#i just now noticed y/n holding dib there

[annonnex]

AAAAAAA XENO METIONED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some sketches with Xeno, owned by @nexiscool

Her art motivates me to draw more!!

And also some y/n. I think they didn't like human children, especially Dib, because he bullies their baby(Zim) xd

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Any Kind of Guy

Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini x F!Reader

Warnings: Like two cuss words

Just a silly fic based off of 'Any Kind of Guy' by Big Time Rush. Like my longest fic too. 3.1k words.

The boys-Mattheo, Theodore, Lorenzo, Draco, and Blaise-as well as Pansy were sitting at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall during lunch, just eating and joking around. You noticed Pansy left her book in one of your classes together and walked over to the group to give it back to her. Of course, you knew about this Slytherin group, who didn’t at this point? But you never really talked to them before.

“Hey, Pans. You left this in Charms.” You said as you got closer, holding the book out for her.

“Oh, thanks, (Y/N). Completely spaced that.” She smiled as she took the book from you.

“No problem.” You smiled back.

“(Y/N) is it?” One of the boys spoke up, looking you up and down.

“Yes.” You gave him a small nod as you looked over at him.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Lorenzo, or Enzo for cute girls.” He gave you a charming smile.

You gave him a look before looking over at Pansy, sharing a look with her.

“Ignore him. He’s an idiot. I’m Theodore.” The boy next to him said. He had a thick Italian accent.

“Hi, Theodore.” You smiled as you looked at him, finding this all amusing.

“Can’t you guys stop flirting with every girl you meet?” The boy on Theodore’s other side said as he gave the other two boys an annoyed look.

“I can’t introduce myself now?” Theodore retorted.

“No.” The boy rolled his eyes.

“You must be the famous Mattheo, huh?” You spoke up, interrupting this little back and forth.

The boy smiled as he looked over at you. “The one and only.”

“Uh huh. And obviously you’re Draco Malfoy.” You looked over at the blonde.

“Of course.” The blonde nodded with a smug smirk.

“And Blaise, right?” You said, pointing at the boy next to Draco.

“Yes, ma’am.” The boy said with a polite nod.

“Nice to finally meet you all. I’ve heard a lot about you guys.” You said, looking over the group.

“From Pansy?” Enzo asked.

“Mmm, from pretty much everyone.” You said, tilting your head to the side a little.

The boys all made their own faces of understanding. They couldn’t deny that their antics and families put them in the spotlight most of the time.

“I gotta get back to my other friends. Bye, Pans. I’ll see you in class.” You said, giving her a smile before walking away.

As soon as you’re out of earshot, the boys all turned to each other before trying to call ‘dibs’ or ‘I call her’ over each other.

“And you guys wonder why I never introduce you to my girl friends.” Pansy rolled her eyes before grabbing her bag and walking away from the boys.

The guys kept arguing, trying to talk over each other as she left.

“Okay, but she smiled at me!” Theodore said.

“Yeah, but she already knew my name!” Mattheo said, trying to speak over him.

“She knew mine too!” Draco threw his arms in the air.

“She knew all of our names, idiots.” Blaise said, sighing and shaking his head.

“She didn’t shoot me down when I flirted with her.” Enzo smiled as he leaned back in his seat, all smug.

“She didn’t flirt back, though.” Mattheo said, reaching around Theodore to shove Enzo.

Enzo reached over to shove him back. “Shut the f-”

“Guys!” Blaise called to get the two boys’ attention. They both stopped and looked at him. “Let’s do this more civilly. We shouldn’t be fighting like this over a girl.” The boys all nodded along, agreeing with Blaise.

“You guys can do your little kumbaya moment,” Mattheo said as he stood up, putting his bag strap over his shoulder. “I’m gonna go after her. Later, fuckers.” He smiled, flipping them off as he took off in your direction.

It was barely a second before Theo and Enzo were scrambling to their feet and following after him.

“They’re idiots.” Draco said to Blaise as he shook his head, going back to his food.

“Yeah, but they’re idiots who can definitely charm her.” Blaise mentioned before they both looked at each other. They both ditched their food, hurrying after the other three boys.

“What on Earth are you doing?” Theodore asked Mattheo as he caught him in the bathroom trading out his school robes for a leather jacket and messing up his hair.

“I am going to win over (Y/N).” Mattheo said as he finished shoving the school robes into his bag and fixing himself in the mirror.

“By looking like a prick?” Theo asked, amused as he leaned against the counter.

“I am going to stand out from you assholes by being a bad boy.” Mattheo smiled at him.

“That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

“You’re just jealous you didn’t come up with it.” Mattheo said as he put his bag strap over his shoulder. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” Mattheo walked past him out of the bathroom and looked around for you, earning odd stares from the other students at the new get up.

He finally found you as you were heading over to your charms class. He cut you off, leaning against the wall in front of you, making you stop in your tracks.

“Hey, (Y/N).” He said, smirking at you.

“Hi, Mattheo.” You said in an amused tone as you took in his outfit.

“What are you doing?” He asked, crossing his arms as he looked you up and down.

“Heading to class, like you should be doing.” You replied, crossing your arms over your chest as well. “What’s with the jacket?”

“This thing?” He asked, grabbing the leather jacket. “I’ve had this forever. I always wear this when I’m not wearing the dumb uniform.”

“Uh huh.” You said with an amused tone.

“Do you like it?” He asked, still smirking at you.

“Sure. It’s not bad.” You shrugged. “Is that the reason you stopped me? To ask if I liked your jacket?”

“Well, actually, I was thinking we could skip class instead. Maybe go down to the Black Lake and relax.” He took a step closer to you.

“You want me to skip class with you?” You asked and he nodded. “I don’t skip class. And I don’t like guys who do. I don’t like the bad boy type.” You smiled at him.

“Aw, come on. You’d have fun. It’s just one class.” He pressured you.

“Bye, Mattheo.” You said as you walked around him and headed into your class.

“And you thought my idea as stupid.” Mattheo teased as Theo got ready.

He made sure his outfit was all ironed and his hair was styled neatly, even spraying on his nice cologne.

“She said she didn’t like bad boys, so I’m going the opposite way.” Theo said, straightening out his outfit in the mirror.

“A loser?” Enzo asked on the other side of the dorm.

“A good boy. And if that’s what she’s into, I will be that for her.” He said, grabbing his bag. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” He said, mimicking Mattheo from the previous day as he walked out of his dorm.

This time, you were in the courtyard doing homework with Pansy before classes.

“Hey, ladies.” He said as he approached you, making you both look up at him. “Doing homework? Mind if I join you? I always like to make sure to finish all my assignments on time.”

“We’re actually almost done, Theodore.” You smiled at him, trying not to laugh with Pansy at how he was acting.

“Would you mind if I walked you to class then, (Y/N)? I always think a lady should never walk alone.” He offered, giving you a charming smile in return.

“I’m already walking with Pansy since we have that class together. Maybe you should walk with Mattheo. He seems to have some attendance issues.” You said teasingly as Pansy chuckled into her book.

“You’re making fun of me.” Theodore scoffed, but smiled.

“No, I just…” You chuckled with Pansy for a second. “It’s sweet of you to offer, but I’m not into this whole…thing.” You said, gesturing to him.

“What thing?”

“The good boy thing. I’m not into that.” You shrugged. “We should go, Pansy. Class is about to start.” You said, collecting your stuff and standing up, Pansy following your lead. “See you later, Theodore.”

“See you later, (Y/N).” He smiled at you as you walked away.

“She just wants someone in the middle. Not too good, nor too bad. Middle-ground. Jock.” Enzo explained to the other boys as they spotted you in the corridors talking with your friends.

“How is a jock in the middle?” Blaise asked, the only one seeming unamused by the other boy’s antics.

“Well, I mean, they gotta behave or they get kicked off the team, so they behave in class, but, you know, do the bad boy stuff where they can’t get in trouble. Middle-ground.” Enzo said and the other boys just laughed or rolled their eyes.

“What do you know about sports?” Mattheo asked as he looked at the boy in disbelief.

“Um, just about everything I learned from this.” Enzo retorted, tossing a book at the brunette, who caught it with ease.

“‘Quidditch Through the Ages’, really?” Mattheo said, looking at the cover of the book.

“Hey, it’s not a bad book.” Theodore said.

“You’re both stupid.” Mattheo rolled his eyes.

“You’re not a jock. She’ll see right through it.” Draco said.

“She won’t. I studied up.” Enzo said.

“It won’t work.” Draco shook his head.

“It’ll work.” Enzo said with a smile. “Watch and learn.” He said as we walked backwards towards you before spinning around to face you. He walked up and put his arm around your shoulder casually, making you look up at him. “Hi, (Y/N). How are you doing today?” He asked with his sweet smile.

“I’m fine.” You said, pushing his arm off your shoulder. “How are you doing, Lorenzo?”

The use of his full name instead of his nickname and you pushing his arm made his head tilt slightly. “I’m good. Hey, are you planning on going to the quidditch game tonight?”

“I’m not sure yet. Depends on if I can finish all my assignments before the game.” You said, looking back to your friends briefly before looking back at him.

“Oh, don’t be so boring. You can do them afterwards. You should come join me, it’ll be a lot of fun.”He said, still smiling at you.

“Standing in the cold for an hour as we watch people fly on brooms and chase a ball type thing doesn’t sound like my kind of fun.” You said, waiting for his reaction.

He raised his eyebrows, not expecting that. “How about an after party that the Slytherins throw?” He said, quickly recovering.

“Sometimes.”

Your friend called your name after walking away and noticing you didn’t follow.

“Have fun, Enzo.” You said before catching up to her.

Enzo watched you for a moment before hearing the other boys laugh at him and he looked over at them, rolling his eyes before walking off.

“Finally.” Draco said as he, Blaise and Theo sat at one of the tables in the library.

“What?” Blaise asked as he looked up from his homework to look at him.

“She finally picked out a potions book.” Draco said, his eyes on you across the library as you found a seat at one of the other tables.

“So?” Theodore asked, folding his extra parchment into a bird instead of doing the work.

“I excel at potions. I can go help her. Maybe she’s into smart guys.” Draco said, looking back at the two boys.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see you fail.” Theo laughed.

“I won't fail.” Draco scoffed.

“Let’s see it then.” Blaise said, smiling at Draco.

“Fine.” Draco stood up, walking over to you. You were immersed in the book and your work. It was actually the first time he saw you alone, so he definitely wanted to take advantage of that.

He stopped next to your table, leaning his hip against the edge. “Working on something for Potions?”

You looked up to see him smiling slightly at you. “Yeah. Just that paper Professor Snape assigned.” You said, looking back down at the book.

“Well, if you need any help, I’m very good at potions. I always get perfect marks in his class.” Draco said, not ready to have your attention taken away from him.

“Oh, you do?” You asked, looking back up at him.

“Yes, I do. And I’ve already finished the paper. So if you need any help, you can always let me know. I do pretty well in the other classes too, but I do the best in potions.” He said, his voice and smile turning smug.

“Interesting. I didn’t take you to actually do well in classes. I’ve always heard you mouth off in them.” You said, leaning back in the chair to give him your full attention.

He chuckled at your comment. “That doesn’t mean I’m not smart.” 

“No, I suppose it doesn’t.” You admitted.

“Is there anything I might be able to help you with?” He asked, looking at the page you had the book opened to.

“Uh, yeah, actually. You can help by going back to your little friends. I don’t need help from a know-it-all. I can do this on my own.” You said with a smile.

He gave you a shocked expression, clearly not expecting the rejection. He cleared his throat before speaking. “Fair enough. You seem smart enough to do your own work. Offer still stands though.” He said, pushing off the table to go back to his friends.

Blaise’s idea was a little more discreet. Now, you already said you didn’t like bad boys, good boys, jocks, nerds, what was left? Blaise had to think about it and he realized the last thing he could try was being artistic. Which he wasn’t. So he stole Mattheo’s sketchbook and sat by the lake after he heard you say you were planning on taking a walk out there to your friends.

He pretended to draw in the book, keeping the pages facing him so you couldn’t tell when you approached. He glanced up when he saw you walking, giving you a warm smile. “Hey, (Y/N).”

You looked over at him, giving him a smile back as you stopped in front of him. “Oh, hey, Blaise. What are you doing?”

He closed the sketchbook and leaned back on his hands, ignoring the way the grass poked his palms. “Oh, I was just drawing. It relaxes me.”

“Right.” You said, glancing at the sketchbook before looking around. “It is rather beautiful out here. I see why you’d come here to draw.” 

“Yeah, it’s calm and not too many people come out here.” He nodded, watching you look around before looking back at him. “I like drawing the…nature around here.” He gestured vaguely.

“Really? I would think you’d draw something more complicated than some trees.” You said playfully. 

“I do. Sometimes. It’s just the trees are easy, so it’s like a mindless activity for me to do to clear my mind.” He said, trying to make up something to impress you on the spot.

“Oh, okay. Would you mind showing me something?” You said, pointing at the sketchbook in his lap.

“Oh, I don’t share my drawings. They’re kinda just for me.” He said, putting a hand over the cover.

“Okay.” You said with an awkward chuckle. “I swear I’ve seen Mattheo with a book just like that. Do you both have the same one?”

“Oh, yeah, he saw mine and wanted the same one.” He lied, nodding.

“Makes sense.” You nodded too for a moment. “Is that why it has an ‘MR’ on the front?” You asked with a smile.

“What?” He asked, moving his hand to look at the sketchbook, seeing the ‘MR’ Mattheo put in the corner. “Damn, we must have gotten ours switched.”

You chuckled at that, understanding he was lying, but didn’t say anything. Yet. “Well, hopefully one day you’ll show me your drawings. Have fun with them.” You said before continuing your walk.

The boys had been after you for weeks and you were fed up. You finally snapped when they were all hanging out in the courtyard, watching you do some classwork and you could hear them talking about you. You stood up and walked over to them. The boys quickly looked away and shut up as they saw you approaching.

“Alright. I know what you guys are doing. You’re not as discreet as you guys think.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What are you talking about?” Mattheo asked, being the only one who would look at you now.

“I’m talking about you guys putting on these acts to get with me. You don’t know what my type is so you guys are trying different things to win me over, but none of you are being yourselves. It was funny at the start, but now it’s just getting ridiculous.” You said, giving Mattheo an unamused look.

“You’re not gonna give any of us a chance?” Enzo asked, looking over at you now.

“Not if you guys are being stupid. I know you’re not a jock. You haven’t even tried out for the quidditch team. Blaise, I know you don’t draw. You just stole Mattheo’s book.” You said, looking between the two boys you addressed.

“You what?” Mattheo turned to Blaise.

“I wouldn’t start with him. I know you’re going overboard with the ‘bad boy’ persona.” You said, getting his attention. “And Draco, I know you’re smart, but you’re not the nerdy, know-it-all type you’re playing.” You said, turning your attention to the blonde. “And lastly, Theo, I know you’re going over the top with being nice and chivalrous. It’s cute, but I know you’re a player.” You said to Theo before nodding. “I think that addresses it all.”

“So if we act like ourselves you might give one of us a chance?” Draco asked.

“Is that all you guys took away from that?” You shook your head in disbelief. The boys just shrugged and muttered little ‘yes’s. “Unbelievable.” You said before going back to where your classwork was.

“That didn’t answer the question!” Mattheo called out to you before the boys moved to follow you.

[girlboypersonthingy]

omg i love your blog sm!! it’s been a while since ive been in the fandom and i didn’t think anyone wrote for vld anymore, ahhhh but i love the way you write!! you’re so so talented!! how do you think a love triangle sitch with keith and lance would play out? i love the both but UGHHHH THE DRAMA I LOVE IT😩😩

Oh my god thank you so much! I’m so flattered asfdafh 🥰🥹 I know the fandom is dead to most but not to all. I’m still here and voltron will always live on in my heart ❤️‍🔥 BRO THIS PROMPT??? PLZ ITS SO GOOD AAHHH ENJOY!

❤️Love Triangle💙

Okay first of all, these two would try to win you over IN COMPLETELY OPPOSITE WAYS.

Lance is, of course, over the top and very romantic and kind of cliche but so considerate and thoughtful and sweet.

Keith will be more nonchalant and mysterious, trying to use his skills and talents to impress you. He’s the type to slowly win you over by being very genuine and honest.

It started when Lance threw a pick up line your way and not only was the line terrible…but you actually laughed at it. It brought some pink to your cheeks as well. They both noticed that.

Lance was very smug about the fact that he made you giggle and blush.

Keith was a little annoyed at first, thinking Lance was just being his usual obnoxious self. So Keith just kept trying to make moves on you in his own way.

One day, Lance walked into the training room to see you and Keith sitting beside each other on the floor, breathing heavily as if you’d just decided to take a break. He couldn’t really hear what Keith was saying but you looked very focused, very into the conversation and you two were sitting just a little bit too close for his liking.

Lance didn’t like the eyes you were making at the red paladin

But Keith sure did. He was so excited to be sitting so close to you.

Then it’s like the spider man meme of them pointing at each other like 😧👉🏻 👈🏻😮

“Wait! You like (Y/N)? No no no, you can’t! I like (Y/N)!”

“Well I liked them first!”

“No! No! Dibs!”

“Really? Dibs?” *eye roll*

For the next week, they’re both acting like goofballs around you.

It’s kind of hilarious and very entertaining for you because…you notice that they start adopting each other’s ways of flirting and dropping hints. They do a little swap.

It’s like they think the other person has a better chance with you so they try to switch it up and copy each other. Lance thinks Keith’s ‘mysterious bad boy’ persona is something you’re into. Keith thinks you find happiness in all the silly, goofy things Lance does. So they both try to switch it up in hopes of making you fall for them. Does that make sense?

Imagine Keith trying to use a pick up line on you and failing miserably. He’s probably sweating through his shirt and his mouth is dry bc he’s so close to you, he can smell your shampoo. He’d end up stuttering and then getting really pissed at himself for looking dumb in front of you. May go back to his room and pout if he felt things didn’t go well.

Now imagine Lance trying to be all soft spoken and mysterious, trying to act cool. Lance trying not to talk too much is the equivalent of him holding his breath. It’s only a matter of time before he breaks character and says some dumb, cheesy shit that has you rolling your eyes. He awkwardly shuffles away to his room and also pouts bc he feels like he’s just loud and annoying.

The boys got into a yelling match about it once. The pot just boiled over and all you could do was watch.

That was their very shitty, joint confession of their feelings for you- them screaming about who likes you more, who liked you first, who you’re more compatible with, ect ect blah blah blah

All right in front of you

And all the while, the whole team is so confused

Cue Allura and Hunk stepping in between them because both their faces are turning red from anger and jealousy.

Everyone just looks at Shiro like 👀

Shiro, the dad of the group: 🙄😤 “fine…”

Shiro sits them both down for a long chat and by the end of it, the boys have come to terms with the fact that they both like you and not only is it your choice who you’d want to be with, but there’s a lot of other things to be worried about rn. They shouldn’t, and they won’t, pressure you.

Buuttttt…they do keep up some of the same things they like to do with you.

Keith still trains with you often (and he really enjoys helping you with your stance/posture bc he gets to be touchy✨)

Lance still invites you into his room to play video games (and he always seems out of breath when you sit so close to him, your arm touching his)

They try their best to control their temper around you and they try not to be around when you’re with the other person. They don’t need to see you being all close and personal with someone who isn’t them. :,(

The boys just continue to be their normal selves with you. They figure you should get to know them, the real them, before you make any decisions.

Yes, they both like you.

Yes. They’re both very competitive and very jealous.

But they respect each other and they respect you.

And we are in the middle of an intergalactic war right now, this is not a real priority.

They’ll give you some time and a pace to think about it.

