#it’s 4 am so I’m explaining this badly but my thoughts are spinning him like a wheel of cheese

[skyward-children]

I was playing SkSw for the whatever time yesterday and kinda just. Realized smth. So there’s a blackout between the scene where you meet Fi and the scene where Link gets his knight uniform; I had lost a heart falling before that blackout, and when the blackout happened heard the telltale sound of hearts refilling. So, that could only mean Link slept, which even though the uniform cutscene takes place during the daytime and the meet Fi cutscene takes place at night, I never really thought about before.

I am thinking about it now. Oh, I am thinking about it.

Because just that night he learned about his destiny to save Zelda as the chosen hero of the goddess. Tomorrow he will wake up and put on his new uniform and plunge down to a surface world that only exists in his people’s legends, chasing after his childhood best friend with a literal metal sword lady as his guide. He’s never imagined anything beyond Skyloft. He’s never imagined Zelda being in any kind of danger. He’s never thought of them doing anything besides being best friends, living on Skyloft together and enjoying the daily antics of the town. And now he’s leaving everything he ever knew to go chase after Zelda in a place he didn’t even think existed.

And I just can’t stop thinking about it, because he’s Skyloft’s resident sleepyhead, known by literally the whole population for his love of sleep.

But I don’t think he slept a wink that night.

[youresog0lden]

Call Out My Name || S.R

Word Count: 2.1K 

Summary: being kidnapped was never easy and neither was being in love

Tagging: @doctorthreephds​

Warnings: cursing, kidnapping, nightmares, mentions of being kidnapped. 

Masterlist

Based off this post

I never thought it was going to be like this. To end up in the situation, in which a sadistic man kidnaps three federal agents, holds them hostage and makes them spill their darkest secrets. In which I also didn’t know that I was going to tell the only person I’ve ever loved that I loved him, in front of the girl he was in love with and, it is true I am completely and hopelessly in love with Spencer Reid. From the countless times we spent night on his or my couch watching Disney movies together or, when we would talk about stupid memories from our childhood, to times when he would cry to me about being scared of what his future would be like. I never in a million years thought I would be sitting on the floor hands tied together, feet tied together, tears spilling out of my eyes, and seeing Spencer and JJ sitting on the floor the same way. Broken glass and the numbing of my wrists were the only things I could feel right now. I wanted so badly to scream and shout. I wanted so bad to escape but being held at gunpoint won’t let me be able to do that. I wish I would’ve stayed with Emily, but I insisted I came with them. Is that selfish of me? It might be but it would be better than being here. 

“Okay so who’s going to start. We don’t have all night agents.” his voice was harsh. “Hmm, you.” he points his gun at JJ. 

“Start spilling or-” he takes a minute to look between Spencer and I. “He’s dead.” his gun pointed at Spencer. My eyes went wide, looking around for anything, anyway to get out of this. 

“Doll, we don’t have all day. I’m starting to get impatient.” I look the guy in the eyes before taking a deep breath. 

“My deepest secret is that I wish I never joined the BAU.” 

“Hmm. Not good enough, elaborate.” he smiled a crooked smile. I look at Spencer as he furrows his brows at me wondering what she was talking about. 

“I wish I never joined that BAU because I wouldn’t have fallen in love with someone I shouldn’t have.” 

“Who.” he jabbed, I looked at Spencer, then at JJ, then right back at Spencer. The ringing sounded throughout the room. I hear Spencer let out a yelp, when the bullet barely missed his leg and went straight to the floor.

“Spencer. I’m in love with Spencer.” she cried my eyes rushing to look anywhere but his right now. My eyes went wide as I felt a few tears prickle. I sat there just looking between them watching Spencer just sit there and stare at JJ with so much disbelief in his face. I mean who couldn’t the girl he was in love with just told him she was in love with him.  

“Good now-” before he could say anything another ringing sound was in the room. The smoke was filling the room, seeing it come from Spencer's hands, holding a gun. 

“Come on let’s go.” JJ said, lifting up Spencer and walking out holding him up. I let out a long awaited sigh and stood up walking to the exit. I watch the swat team come into the building along with the medics. I take a step out into the cold winter air letting it hit my face. 

“Y/N are you okay?” Emily walked up to me, putting her hand on my shoulder. 

“Ye-” I watched them hugging tightly. “Yeah, sorry I’m fine. I just think I really need some sleep.” I sighed. It didn’t take long before everyone was walking back to the jet, happy that no one got injured badly. Everyone sat on the plane making small talk, trying to defuse the tension. I just sat there staring at the ground, trying to get my mind off of what just went on. JJ was in love with Spencer and I couldn’t tell. I mean she did tell me her and Will were having some troubles right now, and her and Spencer had been hanging out a lot, and the way she looks at him. I’ve seen it somewhere I just can’t pinpoint it. I’ve seen that look before. It’s the look of hope, the look of being in love with someone. It’s the look I’ve given Spencer a thousand times. I was supposed to be a profiler and I couldn’t even see this coming. I felt my eyes get watery once again so I lay against my hands and try to go to sleep. 

After some much needed sleep, I feel someone trying to wake me up. I let out a loud yawn and meet the eyes of the one and only Luke Alvez. 

“It’s time to get up. We’re home.” I nod, grabbing my to-go back and walk off the jet. I don’t say anything to the team but a wave goodbye and quickly walk to my car. I sit in my car for a second before I can’t stop the tears. They start coming out, letting out loud sobs, and whimpers. I felt hopeless, I had no chance of being with him. I start my car, my hands shaking as I get to the apartment complex. Starting a long and treacherous night. I get to my apartment and unlock the door before sliding against it and bringing my knees up to my chest, letting out loud sobs. 

12:00 P.M 

My head was spinning, my throat was dry, my heart was heavy. I sat at the table looking through all the team photos, the photos of Spencer and I. Everything seemed so off recently and I was never able to tell. Going through the photos made my heart hurt more and more. Photos of Spencer holding my hands, kissing my cheeks, and holding me. It doesn’t take long before the tears start up again, and I’m all alone in my thoughts. 

1:00 A.M 

I’ve tried to sleep, but every time I fall asleep I see him, and her, and that place and I wake up screaming, with no one to hold me. To comfort me when I need it. I think about calling Spencer but I decide against it. He probably has a lot going on too. So I’m trying to go to sleep again. 

2:00 A.M

“Stop, please stop. I need him here.” my body was twisting in my sleep, sweat drenching off of me. 

“Please, kill me. Not him, kill me instead.” tears we’re on my cheeks. 

“I don’t think so, doll.” I jumped up, crying harder. 

3:00 A.M

My neighbors checked on me. They said I woke them up screaming and needed to make sure I was alright. I told them I was fine, just a bad dream and I’m sorry for waking them. I didn’t want to chance that again so I sat at my couch and stared at my t.v. Nothing was playing, no sound was coming from the apartment. It was cold and irey and I didn’t know why. 

4:00 A.M

My eyes are getting heavier, but every time I close my eyes I see him and the shop again. I see Spencer smiling with her. Everything just seemed to be about him, but now my eyes feel heavy and I’m fast asleep. 

11:00 A.M 

I woke up to someone shaking me awake. When my eyes do finally open then I look up to see a very worried Spencer looking over me. 

“What- what are you doing here.” I groaned sitting up. 

“We have a case, Emily tried to call you, so did JJ.” I winced when her name came out of his mouth. He didn’t say anything but it didn’t go unnoticed. 

“I um-” I was looking around my room for my phone, trying to find it. “I don’t know where my phone is.” I sit on my table, trying to fully wake up. 

“ ‘s okay. We all had a rough day yesterday. Emily said and I quote ‘I get it if you guys want to take some time off. That is understandable.’ but you never texted her back or me. I tried to call you. I was worried. I didn’t get to talk to you after… everything.” he looked at me. 

“How are you doing.” his hand went to my arm. I sigh at the touch, I wanted so badly to be mad at him but he’s here right now.

“It was a rough night. I couldn’t really sleep without-” I cleared my throat. 

“Without having this nightmare.” I looked into his eyes.

“What kind of nightmare.” he rubbed his hand up and down my arm. 

“I don’t know how to explain it.” 

“Y/N just talk to me.” he sighed softly. 

“I had a dream... we were back in that place but it was just us and the unsub.” 

“Us?” 

“You and me.” 

“He- he was trying to kill you, I begged him multiple times not too, but he didn’t care he shot you dead and told me it was my fault. All my fault and that I didn’t tell him a good enough secret.”  I cried. 

“Hey, Y/N. You’re okay. I’m here.” his hands wrap around my waist.

“I’m right here.” 

“Then I- I had another dream.” 

“Okay, tell me about it.” 

“He made you choose.” 

“He made me choose? Between?” I looked at him for a second. “JJ and I.” 

“That’s crazy why would I have to choose-” he stopped mid sentence and looked at me. It was like everything from the past night had finally made sense. 

“Do you love me?” his eyes snapped to mine. I looked down, his hand moving to my chin to lift it up. 

“Y/N.” 

“Yes.” it was barely audible. He let out a little smile.

“Why are you smiling.” 

“I just- I never thought someone like you would fall for someone like me.” 

“Are you crazy.” my eyes finally met his. “Spencer you are charming, caring, one of the sweetest people I have ever met. You care for everyone and anyone. You have one of the biggest hearts out there. You are so so smart, and anyone would be more than lucky to have you. Especially JJ.” my last part was quiet but I know he heard it.

“Why would I choose JJ.”

“Because she is so much smarter, prettier, can handle so much more than me. She is so much of a better person than I am.” I look down once again. 

“Y/N I don’t ever want to hear that. You are one of the sweetest people I know. You always put someone else before yourself. You are so beautiful, and you are so strong. If you weren’t as strong as I know you are you wouldn’t be doing this job. Y/N please don’t ever doubt yourself because I love you. I know I don’t act like it sometimes especially yesterday but we all had a lot going on. I just needed to sort out my mind. Y/N maybe if you asked me ten years ago who I would choose you or her. I might choose her, but today if you were to ask me who I would choose it would be you. No hesitations. I’ve loved you for the past five years. Every time I needed someone who was the person by my side. When I needed a shoulder to cry on one who was there. When I was scared for what was going on, what was going to happen to me. Who was the one by my side. When I just needed some food and wanted someone to talk to, or what about when I wanted to watch Star Trek and everyone else said it was too nerdy and you sat there and told them how good the movie was. Who was there. Because it wasn’t JJ, it wasn’t Derek, it wasn’t Emily. No it was you. You are my partner in crime. How can I not love you. How can anyone not love you.” tears by now were streaming down my face, his thumbs wiping off every tear. 

“I wish you would’ve told me sooner.” 

“I was scared.” i laugh quietly 

“Of what?” 

“That you wouldn’t feel the same way.”

“Was it not obvious.” I look at him

“No.” 

“Oh well in that case.” I grab his face pulling his lips to meet mine. After a few minutes we pull away.

“I love you.” I laugh.

“I love you too.” and his lips are on mine again.

[wonda-cat]

Some Thoughts on Tommy’s most recent stream (4/29)

(For the record, this isn’t going to be like my other formal analyses. I’m genuinely just ranting here, possibly unedited too. I’m only referring to the characters, unless stated otherwise.

Also obvious warning, this will be fairly negative/critical of the DSMP’s writing, so scroll past if that might bother you. I tend to criticize the media I love, so this is just par for the course in my case.)

Let’s start off with—

The Things I Liked

All of the comedy at the beginning of the stream was wonderful. Ghostbur was incredibly endearing and entertaining as usual, as well as the moments between bench trio. Tommy’s change of plans made sense and the entire journey through the prison was tense and fun to watch. As well as the moment Tommy got caught (it was inevitable.) 

It goes without stating, but cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy’s acting was wonderful—they knocked it out of the park. I liked the little moments of Tommy calming Ghostbur down as Sam screamed at him. I also loved Wilbur's speech about his time in the afterlife when bench trio found him. 

As well as the moment with Wilbur admiring the sky and calling it ‘his sunrise.’ I’m also glad that the afterlife was explained to be caused by the Revival Book’s existence and not some general eternal torture every character will be sentenced to regardless of anything they did in life. 

But, sadly, that’s about where I stop and have to go into what I didn’t like as much, which is—

Everything Else

I’ll be talking about my major gripes with this particular stream in later bullet points down the line, but for now I’ll bring up the little things that annoyed me. This is all basically nit-picking and isn’t as awful or badly written as some of the others I’ll be discussing later. 

First off, Why is Ranboo There? In the stream before this one, Tommy had Tubbo promise to not tell anyone else about their plan. Did he just decide to tell Ranboo anyway? Why? What was the point of asking him to keep it secret if it didn’t matter? 

Adding to this, Tubbo and Ranboo were rather unnecessary for any of the other scenes that took place. They didn’t have any meaningful conversations with Tommy besides Ranboo asking why he was dreading Wilbur’s revival so much, as well as Wilbur’s comments to Tubbo about him being president. But other than that they have little to no notable speaking lines. 

They don’t Do Anything? Sure, they’re nice to have present so Tommy can vent to someone else and find comfort but, in the end, Ranboo was oddly angry and accusatory with Tommy and Tubbo was practically absent from the scene. The impression I got from Tommy and Tubbo’s conversation in the previous stream implied that Tubbo would be serving a larger role as a distraction, but I guess they changed gears or something? 

Then we have Ghostbur’s involvement, which, yeah, makes sense. Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo are not allowed inside the prison, so it’s best to find someone else who can get in without suspicion. But my first assumption, upon seeing Ghostbur with the group was, “Oh, he’s gonna go in there and Dream’s gonna use him to revive Wilbur. That’s the only reason why Ghostbur is here and not anyone else, who would also be willing to kill Dream. It’s not like they’re in short supply right now.”

And I ended up being right, which only frustrated me more. I wanted something unexpected. Something new. Something interesting. Yet, I got the most predictable outcome instead—Tommy fails, Wilbur is revived. 

Next, we have another big serving of ‘Tommy gets blamed for things he has no control over’ part 241. I am so, so sick of characters getting unreasonably mad at and blaming Tommy for anything and everything. It’s not new, it’s not interesting, it’s not fun. It’s just miserable. 

It is,, awful. And it’s highkey frustrating. I refuse to sit through another arc of Tommy being endlessly hurt and blamed for stuff he didn’t do or cannot control. Pick a new event in the plot. 

Try something out of left field. Do something, anything different to this. I’m begging you. 

Now, we get into the major writing pitfalls and shortcomings. Starting with—

We Need to Talk About Sam

I have no idea what is going on with Sam’s character right now. It is so genuinely confusing. I have no clue why Sam reacted the way he did to Tommy because it just doesn’t make any sense. Sam’s entire inner conflict is about him trying to cultivate and protect his humanity and morality while upkeeping a strict, closed-off demeanor.

He follows the rules, even if it hurts the people he loves. Even if these codes force him into a position to be unethical. He feels it is his responsibility should anything go wrong or if Dream escapes, because it puts others in danger.

His strict approach got Tommy killed, and it also took a life and an arm from Ponk. Both of these people are precious to him. So why on earth would he threaten to kill Tommy when, in their last interaction, he was glad he was alive—after he promised to never let something like that happen again?

He respected Tommy’s wishes to stay away from him, and rather politely too. Why would he then threaten to kill him just after weeks of saying Tommy’s death was his biggest regret? That’s not even touching on Sam saying, “This is why I let you die,” as well as blaming Tommy for something that was directly a result of his own refusal to act.

Why didn’t he have Ghostbur also hitch a ride on the same platform with Tommy? Why did he even let Ghostbur into the prison in the first place if he:

A.) Told Ranboo he wasn’t going to let anyone in there after what happened to Tommy.

B.) Also wouldn’t let people in lest they find out about Quackity’s plan.

C.) Couldn’t even kill Ghostbur because he’s incorporeal and thus cannot fully upkeep the contracts he is signing.

There’s also the issue of Sam breaking the rules he abides by when he decided to not kill Tommy after he snuck into the prison, despite it being in the contract. Why is it different now? He went against his own protocol but was also following it by refusing to let Ghostbur come back to the other platform?

Why does Sam refuse to listen to Tommy? Their argument is mind-numbingly ridiculous. Sam refuses to hurt Dream, despite him only being alive because Sam claimed Tommy wanted him alive.

But now Tommy is there, begging Sam to let him kill Dream, and Sam just goes, “No. We’re not killing Dream.” Fucking why??? Sam! You said you wanted to kill Dream at least four times by now! Maybe more!

You were on your way to do it with Quackity and the only thing that stopped you was your promise to Tommy. But now Tommy’s here, telling you to kill Dream and you fucking won’t???? I am absolutely baffled.

No matter how you spin it, it makes no fucking sense. However, if I tried,,, I could possibly come up with a reason or two. Maybe Dream is blackmailing him. Maybe Quackity is forcing him to keep Dream alive until he can get the info he needs (even though,,, why would he trust Quackity over Tommy, who he’s outwardly stated he trusts just as much, if not more?)

It feels like these plots are dancing around each other, trying to keep up this faux sense of conflict that doesn’t exist. But, here’s the thing, contrived conflict is never compelling. I can’t overstate it enough.

Dream’s Plan is Complete Nonsense

The method to revive Wilbur makes Dream seem even more short-sighted than I remember commenting on, during the stream where Tommy was brought back to life. He told Tommy that his plan was to test the book to see if it worked (which, okay fine, I can buy this.) But then he says all along he was planning to revive Wilbur in order to break out of prison, which is ???? This is baffling if he needed Ghostbur in order to pull this off. 

Which,,, I can’t even begin to explain how ridiculous it is that Dream’s entire plan hitched on not only the book working on people to begin with (which he tested on Tommy,,, for some reason, even though he would’ve lost his ‘favorite toy’ if he fucked it up. Which,, why even take that chance in the first place? there are other visitors he could’ve tried this with, surely. Like Sapnap and Bad,,) and it also relied on Ghostbur voluntarily going into the prison just to visit Dream?? And if he didn’t need Ghostbur after all, then why didn’t he bring Wilbur back weeks ago? 

That’s not even getting into the issue of Dream assuming that Wilbur, once brought back, would: 

A.) Want to be alive in the first place.

B.) Actually be willing to help Dream, instead of telling him to fuck off.

C.) Be even slightly capable of helping him at all when he has no allies, no PVP skill, no weapons, no armor, and no knowledge of the prison or its innerworkings. 

Why are the current DSMP writers so committed to making me think Dream is a fucking idiot? I don’t enjoy this. I used to like his character and think he was smart. Stop. 

ALSO, why did Tommy or Tubbo or Ranboo not think of the possibility that Ghostbur could very well be necessary to revive Wilbur? Why did that not cross any of their minds? It was the first thing I thought of when I saw him.

Another big thing that irks me is Tommy and Sam saying they saw Dream physically holding the Revival Book, which,,, how? Why? Dream said in previous streams that he burned the book and that was entirely the thing that kept him from being killed outright. If there was a book still in existence, did he hide it somehow? 

How did Quackity not find it? Why did Sam not take it from him when he was first arrested?? What? 

Also how the fuck did Dream kill a ghost?? They’re incorporeal? How does he not need the body to perform necromancy? That seems almost redundant. 

Also it took a matter of seconds to perform? It took,,, ?? nothing but words and sheer willpower to bring someone back to life? Why does it seem so easy? My mans just,, uses his vibes to bring people back from the dead??? 

Unless the book has instructions regarding that or has a proportional price in order to use, then I’d be more forgiving. But I’m guessing it doesn’t have too steep a cost if Dream could offer Tommy immortality despite that. But I’m sure we’ll get more information on this once Quackity (inevitably) gets his hands on the book. Hopefully… 

Which brings me to my last point—

Wilbur’s Revival (Derogatory)

Since the Revival Book was introduced, I have been actively dreading Wilbur being revived. It is the most predictable, low-hanging fruit of a plotline I could possibly conceive of. I understand that he’s a fan-favorite with a large audience (I love Wilbur more than you’d expect. cc!Wilbur is actually the reason I got into the DSMP in the first place), but there are other characters who could be developed more—utilized more. 

Unpopular opinion, I know, but I am just so incredibly unenthused about this plot development. In fact, I’d almost go so far as to say hate it. 

The Revival Book in and of itself is my least favorite thing the DSMP has ever introduced. It is a lack of consequences simplified. It’s also a lack of commitment to those mortal consequences. 

It is a ‘get out of jail free’ card for when they kill off a character and don’t want to deal with the hole that character will leave behind. Or a way to work around the reason they shouldn’t kill Dream on the spot. 

With Wilbur back again, I no longer feel compelled by his arc the way I used to. There is nothing to really leave a lasting impact anymore. Of course, there was a cater where L’Manburg once stood, but that was dug even deeper later on. You can’t make the death of a friend, of a loved one, worse than it is. It is death. 

The thing I found extremely interesting about Wilbur’s death is the way the other characters portrayed loss. It has consistently been the thing that was most comforting to me, oddly enough. When people die, there will always be loose ends. 

There will be holes left behind and things left unsaid. An unfulfilled promise. A forgotten relationship. A hollow memory.

What I always found compelling was the way Tommy and Fundy and Niki took this mutual loss and had to live with it. How they had to come to terms with the fact that Wilbur was gone and he wasn’t coming back. That they had to make peace with his memory, his legacy, and their connection to him. 

That they’d miss him and love him or hate him and try to forget him. It is a tragedy that someone like Wilbur wanted to die for so long, and in the end, he did. Because in reality, the people you love will die. 

There may be someone in your life that leaves you behind and all you’re left with is the broken pieces. And it is how these characters move on that brings me bittersweet company as someone who’s lost a lot of people. There is nothing more irritating than a story going back on its establishments—to have their cake and eat it too. 

All I want is the bare minimum—a story with narrative stakes and consequences.

The only way I could ever see myself enjoying this plot development is if Wilbur has a redemption arc and attempts to make amends with Tommy, Fundy, Niki, and Eret. OR if he aids in Dream’s downfall in some way and enjoys the simple realities of life and wants to live for the sake of living. I’d find that at least new and somewhat interesting. 

But if he’s just here to be a moustache toiling villain (or somehow worse than after his previous downward spiral), when the market is already so deeply oversaturated with antagonists, then I will probably drop the series altogether. 

Hopefully it doesn’t come to that because I love the Dream SMP and I want to keep loving it for as long as I can. 

I will hold onto more reasons to stay, so long as they keep giving them to me.

[hajimewhore]

Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader) ➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 1.8k words   ➷Humor, awkwardness, lots of swearing, more d*ck talk but mild mild nothing goes on, just very uncomfy, the secondhand embarrassment is real in there (like every part honestly)   ➷ Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, ✈Part 4, Part 5

“Uh, this… isn’t what it looks like?” 

Come’s your kneejerk response to Tooru’s exaggeratedly disgusted expression, you can tell he’s about 0.2 seconds away from throwing a fit.

“I went out of my way to wait for you, because I’m that good of a friend, you’re welcome. But you were taking so long, I figured I’d come in and drag you guys out. So. can someone please explain,” he shoots you (Hajime in his perception) a hard look, “What the hell is this?!”

Tooru is flushed in the face, and though his stellar performance and comical gestures were entertaining, you balk a bit at his outburst.

It’s a bit intense, and you feel a nervous sweat down your back. You can seldom say you’ve been on the receiving end of Tooru’s anger, and your struggling to come up with the right words to save face.

“I can explain?”

And what you came up with turned out to be excruciatingly underwhelming, and the baffled look Hajime sends you tells you that he also found your response pathetic.

Being in Hajime’s body with your hands clutched at his skirt, pulling away as if the garment was crafted using hot coals the second Tooru made an entrance, You’ll admit... it looked highly incriminating, and you’re going have some painful explaining to do.

“Well it looks like you’ve got your dirty hands on my bestfriend,” Tooru opts to refer to your actual self as his bestfriend, “What, Iwa-chan, can’t get any action? Trying to cop a feel before school? I didn’t think you were like that!”

He finishes the first segment of his rant with a huff. Under normal circumstances, you’d be appreciative of the rank up on his bestfriend list. Currently though, Tooru is getting under your skin, and as young man, you’re a little offended that he’s talking to you like that.

Tooru takes two strides (curse his long legs) across the threshold of your house, eyes narrowing in on you.

You glances to Hajime to ease the situation, he’s the only one that can say anything to help alleviate the situation.

Tooru follows your gaze, eyeing skeptically for an explanation. Hajime clears his throat, and you think you just might be saved. He’s always been quick to resolve altercations, whether its verbally or physically.

