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find-roronoa-zoro · 7 months ago

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Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

You stormed down the porch steps, keys jingling wildly with your rigid movements. As you remotely unlocked the car doors your body was snatched up. In your fit of rage, you didn't hear the screen door slam or your boyfriend calling after you.

"Please let me go." you grit your teeth.

"Not until you cool off." his warm breath visibly puffed passed your cheek as he restrained you from behind.

"Zoro," you wriggled trying to break his hold.

Your arms were pinned at your sides, his grip forced you to drop your keys.

"Who's the tiger?" he asked flaunting his amusement with your aggressive behavior.

"Please? You aren't helping." you went limp and let your dead weight rest against him.

"What will you accomplish in going after Shanks?" He asked calmly.

"I dunno," you groaned, "make him kick Ace out of his stupid fight club? Kill him so there would be no more club?"

"Do you think he'd listen to you if Ace is raking in money for him?"

"No. That's why death is a better option."

He chuckled, "When did this bunny get so vicious?"

"Awe C'mon." you sighed bringing your hands up to grip his forearms.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"You can't say cute things. I'm trying to be mad."

He kissed your neck sending a shiver down your back.

"Let's go for some breakfast, the neighbors are going to start rumors." he placed you back on your feet and bent down for your keys.

"Fine, but I still want to kill that stupid redhead." you pouted.

"Some other time." he opened the passenger door for you.

Ten minutes later you were sliding into your favorite booth at the diner the two of you had visited after your drunken escapade.

"I'm not taking sides," the greenette repeated with his hands raised, "I'm just saying Ace is an adult. There is a better way to go about this."

You had calmed down and now felt a little embarrassed by your outburst at home. It was unlike you to overreact like this, but this situation was a bit on the extreme for you. The entire family was under a lot of stress and you just wanted everyone to be safe and feel loved. Was it too much to ask to keep your younger brother's beautiful face intact?

You sighed.

"I'll talk to Ace then."

"But F/N, you can't stop him." he looked at you sternly, "If this actually helps him you should be supportive."

"Ugh. Yes, yes ok." you covered your face and groaned again, "I can't believe I slapped Marco."

"I don't think he could either." Zoro chuckled cutting through his waffle with a fork, "He was pretty pissed."

"Well, it's not like he didn't hurt me." you pouted rubbing your wrist where Marco's grip had left a faint red mark.

Zoro reached across the table with his palm up gesturing for your hand which you obliged. He rubbed his thumb gently over it before planting a chaste kiss.

"He's lucky he's your brother."

You flushed, though you already knew after the fight with Eustass he meant that.

Me: You are so lucky to be alive rn

Red: well lovely to speak to you F/N

Red: to what do I owe the pleasure?

Me: don't get cheeky with me!

Red: cats out of the bag then?

Me: Yes you ass! You could have told me my brother was over there raking in the cash for you for the last week.

Red: I'm not obligated to be a part of the Newgate sibling drama anymore

Red: besides you would only come down here and hit me

Red: wait

Red: where are you?

Me: you're an idiot. You're also very lucky I have someone holding me back

Red: ah the green haired kid, I didn't know you were into cradle robbing

Red: what do you want me to do? Tell Ace he's banned?

Me: he isn't a kid and shut up, like any of those girls you seduce are even close to your age.

Me: and no. Just... Keep an eye on him?

Red: of course.

You smirked triumphantly at your phone as Shanks apparently gave up the argument.

Zoro had dropped you off so he could go to work, but you hadn't gathered the guts to go inside and face your older brother. Sure, the two of you fought often when you were young and sometimes it did get physical, but in your adult life you hadn't hit each other. You were worried over how angry he would be while he worried over having made you angry enough to slap him.

He knew he shouldn't have been so dismissive with you, you were only concerned for Ace's wellbeing and his careless attitude spurred your aggravation. The blond rubbed his afflicted cheek as he sat in the den. Not only did it physically hurt but it also hurt his feelings. You were his precious sister and though you'd had many childish fights he could see how much pain and anger was behind your glare as you slapped him.

Marco sighed.

"He's moping in the den." Sabo's low voice resonated from the door.

"Aren't you cold?" Al questioned from his left.

"Yeah," you sighed rubbing your hands together, "I just don't know how to face him."

"I'll put some tea on." Al disappeared inside.

"He's been like this since you left." the younger blond moved to your side, "You two have always been this way. Just talk to him, he's afraid he went too far."

"I definitely went too far." You groaned standing up.

Sabo placed both hands on your shoulders and helped guide you through the doorway. Immediately your freezing fingers and toes began to tingle and thaw.

"You'll be fine." he murmured.

"Thanks bumblebee ~" you sang teasingly earning a thump to the back of the head.

Taking a long deep breath, you stepped into the den to find Marco perched on the love seat staring at the window. He didn't move as you sat down next to him and glomped against his shoulder. He let a breath pass through his lips before tugging the rubber band from your hair and tossing it on the floor.

"Hey!" you protested sitting forward and lightly shoving him, "After I gather all my pride to apologize."

"Such a troublesome brat." he muttered while you pulled your hair back into a messy ponytail, "Don't. It's my fault, yoi."

"But I overreacted." you pouted turning back to your brother.

"With good intentions though." he hugged you, "Let's just let it go, ok?"

"You're too soft on me, Pineapple." you sat back and rubbed his cheek.

"I'll get you back, don't worry." he winked.

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Zoro: want me to come over?

Me: well, I'll try not to beat anyone up this time

Me: maybe give it an hour?

Zoro: just remember to support him

Zoro: I'll see you soon. You got this.

For the millionth time that day you swallowed your heart and knocked on the wooden door in front of you.

"Ace?"

#the one #one piece #marco the phoenix #x reader #shanks #roronoa zoro #whitebeard pirates #zoro roronoa x reader #lyndsyh24 #slow burn

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ladylooch · 2 years ago

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Skating Coach with Adrian Kempe

A/N: Kempe fan club, unite!!! I am so happy there are so many of us. I love writing for players that don’t get a ton of love in the hockey writing community ( along with Nico who we are all disgustingly obsessed with, its fine). As someone who has loved more obscure players over the years, I know the joy it brings 😘 This idea came form this request.

Next up on that list of players is: Trevor Moore !!!!

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Swearing, hinting at smut

It’s L.A. family skate day at the end of another early, ending season. My boyfriend, Adrian, and I have been taking things at a slower pace, but he wanted to introduce me to the team before everyone scattered around the world for the off-season.

“Ow.” I mutter as I try to tighten the laces on the new Bauer skates Adrian handed to me. They slide against the skin of my pinkies and it hurts. Adrian is quickly pulling his laces together, glancing over at me as he does.

“Need help?” He asks. I do, but I can’t actually admit that. Because on our first date, which was now 4 months ago, I lied and told him that I knew how to skate. In fact, I’ve been skating since I could walk. News to me and him. I think someone who does that would know how to tighten their own laces. I had to discreetly look at Adrian for insight into how to even get started.

“Ah. Maybe.” I say, trying to think on the fly. “I’m… used to different laces.” He pauses, looking down at mine. “You know the hot pink ones.” I gesture to where Navy Arvidsson is with Viktor at the end of the bench.

“Oh so like waxed ones?” He asks. That sounds legit.

“Yep.”

“Okay, give me a second.” He quickly works on tightening the rest of his and then pulls my left foot up into his knees to work on mine. I grimace at how tight the boot gets on my feet. Hockey skates are not comfortable.

“That feel good?”

“Yeah!” I lie. It feels awful and too tight. When I stand, my ankles curl inward a bit. It’s all a little unnatural with sharp knives attached to boots.

He begins to walk in front of me, pushing along the rubber mats to the entrance of the bench. My stomach flip flops as he gets ready to step onto the ice without his hand in mine. I am going to fall immediately if I don’t have support. So, it’s time to go to confession.

“Um.” I pause, tugging on his hand as he goes to step onto the ice quickly from the bench. “I have a confession.” He turns towards me, looking into my blue eyes. I laugh sheepishly. “I can’t actually skate.”

He raises his eyebrows, scanning along my body, when he gets to my ankles.

“I know.” He chuckles.

“What?”

“It’s obvious.” He points to my ankles. I look down, seeing how much they are caving in and how awkward I’m standing on the mats. I can’t imagine that will transfer well to a slippery surface.

“Were you going to just let me get on the ice and fall?”

“No, I was hoping you would fess up before then.”

“I’m sorry I lied.. I just wanted to seem interesting.” I cringe, looking down. His sweet laughter wraps around my embarrassed cheeks, making them flame for a different reason.

“You don’t have to lie to do that. Come on. Let’s teach you a thing or two, eh?” His hands connect with mine and he leads me onto the ice. I’m so unstable on the blades, gripping his fingers like I’d float off if he weren’t holding me. He pauses there. “Just get comfortable for a second. Bend your knees.” I squat down and he laughs. “Probably not that much.” I adjust to somewhere in the middle. “Just like that.” My eyes meet his and we both laugh at the memory of last night.