Now comment on this post and tell me who you’d choose 😈 I love them both so so much but Lance is my soulmate for sure

[lenaariewrld]

C.42 — what about you?

ON THE AIR — childe x reader smau

| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?

| WC; 3.6k

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After a long, and frankly a little stuffy, car ride to the beach house that Childe had helped book, you all finally arrived and got out. You practically leaped from the car as soon as Keqing put it into park, stretching out your sore limbs. “Ahh, fresh air,” You sighed dreamily, the stiffness alleviating from your arms as you held them out to feel the gentle breeze. It was the early evening, the air was still a little cold, but the breeze was warm and inviting. Perfectly framing the glow of the sky as the sun set a rich marigold hue, just starting to dip below the horizon.

About a hundred feet from you was the shore of the beach, the sparse grass giving way to glittering white sand. And, eventually, to the waves that waded in and out of shore. You drank it all in, breathing in as you heard each crash of a swell, clear as day even from here. The breeze that drifted in was salty and fresh.

“Y/nnie, help us carry in the luggage!”

Cyno’s deflated squawk of your name calls you from your thoughts and you immediately turn back to the car. You giggle as you see him heave one of the larger suitcases out of the trunk to carry it in. “Sorry,” You duck out of his way and reach for your own hold of bags, unloading more of the suitcases.

With a satisfied grunt, you set two of the cases down inside, taking in the interior of the place. It was moderately decorated and clean, with giant floor-to-ceiling windows on the wall facing the shore. But it still felt homey. “OK, dibs on the master bedroom!” Ganyu comes in behind you, laughing as Cyno immediately turns to make a rebuttal.

“Let’s just do a coin toss for it. We only have enough for three of us to get solo rooms,” You remind with a fond smile, pulling out your wallet from your bag. 

“I think we should leave the master for the doublers, then,” Childe chimed in, following dutifully behind Keqing with the last of the luggage. You leaned against a taller suitcase as everyone packed into the main area of the bnb. The five of you nodded in agreement.

You flip the coin with your thumb, letting everyone call out heads or tails. Eventually, it was decided that you, Ganyu, and Childe got solo rooms; Keqing and Cyno paired up. “Happy?” You looked at your white-haired friend, who was already beaming at you. He clicked his teeth proudly, helping Keqing move their things into the bigger room upstairs. Childe claimed the last room upstairs, which left you and Ganyu downstairs.

You took your time settling in and taking in the house, eventually meandering back to the main living room area. Cyno was already there, casually scrolling on his phone. You perch yourself on the arm of the couch next to him, earning an affectionate pat on your calf before leaning back. He was more reserved with his touch now, you noticed.

Keqing came down next, looking around the rest of the house before coming back to the living room. “How hungry are you guys?”

“I can probably wait an hour or so, I’m still a little carsick,” You say, with a shrug, leaning back on your hands. “Me too,” Cyno agreed half-alert, fixing his hair into a mustache by pinching it between his upper lip and nose, his face screwed in concentration. You giggle as the two of you lock eyes, turning your attention back to Keqing.

“There’s a grill back there,” The woman says, glancing through the other doorway opposing the hallway to the rooms, where the kitchen and side deck were. You hummed in interest. “That’s if-” She adds, looking at you and Cyno, “-anyone wants to cook.”

“We could make it another toss-up,” You volunteered.

“What toss-up?” Childe calls, coming off the stairs. Honestly, he looked a little dorky with a hairband pushing his hair back and his jorts (yes, JORTS). You smiled to yourself while he looked between you all, placing a hand on his hip and fanning himself with his shirt. It wasn’t until he glanced in your direction that you looked away, catching yourself staring.

“For cooking,” Cyno told him during your sudden silence. He gestured for Childe to join in, sitting up a little bit. ”For dinner,” He adds. The other man hums as he takes a seat across from you both. Keqing follows his cue and moves further into the room, typing on her phone as she holds your attention.

“Well, we need to get the food to cook, first. So, two people can be assigned to dinner duty, and anyone who wants to chip in after can do so.” She looks between the three of you. “How about that?’ She raises her brows and closes her phone, leaving the floor open for anyone else’s opinion.

Childe raises his hand, which makes Cyno giggle. “I’m okay with that, but I don’t mind helping shop and cook,” He volunteers himself. Keqing nods and looks between you and Cyno. Before he gets the chance to speak, you shrug and stand up. “I haven’t done much yet, so I can help too,” You say. Your friends exchange a quick look but don’t fight you.

Soon enough, you find yourself packing into the car with Childe, a short list of groceries hastily written in your notes app. You roll the windows down in the car, leaning your elbow on the windowsill. “It’s been years since I’ve been to the beach,” You muse, watching the shore disappear in the mirror as Childe drives up the driveway and to the closest town. He hums from the driver's seat.

“Me too,”

You lean your cheek against your arm. The wind brushes through your hair, kissing your cheeks and the tips of your ears, or tickling your neck. The lights on the street dye a hazy yellow around you. You turn to look at Childe, adjusting yourself comfortably. “Are you happy to be here?” You ask.

“On the trip?” Childe replies. You nod. “I mean, yeah... Why wouldn’t I?” He shrugs. You look at him with a raised brow, not disbelieving, but not entirely believing him.

“Just curious..”

The grocery trip is pretty quick, overall. You and Childe put your combined skills to use to retrieve everything and get home before it got too late and too dark, successfully pulling into the driveway with an hour of daylight left to spare. The others help you put everything away and start prepping.

You easily get into the role of directing everyone around, laughing as you give different directions to your friends. Ganyu connects her phone to a speaker and plays her playlist for the trip, singing along as she chops up and skewers some vegetable kabobs. Childe and her work together. You prep most of the sauces and chop up the meat, handing it off for Cyno and Keqing to season and skewer.

The prep breezed by quickly with your shared drinks and conversations. You take over cleaning up the dishes while everyone else files out to where the table and grill were.

Outside, you hear Cyno scolding Childe for sampling some of the food fresh from the grill, and Keqing laughing while she sets out some plates and cutlery. You finish cleaning up the cutting boards, knives, and mixing bowls before joining your friends, your drink bottle propped on your knee as you drop onto a chair.

“–Anyway, I was telling this story about this customer I had come in one day,” Cyno gets back to what he was saying once his focus returned to grilling, having taken over temporarily while Childe got himself a drink. “But I was running through my usual questions; asking how their day was a shit, y’know? And she deadass looks at me–” He turns dramatically to all of you, a hand on his hip for emphasis, “-and says, ‘Better now. You have the face of a porn star I used to love!’”

You gawk at the absurdity of what he just said, over taken by laughter while Ganyu slaps her hand over her mouth. “Are you kidding me?”

“No! She was completely serious. I didn’t even know how to respond! I was just like ‘oh. Okay’” The white-haired man laughs, shrugging it off. You catch your breath while Keqing sighs dramatically.

“Sometimes, people just lose their common sense filter when they face hospitality workers… There’s no other reason they act that absurd,” She says, taking a drink.

You tip your bottle to her. “That or they are just that stupid and obtuse.” You retort.

Your friends hum or add in their own comments, continuing with the conversation and chipping in with more stories of the like, thoroughly entertaining everyone and killing the time until you all can eat. You’re sure that all of you are being thoroughly annoying and loud, but it was summer and it was warm and you felt at ease. So, who cares. Once a good portion of the food was cooked, Childe helps divvy out the food and everyone picks apart the plates. Your cheeks are flush as you eat and laugh and chat, caught up in the moment.

You catch Childe’s eyes, the two of you exchanging a quiet look while Ganyu and Cyno serenade each other with a Rihanna song, unapologetically loud and dramatic. “Aren’t they fun?” You mouth, smiling.

The man nods. “I see why you are so close to them,” He mouths back and holds out the bottom of his bottle. You clink yours against his.

Everyone was thoroughly relaxed as your dinner progressed, the hours ticking by while you all fill up, taking your time. The conversation devolved into discussions of philosophy– such as if chickens can be raised by cats, or which Twilight movie was more accurate to Shakespeare –as it got later.

The hollers of laughter you all continue to stir in each other bled into the calm blue of the night.

And eventually, you all decide to head inside and clean up. You watch Keqing and Ganyu set up a movie on the television in the living room. Cyno cleans out the grill quickly with Childe, making sure all the coals were extinguished and whatnot before calling it a night. You decide to rest as well, wishing sweet dreams to everyone else in the house before ducking into your room.

You breeze through your nightly routine and fall into bed, curled comfortably in the ridiculously soft sheets. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep..

However, it also doesn’t last long, as you wake up sometime around four-ish. You blink blearily, staring at the ceiling. It takes you a second to realise what had woken you up was a soft knocking on the door of your room, as a second soft tok tok against the wood makes you get up. You pad over to the door, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you pull it open.

“...Childe?” Your brows furrow in confusion at said man, who looks wide awake despite the early hour.

“Sorry for waking you up,” He whispers, leaning slightly on the door frame. “I want to show you something,” He wiggles his brows enticingly, a casual smile spreading on his face. You stare at him blankly.

“Really?”

“You’ll like it,” He rolls his eyes at your dry response, holding out his hand. “And leave your shoes here,” He adds. You raise a brow curiously, hesitating. Your hand was still on the door. Though you were comfortable around Childe again, and you’d hung out with him one-on-one as friends since you forgave him, it hadn’t happened often. And not at night.

Why did this feel familiar?

Fuck it. You take a deep breath and close the door behind you, making a dramatic show of dropping your hand into his. His eyes crinkly pleasantly as a grin splits onto his face, and he pulls you forward with him. With quiet but eager steps, he leads you through the living room. The two of you are careful not to disturb the women passed out on the soda, cuddled up with a quilt.

You catch a glimpse of their intertwined hands and make a mental note to question Ganyu about it later.

For now, though, your focus is on Childe, your eyes trailing to the back of his head. He leads the two of you out the back door and off the deck, helping you down over the railing. You smile, full of glee, as your feet make contact with the sand of the beach. It’s still warm from the sun of the day.

It’s soft too, cradling your steps as you and Childe walk hand-in-hand closer to the shore. It gets colder the closer you get to the water, icy and shifting. You inhale sharply as the water first touches your skin, sending a shiver up your body. “Look,” The man squeezes your palm and points at a specific set of waves in the distance. Where the horizon stretches into miles and miles of blue-black, churning beyond your vision.

You squint to see what he’s gesturing at.

In the distance, getting clearer the longer you stare at the pitch darkness, is a pod of animals cresting over the water. It’s hard to tell exactly what they are from how far away you are, but it’s still something to see. Hearing the waves crash and break over the shoreline while they flip tails and turn over in the glittering water. You stare in awe.

“This time of year, tons of whale pods make stops near this part of the ocean during their migrations,” Childe tells you, his eyes trained on the aquatic creatures. “Sometimes, separated family pods will join up with them again here for mass migrations or breeding seasons,” He continues casually, as if it were common knowledge.

You hum.

It’s quiet as you both take in what you can see. Childe tells you more facts until the waves and the whale pod become so hard to distinguish, you’re sure they’re not even there anymore. “Are you secretly a merman?” You break the silence and glance over at the ginger.

He laughs, caught off guard by your question. “I’m serious!” You laugh as you shove his shoulder. He stumbles a step or two before righting himself.

“Sure you are,” He says.

“But… I mean, are you really into the ocean or something?” You question, rocking back and forth. You were getting accustomed to the temperature of the water now, wading until you were calf-deep in it, your shorts tucked high just in case. Childe sucks his teeth, running his hands through his hair.

He looks like a model.

His hair curled more with the salty sea air, his eyes reflecting the moonlight as he looked over the water, and his skin tanned and dotted. The breeze tousled his clothes, and you stared for a moment. He looked real.

“I got really into them when I was like, ten,” He answers after a moment of contemplation, his hands relaxing on his hips. “I grew up in a land-locked area, so until I moved I had never really seen the ocean. But even before that, I was obsessed with the sea and sea animals..” He tells you.

“When you moved here…” You repeat quietly, talking more to yourself in the moment. You had never really discussed either of your lives before university, too busy trying to keep up with your never-ending schedules. “Do you miss it? Miss your family?”

“Of course,” Childe looks at you then. “It was better for them if I left, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t wish to go back to them,”

“Why did you leave?”

He tilts his head at your question, but you keep your attention on the waves circling around your knees. “I don’t mean to pry,” You tell him. “I’m just curious.. I would’ve never chosen to leave my family,”

Childe makes a sound of acknowledgement. He wades further into the water with you, stepping closer so you don’t have to raise your voice as much. He laughs when you step out of his reach, giggling when he reaches for you again and ends up stumbling deeper into the water. “I don’t know much about your life…” You begin, holding out your hand to help balance yourselves against the waves, your laughter dying down as he slides his hands over your arms, holding on while he shakes the water from his hair and face. “So, if you’re comfortable with it, I want to know more about you.” You tell him.

“Oh, I see…” Childe smiles sheepishly. He holds your shoulders as a particularly strong wave crashes over the both of you, cutting off the conversation momentarily while you squeal at the cold water splashing onto your arms and stomach. He rubs your arms up and down like he was warming you up, the both of you laughing quietly.

“Come on,” You pat his arm encouragingly.

The man thinks for a second.

“I left to protect them, and to protect myself, I guess…,” He says. “I-it was a hard decision, obviously… but necessary, you know.” He trails off, rubbing the side of his neck.

You give him a quiet look to go on when he glances at you, nodding quietly to show you’re listening.

“When I was younger, I was a lot more vicious… and I got into fights a lot, which wasn’t great for my family either. Then my dad died… and, it kind of became my role to look after the family. My mother and my older sisters couldn’t do that by themselves, not in the way things were set up for us..” Childe continues on, a distant look in his eyes as he looked towards the horizon again.

“So I did some shitty things in order to keep people from questioning us. Making money so my sisters could dress the best way possible or my mother could afford to go to banquets and gala’s her job invited her to… and I did what I had to to protect their reputation and safety, which including coming abroad,” He shyly ends off, refusing to look at you now. His ears grow darker as you stare at him.

“Did you kill people?”

“What? No!” Childe waves his hands rapidly, his whole face burning bright red now. “I just mean I paid them off and shit,” He explains, embarrassed about the whole thing. Your mouth parts in a little ooohhh expression as you process it.

“You make it sound so serious…” You sigh. The man shrugs. You can’t say you were surprised by what Childe told you. Getting into fights with people for having a big mouth and a cocky attitude seemed to be his biggest crutch. That being said, what you didn’t expect was that he so readily upended his life for his family.

“I just hate talking about myself and… I’m not proud of what I did to get here,”

You nod. “That’s fair, but you can’t change it.. So, there’s no point trying to keep it from people who want to be there for you, you know?” You turn in a slow circle, taking in the scenery of the ocean. 

“What about you?”

“What about me?” You raised a brow, facing forward to feel the breeze against your face. Childe was still holding onto a couple of your fingers, following your meandering steps while you talked.

“Your family…” He leaves the question in the air, breaching just the general topic.

You press your lips together for a second. “Well, my mother was a control freak and a helicopter parent and my dad was abusive and neglectful.” You say matter-of-factly. “They always thought I was ungrateful, and after they heard rumors about me at the university… they cut me off and sort of disowned me. Now, we weren’t rich, but it was something I could’ve fallen back on back then..”

You sigh, deflating a little as you told the story. “In the end, they were right. I was kind of ungrateful about what I had, but they still sucked, so ultimately I’m glad I had to go through that.. I’m better off taking care of myself,”

“Oh,” was Childe’s only response.

“Stupid, I know..” You can’t help but laugh dryly. The man nods, squeezing your hand softly in reassurance.

“You have your friends, at least,” He reminds you, glancing towards the little house your other friends are asleep in currently. You nod.

The two of you talked a little bit longer like that, wading around in the shallows and trading stories about your families and lives before you met each other. When the sky started getting lighter, the stars starting to fade into the washed out blues as the sun rose higher, you and Childe decided to call it a night.

The both of you trekked back to the airbnb, giggling as you washed the sand off your feet and tiptoed back into the house. Thankfully, everyone was still asleep as you headed back towards your rooms.

Before you parted ways, the man wished you a goodnight, squeezing your hand. “Um… thank you for talking with me,” He whispered. You smiled, physically unable to stop it. Just the sight of his sheepish expression made your reservations melt. Maybe you were soft-hearted, but he was trying. And you could see that.

“Good night, Ajax,” You whispered, leaning forward just slightly until your lips brushed ever-so-slightly against the apple of his cheek, a flush soon dusting his skin as you stepped back into your room. “Get your rest,”

You don’t catch the grin stretching on his lips as soon as you close your door, or the way he nearly skips to his room, but you feel the same giddiness regardless, changing out of your semi-soaked clothes and flopping into your bed again to catch any more sleep possible…

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A/Ns: SORry that it took so long to write this <//3 writers block is a bitch.. anyway, enjoy the fluff of this chapter!! as always, any interactions are loved and appreciated, and so are you! <33

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[woman-of-balnain]

Bold as Love Part 2 (Arthur x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 | Masterlist | A03 Ver.

Summary: A requested part 2, where the Reader gets back at Arthur for making her jealous.

A/N: @anyas-stuff, I hope it's okay. I wasn't sure if I was making him too dominant, and then later if he wasn't dominant enough lol 😅 Please let me know if you aren't happy with any of it and I'll edit it to your liking.

Warnings: Possessive Arthur, jealous Arthur, dominant Arthur, reader flirting with some random guy lol, Arthur punching and threatening said guy, swearing/cursing, smut, unprotected sex, spanking, creampie, no use of Reader's name/Y/N etc.

Word Count: 3,409

Divider by: cafekitsune

You were treading into dangerous waters as you flirted with the handsome man you’d spotted while in the Bastille Saloon. Arthur had noticed that you were still annoyed with him for going off to see Mary, so he’d taken you out of camp for the night, planning for you both to spend some time alone together in Saint Denis. But the saloon was filled with people, meaning Arthur had to work harder than usual to get the bartender’s attention.

That had given you the perfect opportunity to get back at him. All it took was spotting this attractive stranger - who was clearly interested in you - from across the room. You had made your way over to him, struck up a lascivious conversation and now you were seated in his lap, toying with him and waiting for Arthur to notice.

You played with the collar of the man’s jacket, while his hand disappeared under your skirt, trailing up the bare skin of your leg. You hoped Arthur would realize soon, before things got to a point where backing out would cause a scene.

“How ‘bout we find somewhere more private, beautiful?” The man spoke deeply, right by your ear.

You tried to think of a way to stall him. He was attractive, sure, but you had no real interest in him other than to incite Arthur’s jealousy.

“This feller botherin’ you darlin’?”

Speak of the devil.

You tried to hide your smirk, not wanting to give yourself away as you turned your head to regard him.

“No,” you replied simply. “We’re just talking.”

Arthur looked absolutely livid, and his gaze only hardened even further as the man snaked his other arm around your waist.

“Yeah, back off mister,” the man told Arthur, not seeming to realize that he knew you, let alone that you were together. “I saw her first, so I’m havin’ her first. You can do what you want with her after that.”

You tensed at his words, disgusted by the way he talked about you like you were just some shiny new toy that he got the first dibs on playing with. But you barely had time to truly react, because Arthur seemed to like it even less. He moved with lightning speed, pulling you away from the other man right before he brought his fist back and then slammed it into the bastard’s face.

“I best not hear you talk about her like that again,” Arthur warned him lowly, seething with anger. “’Cause if I do, I’ll do worse than just breakin’ your nose.”  

Your heart pounded with excitement as Arthur took hold of your wrist and you got one final look at the blood pouring down the man’s face before you were being pulled up the stairs and towards the hotel room Arthur had booked. You let out a startled gasp as your back was pushed against the wall of the room after you entered it.