“....Hajime wanted me to wear my skirt shorter, but I said it was against school dress code.”

Hajime states as a matter of fact, and you gasp, what the fuck Hajime, but Tooru’s absolutely scandalized gasp overshadows your own.

“You asshole, that’s not—” 

Tooru is quick to interrupt you,

“You absolute heathen Iwa-chan! Who knew you’d turn out to be such a dog!”

Tooru snags your collar with a tight fist, and you instinctively wrap your hand around his.

Uh... you’re not gonna have to fight Tooru, are you? It’s Hajime’s body, so you’d gladly let him get bruised up as retribution for that comment, but you’re not too keen on getting punched in the face by Tooru protecting your own dignity.

“It’s not like that!”

You scramble for a way to dig yourself out of this one. Tooru’s locked his glare on you, exuding pressure.

“Then what is it like Iwa-chan?”

You glance from Tooru’s scowl to see Hajime’s smug expression behind him, your brow ticks at the sight of it. 

‘That little...’

Weren’t you just saying last night how excellent of an actress you were? Time to put that to the test.

You forcefully remove Tooru’s fist from your collar, adjusting your tie. Tooru allows you to gather yourself for a moment, scorn still etched across his features.

Averting your eyes to the side with a serious, contemplative gaze, you muster all the dramatics you can to pull off your next line. Internally, you think smugly that you must appear picture perfect for a drama noir film. If only it were raining too, that would set the atmosphere ideally. But an actress must work with what she’s got. 

Tooru seems decently invested in your dramatics, and Hajime is looking at you with contempt, as if he drank sour milk. Now that a pregnant pause has settled in and you’ve garnered the crowd’s interest, you sigh, long and wistfully,

“She never wears her skirt like that... I thought she might be struggling with her self confidence, so I was just trying to make her feel comfortable with herself. I’m such a brute though, I guess I got carried away.”

You cast your gaze sheepishly to Tooru, rapping your knuckles lightly against the top of your head to emphasize your point.

Tooru blinks at the explanation, takes in the information, considers the evidence in his mind.

His eyes begin to water, as expected, tears brimming at his long lashes as he spins around to pull Hajime (AKA you) into a bone crushing hug. He’s got a suffocating grip on him, all the while crying about ‘Hajime’s’ reasoning.

“I didn’t even notice! Forgive your stupid bestfriend, I should’ve said something too! How did I miss that?!” his dramatics always seem to up yours, Tooru is currently stealing best-in-show from you, “Waaaah, I’m sorry, you’re perfect the way you are!”

He cries into what he thinks is your shoulder, no doubt using the fabric to wipe his face, much to Hajime’s disdain. Meanwhile, Hajime is glaring hard and venomously at you for that bullshit display.

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’

He mouths, and you stick your tongue out, giving him the cheekiest expression he’d never want to see on his own face.

“Whew, alright,” Tooru straightens, clearing his throat and flicking his last tear off with the swipe of a hand, “Now we really have to go. Hike that skirt up and let’s get on with our day.”

He’s back to picture perfect Oikawa Tooru, no evidence of his outburst to be seen (asides from the wet spot on Hajime’s shoulder).

You try to grunt in agreement as casual and Hajime-like as you can.

For the sake of getting to school on time without any further incidents, Hajime pulls the uniform skirt up a tad higher, vowing to lower it when you fucking nuisances are out of the picture.

Your final class is almost over, and you’re feeling.... extremely uncomfortable.

Not because the school day went bad, no, you found it easy to converse with his classmates and teachers. Notetaking was relatively simple, you’re learning the same material as Hajime anyways.

You’re physically uncomfortable, and the pressure of your bladder about to burst is driving you crazy.

‘I can’t take it any more!’

You shoot your hand up, and your teacher gives you an odd look before you excuse yourself to the restroom.

You head to the furthest end of the building, the women’s restroom is generally vacant so the men’s should be the same, yeah? And you definitely don’t want to be caught in the women’s, despite how empty it could possibly be. So with a heavy sense of shame, you waddle into the men’s room.

If someone’s in there, it’ll be fine. Just be in, and out. No big deal.

Oh. 

Oh fuck no.

“Iwaizumi, hey.”

Matsukawa fucking Issei glances up to the door you just waltzed through. Matsukawa Issei, middle for the Seijou men’s team, tall and messy haired flirt, the same Matsukawa Issei that helps you with your blocks and techniques, friend of Tooru and Hajime... and he’s staring straight at you with a casual nod of his head. 

You try to return it as casually as possible, despite your bones and every being shaking in you. 

‘Fuck, I forgot men I actually know use the men’s room.’

“...Mattsu–” nope not Mattsun (so much for being casual, you almost fucked up the way Hajime refers to Matsukawa), “–kawa.”

He raises an eyebrow for the briefest second, before returning his attention to the urinal, unzipping his pants. Un. Zipping. His. Pants.

He doesn’t give you much time to dwell on the slip up, already entering conversation about how your day is, to which you give short response to, trying not to shuffle your feet to the urinal. You really don’t want him to catch on to your discomfort.

You heavily contemplate just going into a stall, but you think that might be weird for guys to do. Now that you think about it, isn’t it weird to piss in the urinal directly next to the other guy? If you chose one spaced out would he get offended? Goddamnit, you never learned men’s room etiquette. Screw this whole situation, and screw Matsukawa Issei for needing to relieve himself at this exact time. 

Well, it’s too late now, you’re already standing at the one directly next to Mattsun. You can’t exactly take your sweet time picking another urinal and shuffling about while Mattsun is here engaging you in conversation about his fucking math class.

If it was weird to choose the spot beside him, Mattsun doesn’t say anything about it, going about his business. 

Thankfully, if you could even be thankful for a situation like this, you’re so overwhelmed by Mattsun’s unexpected presence that it’s keeping your mind off the having-Hajime’s-dick thing. The discomfort is still there, but you have to pee so badly, you’re not too bothered by it at the moment. You’re also intently focusing on not blushing, willing the blood flow to your cheeks to cooperate with you for once.

Simultaneously, you’re concentrating on not looking at Matsukawa fucking Issei’s junk. You’re getting good at multitasking.

But apparently, not good enough. Your willpower wasn’t as strong as you thought, and your focus slips for a moment as you gaze down and–was someone going to tell you that Matsukawa fucking Issei was HUNG?

“Is there something wrong with my dick?”

You shoot your eyes back up to Mattsun, who’s tilting his head with a thick brow raised. 

‘Hajime, if you hear about this, I am so sorry.’

“Nope, it’s perfectly fine,” you respond curtly, before coming to the realization that Hajime probably wouldn’t like you telling his friends that their dicks are ‘perfectly fine’, “I mean, no. It’s seriously ugly.”

You cringe at your save, if you could call it that, and Mattsun (finally) zips up. He casts a momentarily offended look at you.

“I think you mean ‘seriously huge’.” 

He laughs deeply, heading to the sink. You completely agree with that sentiment, and you’re glad he knows he’s well endowed, but it’s best to keep those thoughts to yourself.

You follow suit, laughing as sarcastically as you can without letting your voice crack. 

“Whatever, man.”

You proceed to have awkward sink talk with Mattsun, and upon exiting the restroom you thank the gods when you see his class is the opposite way to yours. 

“See you at practice.”

He waves, and when Mattsun is out of sight, you sigh in immense relief. 

Just how many dicks are you going to see before you swap back? You sob internally, returning to your class.

But that does bring up a point, Men’s Volleyball Practice. 

You’re marginally grateful for that encounter with Mattsun, because now you’re acutely aware of the locker room changing time before and after practice. 

You bury your face in your arms, taking note to sprint like hell and get to practice early. You’ll be damned if you have to spend any amount of time struggling to avoid eye contact with your friends’ abs, as well as Hajime’s other teammates'.

A/N: AHAHA the CHAOS. Anyways, we all know Matsukawa got that horsec*ck. Thanks for tuning in for this week’s episode of y/n’s awkward panic. Iwaizumi Is So Done. 

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Masterlist, Part 5

[jobean12-blog]

Thank you for being here for me during this difficult time 💜💜 could I request a fluffy fic with Bucky? They like each other and he's asked her out a few times but she feels she can't give him what he deserves in the future - a family and is afraid he would lose interest anyway if she told him the reason why

More than Forever

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,501

Summary: Bucky wants to take you out so badly but every time he asks you turn him down. When Steve gives him a good idea he runs with it and finds out exactly why you’ve been telling him no. 

Author’s Note: Hello my beautiful friend. Thank you for requesting this of me. I really hope I wrote it well and you enjoy it. Sending you love and hugs always and forever! Thank you all for reading and much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: Soft angst (please read the request above), lots of soft Bucky and sweet fluff, a happy ending!!! :) 

“Steve, I don’t get it. It seems like she really likes me but every time I try to ask her to dinner or anything she politely declines. Am I nuts?” Bucky stares at his best friend, confusion and hurt etched across his features while he waits for Steve’s answer. With a heavy sigh Steve shrugs, giving Bucky an apologetic look. “It doesn’t make sense to me either Buck. Any time I see you two together it certainly seems like she’s happy and enjoying your company. I’m as clueless as you are.”

Dropping his head, Bucky rakes his hand over this face and groans into his coffee. “Have you tried something like a movie night? Maybe she’ll respond to something less formal?” Looking up Bucky smiles for the first time that morning, standing and clapping Steve on the back. “I knew you were good for something. This whole time I keep suggesting date nights out somewhere, maybe just relaxing in our room is the right start. Thanks Pal.”

Steve shakes his head and smiles into his coffee, mumbling, “good for something…sheesh.” Later that day Bucky finds you in the laundry room, humming a sweet tune as you fold your clothes. “Hey doll.” You spin around, a pair of your lace underwear clutched to your chest. “OH! Hi Bucky! I didn’t hear you come in, you scared me!” He tries to keep his eyes on yours, but they quickly dip down to the red lace in your hands and his cheeks begin to match their color.

Whipping them behind your back you give him a sweet smile, a quiet “sorry,” passing your lips. “No, it’s ok, those are really pretty, I bet they look amazing.” As soon as the words leave his mouth Bucky slaps his hand over his face, letting out a muffled curse into his palm. You walk over to him and pull his hand away, kissing his cheek. “It’s ok and thank you.”

His eyes drop to your lips, lingering for longer than they should before he looks back to you. “Hey, so I was looking for you because I wanted to ask you something. Since I can’t seem to get you out to dinner maybe we could just watch a movie together this weekend? You know, nice and relaxed in our pjs!” His tone is so hopeful, and his eyes are so bright you wouldn’t be able to say no again anyway. “That sounds great! But only if I get to pick the movie!”

Bucky instantly agrees and walks over to hug you, crushing you to his chest with a quiet thank you. “I can’t wait doll.” He leaves you to your laundry and you can’t help but feel excited for Saturday but you also can’t get rid of the niggling voice in the back of your head, telling you, he won’t want this once he knows your secret.

The weekend arrives and you’ve only wanted to cancel on him 5 times, however, you could never bring yourself to do it, his happy face a permanent image in your mind. He arrives to your room right on time with snacks and drinks in hand, smiling from ear to ear. “You ready?!” Pushing back your doubts you focus on just how much you like him and how much you enjoy his company. “I am Buck. I’ve been looking forward to this!”

Once you’re both settled on the couch and curled up under the blanket you turn on the movie. Bucky had admitted to never seeing Star Wars, so you decided to start with episode 4 and show him what he’s been missing. Halfway through the movie his arm finds its way around your shoulder and your legs are resting in his lap. You lay your head against his chest and relax into his warmth.

The movie ends and Bucky pulls you closer, hooking his finger under your chin, “I loved it!” His lips are so close to yours and you can’t help the way you lean into him. “I knew you would,” you whisper, trying to control your body. “You know what my favorite part was?” You shake your head no, starting to feel dizzy from his closeness. “Being here with you and having you in my arms.” Those are the last words spoken before his lips meet your in a soft kiss. It’s better than you ever imagined, and you melt against him, hooking your arms around his neck. Bucky drags you into his lap and deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth as you open up for him.

The instant his hand brushes the warm skin along your stomach you pull away, all your insecurities rushing back and drowning you in a wave. “Bucky. I…I can’t,” you cry, getting off him and hurrying to the bathroom. “Doll?” he asks, running after you and lightly knocking on the door. “Baby, what happened? I’m sorry if that was too much. I didn’t mean to…I just…I like you. A lot.” You don’t answer, trying to hold back your sobs as your heart breaks.

He doesn’t say more and you’re starting to think he left until a small piece of paper slips under the door. ‘I’m going to sit out here in case you need me. Don’t feel pressured to come out, but I’m here when you’re ready.’ It makes you start to cry again, your hand covering your mouth as you sink to the floor. After what feels like an hour you slowly crack open the door and find Bucky sitting on the floor against the opposite wall.

He shoots up but doesn’t go to touch you, dropping his hand to his sides as he gives you a concerned look. “If you don’t want to talk, I’ll go, I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” Fresh tears start to well up and you throw yourself at him, curling into his chest when he wraps you tight in his arms. For a few minutes you just cry, and he holds you, no words spoken. When you finally start to calm down, he picks you up and carries you to the couch.

With you seated in his lap he waits patiently while you gather your thoughts. “I’m sorry,” is the first thing you say, and he immediately starts to shake his head to disagree. “No, no, just wait, let me explain.” He snaps his mouth shut at that and focuses on you. “I’m sorry that I’ve been saying no to all your dates and I’m sorry I wasn’t truthful as to why. This is just very difficult and to be honest I’m worried that once I tell you, you won’t want to take me out anymore.”

A few stray tears run down your cheeks and he softly kisses them away. “Bucky,” you whisper, cradling his jaw in your hand. “It’s ok, doll. I’m not going to run away, no matter what you say.” Taking a deep breath, you look into his eyes and they’re free of judgement and it gives you the courage to continue.

“I like you too. A lot,” you say with a sad smile, “but I can’t give you a family, if that is something you were to want in the future. It’s not easy to talk about this and I didn’t want to lead you on thinking I could give that to you when I couldn’t.” Bucky’s silence makes the knot in your stomach tighter, a sob bubbling up in your throat.

He senses your panic and quickly takes your face in his hands. “That’s ok. It’s ok baby.” He watches you let out a shuddering breath before he goes on. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry you’re hurting. I do want a family some day and I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about that with you. But there are other ways for us to be a family. We could start by adopting a dog. Then maybe a kid or two…if that were something you would be willing to do. We could explore all the options. Together.”

The sob in your throat finally breaks free but this time it’s from relief. “Really, Bucky? You would consider doing that?” He smiles and it’s full of warmth and his eyes are full of truth as he vigorously shakes his head yes. “Of course. There are so many kids that need homes and dogs too! We could adopt 5 each!” he laughs, kissing your lips.

Time seems to slow as you once again find yourself in his lap with his strong arms caressing your skin. He parts your lips with his tongue and silently asks for permission as his fingers smooth over your hips and dig into the soft flesh. You pull away to take a breath, smiling against his lips when he asks, “so does these mean you’ll finally let me take you to dinner?” With an enthusiastic nod you push him down on the couch, straddling his hips and leaning down to kiss him again.

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[volturicangetit]

D.V- Giftless

Summary: You hear Demitri say some things about you that make you doubt your friendship with him. 

Request: YES/no Anon: Can you do one with Demetri with prompts 11, 5, and 4? I love your stories so much!!! and Anon: Can you do Demetri with angst 11, 5, and 4?

4  'Why are you lying to me?' 5. 'Forget it, you're a fucking asshole!' 11 'Can you shut up for once in your life?’

Warnings: swearing, hurtful words

Wordcount: 1026

MASTERLIST

You are angry. Not just angry, no, you're fucking pissed. You caught Demitri trash-talking about you. You and Demitri have been friends for a couple of hundred years now. You met in the french Alpes, where Demitri found you as a newly turned vampire. He showed you the vampire lifestyle and helped you gain self-control. You two have been inseparable ever since which caused the three kings to let you be a part of the Volturi. You were another pawn they could use to control Demitri, although they won't say that out loud. Unlike Demitri and much like Caius, you are giftless. You always have felt insecure about that. You're surrounded by powerful vampires with incredible gifts all they long. Feeling useless and less worthy than others is normal for you. Yet Demitri has always reassured you that it wasn't a problem for him, until now.

"They are just so weak," you hear Demitri's voice ago through the halls. You get closer to him, wanting to know what he's talking about. You turn the corner and see him and a couple of other members of the higher guard standing in the practice room. "I do not even know why they are a member of the Volturi.". You are even more intrigued by the conversation. You still remain hidden thought, feeling bad for eavesdropping. Hiding has always been your strong suit. Some even thought that exceptional hiding was your gift, though you begged to differ. "I mean, when I found Y/n in France I thought they had a gift but I was wrong. So now they are sort of, useless, to say. Honestly, I wish that I had left them there".

Your heart drops to your stomach. The sound of the hurtful words mixed with his laugh makes you nauseous. It sickens you how easily he can say those words. You were right all along. Of course, you lack of a gift would be a problem. You turn the corner to stand in the door opening. "You fucking asshole," you say as you look Demitri dead in the eyes. His eyes are wide, mouth slightly open. Before he can say anything you run away from him and up to your room. The halls are a blur to you as you use your speed to your advantage. Within a second you are in your room. You grab a bag from under your bad and start putting your clothes into it, not bothering to use your speed now. Demitri barges into the room. "Let me explain," he says.

You grab a book from your nightstand and throw it at him over your shoulder, missing his head only by a hair. "I did not mean it, I beg you, just listen. It was just a joke. Besides, you are being a little sensitive, do you not think?" he says. You turn around angrily. Demitri is a bit taken back by your quick movement. You shake your head, holding up a finger to silence him.

"A joke. A fucking joke? You know how insecure I am about it and still, you joke about it. And you dare to call me sensitive?". You shake your head, turning around again to continue packing. "I would have forgiven you, but a joke? No, forget it, you're a fucking asshole!". You close your bag, lifting it up of the bed and turning around again.

"Where are you going?" Demitri calls as you rush past him. You don't stop as you continue walking towards the exit of the building. "What does it look like?" you say in a monotone voice. A strong hand grips your arm causing you to halt as it spins you around. Demitri holds you in place, now using both his hands. He franticly shakes his head.

"No, you are not leaving," he says with a shaking voice. "You cannot leave. I need you. You mean to much. Everyone needs you. You cannot just leave us all behind!". You shake your head, pushing his arms of you and taking a step back from him. A shudder of disgusts runs through your body as the feeling of his touch still lingers on your skin.

"Why are you lying to me? I thought that I was useless?" you ask in a mocking voice. Demitri's face freezes as he hears his own words thrown back at him. You start walking away from him again, now with a bit more speed. He still follows you, however. "Y/n, please!" he calls out.

"Please don't leave. I am sorry, I should not have said those words, cara mia. If I could take back my words, I would. I was just trying to relate to them, please. Do not be angry, I made a stupid mistake. Let me fix it. I beg you-". You stop in your steps and quickly whip around to face Demitri, who always rams into you.

"Can you shut up for once in your life?" you say. You throw your bag down on the ground in an angry rage. Demitri takes a step back, holding his lefthand slightly in the air as his righthand takes its usual place behind his back. "If you were trying to relate to them, then that means that they talk badly about me. As a friend, you are supposed to tell me about that and stand up for me, not join them. You are just such a fucking asshole and a shitty friend. I trusted you.".

Demitri nods, switching from looking down at the ground and up to you. He shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot as he takes in his words. He is a shitty friend. You stood up for him whenever someone doubted him but he hadn't done the same for you. "I'm leaving. I just...I don't know, I need some time away. Tell the masters that they can reach me when I'm needed, but considering your words, I think that's never.". You grab your bag up again before quickly running away from Demitri and out of the castle. You don't know if you're overreacting, but all you know is that you are really doubting if Demitri even was your friend from the beginning.

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[pamgkrthwrites]

Flame of Healing | EraserMic x Reader | Chapter 3 - Flame of Grief

Materlist | AO3

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, Time skip, ansgt

Word Count: 2003

A/N: This was the hardest chapter to write but this will be the last chapter in the high school setting. The next chapter will be 3 years later from the ending. Also, I hope the Flame part of the story title now is clear. Why I make it green? You’ll see later. c:<

“Hey guys!” Oboro ran into the classroom where they were setting up. 

It was 7am, how this man was able to be that full of energy scared you.

You stood at the door, and people’s eyes glued to you.

“Who is that, Shirakumo?” Asked a student, as the students came close to you.

You saw at the corner of your eye, Hizashi and Shouta staring at you. You sent a chill down your spin. Their gaze felt warm but you can tell Hizashi was sadden looking at you.

Oboro came back over and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

“This is my middle school friend, M/N L/N!”

Your two soulmates stares grew wider and intense. Your last name was powerful on them. 

Hizashi ran over and offered you a hand to shake. 

“Hello again, Listener!” He smiled brightly. “Sorry about yesterday, that was very rude of me!”

His sadness was washed away quickly. His brain must have turned that you were related to you in a form of way to have the same last name. 

“My name is Hizashi Yamada! It’s a pleasure to see you again!”

Of course, you already knew his name, but that didn’t matter to you. It was him. He heard your last name, knew you didn’t have a soulmate, so assumed you were related to you. Your plan was working so far.

“It’s no trouble, Y-Yamada.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from blushing though.

You saw Shouta standing up and walking towards you. He looked tired and angry. Did he know you were lying? God, you hoped not. 

He grabbed Oboro’s shoulder with an angry glare into his eyes. 

“Shirakumo, may we talk?” Shouta asked.

You eyed Shouta and looked at Oboro. Oboro told you Shouta was cut off from him, so what’s happening here. 

“No problem, Aizawa!” He smiled goofy like, and the two walked out. 

The two walked to the end of the corridor, where then Shouta pushed Oboro onto the wall.

“That day, when you saw my soulmate’s name.” Shouta started as his eyes turned red and his hair stood up. “You panicked because your friend in there has the same last name. Tell me now, are they related.”

Oboro stared at Aizawa and smiled. That annoyed him. This cloud motherfucker was mocking him!

“Aizawa, M/N isn’t close with her family, and she doesn’t talk about it.” Oboro lied. He didn’t know what story you were telling so he came up with the best one he could fit your narrative. “Even then, it would rude of me to ask my friend if she has any family member who have two soulmates, as she has non herself.”

Shouta thought for a moment and then turned off his quirk, letting go of Oboro.

“So your not… Dating my soulmate, are you?” Shouta asked.

Oboro blushed but pushed Shouta off of him and got himself off the wall. 

“No, but that’s their decision to make if they want to date someone else, not ours.” Oboro answered.

Shouta got mad and was about to push Oboro back onto the wall but Oboro grabbed Shouta’s hand and glared.

“M/N is of the belief that soulmates are forced to love each other.” Oboro glared into Shouta’s eyes. “I believe something different, where we can choose who we love. You and Yamada may have chosen to love each other, but that doesn’t mean your third part wants to as well. I’m sorry, but that’s a reality, where soulmates are no longer being simply romantic, but tare platonic. Whoever she or he is, they will choose. If you expect them to love you right away, your in for some heartbreak, Aizawa.”

Oboro let go of Shouta’s hand and walked back to the classroom. Shouta stood there in shock. 

Could Y/N really not love him?

As he stood there, he started to doubt himself. Maybe he was wrong about soulmates, maybe Oboro was right, maybe Y/N would choose not to be with him and Hizashi. 

His heart fled with dread and sadness. 

He wanted to cry.

---

When Shouta and Oboro left the classroom, you were left alone with Hizashi and the other students of the 1A UA class.

“Are you soulless like, Shirakumo?” one student asked.

“Yes, I am.” You lied.

“Are you only friends with Shirakumo because you are both soulless?” Another asked.

No, it was because he was a true friend to you, but the fact this person asked if the only reason you were friends because of the number of soulmate names.

“Why, would you not be friends with someone based on the number of names on their wrist?” You asked.

The class went silent, and you felt Hizashi’s intense stare. His heartbeat rang loudly in his ears as he watched you speak. 

“4% of the population as no names on their wrists, another 1% have more than two.” You stared at the student who asked you that question. “That means roughly 5% of the population does not have one soulmate. That is 1 out of 20 people. That’s 1 person in your class, in each class. Are you really going to stand there and ask me if I would simply be friends with someone based on the number of names on their wrist? Is that how you plan on saving people? By the number of names on their wrist?”