“Not helping.” I respond with a huge grin.

“You work hard on the ice now and I’ll work hard off later.”

“You’ll probably have to. My legs already hurt! I see why you have such strong thighs.” Adrian pulls me against his body to laugh into my hair. “Talented too.”

“Stop it.”

“No.” I giggle, kissing along his jaw.

“I’m going to let go then.” He threatens, skating backwards away from me.

“No! No! I’ll be good!” I shout, reaching out for him, swaying slightly forward. He catches me.

“Gotta keep you knees bent, babe. You’re standing too straight and all your momentum is going to tip you forward.”

“Don’t let go.” I whine. “I’ll be good.” I adjust my position back into a lower position. He’s right. I settle better on my blades and begin to shuffle my feet. I can see him purse his lips, trying not to laugh. I deserve it, but huff at him just to keep him in line.

“Born on skates.” He snickers, skating backwards with his hands on me. “Did you think you’d never see me again after our first date?

“No. I thought the opposite. I blame the tequila. It makes me into a different person.”

“Me too. Usually don’t let girls come back to my condo on date one.” My eyes meet his, knowing he’s talking about me and us and all the things we did both above and below our clothes that night.

“No regrets.”

“Absolutely not. Push out a bit more to the side. That will help you move forward easier.” I look at him, confused. “Watch.” He leads me to the boards, letting me grip the top for balance. “Right now you’re doing this.” He demonstrates a straight forward shuffle. “Try this.” He pushes out to the side at a an angle. I hold the boards, trying with my left foot. I push forward much faster.

“Oh.” I exclaim, trying it again. “Look!” I shout, moving forward faster and therefore, farther away form him. A few of the Kings players have kids who play hockey. They dash in front of me and I squeak. “Adrian!” There is his laughter at me again as I clutch the boards dramatically after hitting into them to not crash into the kids. “Hockey is hard.” I huff.

“Honey, this is only skating. Not hockey.”

“You’re really impressive.” I tell him honestly as he wraps his arms around my waist. He smashes his lips against mine, pinning me between the boards and his body.

Everyone continues skating around us. The sounds of skates cutting the ice, kids laughing, and adults talking slowly disappear. The only thing I can focus on is Adrian’s tongue against mine. My fingers play with the ends of his hair curling around his black beanie.

“Gross.” Rasmus Kupari calls, slapping his hockey stick on the boards next to us. We break apart in surprise. I slip, but Adrian tightens his hands to keep me up.

“Fuck you, Kup.” Adrian snaps as the young forward skates away, snickering. “He’s just jealous cause his girlfriend is home in Finland.”

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to go there… see the northern lights.” I say, moving my hands from gripping his forearms to his fingers instead.

“They’re better in Sweden.” He says, bringing my hand up to his lips to brush along my knuckles.

“Maybe I’ll get to see them there soon.”

“How about you come visit me this summer? I’ll take you up North.” He questions raising his eyebrows.

“I’d really like that.” I admit. I’ve been hoping he would ask.

“You might be a better skater there. Something in the water.” He jokes.

Taking in his beautiful blue eyes, glorious locks, and sweet lips, I have to agree.

#Adrian Kempe #Adrian Kempe Fic #LA Kings #hockey writing #my writing #writing request #Adrian Kempe blurb

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jcbbby · 2 years ago

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happy valentine's day my loves! here's just a little blurb for you all to imagine Jamie's Christopher Marlowe being HAPPY for once!! <3

Knock knock. You heard on the door of your room, turning your head toward the noise. Gently placing the dress you were patching up down on to your desk, you scooted the chair back, standing to walk towards the door. You took a deep breath before opening the door, expecting it to be the keeper of the inn you were staying at. Rent for was due, but you had admittedly been struggling selling your garments and jewelry in the town center this week.

"Lucy, I know I'm a bit late on the- oh." You were startled to see a different figure in your doorway. "Hello, Kit." You smiled.

Kit was one of the first new friends you had made when arriving to London. A mutual friend had introduced the two of you, after inviting you to see one of the first performances of Tamburlaine the Great. It had greatly moved you, and Marlowe greatly appreciated your feedback from those early performances. He invited you out for a drink with him, and you hit it off rather quickly.

His mind was beautiful to you, so profound and poetic. You really enjoyed helping him flesh out his ideas as he wrote, providing yourself as a scene partner or just a second pair of eyes. He had some demons he seemed to be fighting, which made you sad to think about, but nothing seemed to quite light a room up like him. Unbeknownst to you, he would say the same about you. He had never felt comfort like he did when around you.

"Hello there." He smiled back, gesturing forward. "May I?"

You stepped to the side, holding the door open. "Oh, yes of course."

Kit ducked in to your small, humble room. Just a single bed, a desk, and a small fireplace. He looked around, brows furrowing at the sad state of your living arrangement. Closing the door behind you, you step toward him, smoothing your skirt out.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" You asked, wringing your hands.

He turned back to you, hesitating for a moment. "I've...I've actually come to ask you something."

"Oh. Is there something I can help with? Are you writing?" You asked, leaning against your desk.

He shuffled on his feet, staring down at them briefly before bringing his head back up. "No, no...I was wondering if you...might do me the honor of accompanying me to the queen's ball tomorrow evening? I've been invited, you see."

Your eyebrows arched upward, your head tilting back slightly. "The queen's ball? Me? Are you sure?"

Kit nodded, smiling with softened eyes. "I'd very much like that, yes. You're the only person I'd want to have by my side."

You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter as a smile spread across your face as well. "Oh, Kit...I don't know what to say."

"I was hoping you would say yes?" He stepped closer to you.

You giggled, quickly glancing away and glancing back, cheeks flushed. "Yes! Yes, of course. I would love to accompany you."

He smiled wide, teeth gleaming. "Wonderful." He reached for your hand, bringing it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your fingers. "I shall see thee tomorrow then."

He lowered your hand, holding your glance for just a moment, before turning and moving toward the door to see himself out.

"Wait, Kit!" Your mouth seemed to say before your brain could tell it not to.

He spun around. "Hmm?"

You stood with your mouth slightly agape, taken by surprise at your own words. Shortly, your mind had caught up to the involuntary expression that had spilled out, and you slowly approached him. Reaching up with one hand, you gently placed it on his cheek, staring into his eyes, before dropping your gaze to his mouth.

In what seemed like an instant, his lips were softly pressed into yours. Your hand fell to be pressed flush against his chest, while both his hands raised to either cheek. After your lips parted from one another, your fingers reached up to lightly graze your flesh where the two of you had just connected, in awe that you had even been that brazen. He stood there, equally as taken aback, a faint grin painted across his face.

"I uh...just wanted to thank you for inviting me." You looked up at him, batting your lashes.

He chuckled, snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you in towards him to meet your lips again. He leaned back, resting his hands on your hips. "Thank you for saying yes." He smiled.

"Kit?" You paused, allowing him to tilt his head awaiting your next words. "I...I love you."

He smiled, a small burst of air escaping from his nose, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours. "And I love you, darling. I think I always have."

#kit marlowe x reader #kit marlowe #christopher marlowe x reader #christopher marlowe #will tnt #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower fanfiction

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darbuckle21 · 2 years ago

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Menace to society

Tw: mention of death and murder

It all started September 28th 1995 when Maureen Prescott was found murdered in her home. I’ll never forget the look on Sydney’s face when her dad came to pick her up and deliver the news. I was an office volunteer organizing files during 5th period. I remember his tear stained face puffy and red as he asked to pick up his daughter. She took off a month of school that year though no one could blame her. We became close over the upcoming months after her mothers death becoming close friends. That’s when I met Tatum we were like three peas in a pod. That summer I met Randy at the video store I had seen him around school he was kinda dorky and nerdy but he was nice. When school came around I began to hangout with Sydney and her friends. Tatum had been talking about Stu non-stop over the summer and how cute he was though I always rolled my eyes until I met him at school and I started to like him as well, maybe it was his eyes or his dimples, or even his awful jokes that walked a fine line between sweat and rude. I tried not to let this develop into a crush but could you blame me? Then Tatum ran up to my locker informing me her and Stu are official, my heart sank a little. It didn’t matter though I was happy for her but I couldn’t help the way my heart fluttered at his smile. “Come on! It will be fun!” Tatum begged me to come to the party. “Okay, okay fine! I’ll go but you owe me” I huff putting away my folder waiting for the dismissal bell to ring. She drags me out of class as soon as the bell rings. “It’s different Tatum I know it’s him” Sydney says I shrug agreeing with her. Then Stu runs up “kizu in kizu is in the kizhouse, I don’t know what you did Sydney but I’m happy, on behalf of the student body we say thank you” he smiles handing each of up a daisy he picked from the grass. “Hello Stuart” I greet rolling my eyes as he smiles at the silly nickname. I block them all out as Stu picks Tatum up showing her over his shoulder and being over all clingy. I’m not jealous I’m just a little mad he is having a party after our friend was attacked. “I don’t know if the party’s a good idea guys, Syd?” I ask turning towards her she just shrugs as Stu messes around with Tatum. “I’m like so totally buff I got you girl” he deepens his voice jokingly. “Okay whatever” she says as Tatum ignores Stu’s kissing her neck. “Yeah? Niceeee” he smiles wide turning to leave us to walk home. I look back watching him do an air guitar gesture.