Arthur’s gaze was dark with both anger and possessive desire. You couldn’t stop the small smirk that played across your lips, as you realized that you had successfully brought out his jealousy.

“Did you forget you’re mine, darlin’?” He asked in that deep and gruff tone of his.  

He was pressed right up against you, his eyes heated as one of his hands moved to your collarbone. Arthur’s fingertips brushed over your skin, teasing in the way that he was barely touching you, but providing just enough contact to leave you wanting more.

“Are you jealous?” You asked him playfully, attempting to mask the way his touch always got to you.

“He had his hand up your skirt,” Arthur practically growled out. “I’m the only one who gets to touch you like that.”

His answer only confirmed your suggestion, even though he didn’t outright admit it. You reveled in the raw possessiveness that you found in his gaze, feeling yourself already becoming wet with anticipation. You tried to bite back a moan as Arthur began hiking up your skirt until your bare legs were revealed.

“Where did he touch you?” Arthur’s fingertips trailed softly over your knee. “Here?”

“Mmm hmm,” you nodded slowly, eyelids drooping slightly as you bit down on your bottom lip in open desire.

“What about here?” He moved his hand further up your thigh.

“Yes.”

Arthur’s eyes narrowed with annoyance, but his touch kept travelling further upwards until he reached the very top.

“You better not have let him touch you here, darlin’,” Arthur warned you lowly, his hand cupping your now dripping wet pussy.

“What if I did?”

“I’ll go back down there and kill the son of a bitch.”

You should have found that to be a turnoff and you should have felt shame due to the fact that it only filled you with more desire for your man. But you felt neither of those things and your pussy just got wetter at the possessive fury Arthur was exhibiting.

“Sweetheart, don’t you dare tell me you’re this wet for anyone but me.”

“What? I’m not allowed to have a little fun with someone else?”

You were referring to him going off to see Mary, of course. The number of times your mind had tortured you with imagined images of what the two of them might have got up to in that dark theatre left you rightfully angry.

Yet, you realized with satisfaction that Mary seemed to be furthest thing from Arthur’s mind in that moment. He didn’t seem to pick up on your insinuation and instead he just seemed to get angrier at the idea of you wanting any man who wasn’t him.

“You’re mine,” he reminded you again. “And you’re gonna prove it to me.”

Your eyebrows raised in question, but he didn’t give you time to think over and guess at what he might mean. Arthur took hold of your wrist again, pulling you over to the bed and unceremoniously pushing you down onto it. Then, his hands were on you, unfastening the belt around your waist, which kept your skirt up.

You were quick to work on removing your blouse as well, flinging it off to the side at the same time Arthur pulled the skirt down your legs. Once you were naked before him, he took a moment to eye you up and down with open lust before his gaze hardened again.

“Turn around.” He ordered.

“Or what?” You challenged. You were still unwilling to give in, partly out of pride and partly because you wanted to see how far you could push him and just how possessive and dominant he could get.

“Don’t make me ask again, darlin’,” he warned. “Or it’ll be ten instead of five and I’ll keep goin’ up ‘til you listen.”

Ten what? You wondered.

You did as he said though, turning around until your stomach was pressed against the bed.

“Lift up your hips,” he continued instructing you.

You lifted them up, resulting in your ass being presented to him.

“That’s it,” he praised. “My good girl.”

You felt the coarseness of his calloused hands smoothing over your exposed ass, his fingertips trailing over the naked skin before he squeezed down appreciatively. Then, he moved his touch down to your dripping folds, stroking along the slit of your pussy and then up to your clit, causing your legs to shake with need.

“That feel good, darlin’?”

“Mmm,” you couldn’t form any words as your body became desperate for more.

“What was that?” Arthur teased you by pulling his hand away. “Tell me.”

“It feels good,” you moaned out, pushing your hips up even further in an attempt to have him touch you again.

“What does?”

“You…” the reply was breathless and filled with desire. “Touching me.”

“Good girl,” you could practically hear the smirk he must’ve had. “Just my touch, right darlin’?”

You managed to regain some of your stubbornness now that he had relinquished his touch, so you bit back a little.

“Maybe…”

Yet, you were surprised when Arthur didn’t verbally respond straight away, and the only thing you could hear was the sound of him removing his gun belt. You went to turn your head and look at him, but Arthur was quick to give you another order.

“Eyes forward, sweetheart.”

You did as he said, waiting with anticipation as you heard him place the belt on the dresser before the sound of clothes rustling filled the room. Then, Arthur’s body was bending down over yours, pressing against you until his lips were right by your ear. You realized that he had stripped as you felt his hardened length against your lower back.

“I want you to count for me gorgeous,” his deep and gravelly voice spoke into your ear. “Can you do that for me?”

“What?” You asked in confusion.

“You’ll know when to start,” was all he said in response.

Then Arthur was pulling back, and you expected to feel his cock thrusting into you fast and hard. You were aching to have him filling you up, deep inside. But you weren’t expecting to feel the forceful and sharp slap of his hand against your ass. A shocked sound – something between a moan and gasp – escaped your lips.

“I told you to count, darlin’,” he reminded you. “If you forget, this’ll just take longer.”

“Oh, fuck!” You moaned out, realizing that he was going to make you endure this at least another four times.

The sharp sting of his hand against your skin was shocking and gave you just the slightest twinge of pain, but it also made your pussy even more wet and needy for him.

“You got a dirty mouth, gorgeous,” he chuckled darkly. “But that ain’t what I wanna hear right now.”

He spanked his hand down again, his free one holding your hip to steady you.

“T-two,” you got out.

“No, sweetheart, that was one.”

You groaned, realizing that he was serious about drawing it out even longer if you lost count.

“One,” you corrected yourself, your pussy clamping down on nothing as you yearned to have him just fuck you already.

“Good girl,” he praised, squeezing down on your hip.

“Oh, Christ! Two…”

He had brought his hand down again and the sweet mix between pain and pleasure was already too much to bear.

“Look at you darlin’,” Arthur admired the sight of you. “Your pussy is soaked. Is this turning you on?”

“Please, Arthur,” you begged, noting how he had stopped. “I need you inside me.”

“You sure?” He asked, making you frown.

“Of course, I’m sure!”

“You don’t want that feller downstairs?”

“No,” you insisted. “I just wanted to get back at you… Make you jealous too…”

“Oh darlin’, I ain’t jealous,” Arthur told you lowly. “I am god damned furious.”

He brought his hand down again, a little harder this time and you scrambled to get out the word ‘three’.

“You’re mine,” he said yet again. “All mine.”

Your only response was another deep and desperate moan, so he did it another time, forcing you to continue counting.

“Say it, darlin’,” he coaxed you, his fingers soothing your skin by tracing lightly over where he had been spanking you.

“I’m yours,” you breathed out. “Just yours.”

Then you were crying out in euphoric bliss as he pulled back and finally thrust into you, deep and hard.

“Don’t forget it sweetheart,” Arthur warned you. “You do that again, and I won’t leave the bastard alive.”

Your hands balled into fists, clutching tightly at the sheets as he continued to pound into you.

“Your body is attuned to mine,” he grit out, quickly becoming lost in his own sense of desire. “You think another man can make you feel like this?”

“No,” you breathed out, knowing he was right.

He didn’t even have to touch you. Just one heated look, or the way his voice deepened and got rougher with arousal was enough to make your body yearn for him.

“Shit, darlin’,” he groaned, finally giving away just how badly he needed you too. “You’re always so tight around me.”

Arthur faltered just briefly, taking a second to enjoy the way your pussy wrapped around him so snugly, before he pulled all the way out and then slammed back in again. Your entire body seemed to thrust forward from the force of it and you could no longer hold back the constant and eager sounds that left you.

“That’s it,” Arthur encouraged you huskily. “Don’t hold back, darlin’. I want everyone here to know what I do to you.”

You bent your head down, letting it rest against the bed as the feel of his velvety but rock-hard length against your walls brought you closer and closer to the edge. You were so wrapped up in the fact that he was finally deep inside of you, that when his hand slapped your ass again, gentler this time, you almost forgot his earlier instructions. But you managed to moan out the number ‘five’ in time and then his hands were on your hips again, using his grip on them to give him leverage as his merciless rhythm continued.

“You’re close, darlin’,” he observed. “I can feel it. What do you need?”

You could only moan in response, but Arthur didn’t seem to mind. He knew your body just as well as he knew his own. He lifted you up until your back was pressed to his chest and then one of his hands gently held your throat, while the other slid down your body until it reached the apex of your thighs.

“You need me to touch you?” Arthur guessed, brushing his fingers ever so slightly against your clit. “Right here?”

“Oh god,” you moaned. “Please Arthur…”

“Tell me.”

“Please touch me. I need it so badly.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder. “Whatever you need.”

Arthur pressed down harder, his fingers rubbing in circular motions over your clit. Your pussy reacted instantly, squeezing down even harder on his cock. He moaned, tilting his head to give you another kiss, this time to the crook of your neck.

“Come on, darlin’,” he coaxed you. “I need to feel you cumming around me.”

He lightly pinched your clit, applying just enough pressure to cause a wave of pure bliss to wash over you.

“Arthur…” you moaned out.

“Shit,” he cursed.

Arthur held your hips tightly, keeping himself buried deep inside while your pussy spasmed perfectly around his cock. He loved the way it felt when you came undone, knowing that it was him who did that to you. Your legs shook and your head fell back to rest against his shoulder as your orgasm left your mind and body reeling. Arthur gave you time for your body to settle again before he was slowly pulling out of you and turning you around to face him.

He hadn’t cum, so you knew he wasn’t done with you yet and you moved to lay back on the bed. Arthur followed, his perfectly chiseled body caging you beneath him. You spread your legs, allowing him to settle between them and you let your eyes move slowly down to look at his chest and the light hairs that spread across it.

Then your gaze descended further, taking in his long and thick cock, still achingly hard. You reached out, wrapping your hand around him and lifting your hips to line him back up. Arthur didn’t waste any time, thrusting quickly back inside you.

“Sweetheart,” he moaned, lowering his head until his forehead rested against yours. “You drive me crazy.”

He moved a little slower then, no longer setting the brutal and ruthless pace from before. Now, he allowed himself to take in every little feeling and sensation, like he was savoring the way your body fit his so perfectly.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

You felt slightly bad for making him so angry, even if it did mean that you’d successfully gotten back at him.

“Just don’t… forget… darlin’,” he murmured between thrusts. “I ain’t gonna… let you go. ‘Specially not to a… son of a bitch… like that.”

He brought his hands to yours, entwining your fingers together and using the grip he had to move his hips quicker and deepen his thrusts.

“You’d better not,” you grit out, your back arching a little from how deeply he was filling you up. “Just like… you’d better not see that… bitch again…”

Arthur just let out a light, amused laugh and it surprised you that he didn’t seem bothered by you cursing her out for once. Then he dipped his head and caught your lips in a fervent kiss, pressing his tongue against yours while he continued his steady but passionate rhythm. The way his cock moved in and out repeatedly, with his hips smacking against yours in desperation, caused that fire to build up in your lower belly again.

You met his thrusts eagerly, loving the feel of his naked and toned chest pressing against your hard nipples, teasing them and the rest of your body even further. You were both covered in a light sheen of sweat, bodies tangled together and desperate for release.

His taste filled your mouth, a mix of whiskey, tobacco and just a hint of the mint he often chewed. Along with the little sounds of pleasure he was letting out, it all meant that you were totally and utterly consumed by Arthur.

He gave one last lingering and deep kiss to your lips before pulling back, releasing his grip on your hands and taking hold of your thighs instead. He picked up the pace again and you realized how close he was. His hips moved rapidly, pounding into you forcefully and your body writhed in ecstasy beneath him.

You peered up to watch him through hooded eyes, seeing the way his own were squeezed shut and his mouth was slightly agape with open lust and desire. Then you looked further down your body and observed the swift way his cock slid in and out of you.

Paired with how it felt, tantalizing your sensitive walls with every stroke, brought you to a state of elation once again. Arthur was getting louder now, unable to hold back the moans and groans of pleasure that rose deep in his throat.

The way he lost control and began to unravel whenever he was close to cumming always turned you on. He threw his head back, muscles flexing slightly as he continued to smack his hips against yours. The sounds coming from him were now becoming more unrestrained and guttural. You were so close as well and when you clamped down even tighter around him, in a vice like grip, he thrust all the way forward, burying his cock completely inside you and holding himself there.

You both let out a simultaneous moan and as the first spurts of his cum filled you up, another orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy milked him, convulsing around his length and making Arthur get completely lost in the feel of you as more desperate sounds escaped him. His cock throbbed inside you, further stimulating your sensitive walls and keeping you in a state of euphoric bliss until his body finally began to settle.

When you looked up at Arthur again, he had a small but content smile playing across his lips, and he regarded you with deep affection. Then, he leaned down again, bringing his body closer to yours so that he could look you right in the eye.

“We good now, darlin’?” He asked, voice still deep and gravelly with unadulterated lust. “’Cause I can’t handle seein’ you like that again, ‘less it’s me you’re wrapped around.”

“We’re good,” you promised him, reaching up to run your fingers over his cheek, the coarseness of his short beard tickling your skin. “Although, jealousy does look good on you.”

You let out a light, playful laugh, showing that you were just teasing him.

“I ain’t jealous,” he insisted once again.

“Sure,” you nodded, still unable to hide your smile.

But Arthur was quick to wipe the smirk of your face, causing it to melt into an expression of desire once again as he stole another kiss from your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and forgetting about everything else but him.

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[teatroll]

someone said "faking an orgasm with miguel is impossible"

so i said "nothing is impossible, baby gorilla" and wrote THIS

enjoy..?

+18; Miguel O'Hara × spider-girl!reader; memes, crack and a bit of smut; one phrase in Spanish; no uses of y/n

Your made up moan forces a low growl out of him. Right into your folds. Not like it was unpleasant or anything, but you were too distracted to notice it.

Now, why were you on your phone when Miguel O'Hara was eating you out like a gentleman?

Oh, that's because you agreed to meet up with your spider gang to watch a movie and you were already late, texting them "sorrys" and "brbacks".

Because Miguel is a feral beast and he pinned you to the wall when you were ready to head out, but you didn't mention that part.

A short "no" didn't cut it. A "i promised them" didn't work either. And since you're just unable to dismiss this man, you agreed because now he promised you to be quick.

Another lie you were facing currently, because it's been more than fifteen minutes during which you couldn't focus on his tongue circling your clit at all, because you were anxious.

Well, what can you say? The movie promised to be good, you kinda genuinely wanted to see it with your new friends.

But today promises seemed to be nothing but a lie well told.

"Oh, i'm cumming..." Jesus fucking Christ, that was so unrealistic you mentally smacked yourself in the face. Did Miguel also notice, or you just imagined that low rumble under the sheets? "Oh, wow, so good..."

How much more cringy can it get? You'd burst into laughter if you weren't texting into the groupchat right now.

Truth be told, it felt good. But Miguel always took his time with you, enjoying every whimper and moan rolling off your tongue, like it were angels singing. It was kinky, but not today. Today time is money, and in that case literally.

You let out another fake moan and slightly twitched your hips for a more plausible effect. Make 'em believe it feels good and they feel like champions afterwards. A motto that right now was useful.

Or wasn't it..?

Miguel's head poked out from under the sheets. A scowl on his face present.

"And what even was that?"

He snarled, showing off his fangs. A sight that usually made your heart rate speed up. Now? Only made you hum in thought.

"An orgasm?"

The silence was tangible as fuck now. O'Hara didn't even flinch when another fake smile appeared on your face.

Yeah, he called dibs on bullshit even before you opened your mouth, that's for sure.

"Miggy, i told you, i'm late!" You protested, lightly shaking your phone with an open groupchat. "Very sweet of you to show me this courtesy, but the guys are waiting for me in the theater!"

"You'll have to call it off." His hot breath on your skin makes you slightly shiver. "I'm not letting you go until i hear you pleading my name for more."

"In that case i'm not going anywhere at all!" You still pout, despite how sweet it feels when he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh.

"That's why you'll call it off." Miguel hoarsely snickers in between your legs.

An eye roll from you doesn't change his mind at all.

"Miggy..." You start with a sly smile before flipping him off. "Vete a la mierda."

"I regret teaching you this." He sighs, pressing his cheek to your inner thigh.

"And i regret agreeing to this." You point with your free hand at O'Hara between your legs, which only makes him smirk.

And that's not his typical smug smirk at all. It's kind of predatory. Hot and dangerous? Yeah, that was it.

"You'll change your mind in just about now..." He hoarsely whispers before sinking his sharp canines into your sensitive flesh.

You loudly gasp, one hand already finding its way into his hair to tug on it desperately. As if that could ever make him stop.

Never in your whole relationship this worked, not even once. After a night well spent, you were always covered in those love bites, not just thigh wise.

And Miguel knew exactly what it did to you, how you can barely hold yourself just now, biting on your bottom lip so hard it draws blood. All that just to prevent a loud moan from escaping your mouth. And he seemed really intended to hear it, his two fingers slipping into you with ease as his thumb circled your now throbbing clit.

Jesus fucking Christ...

You mentally smacked yourself once again as your back arched in pleasure, a chocked moan finally finding its way out of you.

"Now that's much better, cariño." Miguel cooed before pressing another kiss to the love bite.

Were you fucked? Well, yeah, both literally and metaphorically.

Does it feel good? Absolutely, one hundred percent, big fat cock "yes".

However, there was a problem.

An open groupchat.

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pavitr_loves_you:

guys, i'll go get popcorn! any requests?

gweaanda:

extra butter, please

kilometer_moralfull:

ooh!

i wanna try the blueberry one!

pavitr_loves_you:

got it 😉

capitalism_sucks:

pav wait up

i'll go with you

kilometer_moralfull:

anyone seen arachne?

capitalism_sucks:

nope

but i bet she got stuck in webs again

pavitr_loves_you:

🤔

gweaanda:

where is she at?

the movie starts soon

:arachnophobe is recording a voice message:

gweaanda:

finally!

what takes you so long?!

arachnophobe:

▶️---------0:02

kilometer_moralfull:

OMG

gweaanda:

...

sounds like someone is having fun already

capitalism_sucks:

it could be a metaphor

pavitr_loves_you:

what's in it? i can't listen yet, i'm paying up 😩

kilometer_moralfull:

PAVI DON'T !!!

HOBIE GET HIS PHONE RIGHT NOW

pavitr_loves_you:

already on it 👹

damn he got so many emojis

gweaanda:

yeah, anyways...

something tells me she's not coming

capitalism_sucks:

nah it sounds like she is

kilometer_moralfull:

PLEASE STOP ???

...

sorry not sorry..? ;)

[yn-bishop]

Hi I saw you do Nadine Franklin requests! So happy absolutely love Nadine and people should definitely write about her more!

Could you do Nadine x Female reader who is Darians best friend but is the total opposite of him( very quiet etc) and maybe Nadine always had a crush on her and maybe when Nadine and Krista have the party Nadine and reader end up getting together and when they both wake up the next morning Nadine wakes up to find reader gone and she gets sad because she thought she scared her away but Reader is downstairs making breakfast for her and R is more flirty towards her now and she is like “ Well I had to get up early and make breakfast for my girl” and Nadine is a flustered mess ( maybe a bonus if Darian finds out and is like wow did not see that coming while Krista is like are you kidding I had to up with Nadine going on about her for years she didn’t actually pussy out!

Thank you for taking the time to read this request! :) it’s okay if you can’t do it!

Of course I can! I hope you enjoy it!