Everyone’s eyes glued to you. Some full of anger, some full of shock, some full of wonder. 

Sure, you went overboard, but you could feel Hizashi. His eyes through those tinted glasses. 

You felt small in the foreign classroom, surrounded by inspiring heroes who would have soulmates who love them. 

You could feel the judgement eyes from everyone staring at you. Some may have agreed sure, but the judgement was there.

You don’t know how long everyone stared at you, but it stopped when the door opened to reveal Oboro.

“Okay! Let’s get back to work!” He smiled.

Everyone back away from you and Oboro walked towards up, resting his hand on your back as he leads you out of the classroom. 

“What the hell did you do, Y/N?” he whispered.

You glared at him for when he used your name and he closed the door to the classroom. 

“I simply said as Heroes they shouldn’t judge people on the number of names on their wrists.” You snap back, in an admittedly rude tone.

Oboro sighed and rubbed the palm of his thumb in the area between his eyebrows. 

“Y/N, you shouldn’t have said that.”

“Why not?” You barked at your friend. “Are you telling me it hasn’t been hard in a class or around people your whole life judging you simply for having no name?”

Shouta, who was out of your eye view, had started to hear you two bickering and started to ears drop. He felt a longingness to you as you spoke, the passion within your voice forcing him to listen.��

Shouta didn’t understand why he felt this way for you.  You weren’t his soulmate. 

But, your words touched him. He remembers when he was younger and people mocked him for having two names. He accepted his love would never be returned and that he would be pushed to the side like everyone said he would. But then he met Hizashi, and his world changed. Hizashi had so much love to give. He would probably love the whole world if he didn’t have a name. 

“Not everyone is like that, y’know? You’re not like that.”

What the hell was he saying? You two both didn’t have names so of course, she wouldn’t be like that.

This was so confusing to Shouta, why would he be obsessed with what you were saying. 

“Oboro, we both know why I am this way. I want to remove myself from the idea of soulmates… I don’t think it is something we should force upon people.”

Shouto cringed at you calling Shirakumo by his first name. How close were you two? It made his heartache and darken.

“Oboro, why don’t we just… date each other?”

Why did the world feel so big?

Why did the world feel so dark?

Why did the world feel so empty when Shouta where you say that?

Why did he care?

Why did he feel numb?

There was a silence, which even Shouta couldn’t explain. It was like Shirakumo was also in shock from your word.

Shirakumo took a breath in a took a step away from you.

“I’m sorry, L/N.” He said, breaking your heart. “I know I have said to you, choose your own path regarding the names, but… I said that for you, because I don’t see the point in a relationship.”

You felt stupid.

Did you chase after a relationship that couldn’t happen because you didn’t see your soulmates loving you? Did you chase the love that couldn’t happen because you didn’t want it to?

Shouta was confused with Shirakumo responds, he thought you two were dating. 

You breathed out, putting on a fake smile. 

Your friendship with Oboro was going to be over after this, and you knew it.

He studied with your soulmates, trained with them, and had to sit there knowing their missing piece. 

This was your fault.

“I’m sorry, Shirakumo.”

You slowly started to walk away, and Oboro watched you. 

That would sadly be the last time you two saw each other officially.

---

After that day, you two would see each other walking home from school, but besides that, you wouldn’t see each other. 

The school year ended and a new one started. Your second year in high school and your second last year in school. 

You were walking home from school like every other day. The sky was cloudy and dark. 

You saw someone though, someone you never expected to see. 

Shouta Aizawa was standing in your way, looking down the street Oboro would walk down.

You didn’t see his eyes, but he was in his hero uniform and was covered in dirt, dust, bruises and cuts.

“Your in Shirakumo class, right?” You asked softly to him as you stepped closer to him.

He turned his head slowly, revealing to you he was crying.

Was it from the pain he was in?

“Do you need any help? I know your in the hero course and you look badly hurt. Are you here to see Shirakumo?”

When you said your old friend’s name, he stiffened. 

You stood there, letting him breathe. He was hurt, you could feel it from where you stood. 

“... Oboro and I became friends this year, you know?” He said softly.

“Really? Last year he talked about wanting to befriend you.” You smiled softly. “He must be really happy!”

You didn’t want to get too close to him in fear of your soulmate bond, but you couldn’t stand there and avoid a person in pain.

“... We were both interning at the same place-” He started to chock on his tears. He turned his head and sobbed. His knees gave him and he fell to the ground crying.

You rushed over, dropping your bag and putting your hand on his back and you kneeled down next to him. You activated your work and started healing him straight away.

“It’s okay, your okay. You need to breathe. You are having a panic attack. I need you to take deep breaths.”

He slowed down his breathing and did what you said. A minute had passed and he had calmed down. Tears still poured from his eyes but his cuts and bruises were no longer there.

“He is dead.” He breathed out.

You almost didn’t hear him. “Who is dead?”

“Oboro… He died trying to save people… He was hit at the back on his head…”

Your heart dropped.

And your hair turned into a green fire, which radiated your regeneration quirk. 

Shouta looked up at you, seeing your eyes flood with tears. 

You couldn’t heal the dead, nor someone who wasn’t there.

[woodstockbtswriter]

Happiness

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female)

Word Count: 1.48K

Summary: Your happy place is in Yoongi’s embrace.

Warning(s): Some heated kissing, but nothing too steamy.

Author’s Note: This story is part of a headcanon of mine where Yoongi meets you during season 4 of Bon Voyage.

Happiness

Yoongi’s lips were on yours the moment he entered your room. He seized your face with both hands, crashing your mouths together as his foot pushed the door shut behind him. You stumbled back with your heart in your throat, caught off guard by his assertiveness, but he stepped with you, catching you and pulling you securely against his taut frame.

The suddenness of Yoongi’s kiss was unexpected enough, but the way he kissed you was unlike he’d ever kissed you before. His mouth moved hungrily against yours, his breath coming in heavy pants as his fingers dug into your hips. Desire swelled within you at his touch, your own hands sliding up his biceps before your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” He huffed between kisses. “Since you kissed me in the hallway.”

“Oh?” You gasped, attempting to catch your own breath. You’d been wanting this all day too, but you hadn’t expected the imperturbable Min Yoongi to feel the same way.

At your response, Yoongi paused, leaning back just far enough to look at you. His cat-like eyes were molten as he licked his lips.

“I think you knew exactly what you were doing, jagi.” He purred, reclaiming your mouth and sweeping his tongue across yours, his hands again clutching your face.

Your head was spinning as fast as your blood was rushing. You’d never doubted Yoongi was a good kisser; the natural pucker of his beautiful lips was far too perfect for that to not be the case. And when he’d first pressed his pouty pink lips to yours - and each subsequent time - you’d been proven right. But this… This kiss was something else.

All your previous kisses had been soft and sweet - and far too brief to satisfy your curiosity. Each time, you’d been left wanting more of him, to explore the pleasures of his mouth in depth. And now that you had the opportunity - maybe your last opportunity - to do just that… you felt an urgent need to take full advantage of it.

Your lips still locked together, you raked your hands up Yoongi’s neck, grasping fistfuls of his soft blonde locks. Pulling him along as you fumbled backwards towards your bed, you attempted to collapse onto the comforter and bring Yoongi with you, but he held back. He broke the kiss abruptly, and you landed in a sitting position on the edge of the mattress, your hands hanging in midair.

“What’s wrong?” You exhaled, looking up at him with wide eyes, your stomach dropping.

He gently cupped your cheeks in his hands, his chest heaving as he searched your questioning face. His own expression was conflicted, and his voice was husky when he spoke.

“You have no idea how much I don’t want to say this right now,” He let out a shaky breath, “But I think we should slow down. We don’t need to rush this. We have plenty of time.”

A vision of parting ways at the airport in a matter of hours flashed through your mind. A wave of sickness accompanied the thought.

“You started it.” You argued breathily. “And we don’t have time. This is our last night together. We’re both flying home tomorrow… Who knows when we’ll see each other again?”

You played with the hem of Yoongi’s shirt, biting your lip. You weren’t sure what was harder: bridling your passion for him, or holding back the sadness that was suddenly threatening to overwhelm you.

“What if...” Yoongi started, moving to sit beside you on the bed. He sat so close his knee touched yours, one hand still on your face, the other finding your hands and holding them in your lap. He took a deep breath before continuing, his tongue running along his bottom lip. “What if this wasn’t our last night?” He asked, his tone soft.

When you just looked at him, your eyebrows pulled together, he clarified.

“What if tomorrow, you came to Korea… with me?”

You blinked.

“You want me to go back with you?”

He nodded.

“If you want to.” He added a moment later, a glimmer of uncertainty on his face.

“Of course I want to.” You assured him, shocked he felt the need to ask. “I told you before, if it was up to me I’d spend all my time with you. I guess I’m just a little surprised you want me to.”

Yoongi lifted an eyebrow.

“Why wouldn’t I want you to come?”

You looked down at your hands, still holding his in your lap. You examined his slender fingers, and his fingernails that had obviously been chewed.

“This week has been unbelievable,” You tried to explain, smoothing your thumb over his knuckles, “But I’ve always known it was going to end. And as much as I want to continue… this,” You gestured between you, “It’s still hard to believe you do, too.”

Yoongi tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I meant what I said, during my interview.” He told you sincerely. “I like who I am and how I feel around you. Things just feel natural with you, because we’re alike in a lot of ways. And you’re so caring, and brave… You give me such hope for the future.”

“Future?” You smiled, but Yoongi’s expression remained solemn.

“I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to have a normal relationship, if I’ll be able to be the kind of boyfriend you want and deserve.” He explained. “To be honest, for years I’ve had no interest in having a relationship. I thought I was too busy, that I needed to achieve all the goals I set for myself before I bothered dating. But then I met you, jagi, and…” He squeezed your fingers with both hands, “All I know is, I don’t want this to end tomorrow.”

Your smile brightened, and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in to kiss his cheek. A small laugh escaped him, his lips lifting to display his gums.

“You make me so happy.” He smiled, his eyes alight. “I’m still scared, but I know I want to be with you. I want to try to make you happy, too.”

You wrapped your arms around him, resting your forehead against his, your heart fuller than ever.

“You just did.” You whispered. “You just made me so happy.”

Yoongi grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and he leaned in to steal another kiss.

You smiled against his lips, then started thinking out loud.

“I’m going to have to change my plane ticket, though.” You said. “And call my boss. She’ll be annoyed, but I should have another week of vacation days left… But what about you?” You sat back to look at Yoongi. “Don’t you guys have obligations as soon as you get back? Won’t you be busy? And where will I stay? I should probably find a hotel-”

“Jagiya.” Yoongi interrupted you, holding your chin between his finger and thumb.

You stopped rambling and met his gaze. Hearing him call you jagi instead of noona… had an effect on you.

“I’ll take care of everything.” He promised. “Your ticket, my schedule, a place to stay… I’ll even talk to your boss if I have to.” He smirked. “I’ll do anything to make this work. Just please don’t worry, yeah?”

You nodded, and Yoongi smiled, his expression full of affection.

“Okay, good.” He nodded back, and his thumb moved up to brush across your lips. “Now that that’s settled… Let’s take things slow tonight.”

You pursed your lips, kissing his thumb sweetly, then scooted back on the bed, pulling Yoongi with you by the hand. When you reached the top of the mattress, he leaned back against the headboard, opening his arms, and you settled into them, resting your head in the curve of his neck.

“Thank you, Yoon.” You sighed, relaxing against him. Something about being in his arms just made everything better; it was your happy place.

“For what?” Yoongi yawned, obviously feeling comfortable too.

“For offering to take care of everything.” You answered him. “And for being so open, even though I know it’s not easy for you. And thank you for… wanting me.”

“You’re welcome, jagi.” He replied, his breath tickling your face. “But I think I should be the one thanking you.”

You smiled up at Yoongi, your countenance shining with your love for him. You wanted so badly to say those 3 little words, to tell him how you really, truly felt.

“I like it when you call me ‘jagi’.” Is what you said instead.

Yoongi smiled faintly and traced the angle of your cheekbone, tenderness in his gaze as he admired the planes of your face.

“I like it, too.” He agreed, his voice gentle and low as he pulled you closer, pressing a soft kiss into your hair.

[animekath]

A Ray Of Sunshine!

Yagi Toshinori (All Might) X Hero!Reader 

Hey guys, Kat here!

I am back once again after two months of nothing but a bunch of drawings! (My bad-) I returned because I finished watching Bnha, up to season 4, and I gosh dang love it! Everyone is so lovable and I have fallen for every teacher-(Hot teachers, ouf) And All Might is one of them-He is so sweet, I want to cry so much for him!

Anyway, here is a long ass-story for you, cuties! I hope you like it! Sorry for spelling and grammar! (My dyslexic ass-huhu!)

Words: 8469

Warning: slow burn, tooth rotting fluff, adorable reader and Toshi, swearing, injury, coughing up blood (ForComedy), eating out, riding, sweet to intense sex, creamepie, size kink-ish?

Enjoy!

Another sunny morning in Musutafu, barely any clouds in the sky and birds chirping across town. 

But an older man seemed a bit down as he walked out of the store, coughing into his hand as blood splurt out. “Damn it…” He grunted out as he looked at his palm. Toshinori already spent his three hours of power in the morning, since one person called out for help, one after another. It was his selfless heart; he couldn’t help himself; he wanted to help people! But now he has to spend all day to suffer in this weak form. At least he is starting teaching soon in U. A High, so he could rest his body, it was for the best.

As he looked through his bag, he was taken by surprise when a blast came near him, noticing it was in the store he just left. A giant beast appeared, holding a bag which was full of money. Damn, Thief! People ran and screamed, but Toshinori held his place. “Hey-!” He snapped, about to changed but his own body stopped him, coughing up blood once again.

The beast looked down at him, his tail knocking him back. “Hahaha!! An old man trying to act big, huh?” The creature laughed, Toshinori holding his side as he was on the floor.

“Fu-” He growled. ‘Come on, you pathetic man, fight!’ He mentally shouted to himself, the beast getting closer. 'Shit, shit!’

Before the beast could throw another hit, a person whooshed past and punched him right in the jaw. “No worry, Citizens!” You turned, a bright smile on your face. “Sunshine is here!”

-Name: _____ _____

Hero Name: Sunshine

Age: 2X

Quirk: Sun - Your body absorbs the suns energy, building up strength and speed, practically unstoppable. But you become weak if clouds are blocking the sun or it’s night time-

Toshinori blinked up at you, a bit taken back by your sudden appearance. Your cloak flapped behind you as you walked towards the beast. “Hurting the old, villain? How rude of you.” You huffed.

'Geez, I don’t look THAT old, do I?’ Toshinori thought to himself as he blinked dully. ’…Nah, I do.’

“If they’re in my way, I AtTaCK!” He shouted, his tail going for another hit but you quickly dodge. “Just let me hit you, pretty girl! It’ll be quick, I swear..!”

You thought about it, rubbing at your chin. “Hm…I don’t think so! Don’t want to ruin this pretty girls face.” You winked before going to attack again, your leg doing a high kick to his face. You grabbed his tail, spinning yourself before throwing him in the air. “Mind your head!” You jumped into the air and did a low kick, his body slamming to the ground. “Never mind!” You grinned as you landed down - You looked over, taking the bag of money and passed it to the shopkeeper.

People ran over, thanking you, praising you - It made you a bit flustered. “Thank you, thank you, you’re all too kind..!” You smiled brightly. Your eyes drifted to Toshinori, the man forgetting he was lying there. “Oh, sorry, excuse me..!” You said as you walked past the crowd, quickly going over to check on him. “Sir, are you alright? Do you need any help?” You asked in a kindhearted voice.

“Ah, Thank you, but I’m fi-GHA!” He coughed up blood suddenly, noticing your surprised look.

'That is not fine!!!’ You screamed in your mind, suddenly panicked but you still gave a calming look. “No need to worry, I got you, fellow sir..!” You said.

“Wh-Ah!?” Toshinori suddenly gasped by your sudden lift, holding him in your arms. “Wait-There is no need to-!”

“Nonsense! You’re bleeding; you need help!” You said before running at full speed. You heard sirens, so you knew the beast would be handled - A man bleeding is first on the list! Toshinori felt like a child as you held him, but was still impressed by your strength.

You finally made it to the hospital, taking him inside, even when he kept telling you he’s okay. “I want you safe, sir. I’ll be dejected if I knew you were badly injured and coughing up blood isn’t a common thing.”

'It is for me..’ He thought. “It’s fine, seriously, it’s my condition I have - I was doing it before he attacked me” He tried to reassure you, but that made you look more worried.

“Th-That still isn’t good..!” You said. “Please, sir, do this for me..!”

He smiled down at you, like how caring you were. “Okay…I will.” He hated lying, but he did it to ease your worries.

“Thank you, kind sir. A nurse will be with you at any moment. I must return to the store; I need to inform the police on what happened.” You smiled, giving him a small wave. “I hope to see you again, sir! Sunshine has got your back!” You left the hospital, Toshinori smiling as you disappeared.

He saw a bit of himself in you - Maybe you were inspired by him, or you made your own passion. He was glad a hero like you was around.

“…Crap, I forgot my bag.”

~~~

Toshinori finally started his first day in U. A High and it seemed to be going well - even if he was mainly in the office. He would see Eraserhead, Present Mic and Midnight in the office as well, but it seemed they were talking about a new teacher.

“Seems our new little girl is a bit late” Nemuri purred out as she looked over the clock, a hand on her hip as she thought where the new girl was.

“A bit late? You mean an hour late.” Aizawa grunted out, not looking up from his paperwork at his desk.

Toshinori raised his head, his sunken eyes looking at the lewd woman. “Ah, A new teacher?” He questioned.

“Yes, she’s going to be learning history to the kids. Well, someday, whenever she comes in.” She chuckled as she flipped her hair behind her shoulder.

They heard the door slam open and heavy panting, all the teachers eyes flicked up, but Toshinori’s become widen. “I’m so sorry; I’m late! There was a giant octopus, and I had to help to stop it from hitting another building! Nezu already knows the situation! Forgive me!”

It was you - Sunshine!

You were still trying to catch your breath, placing a hand on your chest. He noticed your cape was a bit ruffled, your bare arms and thighs had red circle marks which he guessed the octopus got you.

“No need for worries, little miss! You’re lucky your first class doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes..!” Yamada said as he slides over to your side, giving you finger guns.

You let out a sigh of relief, a small smile appearing on your face. “Thank goodness, I was worried. Although the kids will question my scruffy appearance.” You said but shrugged it off, tapping the dust off your cape. Your eyes glanced up; the blonde man caught your eye. “Ah!”

Uh oh.

“It’s you, sir!” You beamed as you walked over. “I didn’t know you were a teacher here, what a coincidence!” You smiled brightly down at the older man. “I hope you’re feeling okay?”

“Oh! Ur, yeah, I’m fin-CUH!” He coughed up blood once again.

“THAT IS NOT FINE!” You screeched out. “So you weren’t lying before, huh!?” You frowned. “I’m sorry..!”

Toshinori waved his hands quickly in front of himself. “Oh no, don’t be sorry! You were helpful to me, no need for apologies!” He said immediately, not wanting you upset. “It’s something you didn’t know…Ur - I’m Yagi Toshinori, by the way. We never introduced each other properly.” He said, moving the talk away from him coughing up blood.

You looked down at him; a smile appeared on your face before shaking his hand. “I’m ______ _____..!”

You explained to the other teachers how you met, Toshinori seemed to lower himself more and more into his chair, a bit embarrassed when you mentioned you carried him to the hospital - The mention made Yamada and Nemuri hold back their laughter. All Might! The strongest man on Earth and the number one hero, being carried by a girl like a child and who was much smaller than him - The thought made Yamada choke on his laugh, quickly turning his body away to calm himself.

You were confused by their reactions, but you stopped when you realised you were going to be late for your class. “I need to go! Can’t keep the kids waiting!” You gave a quick wave before leaving the Office.

“I’m guessing she doesn’t know you’re All Might, correct?” Aizawa said as he side glanced at Toshinori.

“Ah, no…” He replied, rubbing the back of his neck. He might need to tell you one day since all the teachers knew about his identity, but you not knowing made him feel at ease. You seem to give him respect as a teacher and not as the number one hero.

‘Maybe later…’

~~~

For a strong Pro-Hero, who knows about history and seemed level headed, you also seem to be a bit oblivious and a klutz. You would get flustered when you make a mistake or trip upon nothing, but you always smiled about it - Nothing seemed to make you frown. You, of course, pouted by the teasing you got from the other teachers and even your students, but nothing made you truly upset.

Toshinori was sat on the lounge, letting out a soft sigh as he rubbed on his stiff neck, finally finished with the paperwork - Damn, he didn’t realise how much teachers got, must have been a pain. As he put together his paperwork and put it in his briefcase, he left the room only to have a lunchbox shoved in his face. “There you are Toshi!” You grinned up at him. “Want lunch together?”

“Ah-! You…You made me lunch?” He blinked surprised down at you, taken back by your sudden show and the fact that you made him lunch.

“Yes! I made too much this morning and thought of sharing it with you! I also notice you don’t eat much during work, so I thought of treating you.” You tilted your head to the side. “You’ve also finished your work, right?”

Toshinori had a feeling that no was not a choice in this matter.

So the next thing he knew, he was sat outside on a bench with you, opening the lid to see rice and chicken - It smelt so good; it nearly made him drool. He grabbed his chopsticks and took the first bite. “Mm-” He swallowed, noticing your eyes were nervously glancing over, hoping he would like it. “It’s Delicious…” He gave you a bright smile. “Thank you so much; I don’t deserve this wonderful meal.”

“…” Your eyes sparkled, looking like you might cry. “It’s nothing, Toshi! You deserve it, you work so hard, and you deserve a break once in a while!” You gave him a thumbs up, Toshinori letting out a chuckle by your positive words.

You never said anything negative about anyone, not even Aizawa, only saying he just needed more sleep because he looked like a tired raccoon. Yamada now started calling Aizawa a tired raccoon, which made him, wrap his binding cloth around his head to cover his mouth.

“You’re too kind to me, _____.” He hummed, both of you taking a few more bites. Damn, he needed that - He couldn’t have full meals because of his stomach, so he just had snacks, but your lunch had the right balance. “Ah…I haven’t been that stuffed in a while; I needed that.” He sighs as he closed his eyes.

“If you enjoyed it that much, I can make you another tomorrow and maybe the day after..!” You grinned. “As I said, I make so much, and I can’t eat all of it on my own.” You then leaned forward a bit. “Also having our meals together, we can talk more and more!” Toshinori opened his mouth to reply, but his phone started ringing.

‘A PHONE CALL IS HERE!  A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CA-’

He grabbed his phone quickly as he got up, noticing you holding back your laugh, your hand covering your mouth. “I need to take this..!” He said, a bit flustered by his ring tone, which was a first since the other teachers knew and he didn’t care about their reactions.

“O-Okay…” You snickered, finding this tall, skinny man so adorable. You thought he was an All Might fan since he had him as his ring tone, it amazed you. When he returned, you bit your lip as you smiled. “All Might, huh?”

“Ur - Yeah…Is that a problem?” He asked as he looked over your bright form. You never talked or mentioned All Might, even though someone has spoken about him at least once or all the time.

You rested you back against the bench as you thought about it. “No, nothing wrong having a ring tone of him. All Might…Is okay.”

Something inside him shattered. ‘Just…Okay!?’ He thought you didn’t notice his shaken form. ‘Not amazing, wonderful, handsome, just OKAY!?’

You quickly waved your hands. “Don’t get me wrong; I look up to All Might a lot! I think the brands and advertisements just put me off so much, like - I saw his head on a toilet brush, you don’t need to do that!” You said as you explained yourself. “That’s not his fault, though…He was the one that taught me to smile through everything!” You said as you looked up at Toshinori, You didn’t realise how close your faces were. “Through pain and danger, I will always smile! I want people to know everything will be okay!” You smiled, your voice filled with so much passion and love; it made Toshinori’s eyes sparkle. “So…Maybe I shouldn’t say he’s okay - I should say he’s the best person on Earth…But I don’t want to see his face on a brush again…” You said, nervously scratching your cheek.

“…Heh…” Toshinori snickered before he started to laugh out loud, you followed with your laughter, his large bony hand on your shoulder.

