you two had before you were inevitably found out considering your blatant disregard for being quiet; Bakugou used his hand to tug off his belt. Nearly setting his suit pants on fire as his quirk crackled in anticipation for you.

Your body clung to Bakugou’s for support, his whole body easily keeping your pinned high between himself and the door. Once his lower half was sufficiently stripped, it was easy enough for him to rip the sides of your underwear off.

“Katsu-“

“Shut up.”

Not wanting to disagree; you did. Hips bucking against nothing as the cool air prickled at your hot cunt. Bakugou held his manhood in his hand, rubbing the head of it in your slick and providing stimulation to your clit. Your thighs tightening around his waist like a vice grip at the well needed attention.

“You’re fuckin’ soaking baby. So needy.” Bakugou mumbled against your neck, allowing himself and you to get off momentarily at the friction. You could only nod to his words which were making you more and more wet for him. He was such a tease.

“Come on princess. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me.” His voice growled as he repeated himself, leaving marks upon your nape that would surely bruise because of his harsh bites and sucklings.

“Katsuki I need you- only you. Only you.” Your repetition is barely a whisper but he heard it, and despite his rough nature Bakugou confines your lips in a kiss as he sheaths himself inside of you.

Taking a few slow thrusts to allow yourself to adapt to his size, it’s only a moment before Bakugou completely bottoms out inside of you. He watches your face shiver in pleasure which he mirrors. He clasps your hips so firmly his knuckles turn white; it didn’t even hurt as all you could focus on was him inside you. Your hands find their way to his biceps, gripping on for some tension relief and you could still feel his muscles flex even beneath his suede blazer and the shirt.

“What a good fuckin’ girl, taking my cock like this.” Bakugou’s voice is a low growl as he thrusts into you, the sounds of your clothes brushing against one another and the slaps of your skin interacting was like a sinful symphony.

The smell of caramel danced in your brain as Bakugou worked up a sweat absolutely pummeling himself into your sex. You grasped onto him as if your life depended on it, moaning into his neck as his cock slid in and out of you. You didn’t even know how much time was passing as he rutted himself into you relentlessly- yet as you both came to your highs, you could both barely move from the thrill of it all.

Steadying your breaths back to a regular pace; Bakugou slid you down from where he had pinned you against the door and let you fix yourself as he then did himself. You sorted your dress and pulled any tugs from your hair when he had pulled it before slapping Bakugou’s arm.

“You dick! You ripped my underwear!”

“Hot.” He chuckled, fixing his belt loops and stuffing the ripped panties into his pocket.

“Not funny! I’m not parading about with no underwear on!”

“We’re getting the fuck out of this extras stupid wedding. You can wear my clothes at my place.” Suitably sorted and not looking like you had just had the brains fucked out of you in a closet (despite the reddening bites and bruises that were now appearing on your neck), Bakugou held you close. Yet instead of taking the corridor to the exit, he was leading you back to the main dance hall.

“Where’re we going?” You hashly whispered to Bakugou, your thighs still wet from your slick and the cool air against your unclothed pussy making you heat up from embarrassment.

“Gots to do one thing before we go.” There’s a shit eating grin on his face, you couldn't help but wonder what on earth he was planning now.

Midoriya stood talking to other heroes all dressed in their formal attire and Bakugou (with no consideration of their conversation) roughly tapped his shoulder to get his immediate attention. His arm around your waist was so tight but being see with Bakugou like this made you feel almost proud.

“We’re just heading off.” Bakugou had replaced his smile for his usual scowl, something he had always looked at Izuku with.

“Going so soon? It’ll be a shame you guys!” Izuku’s voice was plastered in falsehood. He probably regretted trying to gloat over you two. Bakugou held out his hand for Midoriya to shake it, your brows furrowed on what was obviously a stepping stone to Bakugou’s plan.

“I know I might not be better at you right now in the hero charts.”

Uh oh.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to recognise that Kaccha-“

“But I am better at you at something for sure.”

Bakugou used Midoriya’s hand in his to pull him closer, readying himself to whisper in his ear.

“Cause I just fucked the shit out of your ex-girlfriend and I know you never made her come as hard as I did.”

Your face burned with the heat of a million suns, but the glower on Izuku’s face was priceless. And you couldn’t help but see the flash of a camera capture the moment as Bakugou’s hand fell from his and slipped once again around your waist.