Party Gone Right

Nadine Franklin x Fem!Reader

“What are you doing?! I called dibs! And you said you weren’t going to drink until after soccer! You failed, failure!” Nadine yells at her brother, words slurred.

“I’m not drinking, this is orange juice, genius. And I’m not kicking my friends out because of some deal that I didn’t even agree too. How drunk is she?” Darian looks at his sisters best friend.

“I have had one drink, now get your friends out of the pool” Krista shakes her head at her friends words and holds up two fingers.

“No-“ Darian is interrupted when the sliding door is opened and closed, shortly followed by a girls voice.

“Darian, are you okay? What’s taking so long?” A soft voice fills the room causing the three of them to look at her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Nadine’s just being an idiot” Nadine scoffs at her brothers words.

“I am not being an idiot. You’re being an idiot, you idiot. I called dibs 3 hours ago and you can’t just show up here unannounced with a bunch of random people” Nadine slurs out before realising who stands before her. Her eyes drift down to the shorter girls arms, then to her legs before finally wandering back up to her face, stopping again at her wet bikini.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I can leave if you want?” Y/n asks with an apologetic look.

“No, not you. I mean, you can stay but only you. The dicks out there need to leave” Nadine is quick to correct the girl before Darian flicks her head before walking back outside

“Sorry” Y/n mumbles quietly before walking outside, following her best friend.

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel? You’re starting to piss me off with all this ‘oh my god, Y/n’s so beautiful’ and ‘oh my god, Y/n’s so nice, how is she even friends with an ass like Darian?’ It’s getting annoying” Krista tells her best friend with an annoyed glare. Nadine glares at her friend before running to the bathroom and chucking up her guts.

Nadine wakes up on the toilet only to see Krista asleep in Darian’s bed before she hears a noise coming from downstairs.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” She asks when she sees the girl scrubbing the carpet.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Y/n asks the taller girl as Nadine shakes her head and sits next to her.

“No, why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Well, someone let Baxter in and he kinda, uh, you know, peed on the floor and Darian was already sleeping so, I figured I would clean it” Y/n responded as she continues scrubbing. Nadine stands up and starts throwing the beer cans in the bin before walking back over to the girl.

“I’m sorry about the party, Darian didn’t tell me about any of it. He just told me to come over so I thought we were just gonna hang out”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault” it’s only then that Y/n notices how close their faces are and she quickly leans in and presses their lips together in a soft kiss before pulling away just as fast.

“Nadine, I’m so sorry! I swear, I didn’t mean to do tha-“ she’s cut off by Nadine’s lips against hers once again.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long. You have no idea” Nadine mumbles against the other girls lips.

“I’ve been waiting just as long. Trust me”

Y/n wakes the next morning to the feeling of someone’s arm around her before she remembers the night before a huge smile appearing on her face. She gets out of the bed and puts one of Nadine’s shirts on, the shirt coming down to her knees then she leaves the room after pressing a kiss to the sleeping girls cheek.

Nadine wakes ten minutes later and realises the other half of her bed is empty. A frown appears on her face, realising that this was just a one time thing and she pulls her clothes back on. Nadine walks downstairs and her eyes widen in shock.

“You’re still here?” Nadine asks with a hopeful tone as she looks at the shorter girl.

“Of course I am. I had to make my girlfriend breakfast didn’t I?” Y/n walks over to the girl and wraps her arms around her neck, pressing her lips against hers in a soft and passionate kiss.

“Uh, what’s happening?” Darian asks as he and Krista walk into the kitchen.

“Wow Nadine. You finally grew up and asked her out. I can’t believe it” Krista smirks at the two as Y/n hides her face in Nadine’s shoulder and Nadine glares at the two of them.

[hopefullyitsextensivebule]

The Hair Cut { D.R.W X Reader }

Pairing: Daniel Wagner x Reader

Writer's Whining: So ya boi got a nice haircut. *Chopped... was an understatement! I wanted to get first dibs on the occasion. This is very short; sorry about that. Also, this fic is a gift for friend of mine 🩵🩵🩵; you know who you are. Warning(s): Extreme fluff! Word Count: 1.1k+

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You checked Josie's story on Instagram and noticed something about Daniel. He wore a black mesh cap with his visor behind his head while driving. You zoomed in and saw that his hair looked incredibly different. You gasped in shock.

He had cut his hair.

You were surprised, to say the least, considering you had grown used to his curls framing his face in a way that resembled the standard bad boy in an 80s rock band in the days of rock' n' roll. Nonetheless, you were very pleased with what you saw.

He had come back to Nashville that weekend, coming around and hanging out with the boys before he made his way to your home. You were expecting him, so you had let the door open for him to walk through.

"Hey, Y/N!" he said with a chippy tone.

You looked up from your book and smiled up at him. "Hey, you," you say, discarding the book and getting up from the couch, slightly skipping to him and hugging his neck. You were trying to feel just how much he chopped off. There was no way you could tell from another hat blocking your view. Your hands placed themselves right at the nape of his neck and casually felt him. "How are you? How was your trip with your sis?" you ask innocently.

"Oh, it was great!" he said, his face beaming excitedly. He went into detail about how he could catch up with his sister, and you were too busy trying to find out how his hair looked. He still had his hate, so he was covering it. Did it look ugly? Did the sides look too close to the skin? You were asking yourself a million questions while Daniel was still speaking. "How was your weekend?"

"What?" you asked, getting out of your head.

"How was your weekend?" he asked as he migrated to the couch and sat beside your spot.

"Oh… it was good," you lied. Your weekend was okay, but you could have done something better with your time. You had to do laundry and restock the fridge, "did a lot of stuff this weekend, you know?"

Daniel engaged the conversation with a nod, having glanced idly at the state of your home and realized you were fibbing. A washing machine with clothes was about to finish its cycle. "I can tell," he said, wanting you to cop out.

You let out a nervous laugh but had depleted into the couch. "Yeah… it's been a tiring weekend."

"Come on," he said, taking your hand and pulling you up from the couch, "let me take care of you."

You protested, not wanting to burden him with mundane things, even though you needed the help, "no, no, no, please. It would be best if you didn't do that. And you just came back from Kentucky."

"I do, though," he said, taking your other hand, now holding them and rubbing the backs to reassure you, "besides, I miss you."

Your cheeks showed a rosy tint as you didn't expect him to say that. He took you upstairs and laid you down on your bed. "Now, what are your clothes in the washing machine?"

"Just some shirts and pants," you say, feeling embarrassed again, "You don't have to, really—"

"Listen, I'm here now, so just sit back and relax and let Dan the Man handle this stuff," he told you, your face looking deadpan.

"I have never heard you call yourself that in all the time that I've known you," you reply, arms crossed.

"Just go with it."

You heard the ding of the washer catch his ear, to which he left you to tend to the laundry room and get your clothes out. A sigh escaped your lips as you finally relaxed, and within an instant, you fell asleep.

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The scent of delicious food cooking woke you up. You were still trying to get your surroundings, eyes looking around. You turn your head to see the time, realizing a significant gap from when you slept till now. Feet firmly planted on the floor, you walk out of your room and see Daniel in a tank and his shorts, having changed outfits. You rub your eyes and see him without his hat. His hair looked pulled back, a band keeping any flyaways away from the food he put on the table. He looked to his side and saw you. "Look who's awake," he gestured.

"Hey, Daniel," you saw, voice raspy and dry. "What's this?"

"Oh, I thought I'd order some takeout," he said as he made you a plate. "Come and sit."

You sat down and ate the food, feeling more aware of everything. After some light conversation and witty banter, you two finish your dinner and put it away, now residing on the couch. You were very comfortable, your legs across Daniel's as he talked about the silly antics your other friend Josh did. "He's such a goofball."

"He sure is," he said, his hand in his hair.

"Did you cut your hair?" you finally asked, your hand reaching out and going for his hair. Your fingers delved into his dark locks, feeling how soft and silky they looked.

"Yeah, I was kinda waiting for you to mention it," he told you, "the guys like it, but I wanna get your honest opinion."

You felt honored, and so you went to inspect his locks. Your hand fluffed up his hair, parting it side to side, down the middle, tousling it about. Daniel would stifle a giggle, seeing you have too much fun with this. "What's the verdict, judge?"

You soon got up and faced him, straddling his thighs and planting yourself on his lap. Your hands explored his hair more, but as you did, you started to hold onto his face and touch his cheekbones. "It's perfect," you say effortlessly. You leaned down and gave him a peck on his lips. Daniel was caught off guard but chuckled. You peck his lips again, Daniel having reciprocated the kiss.

With each kiss, it intensified.

His hands went to your back and pulled you on top of him, your arms around his neck. He tilted his head to get more access to your luscious mouth. You pulled away momentarily, catching your breath and resting your forehead against his. Daniel leaned in to gently kiss you, still wanting more from you. "So… you like it?' he said, trying to talk, but his voice slurred from being drunk off your kiss.

"Yeah… the hair, I mean," you say, chuckling a little. "And this as well."

"I like this, too," he told you, his hand on your cheek and leaning in to kiss you softly once more, you embracing him once more.

[lostinwoso]

Weird Behavior (Lucy Bronze x Reader)

Request: Jealous Lucy

It's your first season at Barcelona. When you got approached by the team you were torn, on the one hand it would be a huge jump in your career, but on the other hand you would have to leave your girlfriend Lucy behind. But when Lucy told you that she also got approached by the Spanish team, you two quickly decided to take that jump together and accepted the move.

The start was easy, the girls welcoming you two with open arms, and with that you all were ready to start another amazing football year.

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Still not gotten used to the Spanish weather yet, you were the first to get a cool bottle of water as soon as the break was announced, sitting down on the field you try to regain some power for the rest of the session.

Feeling someone sit down next to you, you turn your head to see Patri.

"Are you good? You are extremely red." She asks when she noticed you looking at her, a light teasing tone in her voice.

"I feel like I'm melting, I knew the weather was warmer here, but this is just hell." You answer while holding the cool bottle to your head.

"Well, with that shade of red you're in right now, you definitely fit into the hell theme." She states, laughing right after.

You start laughing too, the girl's laugh too contagious. Patri is probably the teammate you are closest to, after your girlfriend, of course. She always seems to make training more fun with her personality, which is something you are very grateful for.

Another voice is breaking you two out of your little bubble, "What's so funny?", recognizing the voice of your girlfriend, you look up to where she is standing with a smile on her face.

Before you can answer, Patri beats you to it, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her, "Just this one struggling with the "hell" weather here." she says with a smile.

"Okay.", confused by your girlfriend's short answer, you look towards her again, her smile now a bit tighter. This confused you, usually your girlfriend is more on the talking side.

The voice of a trainer breaks you out of your thoughts, "Breaks over! Form groups of two!"

You turn to your girlfriend, usually the two of you team up together before the voice next to you shouts, "Dibs on Y/N!" turning to Patri you decide that maybe teaming up with someone other than your girlfriend for once won't hurt.

She immediately pulls you up and drags you towards the field, "Let's go!"

Looking over your shoulder, you throw an apologetic look towards Lucy, receiving a smile and a nod in return. What you didn't see tho is the annoyed glare your girlfriend send to Patri after you turned around.

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It's later that same day when the team decided to go out to a local bar to spend some time together before the season officially starts.

Arriving with Lucy, who has her arm rapped around your waist, you immediately get greeted by Patri, "Hey there!" pulling you in a quick hug.

When the hug ended you feel Lucy's arm tighten around your waist, sending her a confused look, she simply smiles before pressing a kiss to your head.

"Hey, hope we are not too late." you greet back.

"No, you are fine, the girls are over there in the corner, let's go."

The evening is filled with conversations and a few drinks.

"I'm going to get some more drinks, anyone joining to help?" One of the girls speaks up.

"I'll help you, you want anything specific, love?" Your girlfriend asks you, "Nope, the same is okay." you reply, "Alright." giving you a small kiss, she makes her way towards the bar.

Turning your attention back to the girls, you slip into a conversation with Patri, when your drink is being placed in front of you, and you are pulled into your girlfriend's lap.

Raising an eyebrow, you turn to her and whisper, "Are you okay?".

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you are usually not this touchy in public, plus your behavior is a bit weird today."

All you receive is a shrug, so after sending her one more confused look, you turn your attention back to the conversation.

It's later that evening when you get ready to leave, hugging the girls goodbye when the arm tightens again around your waist after hugging Patri, this made you replay the evening a bit, noticing now how every time the girl made you laugh, your girlfriend would hold onto you a bit tighter for a moment, sometimes even throwing a small glare towards said girl.

Now, sitting in the car, you lightly laugh to yourself when realizing that your girlfriend is jealous of the Spanish girl.

"What?" your girlfriend asks you with a quirked eyebrow, her signature smile on her face.

"Nothing, I just think it's funny that you are jealous." you state in a teasing tone with a smirk on your face.

"What? Me? Jealous? I'm not jealous." she rushes out, but the blush that starts to cover her face tells you different.

"Why are you blushing, then?" You can't fight back the grin when seeing her in that state.

"It's uh, hot?" she tries to argue, but it comes off more than a question.

"It's really not hot, but you do know that there is nothing to be jealous about, right? Patri is just a good friend." voice softening towards the end.

"I know, I'm just not used to having to share your attention this much."

"Well, I'll always be yours, okay? And stop throwing her so many glares, you might scare the poor girl off."

"Would it be that bad?" you hear her mutter.

"Lucy!"

"Sorry." she laughs out. "I will stop... maybe."

"You are so annoying." you tell her with a roll of your eyes.

"But you love it." she says, throwing a wink your way.

This time you're the one muttering "Unfortunately."

"Hey!"

[masterofmunson]

look after you (1)

TFATWS Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sam asks you to join him and Bucky on a mission in Madripoor. When you get injured, Bucky feels the need to remind you more than once that he’s supposed to look after you now that Steve’s gone.

Warnings: tfatws spoilers, language, violence, blood, grief, angst, major pining

Word Count: 6k+ 

Author’s Note: Here she is!! I’m really excited to see what you guys think! This is my first Bucky fic in AGES! I decided to make this into a mini series since this fic is so long haha. Please let me know what you think. Comments, reblogs, and asks are highly encouraged and appreciated! Enjoy!

You hadn’t seen Sam or Bucky in several weeks. You were still adjusting to life post-blip. It had been a long five years for you and just seconds for them. You were no longer the bright-eyed and bushy tailed recruit. You’d grown into your position amongst the established and experienced Avengers. Now, it meant nothing. 

Tony’s gone. Steve’s dead, Natasha too. The Avengers had officially disbanded. You felt lost and confused, still blinded by your grief over losing them. You had nowhere to go, so you just floated from place to place as needed. 

You were laying low and a shell of the person you once were. You had no one to look towards anymore. Bucky went his separate ways and got some sort of footing in New York City with the pardon he was given by the government since his return to the states. You checked in every now and then with him, but you didn’t want to slow down his progress so you distanced yourself from him. 

You know he feels some sort of responsibility towards you. Steve did too, and you suppose now that he’s gone, Bucky feels the need to take his place. It doesn’t matter that you’re no longer the naive 23 year old he met in Berlin all those years ago. It doesn’t matter that there was something lingering between the two of you before he turned to ash. You’re a grown woman now and war and politics has hardened your soul. 

He needs to move on from you. The version he has of you in his head is gone, dead. He wants a fresh start, and you can’t give it to him. 

Sam checks in with you once in a while. He asks you how you’re doing and you respond the same each time. “Same shit, different day,” you laughed lightly. 

He knows better than to ask you to join him on his missions with the military. You’re not in the right headspace to return to the field, least of all if it meant that you were representing the US government wherever the fight was. 

Now that John Walker has the shield and has been branded the new Captain America, it gives you all the more reason to stay away. If he had so much as just breathed in your direction, you’d kill him and rip the shield from his grasp and return it to Sam. 

You ignored all emails and phone calls that had to do with John Walker. He wanted your blessing on live television, as if that meant anything. Yes, you were close with Steve, but you’re not an original Avenger. You just caught his eye during training one day and he took you under his wing. John Walker just wanted to create a bridge between the two of you since Sam and Bucky were obviously out of the question. 

You were the first person Sam called when he told you he was giving up the shield. You didn’t ask why. You knew he had his reasons and you respected him to accept that whatever the reasons were, they were good enough. 

So, when Sam called in the middle of the night, you picked up the phone without a second thought. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you sit up and fumble for the light on the nightstand beside you. 

“Sam? You do realize it’s three in the morning, right?” you asked, yawning into your phone. 

Sam curses in your ear and apologizes quietly. “Sorry. You would think with all this traveling, I’d remember time zones are a thing,” he laughed softly. 

“What is it, Sam?” 

“We’re in a bit of a tight spot. We could use your help.”

Your brows pinch together. “Who’s we, Sam?”

“Me and Barnes.”

Your heart jumps inside your throat. How the hell did Sam manage to rope Bucky into whatever he’s doing? The last you heard, Bucky wasn’t allowed to go on government missions until his therapist thought he made enough progress to do so. You know he’s nowhere near the progress he wants to be, so how is he with Sam? 

“Jesus, Sam. You know he’s not in the right headspace to go on missions!” There’s a heavy pause between the two of you before you relent. “Where am I meeting you?”

“Latvia. I’ll fill you in when you get here.”

You hang up quickly and hurry out of bed. After so many years of getting up at odd hours for emergency missions and the like, you’re not surprised that Sam asked you to meet him in the middle of the night. You grab your duffle bag and stuff all your belongings back inside. You travel lightly, and now it definitely seemed to work out in your favor. 

You’ve spent the last couple of weeks in a small town just outside of Helena, Montana. It’s nice and quiet and you’ve really taken the time to reflect on your life since things started going back to normal post-blip. The locals are nice and hospitable, and no one asks you about Steve, Tony, or what you thought of John Walker. You hope it had something to do with the fact that they didn’t know who you were. You certainly hoped that was the case. You’ve kept your head down and tried your best to blend in. 

You go hiking quite frequently and take drives through the mountains. It’s nice and relaxing, a far cry from what you’re used to. You’ll definitely miss it, and you have second thoughts about meeting up with Sam, but you push them away. Steve abandoned you both, and you wouldn’t do that to him. 

It takes you several hours to get to the closest international airport and by the time you arrive, the sun begins to rise in the distance. You hurry through the airport security and send Sam a quick update that you’re about to board your flight before you settle in your seat and fall back asleep.

....

You sleep through the entire flight. You blame it on your ability to sleep anywhere due to the number of missions you have under your belt. You’re wide awake when the plane lands and you’re quick to pull out your phone and send a message to Sam that you’ve made it safe and sound to Latvia. 

Your legs are stiff and sore when you stand up for the first time when it’s time to leave. You pull your duffle bag from the overhead compartment and slowly make your way to the front. It takes you nearly an hour to get through customs and now you’re just anxiously waiting to see Sam. 

When you see him waiting for you at the baggage claim area, you grin as your eyes meet. You hurry over to him and drop your duffle bag to the floor as he pulls you in for a hug. It’s warm and tight and it’s exactly what you need. Sam pulls away first and reaches for your bag, throwing an arm over your shoulder as you walk out of the airport to his car. 

You stop walking when you notice two figures near a very fancy yellow car as you and Sam near them. Sam keeps walking and you take slow, tentative steps. You know one of the figures has to be Bucky, but Sam never mentioned a third person. 

“Sam, I thought you said that it was just you and Bucky,” you said cautiously. 

Sam stops in his tracks and lets out a nervous chuckle and scratches the back of his head. It makes your heart race and you swallow the lump in your throat as they begin to come into focus as they near the two of you. “Y/n, before you get angry, I just need you to know that this wasn’t my idea. Believe me when I tell you that he is the last person we would ask for help,” Sam replied as his eyes went from you to the two people approaching.