“GHA!”

“Holy Jesus, there is blood everywhere! PLEASE SEE A DOCTOR AGAIN, TOSHI!!!”

~~~

Another few weeks went by, and each day, he had a new lunch - If you missed him because you’re both busy, you just leave it at his desk. For doing this, you only wanted his company, sitting outside together and just chatted about school, life or your past. Toshinori didn’t have enough courage to let you know that he’s All Might - He liked the way you looked at him in this form and not his other. Maybe he was a desperate older man, but he thought you get flustered over small touches or when he compliments you - Maybe he was overthinking. The tall man had a soft spot for you; He wanted your sweet laugh, your small touches and your kind words, it made him putty.

One day it started to rain out of nowhere, getting the poor man soaked. “Damn it.” He sighs as he took off his wet jacket. “Thank god for the extra clothing at school.” He said to himself as he went to the office, seeing no one was around. Since he was alone, he might as well change here - He didn’t want to walk all the way downstairs just to turn and go back right back up to the office.

He took off his soaked white shirt, grabbing the spare to slip on. Before he could though, the door opened. “Hey, To-” You stopped, your eyes widen at the sight. Toshinori stopped as well as he looked over to your face, noticing your eyes were looking at the horrific scar on the side of his stomach, making him quickly cover it with his hand.

“_____, It’s not…” What could he say? ‘It’s not that bad’, ‘It’s nothing’, you won’t shrug it off. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat as his eyes drifted off to the side, still feeling your eyes on him. ‘She’ll probably leave, be disgusted by this. Fuck, who am I kidding? She has never seen me in that way…’ His mind swarmed with negative thoughts, but he suddenly felt a fresh touch, snapping out of his thoughts as he gasped.

You were in front of him, your hand on his scar but pulled away when he gasped. “S-Sorry! Does it hurt?” You asked quietly as you looked up at him.

“A-Ah, no, no - You just took me by surprise.” He replied. Toshinori couldn’t believe you were in front of him, you didn’t look disgusted nor sad, more like curious. He felt your hand on his scar once again, just gently laying your palm on the centre. Your touch was Soft. It made the taller man fluster. “Hah…” He let out a shaken breath as your fingertips ran along the lines of his scar, a shiver running up his spine.

It felt nice…Sweet. Goodness, he wanted more.

“How…How did you get this? It looks so painful.” You muttered, Toshinori realising how close you were, he could smell your shampoo, he wanted to run his fingers through your hair.

Fuck…

“It’s a long story, but…” He swallowed again. “_____, I have to tell you something. The other teachers know A-And I wasn’t hiding it from you because I don’t trust you! It’s just…I like the way you look at me…Like this…” His sunken eyes looked down at you, seeing the confusion on your face. “You don’t look at me like a popular guy like others. You see me, as…Me. Although the other side is me too…”

“Toshi, I don’t…I’m confused.” You muttered. His large hands placed on your shoulders to move you a foot away, seeing his form into-”A-All Might!?” Your eyes widen, the skinny man you knew - now turned into the number one hero. “W-What!? He’s All Might, Y-You’re All Might!? How, I-!” Your eyes swirled, entirely confused. “Oh god, I’m confused - You’ve always been All Might!? OH, GOD-!”

“Don’t freak out, I’ll tell you everything, just breathe..!” Even his vocals changed, having a mighty boom in his voice.

After you calmed down, he told you everything; The fight, the damage, what it did to his body and how he can only be All Might for only a few hours. You stood there, listening intently, taking it all in - Everything made sense, All of it! It saddened you to know he’s in so much pain.

“Toshi…You could have told me right away..” You muttered, looking up at him to smile. “I like you for you, silly, not your power or popularity. You’re still the big softy I know.” You let out a giggle, the muscle man melting by your sweet voice.

“_____…Your words mean a lot to me. Thank y-GH!” He coughed, turning back to his skinny self, blood spurting from his mouth.

“N-Now I know why you cough up blood so much.” You sigh, taking out a napkin to clean his mouth, buying a few for Toshinori last week. “Still…A hero or not, I want to help in any way I can. Even A number one hero needs help sometimes.” You said, lowering the napkin to look over his face. “So if you need me, call me, shout my name, and I’ll come running..!” You gave your heroic grin, making him smile.

“Thank you, _____. Urm…You can do me a favour; it’s a little embarrassing to ask…” He said as he scratched his cheek. “Can…I hold you?”

You were taken back by the request but smiled sweetly. “You never have to ask that from me, Toshi.” You said softly, going closer to pull him into a hug. Your arms wrapped around his waist, while he anxiously wrapped his around your neck, a substantial hand gently on your head. “Mm…”

Your head rested on his chest; your ear pressed up against him to hear his heart beating. He may be hurt, but he was alive, smiling when his heartbeat quickened. Toshinori felt your hand run along up and down his back slowly like you were comforting him; it made the poor man shiver. Your touch was warm and gentle; he felt overwhelmed. He hasn’t been touched like this in so long; he craved for it, he wanted nothing but your sweet touches. He didn’t think of it as sexual, just two people wanting comfort, some type of loving connection. He closed his eyes as you continued, nearing arching his back against your hand, making your bodies press closer together. “Sunshine…My ray of Sunshine.”

His deep voice made you blush, your heart skipping a beat by his words. It may have been your hero name, but he was saying it in a different light. His sighs as he felt your fingers rubbing up against his back, going higher to go through his hair. His breath shaken when you rubbed his head, your fingers going through the messy blonde hair. His head lowered until he was resting against yours, his eyes close but yours were widened. He enjoyed it; he craved it; he wanted nothing but your soft touches. You watched him get putty in your arms, the view making your heart beat faster. “…Tosh-”

You both heard the door, looking over to see Aizawa at the doorway, the gloomy man frozen on the stop. You both blushed, realising the situation - You were both pressed together, your arms tangled in an embrace and Toshinori being shirtless. “Sorry, I…I didn’t mean to intrude. You both can continue…” He said, in his dull voice, turning around to leave.

You both pulled away, waving your arms to get his attention. “No, no, this isn’t what it looks like!!!” You both said at the same time.

“It’s ‘exactly’ what it looks like.” He grunted before the door slammed shut.

You both stood there, flustered and quiet. Oh god, he thought you guys were about to have sex, that wasn’t good! Both of you were so caught up in the embrace, that you forgot that you were in the office, in a school for that matter.

“I…I should put my shirt on now.” “Y-Yes, and I’ll-! Urm…Go to class..! It’s early, but oh well!” You both laughed nervously, your bodies stiff as you went to your desk; Toshinori was putting on a dry shirt while you grabbed your papers. You both looked at each other, your cheeks still hot. “I-” You both stopped, letting out a nervous chuckle. “You go first.”

“No, you…” You replied.

“No, Y-”

“C-Can we do that again!?” You spit out; the man took back by your request. “I just-! Urm…I-It was nice and…You’re very cuddly. I liked it.” You smiled nervously, gripping on to your papers. “I understand if yo-”

“Yes.” He replied right away, his bright eyes staring into your soul. “I would love to, _____.”

“Oh…Great..!” You replied, relieved that he agreed. “Okay, Urm…I’ll sees you later, okay?” You gave a small wave before walking to the door, nearly running into it. “Shi-Damn, I-” You opened the door, letting out a nervous laugh before closing it.

“…” Toshinori squatted on the floor as he ran his fingers through his hair, his face red as he stared at the floor. ‘Oh god, oh god, oh god - That happened. Jesus Christ, I almost died from embarrassment, that woman will be the death of me…’ He thought in his head, steam coming out of his ears.

He heard the door slide open again. “Are you done with your sex?”

“WE WEREN’T HAVING SEX, SHOUTA!!!” He shouted as he splurted out blood.

~~~

After that awkward bump on the road, things seem to be going smoothly for you and Toshinori. You continued talking and eating lunch together, but it seemed to be more touchy. You would rest against each other while your fingers ran through his hair, the bony man letting out soft hums when your nails gently scraped against his scalp. You even invited him to your house to watch movies and cuddle, resting on his chest or his head resting on your lap while you played with his hair. The little affections were sweet, especially when your held hands, his thumb rubbing up and down your knuckles.

This made the other teachers a bit more curious about your ‘relationship’ - Nemuri wanted to know the juicy details; what was he like in the sack, did he punish you, did you tie him down to the bed, would you two just fuck each other raw. You denied it all; it was nothing like that! But the thoughts sadly came, and it made your face beat red, thanks Nemuri! Yamada would ask Toshinori the romantic questions; What was your first date like, was your first kiss passionate or rough, are you the romantic type, have you guys danced together, have you both said I love you. Toshinori denied it all as well, but embarrassed at the thought of taking you on a date, just having each others company. Aizawa didn’t bring up any questions nor said much on it, just a simple ‘If you guys are happy, then I am glad, but don’t bring that shit to school.’

The questions made you both think - It did seem like you were a couple, but you never kissed, nor gone on a date. Both of you were so busy with school and hero work that the closest thing you have done together was cuddle in bed. You guys loved it, but maybe it was time to the next level. Toshinori knew he wasn’t a young man anymore; he wanted a relationship, he wanted a house together, he wanted a family - But were you in the same mindset? He didn’t know that you were. You loved being a hero, you loved helping people, but you also wanted a life. You would see parents with their children, and it made you think of having your own kids and husband - But did Toshinori felt the same? You didn’t know that he was.

Weeks went by until one day, Toshinori was running to the hospital after he heard what happened. 

A Building was on fire at night, and news reported that you went inside to rescue any civilians, even though you were practically quirk-less at night. You didn’t wait for reinforcements, you just ran in head first, but thanks to that you saved many lives. The news said everyone was going to the closest hospital, including yourself, since you were injured from the fire.

Toshinori panicked - What happened if you were trapped or severely injured, you wouldn’t have made it out. He just needed to see you, hold you, anything-damn it! He made it to the hospital and the desk told him which room you were in, his body practically shaking in the lift. And when he finally made it to your room, he saw you, his mass shooting towards you - He couldn’t hold himself any longer!

“To-Mm!” Your eyes widen, freezing on the spot when his lip met yours, his arm wrapped around you while the other held the back of your head so you wouldn’t pull away. It was passionate and even a desperate kiss, like he hasn’t seen you in years - You couldn’t help but kiss back. Your free hand ran through his messy hair, both of you pressed together in the sweet embrace. Toshinori felt like if he lets you go, you would fade away and wouldn’t come back. He needed you; he wanted you; he didn’t want to let go!

“E-Excuse me…” They heard a quiet voice say, both pulled away from the kiss to see the nurse looking a bit flustered. She was holding your arm, which she was still bandaging up. “May I continue, please?”

You giggled as Toshinori pulled away with a flustered face, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah-I’m so sorry! Please, forgive me, ma’am..!” He was that one noted; he didn’t notice the nurse.

“It’s fine; I know the feeling. You must be happy to see your girlfriend is safe.” She hummed as she did the final touches.

“S-She’s not my-I mean-” He shuttered, wanting to hide.

The nurse gave him a wink. “I’ll give you two some alone time. Please rest, miss _____.” She said as she eased you on the bed before leaving.

“Thank you so much for your service, Miss.” You said kindly, giving a small nod. As the door shut, you gave Toshinori a slight grin. “I didn’t expect that from you, Toshi. You took me by surprise, you big flirt.”

“Ah-It wasn’t like that..! I mean…I just wanted to see you and when I did…My body couldn’t handle it.” He said, looking a bit anxious as he rubbed his neck again. “I…I needed to know you were real.” He then sat beside you, his large hand taking yours. “And I’m happy to know you’re safe…”

“Toshi…I’m fine. I burnt my arm, but it’ll heal, might leave a mark though.” You pouted, before glancing at his hand, his grip tightened. His mind swarmed with dark thoughts, but you cut it by kissing his cheek. “No need for that look, Toshi. I’m fine…”

“Yes, but…Your Quirk-”

“Quirk or not, I’m still a hero.” You said, your head gently resting on his. “Yes, it is hard without a quirk. I ignore doing anything at night, but…I couldn’t just stand there and watch a building burn full of people. I…I had to do something, Toshi.” You closed your eyes, biting your bottom lip, trying to hold yourself. “If I didn’t…A lot of people would have suffered. My body just carried me, running inside and help them people. I-I kept smiling…I kept pushing myself.”

His arms wrapped around you, leaning your head towards his shoulder. “…You must have been scared, _____…Knowing that if anything bad happened, you…” He sighs. “Never mind. It’s over now, and you did so well…You saved families, My Sunshine. I’m so proud of you.” His words overwhelmed you, gripping his shirt as you suddenly sobbed into his shoulder. “Shh…Shh…I got you now, Sunshine. Just let it out.” And so you did, holding onto Toshinori as you cried in his arms.

But now, you call him your boyfriend.

~~~

After the hospital, both of you were becoming much cuddlier, like two teens in their first relationship. You continued to eat together, but Toshinori would quickly steal a kiss from you before anyone noticed, your face becoming flustered as you stuffed your face with food to distract yourself. You loved this side of him, kindhearted and sweet, even a bit of a flirt when he wanted to.

You finally went on your first date, and it was awkward at first, but when you walked through the park together and kicked off your heels, it went smoothly - Toshinori even gave you his jacket when he thought you were cold. You can cut ice easily with how adorable the two of you were. Even the teachers noticed how bright the two of you were together; they could practically see the hearts and sparkles coming out from both of you. Yamada nearly sobbed, wanting what you two have.

“Geez, it has to rain suddenly again!” You whined as you and Toshinori ran to his place. “They said today was going to be sunny, them lying bastards..!”

“Hah, true - Let’s just get inside quickly before we get completely soaked!”

“Too late, Toshi!”

You both went inside, peeling off your coats and hung them up, sliding off your shoes after. As you both went inside, Toshinori went to get some towels for you both. “Here, get yourself dried up.” He said, a towel resting on his head, making you smile before ruffling your hair with the soft wool. “Give me a second.” He disappeared once again, returning with some dry clothes. “Here, you should take these so that you won’t be walking around in wet clothes.”

“Ah-Thank you, Toshi.” You said as you took them from his hands, the tall man pointing where his bathroom was for you to change. He went to his bedroom, sliding off his clothes to slip on a loose t-shirt and pants, just casual wear. As he left his bedroom, he turned when he heard you. “Thank you again for your clothes, but your pants couldn’t fit me.”

His eyes widen, looking over your smaller form - Wearing nothing but his buttoned-up shirt which was resting on your mid-thigh. He could have sworn his heart stopped, seeing your bare legs. “Ah…” He knew your outfit showed your thighs, but this was different, you wore long boots and socks to cover your legs. They looked beautiful, your thighs lightly pressing together. ‘I want to grab them so badly…’ He thought, his eyes darken by the thought. ‘I want to dig my fingernails into her flesh until she-’

“T-Toshi…” He snapped out of it by your voice, seeing you looked nervous by his silent stare. “I’m sorry, I’ll put back on my-”

“No, don’t-It’s fine..!” He said quickly as he put his hands up. ‘You perverted old man, what were you thinking!? It’s inappropriate to stare’ He mentally slapped himself, not wanting you to be uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, F-Forgive me-” He swallowed, taking your wet clothes to put them in the wash with his own.

As he did this, you sat on the couch, feeling so exposed wearing this, but what else could you wear? The way he stared at you, it was like he was about to pounce on you. The thought made you shiver, your cheeks heating up. ‘Stop it, you fool! Stop thinking of such lewd things!’ You thought to yourself.

“Here…” You blinked when you felt a weight on your shoulders. “This blanket is to keep you warm. I bet you’re freezing.” You nod your head, watching Toshinori sitting beside you and turned on the TV. You held the blanket close as you sat beside him, covering the blush on your cheeks. He wrapped one arm around you to pull you close, gently rubbing your shoulder to ease your stiff muscles.

He may have been a bony man, but he was still comfortable to rest against, loving when you heard his heartbeat against his chest. “Mm…” Your eyes were not on the TV, your eyes placed at his chest, your fingers gently running along his collar bone - his body stiffens by the touch, his grip lightly squeezed you. “Toshi…Aren’t you cold too?” You asked, but before he could reply, you already wrapped the blanket around each other.

The hero felt you cuddle up to him close, his heart beating into his ribs faster. ‘We’ve done this so many times, why is it now so intense’He thought, his eyes glancing down at you, your breasts pressed up against his side, and your thighs pressed together, making the poor boy stiff. 'Oh goodness, she is so sexy, I’m might pass out..!’ His eyes swirled, holding you close to his body. “_____…”

You looked up him, your whole face heated while your hands gripped his shirt. “Toshi…” You bit the inside of you lip, pushing yourself. 'Stop being so shy!’ You moved your body up, the man’s eyes slightly widen as you sat on his lap, your thighs resting on either side of him. “I…Urm…I want to…” You shuttered, frowning that you were too nervous to say it, so you just pulled him into a kiss, hoping he gets the hint.

He was prepossessing your words and actions, as he let you continue, his hands gently placed on your hips as he kissed back, letting out a pleasing hum. “Mm…” You both relaxed into the kiss, your arms going around his neck to make the kiss deeper, his fingers gently squeezing your soft hips. He loved every part about you; he wanted to touch and kiss every part while saying loving things in your ear; he wanted you to know how special you were to him. He bit your bottom lip, hoping you got the hint. You did, kissing again while your tongues brushed against each other, Toshinori feeling your hips pressed down on him.

‘Is that what you want, little Sunshine? I’ll give it to you…I’ll give you everything.’ He thought, his hand slowly sliding down to cup your ass, letting out a small squeak which made him chuckle against your lips. Fuck, your skin felt so smooth and soft, squeezing your ass as he grinds you down onto him. Your fingers held onto his hair, moaning into the kiss as you felt his semi-hard on rubbing against your clothed cunt. “Hah…” You both pulled away for air, his eyes looking at your adorable face, a low growl leaving his lips. “You want me, _____?” Your voice was lost, so all you did was nod, a smile appearing on his face. “I’m glad…I’ve wanted you for so long, I practically ached…” He grunted, his voice rugged and deep, it made a shiver run down your spine.

“Toshi…” You took his hands, leading them to the buttons of the shirt, The skinny man giving you a ‘are you sure?’ look. “P-Please…I…I want you too.” He nods his head as a reply, his long fingers unbuttoning the shirt - Your breasts peeking out, your stomach and finally, your underwear. He let out a shaken sigh as he parted the shirt; your whole body is shown to him. He let out a quiet ‘fuck’; a small smile appeared on your face. “Like what you see?”

“Yes…God, yes, you’re breathtaking…” He breathed out, his thumbs rubbing your hip bones. “Gorgeous, beautiful…Sexy as hell.” His sunken eyes looked up at you, a grin sliding on his face. “Are you a villain? Trying to get me weak on the knees until I’m under your power?”

You giggled. “Maybe…” You purred, your hands grabbing his shirt to slip it off. “Although, your All-mighty body is getting me weaker…” He laughed, the aura around you both seemed to be less tense. Your hand gently ran down his body, your fingertips smoothly running against the scar, Toshinori groaning - Already putty under your touch. He has fought so many villains throughout his years, but he has never been this weak from simple touches. Your hand stopped on his pants; your eyes flicked up to his face as your fingers teasingly rubbed the edge. “May I?”

“Y-Yeah…” He breathed out, his face flustered as you grabbed his pants, sliding them down to his mid-thigh with his boxers, his cock hit against his stomach. Your eyes looked at his throbbing masterpiece in awe, seeing it twitch, making your lower stomach burn. Toshinori rested his head back, his arm covering his eyes so he wouldn’t be able to see you, he was too nervous to. “D…Don’t stare.” He grunted out, his breath shaken.

“S-Sorry, I just…It’s so big.” He chocked on a gasp, feeling your hand wrapped around his shaft, giving him a few slow pumps. “So hot…My hand might melt.” You swallowed your saliva, trying to not drool so much on how good he looked. He was a flustered mess on the couch already, you wanting nothing but to ride him, but you held yourself. “Is this good? I’m not the best…I-I don’t do this often…” You weakly chuckled.

“N-No, no, it’s good…Hah…So good. Mmm…Your hand is so soft.” He groaned out, still not looking at you or your hand. Your thumb slowly rubbed the sensitive tip, making his hip jolt up. “Ah-I…Oh, god.” He moaned, gritting his teeth as your hand gently squeezed his shaft, your hand going faster.

“Toshi…Please look.” You moved his arm away from his face, loving how handsome and cute he looked - His eyes were hazed with lust and his cheeks so flustered, you couldn’t look away. You tilted his head to look down, watching your hand pump his shaft. “You are so amazing…I can’t keep my eyes off you.” You breathed out, Toshinori letting shaken moans and breaths, his eyes were practically heart-shaped. “Do you like me doing this to you?”

“Yes…Yes, yes, all of it.” He groaned, bucking into your hand. “I-If you keep pumping me quickly, I’ll…Ah-I’ll come.” His fingers gripped onto your thighs, teasingly grazing your underwear. “Not yet…I-I…I want to be inside you.” Fuck, he did - He won’t be able to hold himself any longer. “Let me please you…”

You stopped, nodding your head. “O-Okay…” You got off him, the tall man already missing the closeness, watching you rest back on the couch. You nervously opened your legs for him as he crawled over, seeing your underwear was soaked. Were you that excited from touching him? Shit…

“Can I, _____?” He asked politely, his hands reaching for your underwear. You nod your head, letting out a weak ‘Y-Yeah’, his hands sliding them down until they were completely off. “Fuck-” He gasped, his bright blue eyes staring between your legs. “You’re beautiful…Stunning. I am a lucky man to have you…”

“S-Same for you, Toshi…” You breathed out, a weak smile spread on your face. “Ah-” You blushed, feeling his thumb spread your pussy lips, leaning down to get a closer look. “D-Don’t; it’s so embarrassing…”

He chuckled. “How is it? I’m looking at the most beautiful thing…You’re soaking for me, darling.” He groaned. “I just…Want to…” His tongue ran up your slit, a small whimper leaving your lips. “Fuck…I can’t-I…You taste so good.” Like a wild animal loose from its cage, his lips attacked your pussy, his tongue running up and down your slit to taste your juices.

“T-Toshi-!” You gasped, your fingers running through his hair, keeping your legs open as he continued to eat you out. Oh god, oh god, he snapped! His tongue would sometimes slip inside you, before pulling out to lick and suck at your pussy lips. “F-Fuck, oh fuck..!” You bucked into his face but felt his hand hold you down, keeping you in place as he tongue fucked you. “Nnn…!” Your headshot back, letting out whimpers and moans as he continued. But he turned it up, as his mouth moved up to suck on your clit. “F-Fuck! Oh god, Toshi…You’re so good.” You moaned out, gripping onto his hair.

“Fuck, darling…” He groaned against you, continue to suck at your clit. He loved how you thrived underneath him, your hands gripping onto his hair as you moaned out his name like a prayer.

“Toshi…Nnh-A…All Might…!” Toshinori stopped, pulling away from your legs, his full-blown eyes staring down at you - practically glowing.

“…What did you say?”

“…All…All Might?” You muttered, having no idea if he liked being called that or not. But when he smirked, you knew he loved it. He grabbed you, resting you on his lap, grabbing his own cock to tease it against your pussy. “Mmm…”

“Are you ready for me? My ray of Sunshine.” He groaned out, his hand gripping your thigh, wanting nothing but to pound you into the couch but he held himself for you.

“Yes…Ah, yes.” You moaned out, bucking your hips that his tip went right against your entrance. He grabbed your hips, slowly lower yourself until you were in. “F-Fuck…You filled me up. Oooh, Toshi..!” You sigh, grinding against him to get used to his size.

“Ah…_-_____. You feel…Mm-Remarkable.” He felt your walls squeeze him just a bit; his tip feeling so sensitive inside you; the pleasure was pure bliss. “Mmm…Please move. I’m dying here…”

You giggled by his begging, raising your hips before lowering them back down, both of you making a small moan. You would raise your hips slowly, but then slammed down quickly, the only thing heard in the room was each others moaning and skin slapping against skin. “I-Is that good, hah-Toshi?” You purred, holding onto his shoulders as you moved.

“Ngh-Yes…Ah…! Your…Pussy feels so good.” It was the first time hearing him use that word, and you loved it. He leaned over you to kiss and nibble your neck down to your shoulder like it was his very own canvas. He wanted to leave his marks on you, knowing you were his, knowing you were real. All of this felt like a hazy dream to him - Just knowing you still wanted him after all this time amazed him, but he loved it.

He loved you.

“Oh god, Toshi…” You felt every curve and vein of his cock, loving how it hit every spot inside you, his tip hitting just right in your womb. The fantastic feeling made you speed up the pace, your ass now slapping against his skinny thighs. “Mmm…Yes, yes, yes…! You feel amazing, T-Toshi.” You moaned, before leaning forward. “Or should I say…All Might?” You purred in his ear, feeling his body stiffen for a second. “Mnn…I love how All Might is hitting every right spot inside me…I’m so lucky to have you…My All Might.”

He growled low; his eyes seemed to brighten even more - He grabbed your arms, you stopped to look up at him, a wide smirk on his lips. “Again…Repeat it…” Steam now seeped out of his body, his body increasing in size and muscle.

“Tos-AH!” Your eyes widen, his cock increasing in size also - How is that possible, oh god, it was stretching you to your limit. “NNH!!!” Tears started to form in your eyes, biting your lip when he stopped growing. Now his big, muscly body was underneath you, the smirk on his face was still there. He now grabbed your arms and slammed your whole body down, crying out as his cock was so deep - You saw nothing but white.

“Come on, Sunshine, you can take a few inches more..!” His bright heroic voice come out, pretty much using your body as his very own flashlight. As he slammed your whole body down, his hips would thrust up, nothing but pound after pound inside you. “Now…Call for me. Call. For. Me..!” He growled out.

Your mind wasn’t thinking straight, only crying and moaning out, your words already slurred and made no sense. “I-I-Nuh! A-All-Ah!” It was too much, you were past your limit, you think you already came, but you weren’t sure.

It was…It was…Incredible!

No one has made you feel this good; it was inhuman! Oh god - you saw stars, you saw Jesus himself, No, you saw Aizawa and Yamada as angels above you. You were fucking losing it! “L-Lord! Oh! Fuck! A-Ahh! A-All Might! All Might!” Your walls were clamping down on his thick cock, Toshinori groaning below you.

“D-Damn, you are pulling me in, aren’t you?” He groaned out, watching your body beg for him, your breasts bouncing with each thrust he made, your eyes rolling at the back of your head - You could barely breathe since he did nothing but fuck the shit out of you, you didn’t have time for a break. But if he ever stopped for a second, you would just beg for him to continue, you would just die on the spot. “Sunshine…My Sunshine…!, Ah! Damn, you feel S-So fucking good! Ngh!” He watched his cock thrust into you, seeing how soaking wet you were, it was all over his cock and balls - it made it easier for him to slip inside. “heh, I bet you’ve come for me, maybe even twice?” He chuckled. “You want to come again? I’ll…Ng-Join you. Would you like that?”

You just kept moaning and crying for him, gasping for air, amazed that his speed increased. “Y-Y-Yeah! Y-You’re Ah splitting M-Me in two!” You shuttered out. “Y-You’re going to kill Me-Me while fucking me, out of M-My god damn M-M-Mind!” You cried, tears running down your face. Toshinori did nothing but laugh, stopped by a loud groan, feeling his balls tightening up. “Y-Yes! C-Come, Come In-Inside me! All Might! Ah!”

“As you wish, _____..!” He continued to pound into you until you were close to your climax. “H-Holy shit!” He roars, feeling you and himself at a climax. “_____! Ah, Sunshine!” He gave one hard slammed down, his cum shooting inside you like a gunshot. "Ngh!"

“AHH!” You screamed out your climax, your mind going blank. Oh fuck, oh god, his hot cum was filling you up - There was so much, it started leaking out of your pussy.

He bucked into you gently as his climaxed eased down, his cum spilling out more. “Ah…Hah…” He rested his head back as he panted heavily, sweat going down his tired body. The fog in his mind started to fade away, making him think more clearly. “_…____…Are you o-” He froze as he looked at you, seeing you limp, your eyes nothing but white. “_____? _____…!” He gently shook you, his skin going pale before spitting out blood as he changed back to his skinny form. “Oh god, I killed her with sex!!!”

“N…No….May…be…” You mumbled, your body falling on his, too tired and sore to move. “Th-that…”

“Oh no, oh no, I should have controlled myself..! I’m so, so sorry!” He held your body close, gently rubbing your back, feeling you shaking. “I wanted to make love to you…B-But my mind went blank and turned into a beast. Forgive me…I’m a terrible person…” He muttered, his sunken eyes looking over you.

You pulled away a bit to look over his worried face, before giving him a peck on the lips. “C-Can…Can we…Do that again?”

“Eh?”