“your lucky I was able to sneak out tonight, Stuart” I tease greeting Stu at the his door. “Your the lucky one tonight” he winks raising his brows at me. “Where’s Sydney and Tatum?” I ask changing the topic. “Inside with the Tv chick and Tatum’s idiot brother” he answers rolling his eyes. He grabs my hand tugging me inside plopping me down on the couch. “Hey, I thought you had work tonight?” I smile at Randy. “I got off early” he replies before getting excited about the horror movie playing from the tv. I lean my head back looking for Sydney and Stu. “What is Billy doing here?!” I huff marching over to drag Sydney away from this place. We didn’t even want to come Tatum wanted us to. “What’s leatherface doing here?!” I huff watching them walk upstairs. Stu puts his arm around me “they’re making up!” He smiles punching Randy who mumbling about his chance with Syd. We all go back to the movie letting them have a moment to talk. “The bloods to red” Randy complains. “You know if I didn’t know any better I’d say your the killer Randy” I smile smacking him gently as Stu watches grinning with an odd look in his eyes. “Where’s her tits?” Stu groans. “They don’t come out till the chase seen, when she outruns the killer, only virgins can do that stuff, don’t you know the rules?!” He huffs pausing the movie standing to make his point. “There are curtain rules to survive a horror movie, for instance you can never have sex!” Everyone groans booing him as Stu leans in whispering “I’d be dead, you?” I turn eyeing him before he makes a surprised face before shaking his head no leaning in to kiss my neck. “Number two never get drunk or do drugs, it’s the sin, it’s the extension of them, and number three never ever ever say you’ll be right back cause you won’t be right back” he continues but I’m distracted by Stu kissing up my neck. “I’m gonna get another bear you want one?” He asks Randy who nods. “I’ll be right back!” He smiles as he backs away closing the door behind him. “See, you push the laws and you end up dead, okay I’ll see you in the kitchen with a knife”

I was never prepared for how right he was. That night after everyone left leaving Me, Stu , Randy , and Sydney. I didn’t know Tatum was dead in the garage hanging from the pet door while I was in the bathroom regretting ever coming to this party and fighting my dizzy head. Stu comes in gently closing the door behind him “are you okay?” He asks gently setting next to me. I shake my head as his hands come to rest on my cheeks. “Im sorry darling” he replies kissing my forehead. My vision fade to black.

When I regain consciousness and I’m in Stu’s room. I hear yelling and crashing downstairs. Confused I slowly make my way down to see Billy shoot Randy while Sydney rushes to his Side Stu walks in. I try to call out but It comes out strained and slurred. “Stu runs” I mumble leaning on the wall for support. Sydney runs into Stu begging him to help her as he sits there and does nothing before pulling a voice changer out of his pocket. “Surprise Sydney” he smiles as they back into the kitchen. I strain to see them without falling down the stairs. “What’s the matter Sydney you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Billy smiles walking into the kitchen out of my view. Loosing my strength I slowly slide down the wall. What’s happening? I question. It all fades again and all I can think of is why.

I open my eyes again this time Dewey is helping me down the stairs. My vision is blurry but I’ll always recognize him anywhere even if he has his tv caved in by a tv. “Stu?!” I cry out whispering as Dewey tries to pull me away but I use my remaining strength to collapse next to him crying into his chest. “Stu? Stu! Please” I beg as Dewey pulls me up helping me outside again that when I see Tatum hanging from the pet door on the garage door. I burry my face in Dewey’s shoulder.

#stu macher #ghostface #x reader

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izzysarchivedblogs · 1 year ago

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"OH FUCK OFF!" It was INVOLUNTARY he swears, but it spills out of his mouth the moment he sees Clint, standing there in that DAMN SUIT. So all he can think to do is just POUT as he stands in the middle of the room, hands in the middle of some WILD gesture to emphasize his point.

"Baby, babe, honey, love of my life, pilot of my heart.. I'M BEGGING you! HAVE MERCY!!" he is dramatically on his KNEES in seconds at Clint's legs, his hands pretending to GRASP dramatically at Clint's pant legs. "Who are you trying to WOO? is it Leonard? Oh Clinton say it isn't SO! I am gonna owe Scotty so much money if that's the case!! Baby!! Who you looking so good for? Because It can't POSSIBLY be little ol me!" He apparently is all DRAMATICS tonight.

This was AWFUL, absolutely the worst possible thing because he's NOT MADE FOR THIS. Putting on clothes like these (could you even count suits as clothes? they felt like something other) were absolutely not the kind thing that Clint did. EVER.

He had been grumbly when he was told, INFORMED, that the Captain wanted to see everyone in their finest looking their sharpest. SOMTHING LIKE THAT. Clint hadn't been paying much attention to what this was even for, and would he have really cared? NO ⸻ NOT AT ALL.

The point was still standing that he would be putting on a suit, and looking his SHARPEST for the sake of. . . . . something. Clint surprised himself to be admitting that was finding it weird to not be visibly in uniform, something that he's gotten use to over the years. WAIT, WOULD HE HAVE PREFERRD IT? There were variations on the Starfleet uniforms intended to be formal, he should have worn one of those but that NO UNIFORMS.

What a selfish prick! Bet he just wanted suits and dresses attire code, so he could stare at a certain someone's boobs.

Clint's already knows he was going to feel AWKWARD as hell in a large social gathering; he's avoid them since going sober. It's not the NIGHTCLUBS he'd ended up at after a good show performed at the circus, meeting Bobbi Bird for dancing, but mostly to get raunchy with each other, where the music was so loud that the cacophony of sound didn't bother him. The vibrations of that sound being felt in his throat. AND DRINKS.

Now he felt like a joke, even if he knows he looks good. CLEANS UP WELL. He's not a people person, but than he's a performer by natural and more of a people person than others when needed. HE FEELS LIKE A FOOL ⸻ UNTIL ⸺

There was PETER in the room, in the middle of their quarters looking at him and he's not even dressed. He had been vaguely aware of when he had came in, but had been futzing with the tie too focused on getting it to not look like he strangled it and himself.

HAVE MERCY ⸻ And hands are tugging at his pant leg, and Peter is looking at him. HIS HEART CAN'T TAKE HIM SOME DAYS. A laugh leaves his lips at the names, at the way that Peter throws himself into the dramatics. CLINT ALWAYS TOLD HIM HE'D FIT RIGHT IN WITH CARNIES.

Always for a flair for dramatics ⸻ Clint's hand goes to Peter's hair, stroking for a moment before he's going to take his partner's hand. ❝ There's a rumor about me and Leonard in engineering? ❞ He asks, total amusement in his eyes and he can't help the teasing. ❝ Think the Doc knows about that? ❞ If he doesn't, than Clint had something new to torment Leonard over. He's pulling Peter up to his feet.

Hands than going to slip down to the engineer's hips, hold him against him. ❝ Lucky news for you, you aren't losing any money ⸻ only room in my life for one brunet to kiss and that's you baby, c'mon you gotta get dressed now too, and maybe help me with my tie? ❞ LIPS PRESS TO PETER'S, and he lingers like that for as long as he can. He knows he just rushed him, but Clint could spend hours just kissing his lips.

#ic; clint barton #rp; crisispider #clint barton; crisispider #crisispider #verse; clint barton; to boldly go (ss; crisispider)#ships; crisispider; familiarity is knowing every line and crack even in the dark (spiderhawk)

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swervesbootycall · 2 years ago

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Literally anything with riptide, man- love me my ocean man

//. Cybertronian Ex-Autobot neutral reader. Hope this is something.//

“I haven’t been held hostage in a while,” Riptide sounds almost impressed, “I didn’t think you would really go through with it.”

“I guess that explains why you practically volunteered,” you mutter.

It was work to move forward keeping Riptide’s gun pressed firmly against the spot marksmecha like yourself referred to as the “point of no return.” There were cranial injuries, even near complete destructions, that the right mechanic could bring a bugger back from, but you had a long, solid habit of never inflicting them. One shot: one less Decepticon. That had been your modus operandi from the moment you’d been forged up until your—

“The deserter!” Some bot or another yelps on finally spotting the two of you enter the ship’s main corridor.

“Your ship’s security is awful,” you grumbled to Riptide, “I assumed the alarm had been sounded back in the brig.”

“Red Alert was re-stationed a while ago, that’s probably why.”

“No idea who that is, but at least the name’s unsubtle enough to guess,” you raise your voice, “yeah it’s the deserter. The assassin. Tell Ultra Magnus to get a pod ready for the nearest waystation or you’re volunteering for next example.”