“Who is he?” you asked through gritted teeth. 

“Ah! Y/n, good to know that your flight went rather smoothly. It is good to see you again.”

No. There’s no way. You must be dreaming. Hemlut Zemo is not standing right in front of you. He is in prison. He is behind bars for the crimes he committed. The two men that you're closest to wouldn’t jailbreak someone as atrocious as Zemo. There has to be an explanation. It doesn’t make sense. 

“What the fuck is Zemo doing out of prison?!” you hissed, looking between Bucky and Sam, demanding an explanation. 

“Y/n, honey, I can explain, just please get in the car,” Bucky pleaded, reaching out to touch your hand. 

You glare at him and take a step back. “Are you out of your mind, Bucky? You break him out of jail because you need him, is that it? Do you remember what he did to you, because I certainly do!”

Bucky frowns and lets out a deep and heavy sigh. He looks over at Sam. “Did you fill her in at all?”

“No!” you shouted. “I can speak for myself, James! Someone better start talking and tell me what the hell is going on!”

“We don’t really have time for this right now,” Zemo interrupts, “we really must be going. I’m sure Sam and James can fill you in in the car.”

You glare at the Sokovian terrorist and snap at him. “Shut your mouth, Zemo.”

He raises his hands up in surrender and takes a step back. Bucky towers over you and this time you let him take your hand. He squeezes it gently and pulls you into his chest, hugging you tightly. You’re tense and fuming as he holds you. 

His mouth finds the shell of your ear and despite the wave of anger flowing through your body, it sends a shiver down your spine. Bucky whispers, “I hate to say it, but Zemo’s right. We have to go. I’ll explain on the way, I promise.”

You huff childishly and turn your head away from him as he kisses your temple. “Fine. If he steps out of line, I’ll kill him.”

Bucky laughs and takes your hand and walks you to the car. “Get in line, honey. Sam and I have first dibs.”

You resist the urge to smile and Bucky opens the door for you as Sam tosses your bag in the trunk and climbs into the front seat. Bucky slides in beside you and he tells you everything.

He tells you about their first encounter with the Flag Smashers. He tells you about how the leader and a few of her followers have taken a newer version of the serum that runs through his veins. He tells you that she plans on giving the serum to more people to build an army and that you have to stop her. 

It makes your heart stop. You hadn’t really been keeping tabs on the Flag Smashers. Now, looking back, you probably should have. There’s still a lot of unknown variables to account for and it looks like the boys are taking it one step at a time, and apparently it starts with a trip to Madripoor. Zemo chimes in every now and then as he drives and it makes your blood boil that you’re forced to listen to what he has to say. You hate that he has the upper hand and is keeping valuable information hostage. You want to strangle him. 

After a while, Zemo pulls into a private airport. Bucky helps you out of the car and grabs your bag from the trunk as the four of you walk towards the jet just off the runway. You had no idea just how rich Zemo was. Now that he’s out of prison, for now at least, his arrogance returned back in full force in addition to his pompous attitude. 

You board the plane in silence, ignoring every word coming out of the Baron’s mouth. You settle in the back of the plane and ignore Bucky’s stares as you look out the window. You’re too angry to engage in conversation. You don’t care that Zemo insults Steve’s legacy. He’s gone, dead, what do you care? Yes, you wanted Steve to be happy, but he abandoned you. He abandoned Sam and Bucky. 

Zemo rambles on and on. “People like Steve become symbols, icons. Then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought,” he turns to address Bucky directly. “You remember that, right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull?”

Silence fills the space and for a moment, you feel a reprieve. That was until Zemo mentioned the Winter Soldier. 

 “We can’t go into Madripoor as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.”

You immediately stand up and protest, storming to the front of the plane. “No. Absolutely not. I won’t let you use Bucky, not again. There has to be another way.”

Zemo clicks his tongue at you and shakes his head. A smug graces his features and you lung at him, wrapping your hands around his throat. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

Bucky leaps to his feet and tears you off of Zemo, dragging you to the back of the plane behind the curtains to give the two of you an illusion of privacy. Your shoulders shake with rage and Bucky’s hands caress your face. 

“You can’t be him. He’s not you anymore. You don’t have to do this, Bucky. Please,” you begged, clinging to his hands. “I can’t let Zemo control you again.”

Bucky’s touched with how protective you are over him. He pulls you closer and hugs you tightly against him. Your fingers grip the back of his shirt and he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

“Honey,” he whispered. “I have to. I have to do this so we can stop the Flag Smashers from getting the serum. It’s for the mission.”

You huffed against his chest. Now you’re really regretting your decision to help Sam. You would’ve said no if you had known that it meant watching Bucky turn into the Winter Soldier again, even if it wasn’t real. 

You don’t know what to say. He won’t change his mind. Bucky’s just as stubborn as you are and he’ll do anything for the success of the mission, just like Steve did. 

You pull away and return back to your seat, crossing your arms over your chest as you stare into the back of Zemo’s plush leather seat. Bucky trails behind you and squeezes your shoulder. You shrug off his touch as he takes the empty seat next to yours. 

“And, I’m afraid that where we’re going doesn’t take too kindly to women who are…. how do I put this…. strong willed,” Zemo said. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” Bucky barked, jumping to your defense just moments after you did the same for him.

“Selby will see Y/n as competition. We can’t have that happen. She’ll have to stay behind.”

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m just going to just sit here and do nothing,” you snapped. “I’m coming with. I don’t care if I have to pretend to be meek.”

Zemo turns to look at you. He’s challenging you. You both know it. He’s pushing your buttons and it’s working. He smirks and leans against the armchair. His eyebrows raise and he asks, “Even if it means pretending to be a prostitute?”

Your gaze doesn’t falter and you ignore both Sam’s and Bucky’s protests. It falls on deaf ears. You don’t care, as long as you’re with Sam and Bucky and they’re safe. “Yes,” you answered without a second thought. You’ve done worse things than pretend to be a sex worker. It would be a piece of cake. 

Zemo grins, letting out a soft laugh. “It looks like you’ll be joining us after all then, Y/n.”

You scoff at him and look out the window. Bucky drags you from your seat once more and pulls you behind the curtain. You look away from him and he reaches to squeeze your hand. 

“You don’t have to do this. You have nothing to prove,” he whispered, brushing the top of your palm with his warm and calloused fingers. 

“You don’t either,” you mumbled back. 

He smiles softly at your retort and pulls you into his arms. He holds you gently and cards his fingers through your hair. You hum quietly as he holds you. 

“Touché, honey.”

There’s a beat of silence between the two of you before you lean back to meet his gaze. His blue eyes pierce through yours and it makes your heart race. You pull away and rub your palms against your thighs. 

You disappear behind the curtain once more, leaving Bucky behind. 

…

When you arrive in Madripoor, you’re dressed in an outfit that leaves little to the imagination. The dress has a plunging neckline that settles just below your naval. Your chest is barely covered and your boobs threaten to slip over the fabric. You’re dressed for the part, that’s for sure. 

Zemo is the first one to look at you when you return from behind the curtain. He whistles at you and it makes your skin crawl. 

Bucky shoves Zemo harshly and grips his chest tightly, snarling in his face. “Watch your mouth,” Bucky hissed, shoving him into one of the chairs. 

He turns to look at you and you reach to squeeze his hand. You pull him away from Zemo and whisper softly, “It’s alright, Buck. Take a deep breath.”

He grits his teeth and shakes his head, and does what you ask. “I’ll kill him. If he does that again, I’ll kill him.”

You laugh softly and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I don’t doubt you will, Buck.”

The two of you trail behind Sam and Zemo as you leave the plane. A sleek black car is waiting just off the runway and you follow behind to the vehicle. When you settle into your spot in between Buck and Sam in the back, Zemo turns to look at the three of you. 

“It’s imperative that we don’t break character, no matter what. If you do, we’re good as dead, understand?” 

You scoff and roll your eyes as he looks towards you. “Crystal,” you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.��

He turns to face the front of the vehicle and silence fills the car. 

Suddenly, a number of motorcycles surround the car as you drive into Low Town. you make sure to keep your eyes forward and Bucky reaches for the hand on your knee. He squeezes it tightly and you do the same. 

Reality is now just setting in for you. This is the first mission that you’ve been on since Steve went back to the 40s, and since Tony died. It had been three long months since Tony saved the world and brought everyone back that was taken five years earlier. You know that three months isn’t long, but it still makes you nervous. You haven’t been training to keep things from going rusty. You had no desire to. 

Bucky leans into you, his mouth near the shell of your ear. “You okay?” 

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Yeah, just a bit nervous. I’m a little out of practice. This is my first mission since Steve left,” you mumbled back, squeezing his hand again to keep you grounded. He does the same in return. 

“It’s alright. I have your back. I’ll protect you, promise.”

A small smile finds its way onto your face and you shake your head at him. “You know better than anyone else than to promise something like that before a mission, Buck. It’s bad luck,” you teased. 

He laughs too and the car stops in what you guess is the downtown area of Low Town. You take a deep breath and Bucky does the same. You squeeze his hand one last time before his hand falls from your grasp. He opens the door and climbs out. You follow close behind and find your spot next to Sam. He gingerly wraps his arm around your waist as you walk into the Princess Bar. 

Electronic music blasts through the speakers and the bass vibrates through your chest. You press against Sam as you push through people to get to the bar. The smell of drugs and alcohol is suffocating as you walk and ignore the stares sent your way. They’re not staring at you, but Bucky, who walks just a step behind you like a looming shadow. 

“Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?” Zemo asked Bucky in Russian. 

It makes your blood boil and Sam squeezes your waist tightly, a reminder that you must not break character. You hate it. You hate that Bucky has to pretend to be the person he’s worked so hard to distance himself from. Bucky is not him. The Winter Soldier doesn’t exist anymore. That part of him is gone, dead. You only hope that Bucky reminds himself that the Winter Soldier isn’t him anymore as he pretends just feet behind you.

You stand in front of the bar counter as the bartender approaches. You keep your mouth shut as Zemo exchanges words with the man, briefly bringing Sam, the Smiling Tiger, into the conversation. Your eyes find Bucky’s and your heart jumps inside your throat. His eyes are cold and void of any emotion. He’s stoic and brooding. He’s fallen into character perfectly and it scares you to think that all the progress he’s made over the years has been destroyed in this moment. For his sake, you hope not.

You tear your eyes away from Bucky at the feeling of Sam’s hand on the curve of your ass. You watch him carefully as he takes a shot. The bartender moves on and you let out a careful breath. 

A man grasps at Zemo’s shoulder and sneers at him. He looks over at Bucky as Zemo asks to see Selby before he walks away. Another man approaches Zemo from behind and he speaks in Russian once more. “Winter Soldier, attack.” 

You hold your breath in anticipation as the unsuspecting man rests his hand on Zemo’s shoulder. You want to reach out and touch Bucky, tell him that he doesn’t have to, that the two of you still have time to make a run for it, but you don’t. You can’t. Zemo would probably try and kill you if you interfere and it’s the last thing you need. 

Bucky stalks over to him with two long strides, and rips the man’s hand from Zemo’s shoulder. He twists his wrist back and throws him to the ground. Another man swings at Bucky and he stops it with ease. He punches his back and kicks him against another crowny. As another man attempts to punch and kick at Bucky. He uses his metal arm and momentum to take each of them out.

“It doesn’t take much for him to fall back into form,” Zemo smirked, leaning over to look at you and Sam. 

“Shut your mouth,” you hissed between your teeth as you watched Bucky. 

Bucky grabs one of the men by the throat and slams him into the counter. Guns cock all around you as you look around the room. Your heart is inside your throat and there’s ringing in your ears. You reach to grab Bucky’s arm, but Sam beats you to it.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us,” Zemo whispered. “Well done, soldier.”

Sam lets go of his arm and takes a step back, pulling you with him. He squeezes your hip tightly as you watch Bucky’s grip fall from the man’s throat.

“Selby will see you now,” the bartender said.

Zemo moves to follow him and you resist the urge to reach out and touch Bucky. Sam pulls you along and you walk in silence down a number of hallways. The music fades into the background and you’re squeezing Sam’s hand like your life depends on it. 

A number of men on Selby’s security detail whistle as you walk by. You bite your tongue and resist the urge to snap their necks. The four of you wait at the door at the end of the hall for several seconds before it opens. You walk inside and Zemo takes you from Sam’s side. Your jaw ticks as he guides you to the empty sofa. His hand settles on your thigh and you tense under his touch.

Zemo and Selby negotiate for information. All you need to know is who created the serum and where they are. That’s it. Zemo needs to stick to the plan. 

Zemo stands up from his spot next to you. “Tell us what you know about the super soldier serum, and I give you him…. along with the code words to control him,” Zemo stands behind Bucky, his hand resting on his shoulder. He’s silent and obedient, the perfect encapsulation of who he had been for the last 80 years. 

There wasn’t a discussion over what the offer would be when you were on the plane from Latvia. You just assumed Zemo would figure a way out of it, he was clever enough to do it before. You hadn’t thought that he would actually use the Winter Soldier to his benefit outside of protection. How naive of you. 

Bucky’s eyes are dark and he stares straight ahead as Zemo caresses his chin. He doesn’t flinch or react. He’s playing the Winter Soldier perfectly and you hate every second. You bite the inside of your cheek so hard that you start to taste blood. 

“He will do anything you want.”

Selby grins, leaning back in her spot on the couch opposite of you. She tells him what you need to know. She nears Sam and then the worst happens, his phone begins to ring. 

She tells him to answer it and your fingers squeeze into the leather couch. Your heart races and for the first time since you walked into the bar, Bucky’s eyes find yours. You know he can see your panic. 

Things are fine momentarily. Sam’s trying his best to stay in character and you know it’s not working as well as he’d like. You hold your breath and your panic settles in at the mention of Sam’s name coming from Sarah. 

“Kill them—” 

Your eyes widen in horror as a bullet pierces through the glass window in front of you and lodges into Selby’s throat, killing her instantly. The act is over. 

You leap to your feet and pull the tactical knife that you hid in your dress out from underneath you. You slice the knife across your attacker’s arm. Bucky kicks him into the wall and grabs you by the arm. 

You run as fast as you can out the bar and through the streets of Madripoor. You dodge bullets and fight off others that attack you with knives. 

You do well, all things considered with what you’re dressed in. You dig your heel into the boot of your attacker, throwing them off balance. You kick their leg out from underneath them and Sam knocks them unconscious. 

Bucky, of course, is doing just fine on his own. You run over to help. You disarm the man closer to you and use the butt of the gun to knock him out. 

You barely have time to register the man creeping up behind Bucky. His arm is outstretched with a gun in his hand. Bucky has no clue. 

“Bucky!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, running as fast as you can towards him. 

He turns to look at you as you use your whole body to shove him aside as the gun goes off. 

Time stands still. 

You fall to the ground in a daze as the bullet rips through your shoulder. Your eyes stare up into the night sky as it takes you a moment to realize that you’d just been shot. 

You try to sit up and get back on your feet. You don’t have time to worry about your wound. You need to get the hell out of Low Town. 

Bucky nearly drags you off the ground and you run. You run as fast as you can despite the bullet in your shoulder. 

“We need to get out of here!” Bucky shouted, inspecting your wound. 

A shadowy figure approaches and Bucky blocks you from view. The hood drops and you peer over Bucky’s shoulder. You don’t have time to be surprised that Sharon is the one standing in front of you. 

“Sharon? What are you doing here?” Sam asked. 

“We don’t have time for that!” Bucky snapped. “Sharon, please. You gotta help us. Y/n’s been shot.”

She nods and motions for you to follow her. She stops in front of a beautiful blue car and Bucky guides you into the car, pressing his metal hand against your shoulder to stop the bleeding. You ignore Sam and Bucky’s bickering as they yell at you for getting shot. You don’t have the energy to respond. 

Sharon races across town and pulls up to a very fancy building. Sharon jumps out and opens the door for Bucky. His arm holds your torso and your uninjured arm is thrown over his shoulder as you walk inside. You gather into the elevator as it takes you to the top floor. 

Your entire body goes numb and Bucky guides you to the kitchen counter. Sharon briefly disappears before returning with a heavy duty first aid kit. 

“Do you have tequila?” you asked her as Bucky rummaged through the bag for the correct supplies. Sharon laughs softly before grabbing a bottle of tequila from her liquor cabinet. You take a generous sip and the liquid burns your throat. 

Bucky inspects the bullet wound carefully. Thankfully it was a through and through. He doesn’t have to fish the bullet out. He works quickly and you grit your teeth as he stitches the wound close on both sides of your shoulder. 

The pain lessened to a dull throb now that he’s finished. He cleans the excess blood off your skin before gently placing your arm in a sling. 

“Why did you do that, Y/n?” Bucky chastised you, shaking his head in disappointment. “I could’ve taken care of him.”

You scoff and roll your eyes at him. “I don’t even get a thank you for saving your ass? You were vulnerable, I did the right thing.”

He sighs and you look away. Your eyes find Sharon’s. “Can I borrow some clothes?”

She nods and disappears down the hall to her bedroom. Silence fills the room and Sam takes his turn to reprimand you. You ignore him entirely and take another large swig of tequila. 

Sharon returns moments later with a pair of clean clothes. You thank her quietly and she points you in the direction of one of the guest bedrooms. You hop off the counter and ignore Bucky’s protests and calls of your name. 

You huffed in frustration as you limped towards one of Sharon’s guest bedrooms. You had enough of Sam and Bucky yelling at you for your recklessness, especially Bucky. You’re exhausted and all you want to do is sleep. 

You did what you thought was right. You did what Steve would’ve done. You had Bucky’s back. Isn’t that what mattered? Sure, you got shot in the shoulder, but it isn’t something you haven’t done before. You have the scars to prove it. 

“Stop running away from me! We’re not done talking about this!” Bucky yelled after you, hot on your heels into the bedroom. “What were you thinking?”

You’re sick of Bucky questioning you. You’re not a child and you’re not the bright eyed recruit he thinks you still are. You did what was right in the heat of the moment. You don’t regret it. You’d do it all over again if it meant that he was safe. 

“Stop treating me like a child, James! I’m not Steve’s recruit anymore! I’m a grown woman,” you shouted back at him. Your shoulders shake and you glare at him. “I know you still think I’m that naive 25 year old, but that’s not me anymore. The last five years may have been five seconds to you, but they weren’t to me. Accept the fact that I did what I thought was right.”

“It was reckless!”

“Steve would’ve done it!” you bit back. 

“This isn’t about Steve!” he argued. 

You laugh bitterly and shake your head. He doesn’t see it. He doesn’t see what you see. You know he sees you as his responsibility now that Steve’s gone. He feels an obligation to look after you because Steve did. You have a part of Steve with you. Bucky’s clinging to any last remains of Steve, and that includes you. 

“Isn’t it though? You feel like you have a responsibility to protect me, to look after me. Why? It’s because Steve did and now that he’s gone, you feel like you have to replace him!”

The silence that fills the room suffocates you. Your heart races with anger. You want Bucky to leave you alone. You didn’t ask for this. Sam needed your help, and when you provided it, you got yelled at for it. Now you just want to go home. 

You turn your back to Bucky and pull the pants that Sharon gave you up your legs before discarding the dress in the corner of the room. You don’t care if Bucky sees all the scars that litter your backside. Maybe then he would understand that you’ve always done what’s best for the mission, even if that meant getting hurt. You throw the sweatshirt over your head and turn to look at Bucky again. 

“Do you have anything else to say to me? Are you going to try and deny it?”

Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You’re one of the only people I have left that have a connection to Steve.”