~~~

Another working day in U. A High, you and Toshinori at your desks, but you twitched when you felt eyes staring at you. “N…Nemuri? You okay?” You asked as you looked over at her, seeing her intense eyes looking over your body and face.

“…You had sex, didn’t you?” She said simply, Toshinori choking on his hot tea as you blushed. “I can see it all over you; you’re practically glowing with sex!”

“Yo ho ho! Way to go, my man!” Yamada gave a bro bump on his shoulder, Toshinori just shaking at his desk, the tea still pouring out of his mouth.

“Finally…” Aizawa grunted out, his eyes on his paperwork.

“Oh yes, let’s celebrate after work!”

“W-What!? No, Nemuri!”

“Hell Yeaaah, Let’s do it, superstars!”

“W-W-Wait-Gha!”

“I’ll be in my sleeping bag.”

THE END!

[mxvladdy]

A Break

This is an on going Hanzo x Reader I’ve been working on. (First chapter is pure smut but the rest- for now- is plot)

 Summery: Balancing a hectic work life, annoying customers, and an elusive boyfriend? Maybe your friends are right. You need a break.

Chapters: 1-2-3-4

One

A shiver runs up your spine as your boyfriend's broad tongue licks at the corner of your mouth, savoring the glaze hiding there. Bitter coffee and sweetened vanilla blooming in his mouth only amplifying the sensation of your lips. You taste divine. He pushes closer wanting nothing to separate you from him; if only for this moment.

“Hanzo-" You murmur into his swollen lips breaking away to breathe into the quiet room. He grunted back. Sharp gaze locking onto your glistening lips, his hands wandering absentmindedly.

“Yes, my love.” Hanzo whispered into your plush lips watching a gentle blush paint your face. His eyes sparkling in the early morning light of your living room.

“I have to go~” You struggle lamely in his steel grip looking up at your kitchen wall, you are running late- again . A recurring theme whenever Hanzo was involved. He sighed respecting your request, loosening his lock around your waist; of course he would let you leave.

Once he was done.

You barely register his impish grin before your position flips. The world spinning as you were pinned beneath him, plush couch cushions absorbing your fall. He was on you again. Teeth nipping your neck, his beard scratching your skin making you giggle. “Surely the shop can open without you? Just this once?” He teases his accent thick and warm. Hanzo fingers the hem of your shirt thoughtfully, biting hard on your clavicle making you mew.

“You said that last time you came over.” You chucking musing his hair lovingly. “My employees need me you know?”

He hums noncommittally unconvinced by the weak excuse. “ I need you.” His lips brush yours again before traveling lower pushing your shirt up to your chin. “Besides they will be thanking me soon enough, no boss for the next few hours. Neko ga hanareru toki …”

Hours?

Your thoughts slip away as he presses a hot open mouth kiss to the exposed lace of your bra. Saliva pooling in his mouth soaking the expensive silk covering you making you whimper. Hanzo moved to your other breast letting cold air pebble your nipple before his fingers pushed the cup of your bra up to finally touch your flushed skin. You can’t help but squirm at his masterful touch, callus fingers pinching and pulling in a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. His tongue following close behind to soothe the burn his fingers created.

“Let me steal you away.” He tempted nipping your earlobe impatient for your response. “Let’s waste the day away together.” The idea had your stomach in knots, you needed a break anyway... You nod eagerly the thought of work miles away. Dragging his face to yours you savor his minty taste and spicy scent, wrapping your legs around his toned waist.

Hanzo navigates your house effortlessly, eyes never wandering from yours. Slipping into your bedroom like a ghost, floorboards silent under your combined weight. Supporting you with one hand he dimmed the lights and shut the door firmly letting the pleasant stillness of the moment engulf you both. Resting your forehead on his you smile fingers tracing his proud nose and brow line. He kissed you sweetly, eyes trailing to look behind you when he parts. Before you could question him you were airborne. His muscular frame blocking your vision of the ceiling as you landed safely on a pile of soft unmade sheets. The cotton still warm from that morning.

Squealing you try to right yourself before steel covered flesh pins you playfully. Large warm hands tug at you pulling at the tangled mess of your clothes. Blouse and pants tossed away in colorful blurs across the small room as he made his way to your delicate lingerie. “Careful!” You laugh at his hasty tugging, teeth skimming your belly. “I just got those.”  

“I’ll buy you more.” Hanzo smirked, flexing his arm in an unneeded show of force ripping the silk from your body. His latest gift ripping like tissue paper. You hiss enjoying the slight sting of the elastic digging in, leaving red marks on your soft thighs and sides before tearing under the strain. His show of strength sends heat straight to your core.

Finally naked you lounge back arms raised curling under your mound of pillows. Your blush deepened under your boyfriend's heated gaze thighs rubbing together subconsciously.

“It's only fair don’t you think?” Your eyes comb over his still clothed form. His black compression shirt and cargo pants rudely shielded him from your lustful gaze. His jacket and boots lay muddied and forgotten on your doorstep. In truth you hadn’t expected him to show up at your doorstep at all, still believing he was halfway across the world on ‘active duty’. His evasiveness made you curious, but the looks he gave you had long since made you stop asking. Not that you minded too much. You had guessed military a long time ago. It would explain a lot.

But opening that door had been like opening an early Christmas present; a slightly out of breath flushed Christmas present. Yet, you couldn’t have been happier.

Kneeling over you he locks your legs underneath his. Muscular thighs twitching as he slowly pulls at his shirt revealing skin inch by inch. Your throat clicks dryly watching him put on a show. It always took your breath away when he did this. White scars and healed burns smattered his chest and stomach were slowly revealed, pulling and playing across the vast canvas. When you first shared a bed you spent half the time finding, kissing, licking, and loving each and every mark you could find till he was a quivering mess. There seems to be a few new ones you needed to become acquainted with.

His dragon tattoo was untouched though. The shadows cast from your window made it look like it was moving along his skin. The dragon's eyes alight with life. It’s pristine blues and yellows seemingly glow around him like an aura playing a trick on the eye. He was beautiful, you tell him regularly, if only to watch color grace his high cheekbones and his eyes widened in disbelief.  You wanted to touch him. To help him remove his loose pants knowing from past experience that that was the only thing keeping you away from him. But that wasn’t part of the play. At least not today. He batted away your meandering hand groaning low as you brush his straining cock hidden behind the heavy fabric shooting a stern glance at you through heavily hooded eyes.

Later. His amber eyes promise. Hanzo shifts to grab your legs and pulls them up. Wrapping your legs around his shoulders and rising to his full height. Stopping only when your shoulders and head were the last things touching the mattress. The rest of you is supported on his folded knees and chest, your own knees hooked around his muscular neck. He pins you again in his iron grasp, beard tickling your inner thigh. You felt a faint smile on your skin. Playful bastard.

His tongue and teeth marked a trail up to the juncture of your thigh. Hanzo groans in delight when his nose brushes at your light patch of curls. He shoots you a radiant grin before placing a scorching open mouth kiss on your heated core tongue cupping and stroking your clit with relish. You choke on a whine, blood rushing to your head making you light headed as Hanzo moans into your heat.

Supporting your weight on his shoulders, his hands wandered freely. One moving back to your breast squeezing and playing with the soft flesh. His other going to the apex of your thigh, thumb coming in contact with your sensitive clit. His touch had you reeling, hands tearing at the sheets. “Soaking already, my heart?” He purrs, slipping a long thick finger into you, curling it slowly inside as if beckoning. “I haven't even started yet.”

Oh gods… You whimper as another finger enters you slowly. Your boyfriend cooing above you, tongue lapping and tasting. Wordlessly you gyrate your hips matching his slow rhythm.

“Going to make you feel so good-make you scream. Till I'm the only thing you can think about.” He stares down at you, eyes glassy words falling freely from his sinful mouth. You can never get enough of him like this. All his self imposed walls crumbling, his wants and desires free to you.

You shift uncomfortably the position hell on your neck and shoulders but not wanting this torture to end. Reading your mind he loosened his grip letting your body rest fulling on the bed and sunk to the foot of the bed. He was clearly not done preparing you for what he had in store. Once settled he delved back into you. One finger becomes two, then two becomes three, his pace steadily increasing till all you can focus on is the lewd sounds emanating from between your thighs and your harsh pants as he brings you masterfully to your release.

The fire of your climax hit suddenly thick fingers curling and pressing onto your sweet spot, thumb rubbed your clit in harsh circles. The pleasure/pain of it all makes you arch off the bed fingers yanking uncontrollably at his hair, nails scratching through his undercut. Your harsh panting turns into cries for mercy when he doesn't pull away from your languid body dragging another stuttering peak from you.

Finally boneless and shaking he unravels himself from your thighs making a show of licking your slick from his lips and fingers. “A breather my love?” He chuckles dragging shaky fingers through his bedraggled hair coming to lay beside you hand rubbing possessively down your soft midriff.

You flash him a cocky grin. “Why? Winded already old man?”

Hanzo smirked back dangerously. “I assure you I am far from old,” He takes your hand kissing the knuckles before lowering it to cup his straining erection. “And nowhere near done with you.”

In hindsight, you should have known that antagonizing him always ended badly for you. Pinned and writhing you sob failing to stem the flow of tears trailing down your nose, teeth damn near close to tearing through your comforter. You were so close…

“Noo!” You wail as your walls clench around air. Again your orgasm threatens to overflow before dying down again to an agonizing simmer. You choke on a cry as your boyfriend slams home again with an animalistic grunt draping over your back, hands gripping your burning backside. His thrusts fast, hard, and punishing. You would have bruises tomorrow for sure.

Just how you like it.

“What’s wrong?” He pants in your ear tongue tracing your sensitive shell. “Winded already?”

Your snide remark was cut short at the feel of rough fingers pinching your swollen clit, the head of his shaft grinding against your folds. He wouldn't last much longer, as much as he was edging you he was holding himself back too. He hissed sheathing himself again in one rough thrust finally ready to finish this.

Oh this time please...please! You beg wantonly clawing at his forearms braced on either side of your head. Your words becoming a garbled mess. The world fades at the edges your climax bloomed slowly but stronger than before. You tremble helplessly underneath him as he guides you to a shared peak.

“Beg for me hime.”

You wail pitifully, crying out his name like a mantra begging for anything, promising you would do anything if he just let you have this.

He breaks before you swearing roughly teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your shoulder, hips stuttering as he releases deep inside you. The heat of him filling you finally bringing you over. Eyes open but unseeing you scream wordlessly into your blankets, knees giving out feeling your combined spend spilling past the tight seal of his cock to trail down your sweat soaked thighs.

Hanzo falls on you, sated body twitching sporadically as his dick softens inside of your well used cunt. You lay breathless and entangled enjoying the weight of him covering you as you both catch your breath. He moved finally collapsing beside you only to scoop you up reverently to lay on his chest. Gentle kisses pepper your face and shoulders as he rubs your back soothingly.

“Was I too-" He began brows knitting in worry, noticing the faint start of bruising blooming across your hips. You cut him off with a kiss, fingers scratching the underside of his chin.

“Shh. It was perfect thank you.” You mutter before drifting off.

He hums kissing your forehead and wraps his arms around your exhausted form, sleep calling you both.

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The life I chose

Request: Would you please write for Bucky & reader, wherein he's in love with Natasha but is forced to marry reader, he's never home ignores her even when she tries hard. She even must work as a waitress for money, one-night Brock tries to rape her, Steve arrives just in time and saves her. They become good friends. It's on you if you want her to stay with Bucky or get married to Steve. It could be an au where they are not Avengers.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Mobster!Reader, Mobster!Steve x Mobster!Reader, Mobster!Tony, Gamora, Nick Fury, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson

Warnings: angst, feisty reader, language, smut, unprotected sex, threesome, voyeurism, polyamory, blood, injuries, violence, comforting

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Now…

Blood is dripping down your forehead. You can feel bruises all over your arms and legs but still, you remain silent. While Gamora tries to play the good cop, Fury is slamming his fists onto the table, trying to intimidate you.

All you give him is a cold smirk and a shrug when he threatens to let you ‘disappear’ once again. Fury wants answers, dreams of bringing Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers down but he knows he needs you. 

You are the key to break your husband and lover. You are the one able to make them give up.

“I am asking you one last time.” Slamming his hands onto the table Fury glares at you. “Where are your lovers?”

Faking confusion you look up at the angry man in front of you. “If I recall right I told you I will not talk to you without a lawyer. If you would excuse me now, I’m busy to bleed and wait for said lawyer.”

“Sir, she’s right. I know you want to bring Rogers and Barnes down, but we lost contact with our agents hours ago. Stark is gone with the wind and their houses were empty too.” Glancing at you, pity in her eyes Gamora sighs. “I guess they ran and left her behind. Why should she be here, and not with her husband.”

“You think Barnes left her behind to save his sorry ass? I don’t believe that for a second…” Fury’s eyes meet yours and he can see the uncertainty in your y/e/c eyes. “Not that confident any longer…huh? How about a deal?”

“Deal, Y/N. You can leave this building as a free woman if you give us anything. Just think about things Bucky and Steve said. A little detail. A name or a bank account can help. Deliver us Bucky and you can be finally free.” Gamora is a smooth talker, you give her that, but your face remains stoic.

“It’s James to you or Mr. Barnes. Bucky is for his friends or for me to call him so. That’s all you will get. Now…LAWYER!” You announce the last word, not budging as Fury tosses a file onto the table.

“Maybe this will make you talk…” Placing a picture of Bucky and Natasha in front of you he can see a hint of hurting flash up. “He had a nice affair while being married to you, Y/N. Do you believe he ever loved you?”

“Doesn’t matter to you, right? Whatever you want, you will press it out of me using force. What makes you believe you are that much better than any mobster out there?” Glancing up at Fury you purse your lips.

“I’m bleeding for hours. I asked for a lawyer more than once and you refuse to get one, just like you didn’t offer first aid.”

“Sir…she’s not wrong.” Gamora’s eyes meet her boss’s and she falls silent.

“You believe you are the good guy in this story?” Huffing you point at the bruises on your face and your upper arms. “Hiding behind the law you believe you can do anything you want and still be the nice guy. You are dead wrong, Fury…”

“I will get what I want…” Fury wants to place another picture onto the table when gunfire echoes through the building. “Gamora, stay with her. I’ll check what’s wrong out there…”

Smirking you lean back, propping your feet onto the table. “I guess your time is up, guys. I told you two hours ago to let me go…”

Fifteen hours and twenty minutes ago…

“What did…god…Tony say?” Moaning you grip Bucky’s ass, pressing him deeper into you. “I need to know if Gamora will get suspicious tonight…”

“Fuck…doll. Can you stop talking about business while I am inside of you?” Bucky groans, slamming harder into you.

Flesh hand in your hair, metal hand gripping the headboard he smirks as you start to tighten around him. “Let me make you cum first…”

“Bring it, punk!” Cursing you slap his ass and your husband loses all control. You will be sore after this ‘ride’ but you don’t care as your lovers will make sure you feel them for days.

“Buck’ make her come!” Steve’s eyes never leave your blissed-out face. While you try to concentrate on the way Bucky uncontrollably drives into you, your eyes drift toward Steve’s cock. “I want my turn before we discuss business and everything else.

“Will I like the plan?” Your nails bite into Bucky’s ass and he laughs as you tilt your head to bite his neck. “Tell me, Barnes…”

“You will love what we prepared, doll. Now…shit…” Milking Bucky dry you slap his ass again, making sure you will leave bruises too. “I promise…”

“You promise a lot, Barnes. I hope you will be able to live up my expectations…” Chuckling Bucky rolls off you, smirking as you flip onto your stomach. “Steve…I think I am ready for another round with my sexy lover…”

“Damn, she calls you her lover, Stevie?” Blinking Bucky meets your eyes when Steve covers your body with his tall frame. Lips travel along your neck and you move your hand behind your head to fist Steve’s hair.

“Yeah…I am her lover, Buck…” Curses leave your lips feeling Steve slide into you. “I’ll go easy on you. We don’t want you to get sore…”

Laughing you grip the sheets as Steve starts to pump into you. “How do you call me?”

“Fuck…give me…” Biting your lower lip hard enough to hurt you push back onto Steve’s dick, making him bites your shoulder hard enough to leave another mark. “Just like that Steve…”

Falling hard once again you cry out, fisting the sheets as Steve fills you up. When you are too tired to move you rest your head onto Bucky’s chest while Steve tries to clean you up.

“We will get out of this, okay. All I can tell is they have more against us than we thought, Y/N. They have a video of the attack on you.” Bucky can see the fear as you look up at him. 

“What else do they know?” Fear makes your hand shake and for the first time, you believe you will end up in jail. “Bucky?”

“I am afraid they found out about Brock and Natasha. Both disappeared almost on the same day. They are not as dumb as I want to believe, doll. Someone used a large shovel to dig out all the dirt we tried to hide so badly.”

Steve’s words let a shiver run down your spine and you abruptly sit up, panting heavily.

“We will all go to jail, Bucky…I mean…” Looking at your husband you sniffle.

“How shall we get out of this? What can we do?” Smirking Bucky opens his nightstand to show you what Steve, Tony and he prepared over the last weeks.

“You think this will work out? We can’t just…” Trailing off you think of all people depending on you and your lovers. “What about Thor, Sam, and the others?”

“Thor and Sam are all in. They prepared everything along with Tony. He will be the most important part. That’s the reason Tony can’t be found any longer.” Steve explains, pointing toward the documents in your hands.

“What will happen to them?” Worried about your friends you open another file with shaking hands. 

“All will do their job, and if we do it right, no one will get hurt, Baby Girl. Trust me for once in your life. Go and meet up with Gamora, Y/N. Pretend she’s your friend and not a fucking fed bitch.” Bucky pecks your shoulders as Steve squeezes your thigh.

“We’ve got this. Make a list and we make sure everything is prepared…”

Ten hours and five minutes ago…

“Great you have a day off from business and your men.” Laughing Gamora offers you a beer. While you need all your strength to not choke on your fake smile she seems to have the time of her life. “How do you manage to be with two guys?”

“Sometimes you have to make a decision to…dunno…” Lying straight to her face you fake a few tears. “Stay alive. If you need protection, you’d do anything, you should know that feeling.”

Gamora smiles, fakes compassion but you can see the wheels in her head spinning. Close to letting her cover blow to get you on her side, she nods silently.

“You know, Y/N. There are people out helping women like you and me. I bet they would help you too if you would give them something in return.” Now you feel your stomach churn, but you fake to be interested.

“People helping me…huh?” Blinking a few times, you reluctantly nod. “I got nothing to offer, Gam. What shall I give someone for protection and to be free again? There’s nothing…” Your voice sounds broken and Gamora sees her time coming.

“I can help you if you give me anything to take Rogers and Barnes down, maybe even Stark. Is there something you remember? A date, business partner or people they pay to keep their mouths shut`” Gamora is full agent now and you want to laugh out loud, but you sniffle instead.

“I don’t know, Gam. Most of the time they only use me you know, for pleasure. When they are done I have to sign stuff as they want to keep my father's business running.” Your ‘friend’ nods, offering a warm embrace and you take a deep breath to let her hug you.

“Do you remember anything of those papers you signed?”

“I know there will be a delivery in a few hours, at the docks, but I don’t know what they ordered. All I know is that Bucky and Steve said they won’t come back tonight. That’s all…” Gamora smirks while she holds you tightly.

“Anything else? The specific dock…”

Blinking you look at her, pressing more fake tears out. “Dock 4, I think. Steve said it’s his lucky number. So, it must be 4. They will meet with Tony and another guy I do not know…”

“Did you hear his name?” Gamora is close to her goal so she tries to press more information out of you. “Y/N, think…”

“I think his name was…” Rubbing your forehead you close your eyes. “It was an odd name, pretty short. Shit…it was…oh…” Opening your eyes you smile. “Loki, that’s the name. I don’t know the surname, tho…”

“Loki…? Are you sure about that, Y/N? Can you confirm Loki Laufeyson will be at dock 4 tonight? Y/N, did you hear me?”