You jab the gun a little harder against Riptide and he winces, making you wince. You want to apologize, but the ruse is too important. Too much on the line. The bot rushes off to sound the alarm. You stick to the wall.

“I think they would let you go, if you just explained the situation. The war is over. And Ultra Magnus is-“

“Still running the place on military rank and code. Everybody’s still got their badges,” you mutter, “and it’s not like I haven’t racked up a body count on both sides. If you were serious about helping, just. Keep quiet.”

Riptide looks at you, concern in his faceplate, and you look away with a cough.

Very quietly you add, “please?” --- You spend the flight to the waystation pacing while Riptide sits and watches you. "What are you worried about?" "Who says I'm worried?" "You're biting the paint from your hand?"

You exvent and face Riptide. "It's not easy to relax with," you gesture to the Lost Light, which lazily follows your small craft. "You really think they would have shot you down without me?" "I don't know what to think." You check on autopilot again. Check your weapons. Check your comms. You're so busy checking things that your don't notice Riptide until his arms are around you. His chin rests on your shoulder. "I'm glad I got to see you again, if that helps." What it does is bluescreen your processor. "Riptide. I'm not. It's not good that we... reunited."

"Huh." "Huh?" "Just huh." Slowly, you set your gear down and, cautiously, hug him back. "I didn't think you would really go through with the hostaging," Riptide finally says, "because we both know you can't lie for scrap." "...Well. Good thing we were the only ones who did." "Hah, yeah." You don't mean to kiss him. You really don't, but another thing you can't do for scrap is resist your feelings for Riptide. You've never been able to. You didn't mean to find yourself under him for the brief time you were stationed together, and you don't mean to now.

And just like then, he knows this somehow. Riptide doesn't escalate, he lets the two of you slide to the floor and just holds you- careful to avoid your scratched out insignia. "You want to focus on finding your brother," he says half to you, half to himself, and ten percent to no-one. "I'm sorry." "It's okay." "It's not. I owe you so much, Riptide."

"Okay, then just try to stay alive so you can pay me back. Hey, maybe if you find him we can capture both of you! Then you won't have to hostage anyone." "...That's...that's an idea. That exists. Thanks Riptide."

"You can kiss me again if you want."

--- You bolt the instant the pod touches down, transforming for maximum speed. Riptide watches you go ant touches his faceplate. At least you got to say goodbye this time. He wonders if you'll forget him. Maybe that's okay. Maybe it's best to try and forget too... not that he was able to before. He smiles. Nah. He has to remember you. Otherwise, how would he explain all the new paint transfers to Ratchet?

#riptide/reader #riptide mtmte #minors dni #well.#this uh #this got away from me!#anon this is what happens when you rec “literally anything��#some of you may be thinking hey Ish this is weirdly specific #yeah #this is gonna be a case of “I wouldn't do that” I have a feeling #well maybe you need to turn into a gay space plane and maybe it'll hit different #i tried to actually put smut in here and then failed #whoops #anyway

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bcnes-archived · 2 years ago

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He can feel Jim's eager gaze on him, and it strikes him just a bit how clearly excited he is about it, makes him wonder what strings he had to pull to get all this together. It's not the most common thing to find out here - chocolate, as it turns out, is not a galactic constant - and how many planets do they land on that actually have pickable, non-toxic flowers on them? McCoy finds that he's only capable of meeting his eyes for brief moments at a time before letting them dart away, almost-overwhelmed and so abruptly, unbelievably grateful that he doesn't know how to find his tongue for a while. He clears his throat and when the ability to form coherent thoughts ( thoughts that aren't just revolving around the unprofessional urge to kiss his captain again ) returns, so does his penchant for sarcasm.

"So you're going around paying everyone a bonus of chocolate and roses." The look he gives him is accusatory, but barely for half a second. It falls away into an easy grin with little resistance. And, despite McCoy's retort, the trouble is that it's Jim - which means that yes, actually, he really can believe that there's absolutely no occasion for this. Still, it's an awful lot of thought for a whole lot of nothing. That Kirk had remembered the conversation, considered it worthwhile to invest in, shouldn't be so surprising; but it's one of the most personal, meaningful gestures McCoy has experienced in a very long time.

"Far be it from me to complain. You know how hard this stuff is to find out here?" This far away from Earth, in particular? On one of the small coffee tables decorating the viewport's seating area, he sets down the chocolates and turns back to Jim with earnest adoration spelled out all across his face. "Thank you, Jim, this is— well, frankly I don't know what to say." He pauses, half-inclined to say something like just don't tell Spock you figured out how to shut me up or he'll be delivering whiskey and flowers to my door every goddamn day, but he finds himself still scrambling a bit too much for composure to manage that. "Guess I owe you one, now."

❛ Oh , Bones .. you flatter this little ol' captain far too much. ❜ He coos , barely able to contain his excitement now. As the doctor's face twists up at his comment , he bites back a laugh. This was a foolproof plan , or so he thought. Something that he and Kirk had previously discussed , he just didn't assume he would actually go through with it. Luckily , the excitement he feels at this moment is enough to outweigh the pit growing in his stomach. He watches with bated breath as McCoy examines the box of chocolates , the dopey grin on his face not wavering.

His head tilts to the side slightly as he awaits , as patiently as he can , for his response. He had the sneaking suspicion that this was going just the slightest bit overboard , but what would Jim Kirk be if not over - the - top ? It had been a hassle to get real chocolate , good chocolate , that is. But that's the absolute least he could do. And , besides. He thinks McCoy would rather him go out of his way to get some chocolate than jump in front of another explosion for him.

He couldn't have asked for a more perfect setting - the dim glow of the stars illuminating the observation lounge , reflected for a moment in Leonard's eyes. It was something he had imagined for a while , but he didn't have the means ( or the boldness ) to act upon it. If he wasn't already slightly frantic from the adrenaline , he'd swear that the doctor was blushing. ❛ Anything for my chief medical officer. ❜ He says softly , his grin fading into something less dopey and more filled with adoration. ❛ There , uh - there's no occasion , actually. ❜ A lie , but he doesn't need to know that. Not yet.

#finalfronticr #ic [ + ] tos #to explore strange new worlds [ + ] threads

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spideystevie · 2 years ago

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i knew

summary: 4 times you knew steve loved you + 1 time you knew you loved him

word count: 3.3k

a/n: title from the lizzy song where i got the idea from. i truly didn’t plan on this being as long as it is but i got carried away. takes place leading up to volume one. there’s a small amount of angst at the end but it’s mostly just lovesick idiots.

masterlist!

1. when he gets you a card

The day is slow at the bookstore but you don’t mind. It had been a week from hell as far as you were concerned and you felt like the universe owed you at least a small semblance of peace in the form of a quiet, late morning shift. When noon rolls around, the bell above the door rings.

“Welcome in,” you call out without looking towards the door. Your customer service voice sounds nothing like you and you subconsciously wrinkle your nose at the sound of it. You’ve made yourself busy behind the counter, still not looking up even when there’s no response, and hope whoever it is doesn’t need any immediate help.

Your back is turned for a moment and someone clears their throat behind you. You let out a small huff through your nose. “Can I help you?”

The words die in your throat when you turn around and lock eyes with Steve who’s all sly smiles and shining eyes. Your own smile slides across your face at the sight of him. He nods at your question. “Yeah, I was wondering if you knew where I could drop this off to make sure my girlfriend gets it?”

He holds up a small white envelope, your name etched across the back of it in blue ink. Your smile grows as you lean against the counter and hold out your hand. “What’s this for?”

Steve sets it into your open palm, watching carefully as you set it down on the counter. Your fingertips trace over the writing on the back and you feel an eager anticipation to rip into it and read what’s inside.

“Just because. I know you’ve been having a bit of a rough week so I thought I'd surprise you at work but then I got the idea on the way over to get a little something to surprise you with,” he says and the sound of your giggle floats through the air.

“A bit, is putting it lightly, but consider me surprised,” you joke, though it’s mostly true. He smiles softly.

“I thought maybe a card would help cheer you up or something. There’s a dinner date invitation for tonight included with it,” he says, reaching out across the counter to brush the back of his knuckles against your cheek. A warm trail follows in their wake.

“Stevie..” your voice is soft, caught between awe and disbelief. He’s rambling, over-explaining in hopes that you like it.

“I was worried for a second because when I got to the car, I realized I didn’t have a pen to write in it so I had to run back inside and ask for one and this little old lady gave me one from, like, the bottom of her purse and-” he pauses when he notices you swipe your finger underneath your eye with a sniffle. “Hey, woah, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, sniffling and letting out a wet laugh. The built up tension from the week mixed with the sudden swoop of emotion from Steve’s loving gesture brings tears to your eyes and you wipe at your wet cheeks. “Yeah I’m okay. This is just really sweet, I love it. I love you.”

His concerned frown morphs into a giddy smile and his eyes light up. You step around the checkout counter of the bookstore you work at to wrap your arms around his middle. His arms instinctively wrap themselves around you, holding you against him. He presses a kiss to your head. “I love you, too.”