Another bitter laugh escapes your mouth. He doesn’t understand. “He abandoned me, James! He abandoned us. Steve’s gone. You can’t hold on to him anymore. You don’t have to do anything Steve did. You have nothing to prove to me, I promise. I don’t need you to replace Steve. I need you, Buck. You’re the one that’s here with me, not Steve.”

Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks and you look away from him. The silence is deafening and Bucky moves to take you in his arms. He holds you against his chest and cards his fingers through your hair. You cry against his chest and cling to his henley. He gently guides you to the bed and sits down with you in his lap.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he whispered, rubbing your back. “You’re right. It just scared me. I don’t think I can handle losing you too. I’m sorry.”

You pull away to look at him with your tear stained cheeks and he carefully wipes away your tears with the pad of his thumb. You blink away the remaining tears and lean into his touch. “It’s okay, Buck. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” 

You rest your forehead against his and breathe him in. His metal hand rubs circles against your back and it sends shivers down your spine. He holds you carefully and no words are exchanged. Your eyes flicker to his lips and your heart thunders against your chest. 

There’s a soft knock at the door and you pull your body off of Bucky’s. You sit beside him as Sam pokes his head inside the room. “Is everything okay?” he asked, looking between the two of you. 

You look over at Bucky and then back to Sam. You smile and nod slowly. “Everything’s perfect, Sam.”

[lem0nshark-writes]

‘’Warm Nights’’

Fili & Kili x Male (hobbit) Reader

Word count: 2148

Warnings: polyamorous, no incest - issa fili x reader x kili, fluffff, cute stuff okay

It has been a few moons since the dwarves took their kingdom back and the rightful king under the mountain was crowned. You and your best friend Bilbo returned back to the Shire and resumed with patching up the house back after your neighbouring hobbits split all of your belongings between themselves thinking you two had died.

The thoughts of you two's adventures with the company occupied both Bilbo's and yours minds and the two of you often spent time talking about them.

To be quite honest you missed the company a lot, especially the two dorky princes. The three of you managed to bond quite strongly during your journey to Erebor. But you missed everyone else too. Though Bilbo gave you a lot of comfort and his company was very dear to you.

One night as you two were preparing the dinner you noticed Bilbo has made a lot more food than usual, almost too much. But you paid it no mind thinking the hobbit was feeling extra hungry that evening. After you finished up the many foods you helped set up the table.

Remembering you forgot to turn the light off in your bedroom you made you way towards it, and just as you passed by the entrance door to the house you heard a knock.

You looked over at the door in surprise, questioning, not expecting anyone that late. You turned towards the direction of the kitchen and called out for Bilbo, "Hey Bilbo, are you expecting anyone?" you waited for him to answer but he didn't make a sound, you figured he was busy finishing up one of the last few dishes he was working on and shrugged it off, walking over to the door and opening it.

"Who is it-," you didn't even manage to finish up your sentence before a swarm of dwarves fell right on top of you, making you fall backwards on your butt with all the dwarves landing on you.

"Y/nnnnn!~~" all the dwarves cheered your name when they saw you, hugging you tightly not bothering to get off you and almost squishing you to death. Bilbo watched the scene from the door frame with a warm smile plastered on his face. He knew they were coming but wouldn't tell you, wanting it to be a surprise, and oh what a surprise it was.

"G-Guys what are you doing here??-" you smiled in surprise at your friends, trying to hug all of them back when you realized who it is that attacked your small body by piling on top of you.

"We had to visit our favourite hobbits!~" Bofur cheered. "Bilbo didn't tell you?" Thorin added.

"N-No-," you looked over at Bilbo with squinty eyes and he rose his hands up in a defensive way, "I wanted it to be a surprise," he smiled, not regretting his decision one bit.

You wanted to be upset but for the love of it you couldn't, the fact that the company was back together once again was overjoying and you couldn't get the smile off your face.

You and Bilbo took your time to greet each dwarf separately, many tight hugs being exchanged and even some cheek smooches too. And after you all finally done your greetings you and Bilbo lead them all into the dining room which was swarmed with foods and drinks. Many dishes, pastries, all sorts of drinks and desserts graced the table in plenty and you all sat down at the table. The dwarves wasted no time digging right in and soon enough cheerful singing filled the air, all of you joining in, and celebration took over the whole room.

After the lengthy dinner and many songs sung you all took it onto yourselves to clean up and then moved to the living room to share tales of the time you all spent away from each other. Stories of your adventures on your journey to the mountain finding themselves there as well as you all reminisced over the moments shared together.

You spent the rest of the night like that, just hanging out and chatting and when the time came to go to bed Bilbo helped settle everyone into their respective rooms for the night. You so happening to end up, due to the lack of rooms with a one-person bed, sharing a big one with the two princes and him totally accidentally ending up in a big one with Thorin.

The three of you slowly made it to your assigned room, chatting along happily as you walked.

As you got in, the princes started to take off some of their, now unnecessary, layers of clothing to get comfy for the bed and you took that opportunity to claim your spot on the bed.

"I call dibs on the middle!" you chirped cheerfully and catapulted yourself onto the bed, claiming your spot in the middle of the big bed, hugging the extra pillow you brought along.

The two chuckled at you as they put their clothes on the chair next to the wall of the room.

"Works for me," Fili grinned as he took off his boots.

"Me too," Kili smirked as he jumped on the bed as well, landing half-way on top of you, almost knocking all the air out of your lungs, and hugging you tightly.

You chuckled through your coughs and hugged him back, "Dear Lord, Kili-"

He just grinned cutely and so you couldn't even scold him, and just as you recovered from Kili's landing on you you got struck by another one, Fili hugged you just as tightly, snuggling into your body after the jump.

You smirked happily and pulled them both into a tight hug, getting back at them for the jumps.

They both let out gasps from being squeezed but you were gentle on them soon enough.

Brothers chuckled and you did as well and you all fled under the covers, the two of them sandwiching you into big warm hugs, which you very gladly returned.

The three of you shared the comfort of the quiet moment just hugging and being happy to have each other around once again, your heart feeling like it will burst out of your chest. To be quite honest you shared more than just very strong feelings of friendship towards the two, but you never acted on it, both because you didn't want to ruin the friendship but also because you loved both of them equally and you just couldn't pick, you didn't want to anyways.

"I missed you guys so much," you snuggled into them, making sure to grasp them both in your embrace.

"We missed you too," they smiled, each planting a kiss on your cheek, Fili on your right and Kili on your left.

You blushed through a smile and smooched the tips of their noses softly, returning the kisses.

They grinned and rested their heads on your shoulders, their faces almost completely in your neck, so close you could feel their warm breaths against your skin. It made you blush lightly.

"How long will you be staying? I hope you are not leaving tomorrow already .. are you?"

"No, we're not. We'll be staying for a couple of days," Fili smiled at the worry of departure in your voice.

"You're not getting rid of us that easy," Kili added with a grin and moved himself more up and closer to you, his face now halfly touching yours, hugging you tighter.

You chuckled at his words, "I better not," you added with a grin on your face, though blush spread across your cheeks once again because of how close Kili's face was to yours.

Fili stayed on his spot, his head resting on the spot on your chest next to your shoulder, listening to your heartbeats.

He could hear them speed up every time one of them would move closer or even speak. He found it curious, he didn't understand why it would do that, after all there's no way you'd feel the same as him, same as them.

See, the brothers talked after they took their kingdom back over and after things settled down. They've noticed each other's longing gazes whenever the situation would calm down or the conversation died out. They've noticed both of them were missing something, or rather someone. But, seeing they've both been in love with you they decided they would, with your blessing of course, either share or have neither of them be with you. Though the subject came hard to open and discuss once the three of you finally met again.

Fili quietly took your hand in his and held it gently, playing with with your fingers.

Your heart immediately picked up as your eyes shot a gaze towards the blonde dwarf, you gave him a warm smile, hiding the blush that was slowly spreading across your cheeks though the darkness of the room hid it well enough already.

Kili looked up between the two of you, and took your other hand in his, holding it to his chest and kissing the back of it sweetly.

Your gaze now fell at the brunette who was smiling at you already and your blush darkened and you smiled even brighter, snuggling into the two of them.

"Hey, y/n.." after a few moments of silence Kili suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?" you smiled at him, turning your attention to him.

"There's something we'd like to tell you.." Kili continued and Fili's eyes shot at him quickly, not expecting him to open the topic on the first day but also understanding that he can't not be with you for another minute because he feels the same.

"What is it?" you asked with a smile, hoping it's nothing bad.

"So uhmm… I-I don't know how to start but uhmm…" Kili started, now not being sure how to spill their hearts to you.

"When we took back Erebor w-we realized something uhmm-" Fili tried to help, "We don't know how you would feel about it but we have to ask-." You looked between them as they spoke, waiting patiently for the princes to gather up their courage and get to the point.

"Would it be alright if we courted you?" Kili finally blurted out, all three of you now sitting up half-way.

"Both of us, together-" he added with a hopeful smile spread on his handsome face.

You looked at the two in shock, eyes wide and words not leaving your throat. You couldn't believe this was happening.

"W-We know it's weird but.. but we both like you-" Fili started.

"Very much," Kili added.

"And we couldn't come to a decision so, if it would be alright with you-" Fili looked up at you, hopeful smile resting on his lips as well  as the question hanged in the air.

It took you a while to break out of your shock, eyes darting from one prince to the other. But after a few long and torturous moments your brain finally started working again and a quiet "Y-Yes-" left your lips through a breath.

"D-Did you say 'yes'?" Kili couldn't believe his ears.

"Y-You accept our courtship?" Fili questioned, disbelief residing within him as well.

Big smile made it's way on your lips and you nodded your head vigorously before throwing yourself onto the brothers squeezing them into a big and tight hug.

They cheered happily and quickly returned, stuffing their faces into your neck and chest, hugging just as tightly.

After very extensive hugging session the three of you laid back down, now snuggling even closer to each other, the two of them each holding one of your hands in theirs.

"I love you guys," you exhaled happily, snuggling further into the two princes, "I have been in love with you two since the journey as well."

That made their hearts melt a little knowing you felt the same as them, and what a relief it was too.

"We love you too," they replied in unison with warmth both in their voices and in the smiles spread across their lips, snuggling right back.

Your heart could explode from all the happiness it felt at that moment.

The happiness grew even stronger when Fili propped himself up on one of his elbows and leaned in placing a gentle but passionate kiss on your lips, followed by Kili who did the same with a big grin on his face. You gladly returned both, blushing like crazy. The two chuckled at your red cheeks and proceeded to kiss them, each the one on their side, before laying back down and throwing their arms around you.

The three of you laid there like that, snuggled against each other in the warmth of the bed and each other's embraces, all three of you slowly drifting off to sleep.

[qillmhi]

So I'm like... Never a fan of the 'Imma kill my bros for u' kind of scenario especially since I very much love all the turtle bros, so here's my version of an obsessive lover 2012 Mikey!

🖤🧡🐢

Dark!2012!Mikey x Reader

-Michelangelo is the youngest out of the four turtle brothers, so he was easily the most childish and energetic one, much to his older brothers' annoyance.

-He was loud yet small. Just a few inches shorter than you. A social butterfly, but can be oblivious to most things.

-Mikey may not be the smartest turtle, but he does have own way of getting what he wants.

-And he has his eyes dead set on you.

-When he first realised his crush on you, he openly welcomed it with zero resistance. It felt great being in love so why should he deny it?

-He loves expressing himself so there was little to no filter when he's showing you his love.

-"(y/n)~!!!!" Mikey threw his arms around you "I missed you so much!!!!!" He cried in excitement rubbing his cheek on yours.

-You laughed at the youngest turtle and placed your hand on his head "Mikey! I just went for a glass of water!"

-"Yeah! But you took sooooo long so I still missed you!"

-He would be all over you. Wherever you go, Mikey is expected to be following close behind.

-Sometimes without your knowledge.

-Whenever his brothers weren't looking, he would slip by to your apartment to watch you sleep.

-But he did it to make sure you're safe! Don't worry!

-He would always be the first one to tackle you as soon as your foot entered the lair. Then proceed to trap you in a cuddling session with him for hours before anyone could get to you.

-"Oof--!"

-"Dibs on (y/n)!!!!"

-"Ow--Mikey!!" You groaned in protest.

-"No time to talk dudette! Look--" He held up a glowing flower watch "--it's hug time!"

-You squinted your eyes at the familiar looking gadget "Did you force Donnie to make you that hug-watch thing from the Trolls movie?"

-"Maybe~!" Mikey avoided your eyes "So hug time...?"

-Physical contact is his love langauge! Mikey's insides would be all mushy and gushy if you respond to them even the slightest bit. And if you return the favor? This little boy will melt into your arms!

-When you do ask him to let you go, he would just simply say "Nope!" popping the 'p' then proceed to tuck himself below your chin.

-"Awwh come on!!"

-Everytime he feels your soft hands scratching his shell, he immediately starts churring in delight. You thought it was cute, so you'd pat him in the head which made him even more happy!

-He can't help it! Mikey is just obsessed with how soft and plush you feel against his skin! He would definitely glue himself on you if you'd allow him to.

-"You are so squishy~!" Mikey mumbled against your shoulder while hugs you from behind for the nth time today.

-You flicked his forehead earning yourself a small 'ow' "And you are a big baby."

-You didn't mind his clinginess thankfully. It was just Mikey being cute as always. For real how can you resist this baby?

-He's loves it when you give your full attention to him. But if you're talking to someone else, he would just simply have an arm over your shoulders. Silently brooding towards the intruder, giving them a silent warning.

-If the boy isn't hugging you or initiating some kind of physical contact with you, he would be content holding the hem of your shirt or any kind of clothing you own (he may or may not have kept a few in his room that he may or may not have been using as a pillowcase to cuddle). Something that became a norm whenever he's at your apartment and you preparing both of your meals.

-Damn he loves your food! It was then only food he worships other than pizza! He especially loves watching you cook. Like an angel preparing to give him heaven.

-Speaking of Heaven.

-This orange fluff have TONS of pictures of you saved in his phone. If you ever made the mistake of sleeping in the lair, this guy is just snapping pictures of you in every possible angle. Sideways? Upside down? Close up? Bird's eye view? They all made you look perfect!

-His wallpaper is a selfie of you and him enjoying your home made chocolate icecream pizza that you made just for him. Aren't you just the sweetest? He considers that as your first date even though you two aren't official.... yet.

-I mean you made that treat just for him so it must mean that you return his feelings right?

-As time went by, his little crush for you grew into something more.

-You were starting to see his brothers and your other friends a little less and him and little more.

-It was just Mikey. Only Mikey.

-Just the way he likes it

-Everyday you'd wake up and find him cuddled up to you. When you ask him what he's doing he would just look up at you with his innocent baby blue eyes and say "But cupcake! I'm cold and you're suuuuper comfy~!" Cue those puppy dog eyes and you're 100% powerless.

-He would bring you all sorts of goodies like food, favourite drinks, movies, videogames--anything he could carry just for you!

You couldn't say that you didn't like the attention. Mikey is just so sweet especially whenever he brings little trinkets saying "They reminded me of you!" With that adorable freckled smile of his! It just makes you blush every time.

His innocent sweet smile just melts through your heart!

His brothers thought it was weird when he's always out and about after training and patrolling. But hey! The lair is a lot more quiet and Donnie doesn't have to worry about his stuff being broken anymore. Besides they knew you, you were a great friend so they trust you.

After a while you started to miss your friends. Having Mikey around was fun but you wanted to see what the other guys are up to these days.

One day you decided to visit everyone in the lair with pizza and had a great time chatting and playing with the turtle brothers. Oddly enough Mikey wasn't there.

But he was. Mikey was there. Hidden in the dark corners of the lair. Not even his brothers noticed him. His smile was gone. His eyes were dark as he kept himself one with the shadows, silent as a ghost.

He didn't like the way you were smiling with other people. Of course he was fine with letting you talk to his brothers sometimes, but still there were some boundaries to be made.

"Mine..." Michelangelo silently growls.

Although he doesn't favor this image of you with other people, he does take pride in the way your eyes would flicker to his bedroom door every now and then. Good. Very good.

Finally it was time for you to go. He immediately left. Time to take action.

When you got home you saw your favorite orange turtle curled up on the floor sobbing. Your heartached at the sight of the big crocodile tears falling from his face.

-You dropped down on your knees and asked him what was wrong.

-"I was waiting for you here all day b-but you didn't come home... you left me.." He cried miserably "I-I understand... if you don't want to h-hang out with me anymore... no one really wants to. I p-promise won't bother you anymore.." Mikey sniffed then left before you can get a word out.

-That was three days ago and you haven't seen Mikey since. He stopped visiting, stopped replying to your calls or texts. He was just gone.

-You realized just how much you loved having the small orange ninja around. Your home became cold and lonely. You started to miss him terribly.

-You went back to the lair, ignoring the others as you went straight for Mikey's room and knocked on his door.

-Mikey opened the door for just a crack. His eyes were red from crying. He looked absolutely miserable, but you pushed the door open and pulled him into a hug.

-You apologized to Mikey. You told him that it wasn't your intention to make him sad or feel neglected. That you loved having him around you.

-Mikey hugged you back of course. He closed his bedroom door to give you both privacy while you continued to hold him tight.

-He nuzzled his snout on your chest and told you he missed you too.

-Your soul ached when his shoulders started to shake. You placed your cheek on his head with your hand on his shell to calm your crying turtle.

-Except he wasn't.

-Mikey's smile was as wide as it could ever be. His eyes held a victorious sinister glow as he felt his entire body shake from excitement when he as in your addicting scent.

-Mikey was a good liar.

-He didn't mean to make you this sad. But he had to in order to make you come to him.

-And believe me when I say those three days of not seeing you was torture to him. Sure he had a folder full of your pictures saved on his phone (and his cuddle pillow) but it just can't compare to the real thing.

-But it was worth it though.

-He already had you right where he wanted you. He just needs to give you a little more push for you to confess your love for him and you two will be happy together forever!

-He knew he couldn't keep you to himself. You would surely retaliate if he forces you.

-But that doesn't mean he can't push you into making you claim him as yours instead.

-Oh how it feels so good to be in your love and care again!

-Mikey started churring as he pulled you even closer.

-Yeah Mikey definitely wasn't the smartest.

-But he's definitely the most cunning.

-And he would do anything to have you.

[total-lost-boys-simp]

SCREAM QUEEN Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Okay so basically let’s just cut to the chase, the main character “(y/n)” is Sidney Prescott’s little step sister, yeah? Well what happens when she takes Sid’s place as the final girl? A whole lot.

Disclaimer: this follows the movie very closely with little change other than the reader insert portions, so like I’m not trying to be like “Oh yeah this is all me” bc it’s not (RIP Wes Craven 😔🙏🏻🕊⚰️)

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Chapter 3

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Once we got off the bus a few people said bye to  Sid and I. "Can you check the mail?" Sid asked, I can see why she wouldn't want to. "Mhm," I said as she walked ahead. It was as empty as Michael Myers' soul. I instantly zipped upstairs and to the bathroom, "Calling dibs on the shower!" Nothing followed, wow not even a small 'Whatever!'.

  Once I was out I pulled my hair up into the towel and wrapped another one around me before heading to my room. Maybe I was just a bit too paranoid after today but I thought I heard something coming from the living room. "Hello?" I asked, no answer. "God if this were a horror movie I would be so dead..." I trailed my words just like I trailed the weird noise, quickly snatching up a vase from the hallway. I crept down the stairs and to the living room when I heard a crash. I jumped out ready to hit the culprit! Only to find Sidney picking up the phone. "What the hell are you doing?!" She exclaimed, obviously shocked to see her usually collected sister wielding a vase above her head. "I thought you were the killer!" I shouted, trying to keep the laughter of this humiliating moment at bay. Both Sid and I busted out laughing before she said, "I'm going to call Tatum now, why don't you go get dressed and make some snacks?" Of course I was going to do what she said, she was doing me a favor for many things.