The thought of not just arresting Tony, Bucky, and Steve but also the most wanted and notorious mobster boss Loki Laufeyson let Gamora’s heart beat faster.

“I don’t know if his name is Laufeyson, but Steve said Loki will meet them. Is this name common, as I never heard it before? Maybe something Irish or so…” Shrugging you try to change the subject but Gamora keeps on asking questions.

“I will help you, Y/N. After tonight you will be free, promised…”

Now…

“That much to me being free after tonight…hug?” Laughing you shake your head as Gamora’s eyes dart the door and the blood dripping down your face. “I knew a fed would sell me to make it, Gam. No one ever did anything selfless to help me…”

“Y/N, I tried…okay. Fury said you are as guilty as your husband and Steve. I couldn’t do anything to make him see you are a victim too.” Gamora sounds honest but you can’t risk falling for a trap.

While you hear someone yell orders you try to distract Gamora. “I guess we both got used to making sure the men ruling our lives get what they want. What a pity, Gam. We could’ve left town hours ago…”

“You would’ve taken me with you…?”

“Could use a good friend but…” Shrugging you glance at the door. “I guess you never were my friend.” When the door bursts open and armed men storm into the room you can see the fear all over Gamora’s face.

“Y/N…it’s not too late…” She whispers as she looks in the barrel of a gun.

Four hours ago, …

“Did she buy it?” Smirking Bucky pecks your lips, slipping his tongue in to taste you. “I bet you played your role well…”

“I can fake an orgasm without sweating so…” Giggling you slap Bucky’s chest as he starts growling low in his throat. “When and with whom?”

“I was making a joke, Buck. Now back to business. Is everything prepared? Everyone ready, Baby?” Sliding your fingers through Bucky’s short hair you smile as he softly presses his lips to yours. 

“All done. I want you to go with Sam, he’s waiting outside. Let’s do this and after tonight, we are free…” While Bucky nods at Steve you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Steve, make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. You know my husband, he’s a red-blooded guy…” Steve pecks your lips, nodding against you. “I promise, I’ll have an eye on Buck’, now go with Sam. Thor will wait at the hideout…”

Twenty minutes later you walk toward the car to leave your house…forever…

Three hours and twenty minutes ago, …

“Get her! She lied and we ended up in a war with Laufeyson and at least twenty men! No sight of Barnes and Rogers. She lied!” Fury yells as the driver pushes the car to its limit to ram your car.

Before you know what’s happening the car is upside down and you call for Sam. 

“Sam, god…can you hear me? Please don’t be dead…” The door gets ripped open and two strong hands drag you out of the car. Using way too much force the agents makes you wince in pain.

“You are arrested for…” Fury tries but you scream for Sam, pointing toward the car.

“Shut up and help Sam! Aren’t you the good guys? Don’t you know how to do first aid? Let me do it if you are too stupid to do so…” One of the agents slaps your face, and you can feel a bruise form.

Fear makes your chest tighten, still, you spit the blood dripping from your lip into his face. “What a great man you are, hitting an injured woman as she begs you to save a friend. Move your lazy ass and help Sam!”

“Sir?” 

“Get him out and check on him. She will come with me and Gamora.” Before he turns to walk toward his car Fury fists the man’s jacket, glaring at him. “If you ever hit a perpetrator again you lose your job. I will report you. Now let my agent bring her to my car…”

“Yes, Sir. Director…” The agent hitting you stammers as you only have eyes for Sam. You can see he’s breathing, and moments later he yells at the agents. 

“Let the paramedics check on Wilson and bring him too. I want to interrogate him later…”

Now…

Gamora’s eyes meet Bucky’s angry blue ones as he glares at the agent. His gun aimed to her head he doesn’t flinch as more gunshots echo through the building.

“Steve, keep her under control, I’ll take care of my wife.” While Steve handcuffs Gamora to the table Bucky checks on your bleeding forehead and lip.

“Who did this to you, Baby Girl?” Pressing his scarf to your wound he gently cups your face. “Who?”

“My forehead, it was the accident. They rammed us in their car, and I got hurt. My lip, there was an agent, he hit me. I asked them, or rather yelled at them to help Sam.” Bucky is clenching his jaw but there is no time to punish the man hurting you.

“We should go, Buck. Time is running out on us. Storming into the building with guns took us too much time.” While Bucky takes your hand to lead you out of the building Gamora calls your name.

“Y/N, this is your last chance to be free…to live the life you want to.” She tries but you smile weakly.

“You fine agents hit me, refused to get a lawyer here and even let me bleed for hours. I’ll pass, Gam. This is what I want, this is the life I chose…”

Epilogue…

“Another one, doll?” Smirking Bucky watches you tan your skin while you sip at another cocktail. “Or do you want a better…cock…tail…”

Huffing Steve falls into the sand, lazily stretching his body. “She had me not half an hour ago in the warm water…”

“Punk, I told you to not draw any attention…” Laughing you turn around to toss your bikini top at your husband.

“We bought half the island, Buck. I think we can do dirty things in the water…” Getting up your straddle Bucky’s lap and he wraps his arms around you. “In the sand…everywhere…”

“I am for permanent vacations, guys. I don’t know about you, but I like the sun, the cocktails and all…” Steve exclaims as his eyes drift toward your ass.

Tony smirks as he walks toward you and your men, not missing to get a glimpse of your chest before Bucky presses you closer to his body.

“Stark, what are you doing on our side of the island?” Laughing Tony sits in the sand, groaning as he slowly gets cabin fever.

“I miss my empire…” Tony glances at Sam walking toward Steve to hand him a satellite phone.

“Boss, it’s Loki. He wants to know how long you will be on vacation. The feds are a bit crazy over there right now…”

“Well, my brother can handle this for sure,” Thor smirks as Jane drags him toward the water. “Tell me if we are going back anytime soon…”

“Guys?” Blinking you look at Bucky and Steve before all three of you shake your head.

“Sorry, Tony but we are out of business…well kinda. Loki is taking care of business and we are on permanent vacation, Stark.”

“Permanent…shit.” Falling into the sand Tony covers his eyes with his arm, groaning as he is bored to hell and back. “How about I’ll invent more stuff?”

“Go ahead, Ton’s we all need a better air conditioner. Invent one not striking in the middle of the night and you can come over to our side of the island any time…”

“Alright, young lady…”

“Now…let me enjoy another cocktail.”

“I must say, our new life ain’t that bad…” Bucky exclaims as his hands wander to your ass. 

“Not bad at all, Mr. Barnes. How about you and Mr. Rogers follow me inside?”

“We will follow you anywhere Y/N…”

The End...

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She scrambled to pack, not that she had many things; she had left most of them at her old apartment after Hawks... Everyone was waiting in the living room. She took a deep breath her hands shaking. She grabbed a shirt folding it hastily before shoving it into the bag she had borrowed. The door to the bedroom clicked softly. "Kira?" Izuku asks making his way across the room. "Hmm?" "Are you ok?" "Peachy." She snaps cringing as she realized how mean it sounded. Her nerves were on edge.

"Kira, talk to me please." She swung around gritting her teeth. "what would you like me to say." She growls she didn't care if she was harsh, she had shoved it down for too long and now it was rushing to the surface. So many emotions were flooding her senses and she didn't know what to do. Hawks would know what to do and what to say; she wasn't Hawks. "do you want me to say how terrified I am!" she cries walking towards him."Or would you like me to explain how badly we have managed to screw everything up!" The room was spinning her wings were pulled tightly against her back, the sharp feathers dug at her shirt. Everything about her screamed anger. "Kir-" "I'm not done." She snaps, her anger faded and the next strongest emotion took its place. Swells of tears filled her eyes as the guilt piled on. "It's my fault that Hawks is dead, It's my fault that you're in danger, It's my fault-" Izuku slammed his lips against hers cutting her off. His hands found a place on her face holding her still. "stop." His voice was firm but soft. "I hate when you say things like that." She clenched her eyes shut. Her wings drooped to the ground a soft thump sounding out. "None of this is your fault," He whispers leaning his head against hers. "why can't you come." She grasped his wrists softly she already knew the answer; he sighs rubbing small circles into my cheeks. "I wish I could princess." He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she pulled away. She swipes her hand over her eyes wiping tears away. "I need to finish packing." She mumbles shooting a look towards the half-packed bag. "I'll help." He let go of her face making his way to the closet, grabbing the last few shirts she had. Everyone was waiting in the living room, a tense feeling sat over them. Kira cursed herself thinking of how loud she had yelled earlier. All Might was the first to speak. "I'll go get the car started." He grabs her bag from her as he passed. Inko nods and followed along. The rest of the group filtered out leaving only Izuku and Kira. He turns to her. "I'll visit when I can ok?" he asks smiling at her. She nods blinking rapidly pushing tears back. She would never admit it but she had become dependent on him to keep her stable; It scared her to be without him. "Izuku," she starts watching his face "I-I'm gonna miss you." Her voice shook "I'll miss you to princess." He wrapped his large arms around her, "It's not forever." He pulled back kneeling in front of her. His hands found their place on the sides of her stomach. "don't go giving you momma a hard time ok?" He pressed a kiss against her stomach. She ran his hand through his hair. "Don't go getting all sappy on me Mr. Number 1." She laughed ignoring the tears running down her face. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close; his head rested on her stomach. All Might opened the door, standing there for a second taking in his prodigy. The scene almost brought the poor man to tears. He hated the look of fear on Izuku's face. In just a few weeks this woman became his whole world. He pulled himself to his feet. Digging in the pocket of his sweatpants. He pulls out a small box making Kira's heart jump. "I know this is sudden," he pauses opening the box "But when this is all over, marry me." The ring was simple, leaves wrapped around the simple band. She nodded. Watching the way, he acted the way he treated her, Hawks would be proud. "Of course, you dork." She laughed. He grabs the ring slipping it on her hand. "Promise me you won't die on me." "Wouldn't dream of it." She kissed him one last time desperate for any last contact with him. All Might smiled at the boy as Kira walked towards him. She couldn't look back if she did, she'd never been able to leave. All Might threw his arm over her shoulder. She was still shorter than him even when he was in his small might form.

"All Might-"

"Toshi, kid just call me Toshi."

"Thank you, Toshi." She smiles up at him tears still in her eyes.

"He'll be fine kid, you both will." Miruko was already in the car scrolling through her phone. Inko stood by the passenger side making her way to Izuku saying goodbye, then something settled.

"Wait!" she called Izuku's headshot towards her. "You can't stay alone; it's not safe." Her thoughts went back to Hawks. Izuku smiled.

"I got it under control." He hugged Inko still watching Kira "I'm going to go stay with Shoto and Momo they have an extra room I can crash in." Kira let out a breath nodding. She opened the door and squeezed inside. Cars have always been awkward for her and Hawks their wings didn't fit, and she much preferred to fly. But in this instance that was out of the question. She watched Izuku through the window standing with Aizawa and Nezu in front of the huge highrise. The car jerks forward, she rolls down the window.

"Don't you dare die on me." She yelled the emotion in her voice evident. Izuku stepped forward holding his hand out. She slams back against the seat of the car ignoring the ache in her wings. Miruko gives her a look. 

"what?" she asks her voice low. Staring a hole into the back of the headrest.

"Your whipped." She laughs looking back to her phone.

[gaitwae]

Beyond Words, Darling •||• 4

Summary: With what started as a dream, Mary Crawley realizes just in the nick of time that her new love is the last person she expected. (canon defiant season 5 afterwards)

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Lilies and rice. White filling his vision. Robert’s supportive and proud smile from the crowd. Mrs. Branson. New gold on Tom’s finger, clapping filling his ears. A sense of new joy, the sense that Sybil understood how happy that damned woman made him. 

She would spin in a gorgeous dress, dancing with George and Sybbie. Marigold in Edith’s lap. Tom, sitting as his chest swelled with pride, beaming at the beautiful mother playing with her children. His children. Cousins and siblings. Uncle, father. Stepfather. Husband. 

He would walk to embrace his bride…

Tom sat, clicking his nails against the wooden desk in the library’s office desk. It had been a week since Mary told him that she was considering accepting Lord Gillingham’s proposal, and Rose’s party was only hours away. He knew what Rose was planning.

He knew what she was up to. He couldn’t let her follow through, but he wanted Mary to be happy. Even if it meant some racecar-driving idiot who constantly reminded her of Matthew’s death. If it meant Mary was indescribably happy, he would push for it until he died. 

But Tony Gillingham… the damn bastard, so arrogant. Thinking he could just woo Mary with fancy words? It made his blood boil. Tom at least knew he had nothing but effort to offer Mary. He had no more than what he offered Sybil. 

Tom couldn’t grasp why the bloody hell he let Rose’s plan take place. He couldn’t understand why having him make Tony Gillingham jealous was productive! The thought of displaying his affections as false… well…

It made him anxious; angry. 

Not only that, but this game had been tossed around back and forth, deepening his feelings. He was bursting at the seams to ask her for some sort of resolution —

“Tom?” a lovely, worrying voice asked him, stopping the flow of his river of thoughts.

“Hm?” He snapped back into reality, locking eyes with Mary. They had been talking about something, although he couldn’t recall what it was. He was never paying attention to her words, anyway. Just the sound of her voice. “I’m sorry; I’m distracted over the party.”

Mary gave a small, short laugh. “I asked if you’d save me a dance; it’s quite alright.”

“Mary, I’ll always save you a dance.” He playfully winked at the woman, his lips tugging into a smile. The smile, though genuine, felt like a mask. It took him a moment to figure out why — America had seemed as far away as the stars.

He ducked his head, ashamed.

“Golly… am I that bad of a dancer?” Mary asked quietly. Tom must have looked disappointed. He was. He didn’t want to leave Downton, or England, or the Crawleys, or Mary. He didn’t want to leave his best friend. Possibly more than that. 

If he really was in love with her, he would have to leave. His heart squeezed tightly as he prepared to tell her.

“I’ve been thinking,” he mumbled. He took her hand, again, like at dinner days ago. Mary let herself be comfortable with the contact. He found his heart leapt at her tiny smile and happy eyes. He smiled back — he was compelled to. 

“What about? Can I help?”

“About… starting over.” Tom braced himself. 

Lady Mary’s eyebrows knit together, and her grip on his fingers became loose. “What? Tom, I don’t understand,” Mary told him, shaking her head. “Start over?”

“I want opportunity,” he explained. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat away. He bit his lip and stood to kneel next to the noble, stubborn woman he had grown to adore. “I want Sybbie to have a good life; one where she can be happy, darling.” He took her other hand, lacing their fingers.

“Can she not be happy here?” Mary asked. Her offense was apparent on her face, in her voice. She ripped her hand away from Tom’s immediately. Her eyes were shining, tinted red from tears. 

“Darling, no, I didn’t mean that — I didn’t ,” Tom frantically tried, taking her hand, again, kissing her knuckles. Neither of them should have ignored how he could call her darling , something so intimate. How they sat in a way they begging for the other, in a way where words couldn’t express how badly they wanted each other. How… how… 

“What did you mean?” Mary cried quietly, shaking her head. “You’re not making sense.”

“I just want a simple life for Sybbie,” he whispered. He wiped her eyes. “I want to take her to Am—”

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Robert said, arching a brow. “Is everything alright?”

Mary was the first to stand up. “Everything is fine.” She didn’t fake a smile. She didn’t use a nasty tone. She was vulnerable, but strong: she was Tom’s Mary. She wiped her nose gently and left the room with a brisk walk. The loud slam of the door was the only thing that really conveyed her anger.

“You’re going to explain why I walked in to see you holding my eldest daughter’s hands,” Robert said strongly, turning to face Tom once the door had been shut for a few seconds. “Right now.”

The first thought Tom had was Thank God he didn’t see I kissed them, too. He exhaled deeply. He didn’t realize he had been holding his breath until then. “I told her I was considering leaving Downton,” he began. “I was trying to get her to calm down.”

“Hm.” Robert stared at his feet, then back up at Tom. “Are you?”

Instantaneously, he wanted to say ‘No!’ Branson wanted to run away and tell Mary he was going to propose to her instead of bring up America — propose ? What the bloody hell ? — but he simply nodded. His trembling lip was the only thing giving him away.

“Then it’s a shame,” Robert sighed. He set a hand on Tom’s shoulder. “You’re like my son, Tom. And even though Sybil was your wife, I think you’re quite alright to love anyone you want.”

“That’s just it, Lord Grantham,” he said, barely audible. A tear slipped from his eye onto his cheek. “I can’t bear this feeling.”

“What feeling, exactly?” Robert asked more questions under that one, with even more questions on his face. 

“I can’t bear to think of leaving. But I can’t stand being the odd man out,” Tom said, forcing a smile. He felt like screaming, instead. He moved his hands to emphasize his desperation. “I also want Sybbie to find out who she is in a land of nothing but opportunity; I’ll miss Mary, but I need to at least see what America has.”

Robert smiled sadly. “Just Mary?”

Tom would have laughed along, but instead he closed his eyes and sucked his teeth as he silently cursed himself for slipping up. Robert turned Tom to face him. 

“I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized quite how much you had…” The second-oldest Crawley trailed off, digging his fingers into Tom’s shoulders in support.

“I’ve been trying to forget,” he said meekly. He felt small; he wanted a hug; he wanted to cry to someone. But he didn’t want to sob in front of his father-in-law. “I see her the way Sybil saw her: terrified of being picked apart and discarded, yet so, so beautiful. I see all the good qualities that she lets come through.” He took a shaky breath.

“You’re really in love with Mary, then?”

Tom sucked in a slow inhale. “I know it’s not right, but I know this feeling. If she doesn’t feel the same, I will have to leave… even for just a little while.” He tried to stand as still as possible.

“My boy, it may not be orthodox, but I haven’t seen anything so right since your spouses walked the earth!” Robert laughed joyfully. He pulled Tom into a tight embrace. “Cora will be so happy to hear that she was right —”

“I would prefer if you didn’t say anything until it’s on my terms,” Tom said quietly, slowly and carefully hugging back. “Please?”

“Yes! Yes, I won’t say a thing.”

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Mary didn’t know how long she was crying. She just sat in a small room she didn’t recognize because of the large wells of tears, stifling sobs. Tom? Leaving? He would leave her! George would miss his uncle and his cousin! Mary would miss Tom and her niece.

“Mary? Mary, are you alright?”

Mary jumped. She gripped her heart through her chest. Granny came into the room. “Oh… it’s just you. I’m sorry to burden you, but you have to help me.”

[bella-spil]

2 Romeos & 1 Juliet- Part 5

Part 5.  Fem reader.  Bucky takes reader on second date.

Warnings: implied smut, cursing, drug use.  (definitely a darker story, but I didn't make it too dark, so don’t worry.)

Word Count: 4.2k

Taglist: @angrythingstarlight​ @sea040561​ @kmuir1​ @wednesday-add-em​ (join the list, it’s small, but the more the merrier!)

A/N: sry @kmuir1​ that this took so long.  I Didn’t have time, the usual.  But enjoy!  Sry bout the photo, I thought it was part 4, but its 5. shit

(day of second date with Bucky Barnes)

You had woken up this morning, tired at first but full of energy when you realised what day it was.  You practically jumped out of bed.  Your excitement alone was your energy source as you took a shower, got dressed and headed to the kitchen for breakfast.

When you got to the kitchen, you found Loki making breakfast, surprisingly.  Steve, Tony and Thor were waiting patiently for the food.  Tony was arguing with the two of them for not knowing who AC/DC was.

“Are you fucking kidding me?  What is wrong with you people?  Y/N, please tell me you know who they are?” Tony pleaded.

“Mr. Stark, they have some of my favorite songs so of course I know them,” you said.

“See?  She knows,” Tony smirked.

“I am not of Earth, so of course I won't know this AC/DC person,” Thor said.

“Yeah Tony, and I was under ice for 70 years,” Steve argued back.  Tony just said there and placed his hand on his face, not even trying to hide the disappointment on his face.  You giggled as you prepared yourself a plate.

“Hello there, Y/N,” Loki greeted.

“Morning, since when do you make breakfast?” you asked.

“Since I feel like it,” Loki smirked.  He was making french toast and sunny-side-up eggs, and he was in a very cheerful mood.  You found this odd since Loki was never a morning person and he hated cooking.  And when you looked back to Thor, you could tell he was thinking the same thing.

As soon as Loki finished making the food, Bucky stumbled out of bed.  He was still a little tired, and his long hair was sticking out everywhere.  But as soon as he smelled the food, his dark mood lifted and he rushed to get food.  All of the boys were trying to get as much food as they could, shoving as much as they could on their plates.  But then, they remembered that you were up as well.

“Oh sorry Y/N,” Steve shrugged. “Here, take some of mine.  I know that Tony and Bucky won’t share.”  

“Thanks Steve,” you chuckled.

Steve and Tony were talking while they were eating about an upcoming mission while Thor and Bucky were having a competition to see who could eat the fastest.  Bucky, of course, won with ease, but Thor was pretty close behind.  You and Loki were giggling to yourselves as you watched them.  

“Hey, Reindeer, can I get some water?” Bucky asked, out of breath from eating so much in so little time.  Loki nodded and went over to the cabinet to get the glass.  When he gave Bucky the glass, he had a weird look on his face.  But he always did, he was the God of Mischief for Pete’s sake.  

About an hour later, Bucky was not in his best shape.  He was more tired than normal, he looked like he was going to throw up, and just a complete mess.

“Bucky are you ok?” you asked at lunchtime, where Bucky didn't even touch his plate.

“I’m, I'm fine doll,” Bucky said.

“Not your not, you're burning up!” 

“Doll, I’m fine.  I'm not canceling my date with you,”

“Barnes, go get some rest.  It's ok, you can pick a day when you're feeling better.” you assured him.  His eyes were full of embarrassment.  He felt bad that he had to feel his worse on his date with you.  But he listened to you and you led him to his room.