And you feel it melting off of him and onto you as you hug him. A deep radiating warmth that makes your skin tingle and your heart jump against your ribcage. You feel it again later when you get home, finally opening the sealed envelope and reading the note he put inside before you get ready for dinner.

A whole mini love letter specifically designed for you, and signed by Steve in a messy scrawl of his handwriting.

2. when he walks you to your door

There’s a magic that comes to Steve Harrington loving you, you’re convinced. It’s the sole explanation you can come up with for the way everything seems to click into place, anything bad slipping into the shadows as you sit across from him at Enzo’s. Or when he makes you laugh just that much harder, the sweetness of the message in the card still stuck in a loop in your brain, as he drives you home.

He insists on walking you to your door when he drops you off after dinner that night, ignoring your protests about your front door being only a few feet away and that nothing was going to get you. He holds your hand under the yellow porch light and somehow he still looks heavenly underneath it.

You feel sixteen again standing on your porch waiting for a kiss goodnight after a first date. A warm feeling buzzes in your chest as you stare at him, his eyes regarding you like you just sewed the stars into the sky above you.

“Thank you,” you say, soft tone of voice blending in with the hum of electricity and crickets in the yard. There’s a gentle smile on his face but a question lurking behind his eyes.

“For what?” it's a small murmur, thumbs brushing over the backs of your hands extended in between the both of you. You glance down at them, lifting your shoulder in a brief shrug.

“For…everything, I dunno,” you look back up at him, eyes almost doe like in their softness. “Specifically the card and dinner. And just for being you.”

Steve squeezes your hands three times, a silent I love you, a gentle reminder. His smile widens and he takes a step forward, closing the already limited space between you. Two moths flutter under the porch light just above his head and he takes a second to swat them away.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’d do anything for you,” his cadence is like a melody to your ears, the warmth in your chest swelling until it spills over into the rest of your body. You take a small step forward this time, joined hands falling to make room for your chest to brush his.

One of his hands comes up to brush against your cheek, palm pressing flat against it and tilting your head to press his lips to yours. Your heart flutters like the moths above, body caving into his like a moth drawn to a flame. That teenage feeling hits again and you can’t help the smile you let slip into the kiss.

You pull back a hair, nose bumping his and the taste of his smile still on your tongue. “Something tells me you might have a crush on me, Harrington.”

You can feel the breath from his laugh against your face, giggling as his nose brushes yours and he shakes his head. He mutters a soft shut up, swallowing your giggles as he kisses you again and again, until you’re breathless and a little dizzy. You step back with a smile that’s a little shy.

When you say goodnight, he squeezes your hands again and leaves a lingering kiss on your cheek instead. You watch him walk back to his car, waving from the door until he’s turning the ignition. And when the door shuts, you’re pressing your back against it, listening to the hum of the engine as he drives off, a giddy smile taking up permanent residence on your face.

3. when he ties your shoe for you

It’s snowing when the two of you come out of the movie theater and there’s a harsh nip in the wind that rushes by. You’re shoving your free hand and the one connected to Steve’s into the pockets of your coat. He’s talking with his one hand, voice animated as he shares his opinions about the movie you had just watched.

You nod along, laughing a little under your breath. It’s not a long walk to where his car is parked but it feels like an eternity for how cold it is. Snowflakes land in your eyelashes and you blink them away, eyes landing on one that rests on the slope of Steve’s nose. He subconsciously wrinkles his nose, the movement melting it into his skin.

As you walk, the laces of your right shoe unravel from their bow. The ends hitting against the sliver of exposed ankle from your jeans alert you and you look down. He’s mid-sentence and you feel a little bad when you interrupt him. “Oh! Hold that thought, my shoe’s untied.”

You pause, Steve stopping in sync with you in the middle of the deserted sidewalk. He lets go of your hand but as you start to bend down, he stops you. He’s already stepping in front of you and dropping to the ground when he says, “Here, let me.”

You watch with an enamored smile as his fingers work the laces into a double knot. The snow on the ground makes his hair look a darker brown and you wonder if his fingers are aching from the cold. The snow falling from the sky is starting to turn into sleet, wet when it lands against your cheek and in his hair.

“There,” he taps the inside of your shoe. Steve looks up, a small grin on his face. You feel it again as he’s looking at you. That all encompassing warmth, a tingling serenity that comes from the certainty that he loves you. So much so that he’d drop down to tie your shoe for you. “All done.”

The tip of his nose is pink from the frost bitten air outside and you can’t feel your cheeks all that much any more, but you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. You grin, offering your hand to help pull him up from the low squat he’s in.

“My Prince Charming,” you tease, shoulder nudging his side as you relace your fingers together. He shakes his head, pressing a searing kiss to your rather cold cheek.

When you reach his car, he doesn’t open your door right away. Instead, he cradles your face in his hands. His hands are somehow warm despite the weather but maybe your cheeks are just cold. You don’t get much time to think about it as he brings his face down to yours, catching your lips in a searing kiss that warms the both of you up just fine.

You look a little dazed when he pulls back, blinking slowly with stars in your eyes. The kiss had taken you a little by surprise and your voice comes out quiet and a little shy when you ask, “What was that for?”

“Just love you,” he kisses the tip of your chill-bitten nose and reaches around you to open your door. You can’t bite back the giddy love sick smile that spreads while you sit in the car and watch him cross in front to get to the driver’s side.

4. when he learns your favorite song

The weather starts to ease later in the week with the days growing slightly warmer and the lingering patches of snow lining the roads melting into the ground. Even still, you layer one of your heavier jackets over top a sweatshirt of Steve’s before heading out to see him.

When you pull into the parking lot of Family Video, it’s nearly deserted save for the all too familiar red BMW. The interior is even more deserted when you step inside, the bell over the door barely heard from the music being played from the old boombox on the counter.

You briefly notice Robin restocking towards the back but your attention is pulled entirely to your boyfriend, swaying a little to the mixtape playing and singing along just barely. He doesn’t see you come in, and he definitely didn’t hear you either.

Whitney Houston’s, How Will I Know, plays through the speakers and as you step closer, Steve finally turns around and nearly jumps at the sight of you. His cheeks start to burn and you grin at the soft red that stretches from cheek to cheek. He turns the volume down enough to hear you when you speak as you lean against the counter.

“Since when do you listen to Whitney Houston?” you’re half teasing, half genuinely curious. Your smile twists into something a little bit confused and Steve thinks the way your eyebrows furrow a little as you tilt your head has to be the cutest thing he’s seen all day. He shrugs, leaning across until your forearms are touching.

“Since you mentioned this being your favorite song,” he says it in a way that’s nonchalant but the way you react is anything but. Your whole body warms making it almost entirely too hot for your layers. You flip one of your hands palm up, watching as Steve’s fingers dance across the skin before sliding easily into place between yours.

Until now, you hadn’t thought Steve had heard you when you turned his radio on driving home from the movie theater. You had tuned through the channels, landing on the one that was playing How Will I Know and increasing the volume while softly remarking, “Oh! I love this song.”

“I hadn’t thought you heard me,” your voice is soft again, an enamored look in your eyes as you make eye contact with Steve. There’s something like thick honey, something more intensely tender and affectionate than normal in his gaze and you can feel yourself sinking deep into it.

“I always hear you,” you can feel that same warmth again, sitting deep in your chest and making your face feverish to the touch. Your emotions are on cloud nine and in a blink you’re pushing forward on your toes over the counter, to kiss your boyfriend. One of your palms lays flat on his cheek, holding him to you.

“Oh gross, guys, really?” Robin says, though her voice holds no real disgust. You break apart from Steve with a laugh, feet falling flat back onto the ground. Your smile is love sick and it matches the look in Steve’s eyes as he rolls them at his best friend.

You squeeze his hand three times, quick, almost fleeting and let yourself get carried away by the feeling of his all-consuming love for you when he squeezes back.

5. when you can’t fall asleep at night

When you had walked in on Steve singing along to your favorite song a month earlier, you never thought the sweetness of the memory would’ve held the weight it does now. Now, you have How Will I Know on a looping tape sitting in the glovebox of his car as a precautionary.

A twinge of guilt is quick to bite when you let yourself feel an ounce of relief that you haven’t needed to use it because every moment you’re not using yours, Max is using hers. Beneath it all is a deep feeling of unease, one that hasn’t left since you were in the Creel House.

Steve’s hand finds yours beneath the sheets, squeezing three times saying both I love you and I’m here for you all at once. It makes your heart feel like it’s going to burst and you smile weakly at him but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

Your body feels tired, limbs heavy with exhaustion and the weight of your never-ending worry. His bed is as cozy as ever and his sheets smell like him, the scent of his shampoo joining the mix from the damp hair on both of your heads. It’s grounding and for a minute you think you might actually be able to get some sleep tonight.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Steve says, deep hints of concern swirling in his eyes. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Just thinking,” you say, voice a little muffled from your cheek being squished against the pillow. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and you follow the movement with your eyes.