  In the kitchen I still felt a little uneasy, like someone was just lurking around the corner ready to stab me from behind. "I've been watching too many horror movies..." Then I stopped to think for a minute. "Well actually the last movie I watched was Psycho with Stu and Billy when they invited Sid and I." I know I'm just talking to myself as I make peanut butter sandwiches but who doesn't? "Ya' know honestly if I could've I probably would've kissed Stu, right in the scene where Norman is cleaning the hotel room but he's completely oblivious to the newspaper carrying all the money. Much like Stu is completely oblivious on how to go about things correctly..."

  My little monologue must've sucked me in a little too much considering I didn't hear Sid laughing on the couch. "Oh my god, don't do that! You scared me!" I shouted in total shock just holding up the kitchen knife, bread crust crumbs still covering the blade. "Are you all packed for tonight?" She asked me as she put her things together. "Uh good question," I said as I put down the plate of PB&J's on the coffee table. Sidney turned on the tv and started skimming through the channels as I ran up the stairs. Every channel she landed on was talking about the murders.

  Coming back down the stairs I ran to the living room where Sid placed her things, not even noticing her in the other room until I went down the hallway. "Hey Sid-" Oh, she's asleep, seems like she just fell asleep too. I quickly grabbed a blanket for her and laid it over her as she snored a little. I take this time to go to the living room and catch up on some sleep of my own. The past few nights have just been feeling weird and off so I've been staying up late.

  When a loud ringing from the other room blairs through the house I jolted up, ready for action! That was until Sid picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She groggily asked.

"Who is it?" I whispered as I peaked out from the wall.

Completely ignoring me, Sid takes hold of the small clock on the side table and says, "It's past seven."

"Ugh oh that's comforting," She said to the person on the other line. At this point I'm pretty sure it's Tatum.

I sit down on the couch swinging Sid's legs onto my lap.

"Whatever, just hurry, okay?" Sid said, stifling a laugh before hitting the end call button and placing the phone back on it's base.

I looked over to her and asked, "So what was that about?"

"Hmm? Oh i-" Before she could even get a real word out the phone rang again.

When Sid picks up the phone she immediately says, "Tatum just get in the car-"

Now that I'm closer to her I can hear the other line and that definitely doesn't sound like Tatum.

"Hello Sindey," A familiar oddly pitched raspy voice called to her. This made me roll my eyes, the boys again.

"Uh hi, who is this?" She asked, moving her legs and sitting upright.

"You tell me," He says in a nonchalant tone.

"Well I have no idea?" Sid said, her voice starting to quake a little. I'm tempted to just take the phone from her and yell at the person on the other end.

"Scary night isn't it? With the murders and all it's like right out of a horror movie," His words slither out, creepy and cold like ice.

Sidney's expression lightened as she said, "Randy you gave yourself away, are you calling from work cause Tatum's on her way over."

Walking around her I go turn on the lamp when I hear, "Do you even like scary movies, Sidney?" That's the worst question to ask Sid of all people.

"I like that thing you're doing with your voice Randy, it's sexy." Sid says, her own voice going a little deeper.

Now this made me laugh a little, "Randy and the word sexy in the same sentence, now that's weird," I said just above a whisper.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" He asked, this made me roll my eyes since he asked me the same question last night.

"Oh come on Randy, you know I don't watch that shit." She said, fidgeting around in her stance now.

I myself felt offended and shot her a look, this made her throw up her one free hand.

"Oh why not, too scared?" 'Randy' asked.

"No no, it's just- what's the point, they're all the same," She said as she threw her arm outward, "Just some stupid killer stalking some big breasted girl who can't act. Whose running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door, it's insulting."

They're not all like that, I think to myself

"Are you alone in the house?" 'Randy's' question made me stand up straight and look over at Sid.

"Randy that's so unoriginal, I'm disappointed in you," She said looking over at me as she faced the window at the back of the couch.

"Maybe that's because I'm not Randy." He said, I could feel my heart beat pick up... this is getting a little too close for comfort.

Sid gets up from the couch placing her hand on her hip and asks, "So who are you?"

"The question isn't who am I, the question is where am I?" The caller said, okay now this isn't good.

Snatching the phone out of Sid's hands I aggressively asked, "So where are you?"

"Your front porch," The caller said as if he were still talking to the same person.

Staying in the same spot but keeping an eye on Sidney who was no doubt going to the porch I asked, "Why would you be calling from our front porch?"

"That's the original part," he says.

"Oh yeah? Nice fucking try." I said as Sidney opened the door, "Calling your bluff."

"So where are you?" I asked, feeling the wind from the cold night already telling me Sid was outside.

"Right here." The caller said, startled, I spin around only to be met with empty space.

Walking to the porch myself I asked the caller, "Can you see Sidney right now?"

"Uh-huh," he says in confirmation.

"What is she doing then? Hmm? Tell me," I said. If it weren't such a serious situation I would've gotten the camera at the sight of Sidney picking her nose.

"HELLOOO" My big sister called out.

"Nice try Randy, tell Tatum to hurry up. Bye now" I chimed to the other line with a giggle escaping my throat. Sid linked arms with me.

"If you hang up on me you'll die, just like Sidney's mother!" The caller shouts, loud enough for Sidney to hear right next to me.

We both freeze in our tracks equally scared and appalled by the words that just left his mouth.

"Do you want to die, (y/n) , her mother sure didn't?" They asked me. Sid's grip on my arm tightened.

"Fuck you, you creep!" I ragefully whispered into the phone. I rushed both Sidney and I into the house before locking the door. That wasn't enough though since the supposed caller jumped out of our closet. Sid and I ducked but not before he landed a blow on her. Not on my sister you don't! I hit him on the back of the head but this caused him to turn around and shove me back, making me hit my head and everything started getting dizzy. The killer was on top of Sidney before she kicked him off. As fast as she could she grabbed me as I was trying to open the door, not realising it was latched.

  Running up the stairs with the killer on our tail Sid flung me into her room first before she did the same to herself and closed her door. The great thing about Sidney's room is that her bedroom door and closet door were right next to each other so if the closet door was open the bedroom door couldn't. The killer did his best by swinging his arm trying to attack Sidney and I. Doing the smartest thing I could right now I picked up the phone and dialed 911 while Sid failed at shutting her window. To no avail though, the phone line was dead. Sid pushed me aside and went to her computer inputting the numbers 9-1-1. Then it stopped, the killer was gone.

  A loud thud at Sidney's window sill startled us before we realized who it was. "Billy!" Sid exclaimed, relieved to see her boyfriend. I just stood there with my guard still up..

"The door was locked, I heard screaming, You alright?" He asked Sid as he looked over at me.

"The killer's here, he's in the house." She said as she hugged Billy tight, sobs just releasing from her mouth left and right.

"He's gone, he's gone." Billy cooed into her ear as she hugged him. The expression on his face gave me goosebumps.

All was fine until Billy dropped something... a small black compact cell phone. Oh shit.

In a mad frenzy I rush towards Sidney tearing her away from Billy's grasp and run out of the room with her hand in mine.

"Wait, Sid, no! Wait wait wait! (Y/n)!" We heard Billy shout as we reached the front door.

Sydney opens the front door in a hurried panic and we're met with that same white ghostly mask again! We both shriek out in pure terror! And so does... Dewey. Nevermind the day is saved...

  It felt so surreal to be sitting here on the tail of the ambulance with Sid while Billy is getting forced into the back of a cop car. They just got done checking me and Sid for any bruises or contusions. Billy wailed for Sidney much like the car sirens wailed to alert danger. Walking up to us the sheriff said, "Well, we're seeing a lot of you today." Then Dewey spoke up asking, "You girls going to be able to come down to the station and answer a few questions?"

"Oh shit, Sydney, (y/n)!" Tatum's voice made me pop my head up. Happy to see a face we can comfortably trust.

"God I'm so sorry I showed up late," Tatum continued, holding Sid's hands and cupping my face.

"Tatum you can't be here it's an official crime scene." Dewey said as he grabbed hold of his sister to escort her away.

"No!" I shouted, everyone looked in my direction before Sid said, "It's okay."

"Their parents are out of town, alright? They're staying with us tonight." Tatum said as she scoffed at her older brother.

"Does mom know?" Dewey asked, for what reason? I'm not sure.

"Yes dufus," Tatum said, pretty sure she just wanted to get us out of there at this point.

I could see the Sheriff holding the costume the killer wore as Sid and I got into the back of the car. This has officially become the most terrifying night of my life. I grabbed onto Sidney's arm for comfort as she petted my hair on the way to the station. As we were about to pull away from our house a news van came rolling in. Out hopped none other than the devil herself, Gale Weathers. We could hear her call out for Sid as we drove away.

[lholland14]

I'm Sorry (Jessie Fleming x reader)

Hey recently started reading your fics and I really love them. I was wondering could you do maybe a reader x Jessie Fleming. Where they met in college and both play for their national teams and have been dating for a while. And they both play in a friendly against each other but they end up going into a rough tackle with each other so the reader has to be taken off for a light injury. Basically the team gets really protective of the reader at the hotel and is shocked to find Jessie at the door with a bunch of goodies and flowers for the reader and is shocked to see how affectionate and cuddley they are until they tell them they are dating.

How to describe Jessica Alexandra Fleming? She's sweet, kind, smart, and insanely talented. She's my sweet, kind, smart, and insanely talented girlfriend.

We met in collage when I was on scholarship for soccer. She asked me out by placing a soccer ball in front of two soccer nets with sign "Yes and "No" while she held up a sign that said "Will you go out with me?" I accepted of course. We've been dating ever since.

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Two years later I made the USA national team, Jess however, was already on it. Sure we've versed each other before, but today it just felt different.

I can't explain it but today I just had a bad feeling as I walked up the field looking for my girlfriend for some comfort.

When I finally found her lined up next to one of her teammates. When I saw her I instantly grinned at her, she gave me a goofy smile in return.

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Right before the game started I turned to Jessie to wish her good luck.

"May the odds be ever in your favour." I told her.

"May the games begin." Jessie replied giving me a rare smile.

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Half time ended quickly and we went to set up on the field again. I still had that bad feeling I couldn't shake. It didn't take me long to figure out why.

In the 70th minute of the game when Quinn slid in front of Julie causing her to lose the ball. I was closet and started running towards the ball to regain possession. I sped up when a noticed a Canadian player close to me, they started to catch up so I slid, but so did they. We crashed right into each other, I cried out in pain as their cleat hit my face and stomach. Within seconds teammates from each side began circling around us all concerned and a few crying.

I had no idea why they were crying until I felt the blood. Crimson red all over my hands and jersey, I felt liquid running down the side of my face, from my mouth and nose.

I could faintly see the person I clashed with. Their face was blurry but I'd recognize her's anywhere. Jessie. My Jessie.

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I woke up in my hotel bed with some of the USWNT surrounding me. Apparently the doctor cleared me and I begged them to take me back to the hotel, which was where I was now.

A sudden knock on the door has your teammates all turning away from you and towards the open door where they're all surprised to see Jessie Fleming standing, holding flowers and chocolate in her hand.

"Hey...Can I come in?" She asks and you nod not even holding back your smile smile, your teammates part so the 23 year old can make her way to you.

I bit my bottom lip, a smile stretching across my face as I looked up at the girl who glances away in shame.

"Of course." I grinned at her, then glaring at my teammates to get out.

They quickly got the hint and left, but not with out casting one last worried glance my way and giving Jess a glare and cold shoulder.

When they left Jessie spoke up

"I'm so sorry Y/N... I-I-I didn't mean to hurt you... I just-"

I cut my girlfriend off by kissing her,  right away her arms wrapped around my neck playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. My arms wrapped around her waist holding on tight.

"It's okay, it was just an accident." I reassured her when we parted.

"Come here," I gestured to the pillow next to me "I wanna cuddle."

When Jess heard my request she dashed over to the pillow and immediately put her head on my chest as I entwined our hands.

We stayed there like that for who knows how long.

~~~

I was distracted by Jess I didn't even realize my teammates had came back to check on me and had watched the exchange between the two of us.

"What the f-" Kelley started until Sam put her hand over Kelleys mouth giving her a look.

Sam stopped one, unfortunately she could not stop the cacophony of voices made by other surprised teammates.

When they all finally shut up Tobin asked a question that had been. in her mind ever since she opened the door.

"Are you two...dating?" Tobin asked slowly.

"Yup." Not even paying attention to the question.

"Who asked?" Julie inquired.

Jessie blushed before muttering, "I did." then hid her face in my neck.

Again, the cacophony resumed.

Only when Alex yelled for them to shut up and gestured for Jess to come out of the bed and meet her outside.

I could tell Jess was nervous so I squeezed her hand, feeling some of the tension leave her body she got up and went outside to meet up with some of the vets.

~~~

Jessie's prov

I had a feeling that I would be getting The Talk from Alex since Y/n was always telling me the she was, in fact, her team mom. However I hadn't expected it to be more than one person giving it to me as well. Alyssa Neaher was the first one to start talking before the other vets circled me.

I froze as they all started talking at once. I easily caught the general drift of their speech being about Y/n and that I could never hurt her.

"Hey," Chris yelled out. It wasn't until Tobin whistled that the others got quiet. They all turned to look at me, but only Alex spoke.

"If you hurt Y/n, we hurt you. Trust me, we can. Got it?" She spoke solemnly, other nodding along to her words.

I gulped but nodded my head.

We went back in and found Y/n eyes already on me. I gave her a small smile, before looking at some of the rookies, they stared back at me before Sam walked over to Jess.

"Since they already gave you the talk I suppose its only fair that I-" she started only before Sonnett interrupted her "Dibs!"

The cacophony resumed...again.

I slowly shuffled over to where my girlfriend stood and hugged her out of reflex Y/n kissed the side of my head before resting her chin on my shoulder.

Y/n and I stood  there lost in our own world not realizing that the players had stopped arguing and stared at us, most of them giving us soft smiles. It wasn't until I heard a click that we pulled away.

"What?" Kristie asked innocently "we have to documant the historic moment of when Baby Canada and Baby America became an official WOSO couple."

I looked at the ground blushing, while Y/n went over to Kristie to ask for her to send her the photo.

All and all we were met with lots of supportive teasing. The US players back towards the door, some of the rookies giving Y/n winks and a couple of thumbs ups before they leave.

Y/n shook her head, grinning before turning back to me.

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

[babymetaldoll]

The "Rumple Buttercup" situation (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader)

Requested?: Yes!

Hi, I don't know if this is where you take request but I was thinking about a 2nd part to "The devils food cake" chapter about when they think of names they argue about the middle name being rumple (Matthew wants rumple to be the middle name (y/n) doesn't)

Category: Flufflies fluff. Hardcore fluff.  

Summary: Matthew tries to convince his wife to name their first newborn "Rumple Buttercup."

Warnings: Zero. I don't think I even cursed on this one. But you have to know how to handle your fluff.

Word count: 2K

Masterlist

You can read the original one shot here 

A/N: Hello! How is everybody doing this week? Sending love to all my pretty people 💜 I got so excited with this request I made this gif for it ✨

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The house was oddly silent when (Y/N) walked in. She smelled the fresh baked cookies and... lavender? That was new. The place wasn't a mess when she left the house that morning, but it didn't look like that at all. Someone had been taking care of everything in her absence.

- "Matthew?"- (Y/N) walked in and took a look around. Everything was clean and in perfect order. It didn't loot at all like the house she had left that very same morning.

- "In the kitchen, Bunny!"- he announced with a cheerful voice and (Y/N) followed the delicious smell and the sweet voice of her husband.

- "Welcome back! How was your day with your mom?"

- "Hey! It was good. I had fun"- Matthew smiled at his wife as soon as he watched her walk into the kitchen and opened his arms to greet her with a warm hug.

- "I missed you, Bunny"- he whispered and kissed her lips sweetly, cupping her face with both hands, holding her cheeks, and caressing them with his lips.

- "I missed you too, honey."- (Y/N) murmured and sighed, enjoying the sensation of Matthew's hands on her.

- "And how's my little baby bean?"- he whispered, and his hands traveled from her face to her belly.

- "Baby Gub is kicking a lot today. I think he is having a rave in there."

The way Matthew's heart skipped a beat each time he heard the words "Baby Gub" killed him. He couldn't get over the fact he was going to be a father in four months. He couldn't believe it yet. It was his dream come true.

So, Matthew hummed in response and kissed his wife one more time before looking at her with a big adorable, and goofy smile.

- "I've got you a little surprise,"- he announced and held her hand

- "Really? I noticed you did some cleaning. Is that the surprise?"- (Y/N) asked as Gubler insisted she sat on a couch and helped her taking out her purple Converse.

- "That's part of the surprise,"- Matthew answered with a mysterious smile- "Now stay here and relax for a minute."

- "But no. Wait, stay here too, I missed you," (Y/N) argued, but Gubler just pecked her lips and walked back to the kitchen.

- "It will only be a second, Bunny! Meanwhile, tell me, what did you do with your mom today."

- "She took our baby bean shopping. Can you help me get a million bags from the car later?"

- "Sure!!"- Gubler yelled from the kitchen- "What did you get?"

- "Mom went nuts and got us so many baby clothes. I don't think our baby will have time to wear it all before it's too small for him."- Matthew chuckled at the idea of their baby wearing tiny socks that didn't fit on his little feet.

- "Then, she invited me for lunch and overfed me, but I can't complain, 'cos I was starving, and she took me to that little Italian place near to their house, and it's just so good! I think I ate my weight on garlic bread."

Matthew frowned and looked at the tray he was preparing. It had homemade cookies, a chocolate milkshake, one cupcake, and a heart-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

- "So... you are not hungry?"- he asked, hesitant to bring his wife the snack he had prepared for her.

- "Starving, actually. Your son is gonna make me gain a million pounds."- Matthew smiled and grabbed the tray, walking with confidence back to the family room.

- "That's what I wanted to hear, 'cos I made this for you."

(Y/N) widened her eyes in awed, smiled at her husband when he stood by her side and placed the tray on her legs.

- "I cooked all your favorites while you were gone"

- "Matthew Gray, you are the sweetest husband on Earth"- (Y/N) raised her hands and reached his face, forcing him to lean over and kiss her.

- "What do you want?"- she whispered and smiled

- "What do you mean?"

- "I'm your wife. I've known you for the last... nine years. I know you are going to ask me for something"- Gubler gasped, pretending to be shocked and insulted, but (Y/N) shook her head and took a large sip of her milkshake.

- "Really, (Y/N). I can't believe you think I'm nice to you only because I wanna ask you for something."

- "So you won't?"- (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and chewed a cookie- "These are delicious, honey. Thank you so much."

- "no, you already broke my heart"- Matthew sighed and sat at the other side of the couch.

- "Oh, come on!"

- "I was just trying to be nice with my wife."

- "You are adorable. If I weren't pregnant already, I would actually ask you to knock me up"- Gubler tried not to chuckle but failed.

- "Come on, Gub, give me a smile"- (Y/N) giggled and looked at Matthew- "You know you want to smile."

- "Stop it."

- "Come on, honey"- (Y/N) reached out for his hand and held it- "Just tell me what it was that you wanted to ask me"- Gubler bit his inner cheek and sighed.

- "I hate that you know me so well."

- "It's part of the job of being your wife"- (Y/N) smiled pleased and grabbed another cookie- "So?"- she chewed the cookie and gave one to Matthew.

- "Ok... here's the deal"- Matthew ran his hands through his hair and made a pause, trying to rearrange his thoughts. (Y/N) looked at him, waiting and eating all the cookies on the dish.