You helped him get into bed.  You tucked him in and pressed your lips to his forehead, giving him a well deserved kiss for comfort.  As your lips left his forehead he gave you a smile before he closed his eyes and rested.  You could tell he was going to be out for the rest of the day, so you went to your room to relax for the rest of the night.

~~~

At about 4:00 pm, you were rewatching Stranger Things when a knock on the door interrupted.

“Who is it?” you grunted.

“Bucky, open up!” Bucky said through the door.

You did as he said and opened the door for him.  You didn't expect him to look so refreshed.  He looked the complete opposite of himself from earlier.  His hair was groomed, he wasn’t in his pajamas, and he looked full of energy.

“Hey doll, I just wanted to let you know that I feel much better and we can go on your date now,” Bucky said.

“Wait are you sure?  You didn't look good this morning,” you said, concerned.

“I’m sure Y/N, now get ready.  We are leaving in two hours.” Bucky said.

“Hold it Buck,” you said, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt before he left you there.  “Where are we going?”

“If you want to know so badly, we are going to a 40's diner, so wear something vintage.” Bucky smiled before heading to his room to get ready. 

You smiled and headed into your room to look as vintage as possible.  You went through your closet for the closest thing you could find that looked like it was from the 40’s.  But then you remembered for Halloween one year that you were a swing dancer with Nat and Wanda and you found your old costume.  It was a white and black dress.  It had a black collar and it was off the shoulder.  When you spinned around in it, it moved with you, catching the wind and giving a vibrant and lively flare.  

You also were able to find a pair of low, black pumps that complimented the dress perfectly.  And to add a little kick, you put on a pair of ruby earrings that Tony gave to you for your birthday last year.  

Then, you moved on to your makeup.  You had to look up YouTube videos for what type of makeup women wore back then.  But your eyes were set on a look that looked simple yet elegant, perfect for tonight.  The makeup artist looked so natural that it took your breath away.  She had on light amounts of foundation, blush and highlighter.  The only things that stood out were the bright, red lips and the wing of black eyeliner.  You also knew that you didn't have any red lipstick, but you knew someone that did.  Natasha.  So you sent a text to her, asking her to give you the lipstick and help you with your hair and makeup.  A few minutes later she responded, saying she would help and be at your room in 10 minutes.

“Open up!  I have your stuff!” Nat shouted.  You chuckled to yourself before opening the door for her.  

“You ready, girl?” Nat said after giving you a hug.

“Yes ma’am,” you nodded.

“Bathroom now.  We gotta get you all dolled up,” Nat said.  

She led you into the bathroom where she had you sit on the edge of the bathtub while she prepared the makeup and hair tools.  You also gave her a photo for some help, to give her an idea of what you wanted.  She studied the photo for a minute before working her magic.

“Nat?” you asked as she was working on your eyeliner.

“What? Don't move or you'll mess me up,” she said, trying to focus.

“How do you know if you want to be with someone for the rest of your life?” you asked.

Nat took a deep breath, not sure of how to explain.

“Well, I only act like I know everything.  But I do know one thing.” Nat started.  

“If you are with someone, but you only like them just because everyone else does, or because you feel like you have to, it won’t work.  Nothing like that lasts forever.  But if someone that you like makes you feel nothing like that, you know that that person is special.

“That special someone should make you always feel happy, or at least try to make you feel happy when you're not.  You should feel important, special, confident, and happy whenever you are with them and whenever you think of them.  That person should love you for who you are and not force you to be something else.  If they do, that's not true love.” Nat explained as she finished taking your hair out of curlers.  

“Thanks, Nat,” you smiled.

“Anytime, hun,” Nat grinned.

“One last thing.  How can you tell that someone wants to be with you for the rest of your life?”

“Well, they will do anything for you.  Even if it means they die trying.  They will make you feel amazing and everything you want to feel with them.  But they will have a certain look in their eyes that explains it slightly better than I can.  Slightly.  But even if they dont show it 100% of the time, you should know deep in your heart that they love and care about you.”

“Now look in the mirror,” Nat said, applying the final touches.  As you saw yourself in the mirror, you gasped and covered your mouth with your hands.

“Don’t do that!  You'll ruin the lipstick!” Nat panicked, taking your hands off.  You giggled and checked every detail that changed.  Your hair was in a classic curled look.  The curls were unnatural looking, but they looked a lot more neater.  Your makeup was flawless and the whole look was something from a movie.  You looked like Marilyn Monroe, but a more modern version. 

“Wow.  Natasha, thank you! Thank you thank you!!” you squealed.

“Of course, hun.” Nat smiled.  “Now, go out there and finish the job.  Go show Barnes what he will get if he wins you over.”

“Thanks Nat,” you sighed as Nat smirked.  You opened the door and went downstairs but the doorway again with Nat behind you.  When you got there, Tony, Steve and Sam were eating dinner.

“Who is that?” Sam said, shocked at your sudden change in style.  He gave you a little cheer, which made you blush.

“Damn girl,” Tony said, giving you a whistle of approval.

“Wow Y/N.  You look like all the girls from the 40’s.  Just better.” Steve smiled.

“All the girls that swooned over you or the ones that rejected you?” Nat snickered.  Sam and Tony were laughing their asses off while Steve gave Nat a death glare.  She just smiled and winked at you.

“Wow,” Bucky said.  He was waiting by the doorway, like last time, but you didn't see him at first since Steve, Tony and Sam were distracting you.  He had on a white T-shirt and dress pants with black suspenders.  And of course, he had his signature dog tags on.  He also had a box of chocolates and a bouquet of white roses for you.  His hair was tied back into a man bun and he shaved his light stubble.  Overall, he looked very different than what you were used to seeing.  He looked neater, more put together, and very happy.  Also out of breath from seeing you.

“Hi Bucky,” you said as you walked over to him.

“You look like something from heaven, sugar,”

“Not too shabby yourself, Barnes.” you smiled back.  

“You’re such a dreamboat,” Bucky gushed, taking your hand and leading you to the car.

“So are you,” you blushed.  He smiled back at you and gave you a kiss on the cheek before opening the car door for you.  

While you were in the car, Bucky put on some old songs that he grew up with.  Most of them you didn't know, but they were all great songs.  He was singing along and smiling, making you laugh and join in with him.

Then a little bit later, you guys made it to the diner.  Bucky was being very polite, opening the door for you, and always saying “ladies first.”  You always found yourself blushing around the Winter Soldier, and it was kinda annoying because you did it so much.  As you made your way inside, a waitress led you to your table for the night.  

While walking to the table, you found yourself looking at every corner of the diner.  Tons of red, cushioned bar stools, the checkered tiles, an old jukebox with tons of records to choose from.  Everything about this place looked like a movie set.  It was so old yet full of life.  And tons of people filled the tables, all in a good mood.  You and Bucky made it to the table, smiling and looking at some old school menus.

“So doll, what will it be?” Bucky asked, clearly already knowing what he wanted. 

“Well I don't know, what do you think is good?” you asked.

“If I were you, I wouldn't leave here without a milkshake.  But, I would get the meatloaf.  Here, they make it so it doesn't taste like liver.” Bucky said.

“Liver?” you asked.  “Ok fine.  And I am definitely going to get a milkshake.”

Then a few minutes later, the waitress gave you both a glass of water and took your orders.  Her name was Nancy, and she was a very sweet old lady.  She had short, curly, gray hair, glasses and rosy cheeks.  She looked like Mrs. Claus.

“What is the weirdest thing you ate in the 40’s, because the liver sounds pretty bad,” you mocked.

“There’s one thing that will gross you out.  And it's worse than liver,” Bucky grinned.

“Oh lord,” you sighed.

“Jello,” Bucky said.

“Jello?” you asked.  “Seriously?”

“No, no.  It's not the jello you're thinking of.  It kinda is though but it's worse.” Bucky said.

“Why is it worse?”

“Because jello was eaten for every meal.”

“Every meal?  Even dinner?”

“Even dinner,” Bucky said.  “They even had chicken jello where they would put chicken and tons of vegetables inside.”

“Bucky stop, I'm gonna throw up on you,” you laughed.

“Don’t you do that,” Bucky teased.

Before you knew it, your dinner was served.  Bucky also got meatloaf like you, but it wasn’t only meatloaf.  There was a side of mashed potatoes and it came with a side of gravy to pour on top.  As soon as you put a piece in your mouth, you knew you wouldn't be able to stop.  It tasted too good to be true, like a Christmas dinner.  When you finished, you felt your dress getting tighter on your stomach and you knew it wouldn't be too long before one of the seams popped.

“Doll, do you wanna dance?” Bucky suddenly asked.

“What?”

“Do you wanna dance?”

“I don't dance, and I don't know how people in the 40’s danced.” you said.

“I’ll show you how,” Bucky smiled.

“I’d hate to step on your shoes,” you teased.

“Don’t worry if you do.  I might be a little outta sync as well.” Bucky said.

“Fine, just give me a minute.  I gotta go to the restroom.”  you said getting up from your seat.

Bucky smiled at you as you left.  He was just waiting for the moment when you said, “I love you Bucky.”  He just hoped that he could convince you before “That son of a bitch Loki” did, as Bucky would call him.  

As you were in the bathroom, Bucky looked around the room to make sure that nobody was looking at his table.  He wanted to be as discreet as possible.  Just like he was when he was the Winter Soldier.  His Winter Soldier skill set kicked in as he took one final swing of the room.  

Then he looked into his pocket and pulled out a tiny plastic bag.  It had something white and small inside, shaped like a pill.  Bucky has this pill to help him cope with his days as the Winter Soldier, but tonight this little pill had another use.  

Rohypnol, also known as roofies, forget-me-pill and R-2, and one of the top three Rape Drugs in the world.  This drug is like Xanax, but it is approved for medical use, making it easier to get.  Easier to use on others.  It makes people feel very sleepy, confused and they can often forget what happened when it kicks in 30 minutes later and stays like that for hours on end.  It also lowers your defenses, meaning you wouldn't be able to use your powers against him or attack him in any way until the drug wore off.  

When you put it in a drink, it's often colorless and it doesn't have a taste or smell, perfect for knocking out enemies without them knowing.  It can also make the person who took the drug feel weak and have trouble breathing, making it harder to move their body.

The perfect drug to claim you as his.  Once and for all.

When Bucky put the R-2 in your drink, he felt his old, evil, torn apart come back from the dead.  The Winter Soldier in him resurfaced for the time that you were gone, alive and well like the Devil.  His grin stretched further than the Grinch’s and the bubbles fizzing in the cup only fueled his desires even more.  As he was basking in his glory, the song “Feeling Good” by Michael Buble started playing in the background.  He felt like the ultimate super villain in that one moment.  Nothing, absolute nothing could top this moment for him.

When you came back from the bathroom, you felt more refreshed.  You came back to a happy Bucky, happier seeing you back in front of him than when you were gone.  

“Miss me?” you teased.

“Oh toots, you have no idea,” Bucky said.  

Then in the background, an old song, “Pennsylvania 6-5000” by Glenn Miller came on, a song you didn’t even know existed.  

“Wanna dance?  I’ll teach you, just come with me,” Bucky offered, standing in front of you, holding his hand out.

You took his hand as he led you to the middle of the diner.  He had to figure out the timing for the beat before he started dancing, but it all kicked back in once the time was right.  He started moving his feet forward and swinging his arms to the beat.

“C'mon doll, join me!” Bucky said and you tried your best to copy his movements.

“See this isn’t bad right?” Bucky teased.

“Yeah, yeah you made your point,” you rolled your eyes.  

Then the beat started to pick up, and more eyes from others made you tense up and Bucky, being able to sense it, distracted you.

“Don’t worry ‘bout them, doll.  In no time, they will be joining in with us.” Bucky assured you.  

You nodded and kept dancing with him.  But Bucky made his dance more complicated.  He started doing the Charleston.  And he was a fucking pro at it too.  You tried to copy him, but he was going too fast and it made everything seem harder than it was.

“Look at me, and watch my movements ok?  Look, one, two, three, four and you repeat.  Got it?”  Bucky explained as he was moving his arms and legs in slow motion for you to pick up on.  

You had to make him do it a few times before you got the hang of it.  Soon you were adding your own little bits of flare to it, even outshining Bucky.  You realized that the Charleston was a fairly easy dance to learn, compared to the Can-Can at least.

Soon, people in the booths started cheering for you and Bucky, and they all eventually started to join in.  It felt like a high school party, tons of sweaty bodies clashing into each other, people dancing and smiling, overall, people just having a wonderful time.  You moved your legs and arms with such grace and elegance that you made Bucky look like a chicken on a tightrope compared to you.  Some men tried to get a dance with you, even trying to flirt with you at some points, but they backed off once they saw the metal arm that Bucky was so graciously sporting.

Bucky spun you around like a top and you and him were laughing so much.  You felt so alive and free with him.  You were wondering if that was the feeling Nat was telling you about earlier.  That feeling of warmth, being special.  And you did see something shining in his eyes that was different.  But you weren’t sure if it was love since you’ve never seen that before.  

Then, to everyone’s disappointment, the song ended.  You and Bucky sighed in annoyance, like all of the others, but it was quickly taken over by panting.  You and Bucky were out of breath, you especially since you outshined Bucky.  

“C'mon doll, let's get a drink,” Bucky said as you headed back to your table.                        

“Agreed.  By the way, what was the name of the song?” you asked since you’ve never heard of it before.

“And you call me dumb,” Bucky sighed and you hit him in the arm.  “It’s called Pennsylvania 6-5000 by Glenn Miller.”

“Well if I didn't know the song, I guess that makes you a fuddy-duddy then,” you mocked, after you took a big, long sip of your water.

“Let’s get milkshakes for the ride home,” Bucky offered, and you happily agreed.

You and Bucky left the diner, milkshakes in hand, laughing about how you outdanced him.  You had gotten vanilla and he got strawberry, and you were both trying each others.  You were laughing, but also tired from dancing, and so was Bucky.  So the car ride wasn’t as talkative as the ride there, but the silence was comforting in a way.

As you were looking out the window, Bucky was gauging the amount of time it would take to get to the Compound.  Normally, it takes about 15 minutes to get there, but the traffic earlier made it take 30 minutes.  So he had to figure out a way for the Rohypnol to kick in without making himself look suspicious.  Luckily, the car was running out of gas, the perfect excuse to stop the car for a good amount of time and stall.

You didn’t really notice what was happening, since you were so tired.  You did see Bucky filling up the gas tank, smiling at you, making sure you were ok every now and then.  But the gas station passed as quickly as it came, and soon you were on your way home again.

Bucky was glad his stalling had pulled off.  It bought some time, and you only had 10 minutes left till you got back home and till the rest of the night carried on.

Before you knew it, you were already home.  Bucky had gotten out of the car and walked around to your side, to be a gentleman and open the door for you.  But you were extremely tired now, and you had no clue why.  Your body felt like it was running on 5% power.  You could barely function, but you could still see, hear and move.  Just not up to normal.

“Here doll,”  Bucky offered.  “Lean on my arm and I’ll walk you back inside, ok?”

“Mmk,” you slurred.  

Bucky took his time on purpose, making sure you were walking ok and being polite.  You took a few minutes before you made it inside.  You were walking down the hallway, but not to your room.

“Bucky… where we goin?” you mumbled.

“Somewhere you’ve been before,” Bucky said calmly.  

Before he led you to it, he looked around the hallway one last time, just to make sure the others weren’t awake, but they weren’t so Bucky proceeded.  He ended up taking you to his room, and you were lost as to why.

“Why are we… we here?” you asked. 

“Let’s help you out of this dress,” Bucky said, completely ignoring you.  

You didn’t care at that moment, so you just let him undress you.  Under your dress, you had on a matching set of dark red and black lace bra and panties.  Bucky just took a step back before you fell back onto the bed.  You were lazily playing with your hair, making you look 20 times more attractive.  

“Doll, you gotta stop doing that?” Bucky groaned.

“Why?” you moaned, not on purpose though.

“Because I don’t think I will last,” Bucky said.  

He slowly took off his shirt and suspenders, revealing a god-like body.  His metal arm was reflecting the little light the room had to offer.  His abs and biceps were flexing, showing off his muscular torso and his veins were popping through his skin.  He moved down his body to his pants, letting them fall to his feet.  He was only wearing his black boxers now.  And he took his hair out of his man bun, letting the strands of dark brown hair fall.

You weren’t really paying attention to him though.  You didn't even notice him stalking you closer and closer until he was right on top of you.  

“Bucky what are you doing?” you asked, tiredly.

“Oh sugar, I didn’t give you that name for nothing.  Let’s hope it lives up to it.” Bucky said as he hovered over you.

“Bucky,” you said, trying to push him off of you.

“If you keep doing that, we are going to have a long night, doll.”

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Kitty Cat & Tweety Bird (Part 3) - Jason Todd

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Word Count: 5.2K

Paring: Jason Todd (Titans) x (f)Reader

Summary: Lynx and Robin argue about why Lynx helped The Gotham City Sirens Escape. Jason meets Y/N’s mother, Selina Kyle, and her aunties.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This is a little series I am doing about Jason Todd in Titans. I don’t know Comic!Jason very well so I’m taking all of this from the show, and at the moment he hasn’t been in very often, so please forgive any mischaracterizations.

A/N: A special thank you to @marveling-avengers for the recommendation of ‘How Can We Be Lovers’ by Michael Bolton for the karaoke song for Jason Todd.

Tagging: @bella-0104-123 @ninergirl1d @httpfandxms @rosybrock @attackonnat @reclusive-chicken-nugget   @demoiselle-en-detresse00 @young-psychos @thesleepykaijuu @thescottpack @nightlygiggles @rougestorms @sinon36 

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“Right,” Robin huffed, “we need to talk!”

Y/N stood up from the ledge she was sitting on and turned to face Jason. They were standing in an abandoned construction building, no one but them around, and both of them were pissed. Robin about Lynx letting the Sirens escape and Y/N that Robin wanted to talk about this. She didn’t want to be scolded by Jason as Robin for helping Catwoman and the others, it was a complicated matter and she knew that he wouldn’t understand.

“What about?” Y/N said bluntly.

“You know what,” Robin pressed his lips into a thin line and poked Y/N in the chest. She rose her eyebrows and looked at his hand which just poked her. Before he could even pull his hand away from her, Y/N grabbed a hold of it and flipped Robin over, causing him to land flat and hard on the ground with a groan.

“Leave it alone, Robin,” Y/N warned him, going to leave. “This is a tree you shouldn’t bark up.”

“Why? Just tell me why?” He said. Y/N, who was at the ledge and ready to shoot her claw, stopped and sighed with her back still to Robin. What could she tell him?

“It’s complicated,” she said, refusing to turn around, “you wouldn’t understand.”

“Lynx…” Robin sighed. Y/N cracked and turned around. Robin was getting up from his knees onto his feet, brushing the dust and dirt from him and twisting from side to side to loosen his sore back. He stared at her, desperate for answers.

“Robin, please, don’t make me explain this,” Y/N pled, “its personal.”

“Lynx, we’re both in a dangerous life,” Robin walked up to her and gently pushed her hand which held her claw down so she was more inclined to stay and then took her other hand in his hand, “but it’s made even more dangerous when we make deals with people like Catwoman, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. What did they offer you to help them?”

“It’s not an alliance, it’s not a deal,” Y/N assured him, “they offered nothing and didn’t know I was going to be there and helping them. I helped them by my own choice, Robin.”

“But why?” Robin asked, trying to meet Y/N’s eye, but Y/N kept avoiding his gaze, unable to take the disappointment in his eyes. Y/N had broken the unspoken code and helped the enemy. Yes, Y/N had a good reason, but it was a reason no one else could know. Selina had many enemies, and if anyone, absolutely anyone, figured out Y/N, AKA Lynx, was her daughter, then that was adding even more danger into an already dangerous lifestyle.

“I’m not doing this, Robin,” Y/N sighed, “I made this choice for reasons of my own, and you don’t need to know them. You’re not going to know them, because it’s my fucking life. Got it? If you don’t like that then that’s your problem, not mine.”

“I just want to know if you’re still on our side,” Robin asked, “are you still on our side?”

“Of course I am,” Y/N huffed, “but, Robin, the world isn’t so black and white as to be solely good or bad, you of all people know that. Don’t think I don’t know about the cops you’ve beaten up – that one in Detroit? I know he’s in extensive physical therapy after what you did to him. Two types of cops, right? Useless or dirty?” Y/N leaned in close to his face, “don’t judge me for helping the Sirens, you’ve got no leg to stand on here. You’re just as morally grey as me.” Y/N pulled back and sighed, throwing a glance over her shoulder at the skyline, “see you about, Robin, if you can stand talking to a traitor like me.”

“Lynx, that’s not what I meant,” Robin called out as Y/N leapt from the structure and shot her claw to the adjacent building, pulling herself onto its roof and disappearing without looking back.

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“Lynx, come on, talk,” Robin said following her after tracking her down.

Y/N was getting tired of this. She didn’t want to talk about what happened at the vaults and she sure as hell didn’t want to have Robin criticize her for something he didn’t understand and she couldn’t explain. Hell no, she had better things to do with her time.

“I’m done talking, Robin,” Y/N said as she strutted on, “you don’t understand.”

“So you’ve said, but why won’t you explain it?”

“Because it’s personal,” she snapped spinning around to face him, “look, Robin, you’re a good guy, but you don’t know my outside of Lynx, so stop acting like you do – I appreciate where this is coming from, I do, but me sharing who I am away from Lynx could be putting you, myself and those I care about in danger, so back off!” Y/N stormed off, but Robin remained hot on her tail.

“We’re going to talk about this,” Robin insisted, “please, Kitty Cat, talk to me.”

“Robin,” Y/N sighed and turned to Robin, “I don’t know what to tell you…”

“Lynx, I care about you,” Robin explained, “you mean a lot to me, and I don’t want something bad to happen to you. I’m sorry for pushing – you don’t wanna talk about this, and I should respect and trust you.”

“I know you care about me,” Y/N nodded, folding her arms. “I’m sorry,” she said, “for being aggressive about all this, and bringing in those cops, and for generally being a bitch.”

“Hey, I was bothering you,” Robin chuckled a little, “you were allowed to be a bitch.”

“Normally you’re supposed to say ‘you weren’t being a bitch’,” Y/N teased.

“I’m an honest guy, Kitty Cat,” Robin grinned, causing Y/N to laugh along with him.

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Jason was practically vibrating with nerves when he knocked on the door of Y/N’s home. It was in a nice building, Y/N was right about her mother working hard because just looking around him in the hallway Jason realized that this must have high rent. Good for Selina, he thought, being able to achieve all this. The door opened and a woman was standing there. She was tall and slender with wild curly hair. There was a wildness to her eyes, a glimmer in them which served as a warning to people not to mess with her – she was a fighter, don’t forget it. The nonchalant, aloof look on her face made Jason nervous – this woman looked so effortlessly cool. The woman narrowed her eyes onto Jason and looked him up and down with a composed curiosity.

“Can I help you?” The woman asked in a voice which was cool and soothing to the ear.

“Erm…” Jason blinked in shock at the woman, “I’m looking for Y/N Kyle, this is the right address right?” Jason asked, looking around for any trace that this was the right address, wondering if he had misread it. Y/N had texted him her address when they were paired up for their project, but they had always met at the library, a café or at Wayne Manor, there was no need for him to ever appear at her home, but Jason badly wanted to talk to Y/N.

“Yes, this is it,” The woman nodded and stepped aside, letting Jason in, closing the door behind them, still closely watching Jason as she moved around. There was a large glass of wine on the table with a box of gourmet chocolates next to them. Clearly, the woman had been relaxing before Jason had appeared as there was a fluffy blanket and a movie on the screen – some old movie that Jason didn’t know.

“Where is she?” Jason asked, turning to the woman.

“In the shower at the moment,” the woman said, “take a seat, she’ll be a minute. Would you like a drink?” She asked.

“I’m good, thanks,” Jason coughed.

“Okay,” the woman shrugged before flopping back onto the sofa with a sigh, grabbing a chocolate and popping it into her mouth, “Charbonnel et Walker Pink Marc De Champagne Chocolate Truffles,” she told Jason, “ab-so-lute-ly to die for.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason said, “who are you?”

“Oh,” The woman blinked, realizing that she hadn’t introduced herself, “I’m sorry, how rude of me! I’m Selina Kyle,” She offered her perfectly manicured hand out to be shaken, “Y/N’s mother, and you are?”

“Jason,” he said, taking her hand, “Jason Todd – the lab partner.”

“Oh yes,” Selina pulled her hand back and lifted a finger in thought, “the lab partner! Y/N has told me about you.”

“All good I hope,” Jason chuckled awkwardly under Selina’s scrutiny. It was clear to Jason that Selina was sizing him up, seeing if he was appropriate for her daughter, and it was uncomfortable because when Jason looked around at the incredibly expensive surroundings Selina had, Jason felt out of place with his old yellow hoodie which dirty and in good need of a wash. There was no way in hell that anyone would look at Y/N Kyle, the daughter of a successful, intelligent and beautiful single mother, and think that Jason Todd, a Wayne charity-case with impulse control issues, and think they belonged together and Jason wouldn’t blame Selina for thinking the same thing.

“Yes, yes,” Selina chuckled lowly at Jason shifting under her gaze, “you’re a very nice young man, from what I’ve heard,” she assured him “It’s nice to finally be able to put a face to the name.”

“Likewise, Mrs Kyle,” Jason nodded.

“Miss,” Selina corrected, “I never married.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“No need to apologise,” Selina said, “common mistake that many make – it made for a lot of tense parent-teacher conferences when Y/N was a child.” Selina then paused, “you’re living with Bruce Wayne, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, he’s… supporting me, I guess,” Jason scratched the back of his head, “helping me get an education and a better life.”