“About..?” he muses, slowly trying to work it out of you. You know what he’s doing, almost hate that he knows you as well as he does.

“How I never would’ve imagined my favorite song leading us to this moment,” you say and Steve gives you a minute in case you have more to say. “I’m so scared, Steve. And I know we’ve done this whole monster fighting before but it feels…different this time.”

It’s hard to really read his expression in the dim light of his bedside lamp, the lightbulb is dying and you had jumped earlier when it flickered. His thumb rubs soothing circles across the back of your hand.

“You know I won’t let anything happen to you, right?” he asks after a minute and you nod.

“I know that,” it’s a barely there whisper. You don’t say anything else.

“Besides, we’ve got Whitney Houston on speed dial if anything happens,” he means it as a joke but there’s no denying the seriousness lingering in the background. Regardless, it gets a smile out of you albeit small.

“Wish we could have one more normal moment with it,” you confess and Steve’s lips quirk up a little.

“What I wouldn’t give to hear Henderson beg me to turn it off just so he doesn’t have to hear us sing along anymore,” the memory causes you to giggle, making the worries plaguing your mind slip away momentarily into the shadows. He can’t help the grin that rises at the sound.

“He was so mad at us,” you agree, the pit in your chest being replaced with the fire of fond memories. Your giggles fade into a silence.

“We’ll have more normal moments with it,” Steve says. He moves to share your pillow, your noses touching and his breath warm against your face. He tilts his head up to press a lingering kiss to your forehead and murmurs against your skin, “I promise.”

He kisses you once, reassuring and soft and it feels like home. After a promise from you that it was okay, he lets go of your hand and turns over to click the bedside lamp off. The darkness takes your eyes a second to get used to but you can still feel Steve pressed close to you. Your legs are a mess of limbs, bodies interwoven so you’re not sure where you start and he ends.

You’re so familiar with the feeling you get when you’re reminded how much Steve loves you and as you listen to the steady rhythm of his breathing, you feel it tenfold with how much you love him. He’s falling asleep in front of you and suddenly you feel overwhelmed he even exists.

Steve who always steps first into the battle. Steve who worries so much about everyone else, he barely has time to worry about himself. Steve who doesn’t think twice before protecting the people he loves, even if it leaves him with a busted lip and a black eye. Steve who lets you sleep in his bed whenever the nightmares resurface and you can’t sleep alone.

Through the moonlight filtering in through his curtains, you can make out the fluttering of his eyelids. You chew on your bottom lip, rolling over the constant stream of thoughts in your head. After a minute, you give in.

“Steve?” your voice sounds so small.

“Hm?”

It’s muffled and barely audible but your hesitancy bleeds into relief when you hear him.

“I love you. I love you so much,” your chest tightens in the best way when a sleepy grin slides onto his face, his eyes still closed.

“”M’love you, too,” his words are slurred, thick with sleep.

This time, you smooth the, now dry, hair back from his forehead and press a soft kiss to the space revealed. You settle back against the pillow, smiling when he finds your hand in his sleep driven state and squeezes. Your Steve, who even in sleep, makes sure you know how much he loves you.

#am actually loving this one #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #📝: a writes!

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years ago

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The Closest to Heaven That I'll Ever Be

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Single mom!reader

Masterlist

“Give it back!”

“Why don’t you come and get it, little girl?” Chuck Greenwood taunted as he dangled a book over Ellerie’s head.

“Give it to me. I need it for homework.” She whined as she jumped for the book.

“This loser still does homework.” One of Chucks friends snicked.

“I said give it to me.” Ellerie huffed and kicked Chuck in the shin.

“You’re a dead man.” Chuck angrily pointed to Ellerie. He passed the book off to one of his friends and cracked his knuckles. Just as he was advancing on Ellerie, a red car pulled up and almost hit Chuck and his friends. Arvin got out of the car and stomped towards the boys.

“What the hell man? Watch where-“ Chuck was cut off by Arvin grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the brick wall.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Arvin growled. “You think picking on little girls is fun?”

“No.” Chuck gulped and shook his head.

“Didn’t your momma tell you you should never hit a lady? Not even with a flower?” Arvin ask as he pushed Chuck harder into the wall.

“I’m sorry.” Chuck whimpered. “Let me go. It won’t happen again.”

“It better not. Or I’ll make you pay.” Arvin said as he released him. “Go on, scram. Get outta here.”

Chuck dropped the book and took off running with his friends. Arvin picked up the book and dusted it off before handing it to Ellerie.

“Here you go, sweetheart.” He said with a soft smile.

“Thanks, mister.” Ellerie smiled. “I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me nothing. Serves those little bastards right for picking on you.”

“My momma says you shouldn’t cuss.” Ellerie giggled upon hearing the expletive.

“Then your momma is smart.” Arvin nodded. “She’s absolutely right. Don’t repeat that word.”

“I won’t.” Ellerie said and made a movement like she was zipping her mouth shut with a key. Arvin smiled at the innocent gesture and did the same.

“Does your momma know those boys pick on you?” He asked.

“No. Don’t want to worry her.” Ellerie shook her head. Arvin frowned when he heard his. She looked young, couldn’t have been older than six. It made him sad that she was already putting others people feelings before her own.

“You’re a good kid.” Arvin tipped his cap to her. “I’ll make sure those boys don’t bother you again.”

“Thanks, mister.” Ellerie grinned and held out her hand.

“Names Arvin.” Arvin chuckled and bent down to shake her hand.

“I’m-“

“Ellerie!”

Arvin and Ellerie looked up to see you running towards them. You immediately bent down and hugged Ellerie tightly.

“Ellerie. Sorry I’m late, baby. Boss made me close up.” You apologized as you smoothed her hair.

“It’s all right, momma. Arvin kept me company.”

“Arvin?” You frowned and looked up. “Oh, hello.”

“I don’t usually keep little girls company.” Arvin immediately took a step back. “Just wanted to make sure she had someone coming to get her. Didn’t want her waiting out here all alone. There’s some crazy folks out at this hour. Not that this little lady couldn’t handle herself.”

Ellerie smiled at his compliment and looked at up him. Arvin zipped his mouth shut and flicked away the key, and she did the same.

“Well, thank you. That was awful nice to do for a stranger.” You said as you shyly smoothed your uniform. Arvin realized he recognized you from somewhere. You were a waitress at the diner and had served him a burger and milkshake more than once. Your light pink uniform dress and lacy white apron looked a little disheveled, as if you’d been working all day.

“Wasn’t any trouble.” He smiled at you. “You her sister?”

“No.” Ellerie laughed. “That’s my momma.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” Arvin frowned and looked at you again. He thought you were his age and most other people his age had babies, not 6 year olds.

“It’s fine. We get that a lot.” You smiled and rested your hands on Ellerie’s shoulders.

“Cause you’re so pretty, momma.” Ellerie smiled up at you.

“Aw. Thank you, baby.” You bent down to kiss her cheek a few times.

“She’s right, you know.” Arvin smirked at you. “It’s cause you’re pretty.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name.” You smiled coyly as you hugged Ellerie closer.

“Arvin. Arvin Russell.” He said and held out a hand.

“I’m Y/n.” You shook his hand. “This here is Ellerie.”

“Hello again, Ellerie.” Arvin waved at her.

“He’s your age, momma. You should ask him on a date.” Ellerie said as she looked up at you.

“Hush now.” You laughed in embarrassment and gave Arvin an apologetic look.

“That’s a great idea, Ellerie.” Arvin told her. “You’re just as smart as your momma.”

You and Arvin exchanged a shy smile before you realized what you came for.

“You must be starving, baby.” You said to Ellerie. “We best be going home. Thanks for waiting with her, mister.”

“Arvin.” He reminded you.

“Right. Arvin.” You smiled. “Appreciate you looking out for my baby girl.”

“Anytime.” He tipped his cap to you.

“Come on, sugar. Let’s go home.” You said and took Ellerie’s hand.

“But momma, I don’t want to walk. I’m tired.” Ellerie whined and tugged on her hand.

“I’m tired too, baby. But we gotta get home before it starts raining. And we’re just down the road. It’s not that far.”

“I could drive you.” Arvin offered. “If you’re okay with that.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” He nodded. “It’ll be dark soon anyway. It’s not safe for you to be out walking.”

“I don’t know.” You frowned. “We don’t know you.”

“Come on, momma.” Ellerie whined. “He’s a nice guy. And my feet hurt.”

“I’ll leave the doors unlocked. You can jump out at anytime. I’ll even slow down for you.” Arvin joked, making you smile.

“Please, momma?” Ellerie pleaded.

“All right.” You caved. “Just this once. But never accept a ride from a stranger if I’m not with you, okay Ellie?”

“I know. You’ve only told me a hundred times.” Ellerie rolled her eyes and walked towards Arvins car.

“She’s a sassy little one.” He chuckled as he walked you to the car.

“You’re telling me.” You smiled and opened the back door. Ellerie climbed inside and you buckled her in.