- "I'm waiting."

- "Ok, so... we are going to have a kid"- Matthew stated- "And that kid has to have a name"- suddenly (Y/N) knew exactly where that conversation was going.

- "Yes, he has."

- "And we haven't talked about the baby's name"

- "No"- (Y/N) shook her head and crossed her arms on her chest immediately.

- "But I haven't even told you what I wanted to ask."

- "The baby's name won't be Rumble Buttercup."

Matthew opened his mouth to argue, and (Y/N) looked right into his eyes with a deadpan stare.

- "But why not?"

- "Are you serious, Matthew? You already have a "kid" named Rumple."

- "Yes, but it's different, 'cos he is my "first child book," and our baby is our firstborn child."

- "No"- (Y/N) shook her head again and grabbed the sandwich. Yes, she had eaten most of the day, but she really felt hungry. Maybe it was anxiety or cravings, but whatever it was, she just felt hungry the whole time.

- "Come on (Y/N), be fair here."

- "Ok, I'll be fair. Explain your case."

Matthew stood up and cleared his throat, ready to convince his wife. He fixed his hair, though it was a useless attempt to look a little more serious. If anything, he just made her want to laugh more, 'cos he was being adorable.

- "Ever since I was a little kid, I always dreamed about the day I could call my first son "Rumple Buttercup." Rumple is an old family name in the Gubler family, and I am sure naming our baby as his ancestors will assure him a life of happiness and love."

Gubler smiled at his wife, and (Y/N) nodded, chewing the last bite of the sandwich.

- "Who was called Rumple in the Gubler's family?"- she asked, and Matthew almost jumped, looking at her excitedly.

- "Excellent question, Bunny. You'll see, my great-great-grandfather, Rumple Buttercup Gubler, first arrived in America in early 1800, all alone with no family. And he built the first casino of Las Vegas."

- "In the early 1800"- (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and tried not to laugh.

- "He was a visionary. Don't you want our baby to be a visionary too?"

- "I do, I definitely do. But... can we talk about my great-great-grandfather? His name was Yertle, and he also had a vision. And a mustache!"- (Y/N) said and made her best not to laugh, as Matthew raised an eyebrow and bit his lips, trying not to laugh as well.

- "Yertle?"- he asked, crossing his arms on his chest- "Your great-great grandfather's name was Yertle?

- "Yes"- she nodded and smiled- "Yertle the Turtle. It's also an old family name, and most of the man in my family had carried that name after him".

- "I've never heard of one an "uncle Yertle" when we hang out with your family."

- "I've never heard of an "uncle Rumple Buttercup" when we hang out with yours."

- "He has been mentioned many times. All the Rumples of my family has been amazing men."

- "Just like our good old Yertle."

- "But I called dibs on the baby's name!"- Matthew failed and laughed at his own words and sat by his wife, huffing. (Y/N) giggled and rested her head on his shoulder.

- "What if we find a great name together?"- she whispered. Matthew held her hand and played with her fingers between his for a second.

- "Or we can call him Rumple."

- "Rumple Yertle Gubler"- she whispered and shook her head- "I'm not sure."

- "Rumple Buttercup Yertle Gray Gubler"- he corrected and chuckled- "Fine, let's find another name."

- "Thank you, honey"- (Y/N) smiled and sighed- "Wanna split the cupcake?"

- "Yes, please."

Matthew looked at his wife, carefully splitting the cupcake he had made for her, and took half. He could have had a whole tray of cupcakes, but that was the only one that didn't burn. Matthew wasn't really the best baker in the world, but he had tried his best. He wanted to do something nice for his wife. She hadn't been feeling good in the last few weeks. The baby kept her up most of the nights, moving and kicking. She couldn't really rest, and everybody kept telling her it wasn't going to be any better once the baby was born.

- "So... wanna think of names now?"- (Y/N) asked him with a smile- "Wanna think of another man with an amazing vision and incredible mustache to name our baby?"

- "Actually"- Matthew whispered and smiled- "I had a plan B in case you weren't on board with Rumple."

- "Really?"- (Y/N) frowned, wondering what was Matthew going to come up with now- "Suprise me."

- "Vincent"- there was a long silence after Gubler said that name. (Y/N) gave it a little thinking, running all the nickname options in her head.

- "Vincent Gray Gubler"- Matthew added the rest of the name- "What do you think?"

- "LIttle Vincent Gray Gubler... Vince, Vinnie..."

- "Like Vincent Price. He is an amazing man with a vision and an incredible mustache."

(Y/N) kept nodding as she finished eating her cupcake. Her husband turned to her and waited for an answer.

- "I love the name"- she whispered and grinned at Matthew- "What do you think, Vincent Gray?"- she asked, looking at her tummy.

- "Knock once for yes and twice for no"- Matthew giggled and caressed (Y/N) belly. And as if he could hear them, the little baby kicked her once. The Gublers looked at each other with wide-opened eyes, surprised and shocked by the quick answer of their unborn son.

- "It's settled then, Vincent!"- Matthew replied to the belly and kissed it- "You just picked your name!"

(Y/N) looked at her husband and moved closer, holding his face with both hands, and pulling him closer to her.

- "I love you, Gub"- she whispered and kissed him

- "I love you too, Mrs. Gub."

- "Thank you for putting a baby on my belly,"- she murmured, and he chuckled, caressing her hair and looking into her eyes, which were getting a little tearful at the moment.

- "Sorry, hormones"- she excused herself and chuckled- "I'm just so excited we picked his name."

- "I'm excited too, Bunny,"- Matthew whispered and kissed her one more time- "Now, what do you say I get you some herbal tea?"

- "I'd ask you to marry me, but you already did,"- she answered with a huge smile. Matthew kissed her one more time and stood up. Vincent Gray Gubler. Sounded like a dream.  

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[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Pt. 10

a/n: based on this post uwu

okayokayokayyeyyy

LOOOK I LOVE THIS SCENE LIKE I CAN GO ON A RANT OF HOW IMPORTANT THIS SCENE IS LIKE SKDJSLDKKSSM

okay so

yuhhhhhh

the way this is set up is basically seijoh simping for you

also they have their own separate gc just for them bc they dont want you to see them just simping for you

even tho oiks ltr does that everyday

but hes not ready for that conversation

there was a few times that you were kinda curious as to what was in the chat

but they would click off and they would blush before diverting you to a different conversation

this might sound hella weird and creepy

idk bout yall but i think its cute that they take random pictures of you doing the sinplest things

this all started bc of one picture

from baby aki-kun

so basically you stayed behind with kunimi during monday to just study and you sat in front of him while sharing his desk

babie took a pic of you just studying and he sent it to the gc with no context

its a known fact that seijoh doesnt practice during mondays so they were all doing something out of school

but they were all missing you so seeing you with kunimi fueled jealousy in everyone

even kyo

oikawa blew up in the chat and was keyboard smashing

the others were just teasing him like hes lucky youre with him

but behind the screen, they were blushing and red and envious and AAAAA

thus spurred on some sort of competition

like they would send the chat pictures of you like 'hA TAKE THAT SHES WITH ME'

unbeknowst to you, these boys have folders of just cute candid pics of you

oikawas insta is filled of you and his snap is full of you in his story and his tiktok is full of screaming simp rants about you

the tiktok comments are all like, 

‘IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!’

‘OIKAWA-SAN SHES ADORABLE’

‘BACK🤺OFF🤺OIKAWA🤺I🤺CALLED🤺DIBS🤺ON🤺HER🤺FIRST🤺‘

random ones like him doing a day in my life type of vids and you appearing and everyone can just see the small blush on his face and the bashful yet happy smile on his lips

its really adorable

but the real ones know that shes been appearing in his insta since day 1

moilk.bread.1

thats practically your account now 

welll,,,

its more of a fan account for you and a lot of people from aoba johsai follow that account since you dont have an official one yet so they all simp for you there

the pictures were all from everyone like the boyz group chat was a haven for your candids

you did think it was strange that the boys would constantly ask to take pictures with you and everyone was just trying to get a pic to have aesthetic couple pics w you

and they would put it as their wallpaper or lockscreen

IMAGINE THE BLUSH THEY WOULD GET WHEN COMPLETE STRANGERS WOULD ASK THEM IF THATS THEIR GIRLFRIEND

oooo i mentioned this in the post too that iwa and you went to the gym and you guys took a mirror pic

after, you didnt really like the gym bc its just hard yanno?

iwa went back and while he was setting up his weights and equipments, his gym buddy noticed his phone light up causing your picture to show up

'oh? is that your girlfriend, iwaizumi?'

duh he doesnt have a girlfriend so he was like 🤨 until he saw his phone

the lockscreen was blaringly bright and your 'couple pic' was showing with the notifications

totally not oikawa blowing up their group chat bc he was with you

ofc babie hajime got all flustered and he blushed before shaking his head

'n-no'

he mumbled and his buddy laughed before clapping his back

'well, you obviously like her so do somethinf about it before someone does'

dont you think he doesnt know that?

also with mattsun!

this mans works in a cute cafe that this old granny owns and this thought has been living in my head rent free

and he was working during the weekend at the cafe

there were other people there but granny loves him bc hes been working there sibce he was like 15 and she took care of him a lot

he was like a grandson

so while he was serving, this granny was manning the cashier and checking people out

issei's phone was there on the table behind the counter and it started glowing at the indication of the messages being received

'have a nice day-oh!'

she noticed it right there and she saw the picture on his lockscreen

you were probably being carried by him due to your levelness with his height and you were kissing his cheek while issei smiled brightly

that was a picture you both took during an outing at the mall and the sunset behind you was just perfect to take a picture in

poor granny was like 'oop dont look at the messages' so she turned it over to not go to his privacy

there again you were

it was a polaroid of you two and he was backhugging you at school

hint? 👀

askldfjlsdkf

she knew issei was a very handsome young man so there shouldnt have been a surprise that he would be dating someone

can we name this granny?

granny inko lol

okay so granny inko saw issei coming over to rest the serving board thing and she beckoned him over

mattsun nodded and leaned over the counter to see what she wanted only to be greeted with a flick to the forehead

‘oW what was that for?’

he whined while holding the spot

granny inko tutted disapprovingly before crossing her arms

‘youve been working all week this week when you could’ve taken time off to spend it with your pretty lady. is this how men are nowadays? didn’t i teach you right to treat women properly?’

duh baby mattsun was confused like O_O

‘wha?’

his dumb question made her grab the phone and place it on the counter in front of him

‘your girlfriend, child. women need attention constantly and as much as you want that money, is it worth losing that smile full of happiness?’

okay stop it granny im getting emotional

more like disagreeing bc that wouldnt put food on the table BUT ANYWAYS

baby issei was surprisingly embarassed and scratched his neck

‘um,, baa-chan,,,,, she’s not my girlfriend’

he flustered and gave her an awkward smile

granny inko shot him a confused look and tapped the phone

‘well, she looks like she is. and if not, better hurry your move, boy. girls that make men happy like that only comes as rare as a good scratch ticket’

LMAO 

i do not encourage gambling so please save your money kids

you know what

these boys do that just to actually feel like it

okay thats confusing so imma explain it in greater detail

whenever someone mistakes you as their girlfriend, it makes them feel like you are for that split second and its just an addicting feeling

its like what if you were their girlfriend?

i mean, youre already the whole team’s girlfriend but theyre greedy brats and just want you for themselves

ohohohohoh

kyo!!

kyo def has a selfie of you both with the doggie filter but it was actually you who took it while he was just staring at you in the background

that was his lockscreen for like the rest of his high school career

lol

anyways!!

he was actually in a fight and during it, his phone fell off to the ground and conveniently oikawa messaged causing it to light up

one of the thugs had their hands gripping kyo’s collar and was pushing him against the wall while the others were surrounding them

they saw the phone flash and kyo cursed at the terrible timing and he made a mental note on killing oikawa later

a guy picked it up and he smirked, seeing the pretty smile of a pretty girl

‘heh? whats this?’

kyotani pushed the guy who was holding him but other two surged towards him and held him tighter

their leader snatched the device and chuckled

‘oh. its that bitch from his school. what is it’

he snaps his fingers as he tries to remember before stopping

‘aha! l/n y/n!’

kyo growled

‘shut up!’

the guy grinned at him and tapped the phone against kyo’s chin

‘oh yea. i heard shes a cutie. most people here know her, kid. now we know shes connected to you and guess what. you cross us again, she’ll take your place as you are right now. orrrr, we can,,, use her as our pet. thats how she is in your team, right? so let us have a turn. maybe we can send you a pic, hm?’

yea no that wasnt happening

kyotani easily beat those people up after because even just saying that unleashes power he didnt know he had

‘bastard. youre lucky this is just a warning. you touch her and i will kill you’

he landed one last kick on the guy’s face before taking the phone and leaving

now he has to figure out how to hide the bruises

you fussed later and he didnt tell you the reason instead just saying they said something that made him angry

nah

you were a person he didnt want to disappoint and he knows how much it hurts you to see him in that state

that was one of the things he hated but loved at the same time

you were such an empath that you would treat him and wince as if you were the one feeling the pain instead of him

and it made him feel special

you were one of the few things he holds close and he would be damned if anything happened to you because of him

the group chat was actually just blowing up with more screaming and the third years yelling at each other with the first years just casually reading the texts

they were used to the arguments within the team and you would remain so naive with the whole thing

kunimi is the type to keep silent and he didnt really care about anyone getting angry if you were spending time with him

but he does get annoyed if you were with kindaichi because you three were a package lol

like when kindaichi and you were at the arcade, this kid walked all the way there just because he didnt want kindaichi to hog you to himself

duh you thought this was adorable and endearing bc they wanted to hang out w you

no LUV theyre greedy brats who gets jealous over yOU

OH

so like i mentioned before that you and makki would walk over to the bakery and you guys would buy food there and such

and its also canon in here that makki only shares his food with you and no one else lol

why?

because when you eat the puffs, you put one in each cheek and it makes you look so adorable like a squirrel

sorry but squirrels are so cute like AAAAA

makki takes so many pictures of you and a lot are surprise shots where your eyes would be wide with cheeks full of food

aaaaa so cute

like you and makki sat down on a bench in the park across the bakery and you excitedly dug in to your own treat

makki chuckled at your excitement but he placed his hand on you arm to stop you

‘y/n-chan. say aaa’

you lit up and let him put the puff in your mouth and thought he was done but was surprised when there were two

you happily chewed it and went back to looking at your treats

but makki interrupted you again by calling you out

‘princess~’

the nickname made your eyes widen with red painting your cheeks and the shutter of the camera made you realize what he did

‘makki-senpai!’

you whined and he laughed

makki had a lovestruck smile on his face and he wiped the bit of creme on the corner of your lip

‘gotta take care of my princess~’

STOPPPPP MY HEART? GONE MY SOUL? GONE HOTEL? TRIVAGO

OH MY GOD IM IN SUCH A MAKKI AND MATTSUN AND IWA AND OIKAWA AND THIRD YEARS IN GENERAL BRAIN ROT PLEASE HELP

but we gotta give love to the second years :’)

ive mentioned that watari is the only person to ever go into your house right?

well, he comes over to cook and such so you guys spend time making food for the team 

watari takes this opportunity to take pictures of you cooking and the group chat cries bc its so domestic and they all start having the same thoughts

they really said seijoh braincells

it was like seeing a glimpse of a possible future for them

you, wearing an apron, cooking on the stove with your hair thrown in whatever with baggy clothes

gosh

thats like you someday being their wife and waking up one morning to see you there cooking in the kitchen

oikawa swears he had a dream that night because of that picture and he continuously thanks watari for YEARS because of that picture

okay are you curious about the dream?

yuhhh

oikawa woke up in an unfamiliar bed in a foreign room 

he felt his bones crack when he stretched and his hand extended out to a side that was still quite warm

hm

somebody must be sleeping next to him

then he stood up, catching his reflection in the mirror in front of the bed

;)

why would there be a mirror there hmmmm????

ANYWAYS

he noticed he had a bigger build and his hair was longer

then came the itch of the facial hair that he swore wasnt there a minute ago

this guy even checked out his butt and to his surprise, wow

obviously he was confused and a part of him thought this was the future

tooru walked to the door to go into the hallway and concluded, yep, this was not his house

then he heard music being played somewhere and a mixture of voices coming from a room

sounded like a woman and children

he stops at the top of the stairs, suddenly hit of the thought that this voice was so familiar

‘hm?’

tooru walked downstairs and stopped when down the hallway in front of the steps led to the kitchen where the voices seemed to lead to

‘mama! mama! mama! toast! i wan toast!’

‘in a bit, darling. just let me finish flipping the pancake’

the song was lo-fi with the volume being turned low enough to hear the voices fine

tooru wandered down the hallway and he stopped, finally seeing the owners of those voices

there was a handsome little boy sitting on the chair by the island and his brown hair was a mess of wild curls

there was a woman with h/c hair swaying to the tune and a beautiful little girl curled up in her arms while sitting on her hip

‘hey’

oikawa spoke out and caught everyone’s attention

‘papa’s awake!’

‘pa!’

‘hello tooru’

tooru froze

that was you

he knows it’s you

‘y/n-chan’

he whispered and you looked back at him from the pan

‘yes? if youre looking for coffee, we ran out apparently’

that was not what he was talking about

he hastily walked over to the boy and he blinked rapidly

‘you look like me’

he mumbled and the child grinned

‘eung! papa  and yozo look the same! mama and nana say so!’

yozo?

feeling like all the attention was on him, the little girl whined and her hands made grabby motions to him

‘pa pa’

she whined and tooru just felt something in him that screamed to hold the kid

you shushed the little girl

‘dont worry, looney loon. papa’s right there’

loon?

tooru stayed frozen at his spot and you raised an eyebrow at him

‘tooru? luna wants you’

oh

luna

that snapped him out of his trance and he held the little girl in his arms where she smiled at him and then he felt tears welling up in his eyes

then he woke up

okay sorry that was a long dream

so this dragged on for so long already okay

this was only meant to be small but aaaaa i couldnt help itt!!!!

but anyways!

the boys are just simps for you and theyre creeps that take pictures of you and they think about you all the time pls accept their love

also a mild continuation of the dream:

oikawa was holding luna and she was happily laying there when another figure emerged from the hallway

‘iwa-chan?’

he asked, surprised

what was he doing here?

iwa heard his name and grunted before going to a beeline for you

you smiled at him and he leaned in to give you a kiss to which oikawa froze in

iwa noticed his best friend holding his daughter and luna saw her father there

‘daddy!’

she shrieked and tooru blanched

‘uh, what?’

iwa extended his hands out to hold the girl but tooru held her tightly and leaned back

haji narrowed his eyes

‘um, give me my daughter, oikawa’

he grumbled and tooru shook his head

‘no! shes my daughter!’

you blinked

‘your god daughter, yes. but she’s half of your best friend, tooru’

half of his-

god? daughter?

‘so that means-’

‘piece it together, oikawa. did ya get brain damage or something? babe, call the doctor’

oikawa screamed

a/n: lol look WHO ROSE FROM THE GRAVEEEEEEE :) anyways. i really want to deeply apologize to everyone for taking an unexpected break and i shouldve told you guys and im really sorry :( everythings just chaotic lmao and im just like taking a breath for a second uwu and im so AMAZED at how many people still follow me even tho ive been gone for so long like bls yall are real ones :’) i love you all and the req box is still closed at this time as i need to finish the ones i have first soo thankyou for reading thiss and hopefully ill update soonerr!!! :)))

also not me completely messing up my kuws and missing 8 and 9 in my masterlist and having a mindblowing realization that i have 10 keeping up with seijoh fics