“Good,” Selina nodded, “you’re a smart young man from what I have been told.”

Before they could continue Y/N walked into the room in her pyjamas, drying her hair with a towel. She wasn’t looking at the scene before her but at the ground as she moved the towel around her head.

“Hey, Mum,” Y/N said, “have you seen my purple bra?”

“Y/N, baby,” Selina coughed, “you have a visitor,” she gestured to Jason.

Y/N looked up and met Jason’s gaze, lowering the towel as she did. She was stunned silent.

“Jason?”

“Hey…” he lifted a hand awkwardly.

“I shall leave you two alone,” Selina gracefully got to her feet, grabbed her chocolates and wine, and glided from the room, “behave,” she called over her shoulder as she left. They waited until they heard her bedroom door close.

“What brings you by?” Y/N asked as she sat down, tucking her legs underneath herself.

“I wanted to talk…” Jason coughed, “erm… look… we’ve both admitted we like each other, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Well… I was thinking that, maybe, if you wanted to, we could go out… like on a date.” Jason was not a nervous person, but Y/N made him nervous. She was beyond incredible, so smart and talented and beautiful and strong, he could go on and on and on about all that he loved about Y/N Kyle.

“I’d love to,” Y/N said with a grin breaking out on her face. Jason sighed in relief, he hadn’t realised how scared he truly was of the idea of Y/N laughing in his face at the very thought of dating him. “Saturday?” She suggested.

“I’ll come by at 7?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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“I don’t approve of this,” Selina sighed to Harley and Ivy as Y/N was in her room getting ready for her date with Jason Todd.

“Why not?” Harley drawled as she shrugged and leaned against the counter, “The fella makes her happy and it’s not like she’s gonna go up and tell him ‘hey my ma’s a jewel thief’ on the first date.”

“I don’t think this is anything to do with you,” Ivy told Selina, “Y/N is practically an adult now and is fully capable of making her own choices – I don’t know why you’re against her and this Jason Todd boy going out together.”

“Because… I don’t think this can end well,” Selina sighed.

“You won’t know unless you let her try,” Harley said in a sing-song voice, “The last time I saw her this excited it was because I gave her them knock-out darts.”

“I still can’t believe you gave my thirteen-year-old daughter knock-out darts,” Selina critiqued as she poured them their wines out. It was their girl’s night. Selina had gotten them all together for the night as Y/N was going out on her date and Selina needed distracting from the fact her little girl was practically a woman now. There was a fancy cheese platter Selina had prepared and many bottles of wine to work through. Ivy and Harley gave sympathetic looks to Selina, who was nursing her glass close to her, as they knew how protective she was over her daughter. It wasn’t an easy task to raise a daughter all on your own, especially in Gotham City of all places, but Selina did a good job, the couple couldn’t fault Selina’s parenting if they tried; Y/N was an intelligent, strong, charming young woman. That didn’t mean letting Y/N go as she grew up was an easy task – could any parent really let their baby go easy?

“She was asking for them!” Harley defended herself.

“So where is this Jason lad taking her?” Ivy asked.

“I don’t know,” Selina muttered, “want’s to surprise Y/N with it all.”

“That’s sweet!”

“How do I know he hasn’t booked them a hotel room? How do I know it won’t be a seedy bar in the bad part of town? How do I know they’ll both be safe?”

“Okay,” Ivy sighed, “first, they’re not randy teenagers sneaking around after prom, so the hotel is out. Second, it’s Gotham, all parts of town are bad. Third, you’ve taught Y/N everything about fighting for herself, she could take out three men twice her size at once when she was seventeen.”

“Y/N is still my baby.”

“She always will be, Selina,” Ivy said, “This boy doesn’t change that.”

Y/N walked out into the kitchen and smiled at her mother and aunties. Giving a twirl, she showed them her outfit for the night; black skinny jeans and a deep purple loose-fitting knitted jumper. She didn’t want to overdress because she knew Jason and she knew that there was no way he would take her to a fancy restaurant – it wasn’t the scene for either of them, and she hoped that he knew that – but the jumper she was wearing was still quite fancy, made from 100% Merino Wool and needed to be delicately hand washed. Y/N only wore that specific jumper on special occasions.

“How’d I look?” Y/N asked nervously. Selina stared at her daughter, lowering her wine glass and smiling softly; Y/N looked grown up with a dark lipstick staining her lips and her designer sweater and expensive boots, and Selina was taken aback by the maturity her daughter had suddenly gained before her.

“Beautiful,” Selina said softly, “Jason will be a fool not to fall in love with you.”

“Thanks, mum,” Y/N beamed as she grabbed a cracker from the cheese board and bit into it.

“So…” Ivy grinned and leaned towards Y/N, “when's your man coming to get you?”

“Okay, Jason isn’t ‘my man’,” Y/N chuckled, “and he’s picking me up any minute now.”

“Do we get to meet this young man?” Harley asked with a small playful smile on her lips as she grabbed her wine glass, “Make sure he’ll treat our little Y/N right?”

“No chance,” Y/N said, “I like this guy and my criminal aunties and mum are not going to scare this one-off, like Peter, my prom date.”

“Peter was all wrong for you,” Ivy defended, “It was better we found out then than later.”

“Jason’s a good guy and I know he’ll treat me well, better than well, he’ll treat me amazingly,” Y/N assured her aunties and her mother.

There was a knock on the door and Y/N ran to get it. She opened it to be greeted by Jason, smiling and shoving his hands in his pockets. Jason was wearing a black leather jacket with white and red patches, which he tugged on a little as Y/N looked at him, making sure he looked presentable. They locked eyes and grinned wildly with joy at the mere sight of the other.

“Hey,” Jason said.

“Hi, shall we go?” Y/N said, grabbing her jacket from the hook.

“What?” Jason teased, “Don’t I get to assure your mother I’ll be a perfect gentleman?”

“My aunts are round, so mum is busy.”

“Gee,” Jason said, watching Y/N’s panicked expression and feeling a little hurt, “don’t you want me to meet your family?”

“Jason,” Y/N paused in her movements, “my mum is protective as hell and so are my aunts – trust me, you don’t want to meet them the eve of our first date. I think my mum has a lie detector somewhere and Auntie Ivy probably has truth serum in her bag.”

“God, exaggerate much?” Jason chuckled, “They can’t be that bad.”

“Why hello there,” drawled a voice. Y/N turned around to see Harley standing there with a large grin painted on her lips, “you must be the fella taking my niece out, come on in, I and my partner would love to meet you properly before you sweep our Y/N away for the night.”

“Thank you, mam’,” Jason said walking in and closing the door. The pair followed Harley into the kitchen where Jason stopped and stared at Harley and Ivy closely before turning to Y/N, “Are your aunts Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy?” Jason asked her in a dead serious voice. Of course Ivy and Harley couldn’t dress more toned down.

“NO!” Y/N said quickly, “no,” she repeated quieter, thinking fast, “they work at that diner down the road – you know the one? Where the waitresses dress like heroes and villains?”

“Oh yeah,” Jason nodded, “They do a good burger there!”

Harley and Ivy looked at each other with raised eyebrows before looking at Y/N, who stood behind Jason and gave them a silent pleading stare. Please don’t ruin this for me, she silently said, please for the love of God don’t do this. The couple sighed and nodded, but that didn’t mean Harley couldn’t have her fun.

“Yeah, we work at that diner,” Harley said, a wicked grin on her face, “say sugar,” Harley turned to Jason and poked his chest playfully. Jason looked like a deer in headlights as Harley stalked around him, sizing him up, looking at him like she would eat him all up any second. He obviously thought Y/N was exaggerating when she said they were protective of her, but now he saw she was right. The way the woman circling him was walking, all angles, and glaring at him with harsh eyes told Jason that the women, including Y/N, could all rip him to shreds in minutes separately, and he didn’t even dare to think about what all four of them could do to him. “You should bring Y/N/N in there sometime, it'd be nice. Tell you what, I'll give you the times I'm working so I can say hi. Wouldn't that be nice?” Harley popped her hip and rested her hand on it, looking around. Ivy bit back a small smile.

“Oh god…” Y/N mumbled, pressing her fingers against her temple.

“What?” Harley blinked.

“Let the lovebirds leave, darling,” Ivy placed her hand on Harley’s shoulder, “we don’t want to take up any more of their time – you can embarrass Y/N later on.”

“I was just having a little fun, Hun,” Harley pouted as she sat down. Selina, holding her wine glass, rolled her eyes and sighed.

“I’ll have your daughter back at a reasonable time, Ms Kyle,” Jason promised.

“You better, doll,” Harley poked Jason again as Y/N pushed Jason towards the door, turning to her mother and aunties as she did.

“Thanks guys, you really set the mood for the night,” she huffed at them.

“It’s what we do, kitten,” Selina toasted her glass as she watched her daughter and date leave.

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“Oh my god, your face” Y/N said between laughing, “when you thought that Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy were my aunties was incredible!”

“Alright, alright,” Jason chuckled a little, “but you can’t blame me, it’s uncanny, but they are super pale too, are they alright?”

“It’s Gotham, when was the last time we had a ray of sunshine!” Y/N said, “it’s why we don’t have anything solar powered here.”

“Good point,” Jason said, “But I did think they were Harley and Ivy.”

“Yeah, and while we’re at it Batman’s my father,” Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. “So where are going tonight?”

“You like karaoke?” Jason asked as he opened the door to the building. Y/N stepped out and was greeted by a motorcycle, black and sleek with bright LED lights. Jason grabbed the two helmets he had and placed one on Y/N’s head, tightening the chin strap and tapping the helmet when secure before putting his own on and winking at her. “Gotta bring you back in one piece so your terrifying Aunties and protective mother don’t castrate me.”

Jason climbed on the bike and gestured for Y/N to climb on behind him and grab his waist, which Y/N did. She wrapped her arms around his middle and pulled herself close to him, so close that she could smell his aftershave, which was a mirage of sandalwood, citrus and amber. It was nice, it was comforting. She smiled as she breathed in the scent.

“If I didn’t know any better, Jason Todd,” Y/N smiled, “I’d say you brought this bike so I would have to hold on to you.”

“Like I would do that,” Jason said looking over his shoulder with a sly grin.

“Yes, you would.”

“Better hold on tight,” Jason said as he started the bike, “I like to go fast.”

“Me too,” Y/N grinned as Jason took off.

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The bar that Jason took Y/N to was small and intimate with few people in and a stage with a karaoke machine on. Jason held the door open for Y/N to walk in and then followed after her. The man behind the bar smiled at Jason and called out to him.

“Little Jacey, you alright, boy?” The man said.

“I’m good, thanks, Martin, you?”

“Ahh, the same as usual,” Martin shrugged, “And who’s the lovely lady with you?”

“Y/N Kyle,” Y/N said.

“Take a seat,” Martin gestured to a small table away from everyone else for privacy, “you won’t get bothered there. I’ll bring you both some drinks in a minute.”

“Thanks, Martin,” Jason nodded and guided Y/N to the table where they sat down.

“You know him?” Y/N commented as they sat down and she looked around at her surroundings.

“My Uncle Ray used to come here a lot,” Jason said, “Martin used to help me with my homework.”

“As far as I’m concerned you’re old enough to handle a little tipple of booze,” Martin brought two glasses of whisky over and put them down with a wink.

“Thanks, Martin,” Jason grinned.

“Call me if you need anything,” Martin said before returning to the bar.

“He seems nice,” Y/N said.

“He is,” Jason nodded.

“I never pegged you for the karaoke type,” Y/N took a sip of her drink.

“Hey,” Jason grinned, “first of all, there is nothing wrong with liking a little sing-song. Second of all, I’ve got a killer voice. Third of all, don’t make assumptions about people, Y/N/N. When you assume you make an ass of you and me!”

Y/N started laughing as he parodied the words she once said to him about her liking ‘To All the Boy’s I’ve Loved Before’ with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Alright, alright,” Y/N nodded, “I was wrong. So, you going to go up there tonight?” She pointed to the stage. “Show me what a killer voice you’ve got?”

“Maybe,” Jason shrugged. “What’d do I get for it?”

“Knowing you’ve impressed me so much that I might let you cop-a-feel? Maybe a kiss?”

“Are you flirting with me, Miss Kyle?” Jason teased, leaning forward.

“Maybe,” Y/N shrugged.

“Sure, I’ll sing a song,” Jason said getting to his feet and walking over to the stage.  He hopped on with ease and tapped at the screen of the machine, selecting his song before looking back at Y/N, grabbing the microphone and winking at her. There was a familiar tune coming over the sound system, a tune which Y/N knew all too well because, as much as her mother would like to deny it, Y/N grew up hearing a lot more Michael Bolton than most her age.

“Oh my god,” Y/N laughed gleefully as Jason started bopping along to the beat

“How can we be lovers if we can't be friends? How can we start over when the fighting never ends? Baby, how can we make love if we can't make amends? How can we be lovers if we can't be, can't be friends?” Jason began, clasping at his chest and bouncing one leg, “Look at us now, look at us, baby still tryin' to work it out never get it right we must be fools, we must be crazy,” Jason shut his eyes tight and started moving his head to the beat “Whoa, Whoa, when there's no communication. Whoa, whoa, it's a no-win situation. How can we be lovers if we can't be friends? How can we start over when the fighting never ends? Baby, how can we make love if we can't make amends? Tell me how can we be lovers if can't be friends?”

Y/N got to her feet and walked closer, stopping by the bar where Martin stood cleaning glass and chuckling to himself with the shake of his head, causing Y/N to turn and look at the man in confusion. Jason wasn’t so much as singing as yelling into the microphone in tune to the music, but it worked.

“He must really like you,” Martin said.

“Why?”

“I don’t know many young men willing to sing Michael Bolton at the top of their lungs.”

Y/N smiled and blushed as she turned back to face Jason, who had opened his eyes again and was looking directly at Y/N with a playful little grin on his lips.

“We lie awake, this wall between us,” Jason continued, “We're just not talkin', we got so much to say, let's break these chains, our love can free us. Whoa, whoa, ain't it time we started trying, whoa, whoa, gotta stop this love from dying.” Jason started dancing around on stage, causing Y/N to laugh. He was so clearly trying to impress her and make her laugh, and it was working, “How can we be lovers if we can't be friends? How can we start over when the fighting never ends?”

Jason then jumped off the stage and got on top of the bar. Both Y/N and Jason were completely obvious to the other patrons in the bar. Y/N had started clapping to the beat. When on top of the bar, Jason bent down at an angle so he and Y/N were almost face to face and continued to sing.

“Baby, how can we make love if we can't make amends? Tell me how can we be lovers if can't be friends? Baby, love is tough but we can make it. Baby, times are rough but we can make it, we can work it out” He sang, causing Y/N to grin widely as she started to move along to the tune. Jason offered Y/N his hand to climb on top of the bar, which she took, pulling herself up quickly. Jason put the microphone between them as they both started to yell into the microphone the end of the song, “How can we be lovers if we can't be friends? How can we start over if the fighting never ends? Baby, how can we make love if we can't make amends? Tell me how can we be lovers if can't be, can't be friends? How can we be lovers if we can't be friends? How can we start over if the fighting never ends? Baby, how can we make love if we can't make amends? Tell me how can we be lovers if can't be, can't be friends?”

They were jumping up and down on the bar, Y/N shaking her hair as she did and Jason holding onto the wire of the microphone. They stared each other in the eye and grinned as they yelled the song at the top of their lungs. It was only the two of them to themselves, and it was freeing. As the song faded out they started to slow down and when it finally stopped, both were gasping for air and laughing as Martin whipped their ankles with a cloth.

“Get off the bar, lovebird,” Martin scolded playfully, “These people didn’t come here to hear two tone-deaf morons yell Michael Bolton.”

“Sorry Martin,” Jason said jumping off the bar and offering Y/N a hand. When Y/N was off Jason put the microphone back and waved to the small audience who gave him, and Y/N, an odd clap here and there, clearly finding the two young courters an entertaining sight. Jason walked back to Y/N and took her by the hand leading her back to the door, “let’s get outta here?”

“Yes,” Y/N nodded.

“Bye Martin.”

“Bye Jason.”

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Y/N and Jason strolled hand in hand over the bridge above the highway, talking about nothing, occasionally looking at each other and smiling shyly. They were like thirteen-year-olds again, shy and in love and enjoying every nerve-wracking moment of it. When Y/N started shivering from the cold night air, Jason slid his jacket off and put it on Y/N.

“Don’t want you catching phenomena now, do we?” Jason said softly into Y/N’s ear as he pulled her hair from beneath the jacket’s collar. Jason was left in a white tee.

“What about you?”

“I’m fine,” Jason waved it off as they walked towards the railings. Jason climbed on to sit on the railing while Y/N just leaned against it, “what are you thinking?” Jason asked her.

“Thank you for tonight,” Y/N said softly, “this has been incredible.”

“I thought you’d like it,” Jason smiled.

“I’m not a caviar-and-lobster type of girl,” Y/N chuckled, “regardless of my mother’s expensive taste, but I do like sushi!”

“That’ll be our next date,” Jason lightly knocked his shoulder against Y/N’s. Y/N laughed and climbed to sit on the railing next to Jason, linking one of her hands into his.

“Next date, huh?” Y/N said, “Someone’s optimistic!”

“You’re gonna say ‘no’ to free sushi?”

“No…”

“Got ya!” Jason teased as they shifted closer and closer. Jason moved to caress Y/N’s face, slowly dragging his thumb over her cheek. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“You’re pretty good-looking too, Jason…”

“Thank you,” Jason laughed as he leaned in and nudged her nose with his, “very much,” he whispered before catching her lips with his own. Y/N put her hand on the back of Jason’s neck and pulled him closer to her, savouring every second of their kiss.

She didn’t want it to end, and at least for now it didn’t have to.

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Just friends, or maybe more? (Part 4)

Revenge time.

Ateez (all members) x reader

Fluff

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Mingi had been briefing you on his plan, telling you to make sure that you take San into his bedroom, where Mingi will be hiding, waiting to jump out on him.

You walked around the dorm looking for San ready to put the plan in action. Your heart is beating so fast that you feel it could rip straight through your chest at any moment. Taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself you walk into the kitchen to find your target sitting at the table with Wooyoung and Hongjoong.

“Hey (Y/N).” Hongjoong is the first to greet you as you approach them, you sit down on the chair in between him an Wooyoung to look casual.

“(Y/N), can you give us any clues to help us out? We are seriously struggling to figure out who your favourite is.” Wooyoung faces you. So they’ve been discussing the bet you think to yourself. You glance over at San, he looks like he is hiding something judging by the uncomfortable look on his face. You decide to brush it off, what would he have to hide anyway you think.

“I can’t Woo, San tried that tactic already.” You tease them, sending a subtle wink over to San as the others aren’t looking.

“Ok then, can you at least tell us if we are on the right tracks? I think it’s between Mingi, Yunho and Jongho.” Hongjoong pleas with puppy eyes.

“I am not helping any of you. I want to win.” You giggle. “Anyway, I came here looking for San, so could I have a quick word with you in private?” You ask, a blush on your cheeks as you stand up and continue, “maybe in your room?” You blush as you stand up.

“Of course.” San smirks as he follows you out of the kitchen.

“Ok, now I think San could be in the running too.” Hongjoong sighs overdramatically as Wooyoung laughs at the leader.

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You enter San’s room and shut the door behind him, walking over to him as he sits on the bed.

“So what did you want to have a chat about?” San questions with a raised eyebrow. He looks suspicious but, again, you choose to ignore it.

“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to be alone with you, handsome.” You answer and sit next to him, your hand rubbing his thigh as you look up at him through your eyelashes. “I feel as though we’ve been getting a lot closer lately and I’ve just enjoyed your company.” You continue as you lean into him slowly.

San smirks at you, his hand falling to your waist, pulling you in so your faces are only inches apart.

“I’ve been feeling the same.” He responds with a husky voice. You can feel yourself start to shake with nervousness. Was it because of the revenge plan or being in such close proximity to San, his gaze fixed upon you.

“I know about Mingi’s revenge plan.” San leans down to whisper in your ear, a shiver runs down your spine at his breath between your ear and neck. “I think we should have a little fun with this, shouldn’t we?” San states, his rhetorical question instantly putting you on edge as you realise you are now being used by both guys against each other.

“I- I don’t know if that’s-”

“If that’s a good idea?” San cuts you off, finishing your sentence. “I think it’s great, now I want you to come here and sit on my lap, just follow my lead.” He presses a kiss to the spot under your ear before pulling away. You swallow the lump in your throat before moving to sit on San’s lap like he told you to.

One hand sit firmly around your waist as the other moves up to caress your neck. “You’re so sensitive to my touch, baby. I’m so glad we have some privacy to do this.” San speaks out, his eyes wandering around the room trying to find any sign of Mingi.

“Aren’t you going to answer me?” San questions you in a tone that you would have deemed condescending if you didn’t know about the situation.

An “ummm” is all you can manage, your nerves making you lose all capability of forming a sentence. San snickers at your lack of words.

Deciding to take it up a notch, as there was no signs of Mingi, San starts kissing your neck making a gasp leave your lips in surprise. He hums into the kisses at your response. Just as he was about to move his kisses along your jaw Mingi bashes through the wardrobe doors in distress.

“Stop! What are you doing to my best friend!” Mingi shouts, shock and horror written across his face. San bursts into laughter at his success and lets go of you.

You quickly stand up running out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall. Locking the door behind you, you turn to lean over the sink trying to catch your breath and calm your nerves. After a few minutes you start to feel a bit better.

“(Y/N)? Are you ok?.” You hear a muffled voice say. You slowly open the door to see Yeosang standing there with a worried expression. You pull him into the bathroom and sit on the floor, Yeosang following suit. It’s silent for a few minutes before you finally speak.

“How did you know I was in here?” You look from your place on the floor up to meet Yeosang who is staring at you in sympathy.

“Mingi and San came into the living room looking very guilty. They explained what had just happened and said you ran off into the bathroom. They both wanted to come and comfort you, make sure you are ok, but I told them that it’s probably best if someone else does.” He explains. You nod your head in understanding.

“Thank you for checking up on me. I really appreciate it.” You answer with a small smile.

“It’s no problem. I know this bet is making everyone act a bit crazy, some more than others. But we all really care about you. It really wasn’t fair for Mingi and San to use you against one another.” Yeosang admits seriously. You feel comforted by his words and decide that you would have to leave the bathroom at some point.

“Ok, I think I’m ready to leave this room now.” You chuckle, standing up and walking into the hall with Yeosang.

“Thank you Yeosang, you’ve really helped calm me down.” You turn to him, giving him a hug.

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As you enter the lounge the guys stop their conversation, all turning to look at you and Yeosang. Your eyes fall onto San briefly before looking away. Mingi is the first one to speak, standing up and walking over to you.

“I’m really sorry for what happened, I didn’t think the plan would fail that badly.” He says with regret. You pull him into a hug and giggle.

“It’s ok Min, I agreed to it in the first place. I will always help my partner in crime.” You respond, showing your forgiveness. A huge smile settles on Mingi’s face as you turn to look at San again.

“Would you mind if we had a moment?” San looks at everyone. They all simultaneously get up and leave the room, Yeosang giving you a reassuring look and a nod on his way out.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I guess I just got carried away and I didn’t think about how uncomfortable it made you feel.” San looks up at you with glazed over eyes. He looks as though he’s about to cry and you feel your heart shatter, hating how guilty he looks.

“It’s ok, I was just taken by surprise. I mean, it all happened very suddenly and I was nervous anyway. There’s no hard feelings.” You smile at him and take his hand in yours reassuringly. San seems to calm at your response and smiles back at you.

“Besides, if it hadn’t happened in that situation then I actually would have enjoyed your neck kisses.” You joke, trying to make the mood more lighthearted, San chuckles along. You don’t realise but San’s heart races at your words, his head almost spinning at how you are looking into his eyes so happily.

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You were gathering your things and putting on your shoes by the door when Mingi walks up to you with a very cheeky look on his face.

“You look very proud of yourself Min.” You laugh as he pulls a funny face at you.

“I may not have gotten revenge on San, I but definitely got Seonghwa.” Mingi enlightens you.

“Oh no, how did you do that?” You playfully roll your eyes as Mingi begins to explain.

“Well, Jongho came into the kitchen and started making some coffee for himself and Seonghwa. So I decided to add a little surprise into Seonghwa’s cup, and it may or may not have been a lot of salt and a dash of vinegar.” You burst into laughter, your eyes watering from laughing so hard.

“That’s brilliant Mingi! I wish I could have seen his reaction.” You manage to say between laughing.

“You’ll regret saying that (Y/N)!” You year Seonghwa yell from somewhere in the dorms.

“He sounds happy.” You retort making Mingi start to laugh again.

“Yeah, wish me luck. I don’t think I’ll hear the end of this for a while. But that’s what you get when you mess with the great Mingi!” He exclaims cockily. You just shake your head while you snicker at the goofball that is your best friend.

“Well I’m gonna get going now, I have work early tomorrow. I’ll see you soon.” You stand up, putting your bag over your shoulder and give Mingi a quick hug goodbye.

“I’ll see you guys later. And no more arguing or getting revenge while I’m gone!” You shout to the rest of the guys earning a few goodbyes in response.

“Oh (Y/N)!” Mingi stops you before you shut the door, “I’ll pick you up after work tomorrow and give you a lift to the dorms. We’re having games night!” He continues.

“Great! I can’t wait.” You smile and wave goodbye.

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A/N - thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter 😁 chapter 5 will be up soon!

Does San have feelings for (Y/N)??!!

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