“How old are you, Ellerie?” Arvin asked once he got in the front seat.

“I’ll be six in May.” She said and held up six fingers.

“Six? Wow.” He looked at her in the rearview mirror. “You’re getting pretty old.”

“You think so?” She hoped.

“Doesn’t matter how old you get. You’ll always be my baby girl.” You turned around in your seat and tickled her knee.

“Hush, momma.” Ellerie whispered. “Don’t embarrass me.”

“Sorry.” You held up your hands and exchanged a look with Arvin.

“Don’t worry, Ellerie. I was a momma’s boy too.” Arvin told her.

“Were you?” You chuckled and looked at him.

“Yup.” He smiled at you. “Proud of it, too.”

“See, Ellie? It’s cool to like your momma.” You turned in your seat again to tickle her.

“Stop it.” She giggled and swatted your hand away.

“This is us. On the left.” You pointed to a small house with a front yard full of flowers.

“Lovely home you got here.” Arvin said sincerely. “Who planted all those flowers?”

“I did.” Ellerie said proudly.

“You sure did a nice job.” Arvin complimented her.

“What do you say, Ellie?”

“Thank you.” She said shyly and looked down at her lap.

“You’re very welcome, little miss.” Arvin smiled at her as he parked in front.

“Are you coming in for dinner, Arvin?” Ellerie asked before she got out of the car.

“No. That’s all right. I don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not. Let me repay you for driving us home. Please?” You asked and touched his arm. Arvin looked down at your hand and felt his face blush.

“All right.” He agreed with a grateful smile. You returned the smile before getting out of the car.

“Go wash up for supper.” You told Ellerie once you had all walked through the door.

“Okay momma.” She said before running off. Arvin walked further into your house and smiled a little at all the greenery. There were potted plants on every surface and vines hanging from the walls.

“It’s like a garden in here.” Arvin chuckled as he played with the leaf of one of your plants.

“Yeah. She loves purple flowers. It’s funny, because I wanted to name her Violet but her daddy insisted on Ellerie.”

“Where is her daddy?” Arvin asked without looking at you so he didn’t seem as interested as he was.

“Ran off soon as she was born.” You smiled sadly. “I still liked the name, though.”

“Sorry to hear that.” Arvin said sincerely.

“It’s all right.” You shrugged. “I didn’t like him all that much anyway. Had a bad temper.”

“I know the type.” Arvin said sympathetically.

“Yeah. I can’t totally blame him for leaving. We were 16 when I got pregnant. Just a couple of dumb kids. I probably would’ve run too if I had the chance.”

“But you didn’t. You stayed.” He reminded you. “That takes a strong woman to raise a baby at your age all alone. Same way it takes a coward to leave. Have you talked to him since?”

“A few times. He tried to come back into her life but I shut him out. He can’t just leave for the hard parts and come back when she’s old enough to take care of herself.” You said more so to yourself than to Arvin, but he still understood.

“Does she know he tried to come back?” He asked as he walked over to you.

“I told her.” You nodded. “She didn’t want anything to do with him. She doesn’t really like men. She seems to like you, though.”

“I like her too. She’s a sweet kid. You raised her right.” Arvin praised you.

“Thanks.” You smiled softly. “It wasn’t easy but I wouldn’t change a thing.”

You smiled at each other and enjoyed each other’s company is comfortable silence. You didn’t get to talk to other people your age that much since you were always working or with Ellerie, so having him over was a much needed relief. Your attention was caught suddenly but your shutters bursting open.

“Shoot. It’s raining cats and dogs down there.” Arvin rushed to the shutters to close them as cold rain blew in. You helped him keep them closed until he was able to latch them shut.

“You can’t drive home in that.” You sighed and looked out the window. “You should stay the night.”

“I couldn’t put you out like that.” Arvin shook his head.

“You’re not. I promise.” You assured him. “I could make the couch up real nice for you. Unless you want to take your chances and drown in your car.”

“As long as it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble at all.” You smiled. “Now come on. Dinners in the oven.”

After the first home cooked meal Arvin had had in a while, you made the couch up for him to sleep on.

“I wanna stay up and play with Arvin.” Ellerie said through a yawn. You continued tucking a bedsheet into the couch and shook your head.

“You need some sleep, sugar. It’s bedtime.”

“But you’re not going to bed.” She pouted. “It’s no fair.”

“Boy, I sure am tired. I don’t know about you, but I’m definitely going to bed.” Arvin faked a yawn. “I’m exhausted. I can’t wait to go to sleep.”

“Really?” Ellerie asked skeptically.

“Really. I’m gonna leave and go home so I can get some sleep.” He pretended to yawn again, bringing a smile to your face.

“Okay. I’m ready for bed.” Ellerie nodded in satisfaction and yawned to mimic Arvin.

“Come on baby girl. I’ll tuck you in.” You scooped her up in your arms and kissed her cheek.

“Goodnight, miss Ellie.” He smiled softly at your daughter.

“Goodnight, Arvin.” Ellerie waved as she sleepily rested her head on your shoulder. You gave Arvin a wink before taking Ellerie to her. When you came back, you had sheets and a pillow in your arms.

“I’ll set you up over here.” You nodded to the couch and began to make it into a bed. Arvin was quick to help you, your shoulders accidentally brushing every now and then.

“You’re really good with kids, by the way.” You told him. “I can tell Ellie likes you. And she don’t warm up to anybody. I don’t either, but I like anybody who can bring a smile to my daughters face.”

“Well, she’s got a beautiful smile. She gets it from her momma.” Arvin said with a coy smile. He reached up to brush some hair behind your ear and you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

“I’ll see you in the morning, all right?” You said softly, eyes never leaving his lips.

“See you in the morning.” He tipped his cap to you before taking it off. You made a bold decision and kissed his cheek before walking away.

“Sweet dreams, Arvin.” You waved flirtatiously and shut the light.

The next morning, you got dressed and came into the living room. Arvin was already awake and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Good morning. Did you sleep okay?” You smiled warmly at him and sat beside him.

“That’s the best I’ve slept my whole life.” He answered honestly. “Your couch is like a cloud.”

“That’s what happens when your five year old goes through a jumping phase.” You told him. “She beat those poor cushions to death.”

“Thanks for letting me stay.” He patted your knee. “And for the amazing meal. I won’t take up anymore of your time.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m sending you home without breakfast. Come here, I’m putting you to work. Can you cook?” You took his hand and pulled him to the kitchen.

“Not very well.” He admitted.

“I’ll give you some lessons.” You winked at him and handed him an apron. Your “lessons” looked more like you explaining what you were doing as you made pancake batter while Arvin watched with admiration. He noticed how everything you touched, you had total control over.

“Now do you want chocolate chips or blueberries? Before you answer that, you should know I grow the blueberries myself.” You said as you spooned some batter onto a pan.

“Definitely blueberry, then. Since you made em yourself and all.” He said as he came up behind you. You could feel his breath on your neck and turned around with a smile.”

“I grew em.” You corrected. “I didn’t make em. I’m not god.”

“And yet, you’re the closest to Heaven that I’ll ever be.” He said as he leaned closer to you.

“You got a little flour on your cheek.” You reached up to brush it off with your thumb. He smiled under your touch and leaned even closer.

“Not sure how it got there. Since you didn’t make a single pancake.” You teased as you rested your hands on his chest.

“I was distracted by the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He flirted as he put his hands on your waist. Before you knew it, you were kissing him. You tangled your fingers in his messy hair and knocked his cap right off his head. He rough and calloused hands came up to cup your face as he kissed you deeply.

“Is breakfast ready momma?” Ellerie said from the hallway, making you and Arvin jump apart.

“Yes, sugar. Could you set three plates, Ellie?” You said quickly as you smoothed your hair.

“Three?” Ellerie asked as she came into the kitchen.

“Yep. Arvin’s gonna eat with us.” You said as you gestured to Arvin.

“He’s still here?” Her eyes flew open.

“Ellerie Mae.” You whispered harshly. “Mind your manners.”

“Sorry momma.” She smiled. “Hi Arvin.”

“Good morning, Ellerie.” Arvin returned the smile. “How’d you sleep?”

“You’re still here.” She grinned, making you cover your face in embarrassment.

“I am.” He chuckled. “I just came over, actually. Your momma invited me for breakfast.”

“Oh.” She frowned. “I thought you spent the night.”

“Nope. Could you set the table please?” You asked and handed her the plates.

“Okay momma.” She gave Arvin one last look before leaving the room. You let out a sigh and waltzed back over to Arvin.

“Thank you for keeping the sleepover a secret. I never would’ve heard the end of it.” You shook your head as you put the pancakes on a plate.

“No problem, doll.” Arvin said as he cupped your chin.

“Maybe we could make these sleepovers a recurring thing.” You coyly suggested.

“I think that’s an excellent idea.” Arvin said before connected his lips to yours. You kissed him back for a minute before pulling away and covering your lips with your hand.

“I cannot believe I’m making out with a stranger in my kitchen at 7 in the morning.” You said, mostly to yourself.

“Then let me take you out on a date to ease your mind. Then I’ll be less of a stranger.” He offered with his signature smirk.

“I have a feeling you’re nothing but trouble, Arvin Russel.” You sighed, unable to fight the way you were feeling about him.

“Maybe so.” He smirked before leaning in to kiss you again.

“Arvin! Come help me!” Ellerie called from the dining room. Arvin gave you an apologetic smile before going to find Ellerie.

“You needed help putting out three plates?” He teased when he walked into the room.

“No.” She said pointedly. “I had to tell you something.”

“You did?” Arvin furrowed his eyebrows.

“It’s about my momma. I think she likes you.”

Arvin chuckled at her announcement and took a seat at the table.

“Can you keep a secret?” He asked and beckoned her over with his finger.

“Yes.” She excitedly went over to him and sat to the seat beside him.

“I like her too.” He whispered in her ear. Unbeknownst to either of them, you were listening in the doorway.

“Pancakes are ready.” You let them know of your presence and set the pancakes on the table. Arvin gave you a grateful smile before putting a few pancakes on Ellerie’s plate. You sat on the other side of Arvin and gave him a knowing look. He smirked and rested a hand on your knee, giving in a fond squeeze.

“Is he my new daddy?” Ellerie asked with a mouthful of pancakes.

“No!” You said quickly. “Hush up and eat your food.”

“Is he gonna live with us?” She continued.

“Ellerie Mae.” You whispered harshly. “What did I just say?”

“Sorry.” She mumbled, making Arvin chuckle.

“Ellie, how would you feel about me driving you to school today?” Arvin piped up to change the subject.

“Really?” She lit up. “Would ya?”

“Sure. If your momma says yes.”

“That’s all right with me.” You shrugged. “But I’m coming in the car with you. My shift don’t start until noon.”

“Oh yeah? And what will you do until then?” Arvin leaned on his hand and looked at you with a smirk. You bit back a smile and squeezed his knee under the table.

“I don’t know, Arvin.” You played along. “What will I do?”

“I got a few ideas.” He shrugged and leaned in.

“Can’t wait to hear em.” You leaned in as well

“Ew.” Ellerie grimaced. “You guys are gross.”

#arvin russel fanfic #arvin russell fanfiction #arvin russel x single mom!reader #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell fluff #arvin russel imagine #arvin russel x you #arvin russel x y/n #the devil all the time #tom holland x reader

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cherryc1nnam0n · 2 years ago

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Brother Jealousy | Billy Hargrove x Reader, brother!Eddie Munson x Reader

Hello hello, uhm so I had this idea come to me a few seconds ago and wanted to make it into an actual writing, yes I will be writing for Billy Hargrove so if you don't like it just scroll and don't leave negative comments, we love and protect this man here.

Summary: You're dating Billy Hargrove, your brother's ex bully and he's not happy about it.

Note: This is an au where Billy has lived in Hawkins for his entire life and used to bully Eddie, also you're Eddie's sister, one year younger.

Cw: None, just fluff and mentions of bullying and past trauma, just Eddie being all jealous

"I told you no one thousand times Y/n!" Eddie yelled at you sitting on the couch as he paced around "Not in a million years I will accept you dating Hargrove!"

He was really itchy about it because Billy had bullied him during a long period of time back in highschool, he had made his life nearly impossible back then and now he intended to date his beloved sister? Hell no!

You sighed, covering your face with your hands, trying to find the words to calm him down.

"Eddie please, calm down and sit" you spoke slowly, he instantly sat down.

"You're gonna sweet talk me I know it! But it isn't gonna work! Nuh uh, not this time!" He panicked, you were just staring at him "What?!"

You blinked twice and went to talk but he screamed again "No Y/n, no you're not dating him that's my final word-"

"Shut up!" You yelled, making him startled and finally shut his mouth "Please let me speak damnit..." He made a motion for you to keep talking "He's changed Eddie, I know he was your bully but he has good intentions now and... I love him..." You said honestly, he saw it in your eyes, he had won your heart and he knew it.

You made puppy eyes at him, he couldn't say no to you if you looked at him like that with that replica of his eyes.

He sighed, messing with his hair "Fine.." you smiled "But don't expect me to be all nice and smiley at him!" You hugged him tightly, kissing his face

"Thank you thank you! You're the best brother ever!" You stood up "Also, he's coming over for dinner"

You quickly left the room before he screamed at you "Oh damn you Y/n!"

.......................................................

Hours went by and it was dinner time, Eddie was nervous to see his enemy again after years of avoiding him, there was a knock on the door, followed by your steps to it, he knew it was time.

He gulped.

"Hi honey" you said to the blond, dressed in a red mid open shirt and his leather jacket.

"Hi doll" he said pulling you in for a kiss.

You invited him in, instantly smelling what you had cooked for him.

"Please be nice to Eddie, he's still not fully convinced about you and I, dating." You whispered to him.

"Of course I'll be nice, it's the least I can do if I wanna screw his sister" he received a slap on the arm "Okay I'm kidding! I'll talk with him okay?"

"Okay honey..." You walked down the hallway to call for your brother "Eddie, he's here"

He stood up from his bed, walking out to the living room to find the man standing there, menacingly as always.

"Hey.." Eddie said lowly.

Billy returned the gesture, tensity in the air, you quickly told them to go sit down while you served dinner.

The two were sitting there, staring at each other, you finally finished serving and started eating, awkwardness filled the room.

"So William..." Eddie spoke, catching Billy's attention, little to no one called him that "What are your intentions with my sister? Make her suffer just like you did with me?"

You choked on your food, drinking water to relieve it "Eddie!" You snarled but Billy interrupted

"No honey it's okay, I owe him an apology" Eddie stared in awe, that was unexpected "Look, I'm not the same I was back in highschool, I was a dick and I want to change, Y/n has made me open my eyes..." He grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over it "Please forgive me, for everything I did to you."

Eddie couldn't believe it, he sounded genuine, was he drunk? Didn't smell like it, drugged maybe? He wasn't the only dealer in town, maybe he got something out someone and he smoked it before coming here and-

"Eddie, you alright?" You called, he blinked

"Yeah yeah just... Thinking" he took a bite out of his food "You sound genuine, I'll accept it." He said still salty about the whole dating thing.

"Thanks man" Billy said relieved to know that.

Dinner went by quietly, it was still a bit awkward.

After the pie that you made was gone and eaten, Billy said he was gonna leave, standing up grabbing his jacket he made his way out, not before he kissed you, slapping your ass on the way out too.

When you came back in, Eddie was doing the dishes, you stood on the doorway looking at him "How do you feel?" You asked him tenderly

He sighed, feeling still a bit hurt, but he had to forget about it, after all, Billy had apologized and seemed genuine.

"I'm okay just... Thinking"

You hugged him from behind, burying your face on his back, nuzzling him.

"You're thinking too much, just let it happen Eddie..."

He sighed again.

"Okay pea, anything for you" he said turning around to hug you "Just don't make me an uncle for now, please"

You stuck your tongue out to him "Gross!"

He just giggled, deep down he still wanted Billy away from you.

#stranger things #eddie munson #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x you #billy antis dni #brother!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x plus size reader #billy hargrove x reader

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tsvkishma · 4 years ago

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you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?

series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader

length: 5k words

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??

tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert

summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see

author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!

Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.

To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!

“Oi.”

You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”

You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.

You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”

His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”

“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.

“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.

You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.

You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.

There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.

The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.

Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.

As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.

However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet, Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.

“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.

You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.

“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.

You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”

He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”

“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.

The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.

The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.

“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.

“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.

Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.

“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”

He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”

He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.

“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.

“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.

You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.

You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”

“Shut up,” he stated plainly.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...

You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.

“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.

“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.

His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”

His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.

You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”

He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.

“Look just-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.

Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.

“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.

His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.

Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.

“I-”

“Uh-”

You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.

“Good night,” he said.

He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.

The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.

Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.

Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group.

On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.

“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.

He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”

“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.

He laughed, “So, what if I do?”

You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.

You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”

He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.

Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.

“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.

“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.

“Same,” said Hagakure.

The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.

“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.

“Well, I mean-”

“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.

Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!”

You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”

Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”

“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.

“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.

“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.

He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!”

“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.

Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”

“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.

“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.

The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.

You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.

“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.

You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”

You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:

yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting

...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)

After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...

PING PING

A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.

“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.

Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.

“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.

You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.

Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.

“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.

Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”

“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.

Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.

“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.

“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.

Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”

You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name.

“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.

“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.

Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”

You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”

Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.

Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.

You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.

To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.

That motherfucker...

The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.

You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…

You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.

“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.

Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.

With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”

You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.

“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”

The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.

He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”

He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.

“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.

He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.

He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”

You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.

“W-wait, what-” he started.

“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo’s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”

Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”

Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”

Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”

To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.

“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”

You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.

For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.

“I-”

Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.

“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.

Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.

Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”

He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”

You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”

He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”

Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”

“Whatever.”

You smiled, “Whatever!”

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