#it's been trying so hard to tell Y/N the obvious but noo

[lavenoon]

Justice for the detector </3

@naffeclipse The time for reveal comics is limited before the actual one hits, so yeah I had to draw it - did I reuse the "demon behind you" bit? Yes, because it's a banger scene <3

[onlyjaeyun]

jaemin foul for cheating but he kinda valid for speaking up about not feeling loved?!? Idk I mean ofc he shouldn’t have cheated and there should have definitely been more communication to help them but is he so wrong for feeling neglected? Idk idk I just idk sympathize with him but still fucking hate that he cheated as way to be validated!!

I think I sympathize because my ex bf was the same where there was a lot of priority given to everyone but me and I was kinda just there to nurse his ego and make him feel good but never vise versa and that shit broke me the difference being I accepted that as my fate and he would tell me it’s because I’m “hard to love but he’s trying his best to love me” and like I carried that with me everywhere and I was always like … dang and idk i stayed in that cycle until he broke up with me but I feel like if jaemin didn’t cheat he might have been in the same place I was idk?

Sorry for the random trauma dump

-🦒

noo dont ever be sorry baby!!!! what im about to say is in absolutely no way belittling or disregarding your experience because i myself know exactly how you feel/felt and the cycle you are talking about and even if i didn't i'm pretty sure i can somehow phathom what you went through. (i'm so proud of you btw!🥺🤍)

now onto COLD HEARTS!jaemin however, he's just..not in that position. i've tried my best to depict him rather toxic and manipulative but i have realised that i should have made it more obvious or like out in the open to give his charcter the light i needed him to have.

ofc he's absolutely valid for feeling neglected, however – and this will be revealed in future chapters – he was never really neglected in the first place. he simply hates everyone in y/n's life and wanted her all to himself all while maintaining his own social circle as usual. on top of it all, he was actually the one in your ex bf's position since he constantly told y/n things like "nobody can put up with an attitude like yours" or "you're so difficult to talk to i feel like i can't ever have a normal conversation with you" when he simply didn't like her responses in the sense of its meaning and not even necessarily her tone.

you will understand the type of person he is the more chapters come since, yes they broke up, but he'll remain a firm part of the story till the very end!

i hope this somehow makes it a little more understandable which pov i wrote jaemin from.

sympathising with him in that matter is absolutely understandable bc we all would feel the same way, but i can reassure you that CH!jaems isn't one of us 💀

oh also, additionally i gotta comment here that y/n had to raise herself and her siblings and grew up in a very difficult household which lead to her having said attitude jaemin complains so much about. he knew this and basically – as the boys state in chap 5 – has made it his challenge to see if he can have her submit to him and prove himself that he can handle every type of woman.

i hope this all makes sense, i sometimes tend to forget that you guys cant actually look into my brain so i gotta type these thoughts and behind the scenes out every now and then! thank you sm for your feedback baby, ily 🥺🤍

[f4irydaydreams]

butter— prompt 13. "since we're dating, does that mean i can hold your hand whenever i want?" with steve?<33

a/n kind of strayed from the prompt and is sucky but i tried:) steve is really hard to write for hejdkdkd

steve might have had his fair share of luck with the ladies but the boy was oblivious as hell when it came to falling in love with his best friend.

he was blind to all your subtle advances and was convinced that he never stood a chance with you.

kisses on his cheek, leaning your head on his shoulder, following him around, telling him how much you adore him…the stupid boy didn’t realize all your actions were out of love.

you were so clearly in love with the boy, everyone could see it except him. you were tired of dropping hints all the time because he never seemed to understand them.

you were hopelessly in love with your best friend and him didn’t seem to feel the same way. seeing you all mopey, robin convinced you to go to tommy’s end of the summer party.

tonight you decided to drown your feelings with tequila shots rather than watch girls throw them selves at steve.

what you didn’t realize is that you were extremely lightweight. a couple shots had you buzzing with electricity and extremely impatient.

“i think you’ve had enough”, steve pulls you away from the crowed earning a couple of protests from robin.

“steveee noo let me go back” you whined.

he shook his head and smiled, you were being very clingy and whiney. while some might find it annoying he thought it was adorable.

“you’ll thank me tomorrow darling” he pulled you into his car, gently helping you and and fastening your seatbelt. he softly brushed your hair out of your face before closing the door and getting in himself.

“why do you do that”

“do what”

“it’s starting to get really annoying y’know” you muttered.

“what did i do?”

you let out a small huff and turned away from him, your hazed state making your emotions more intense.

“i’m your best friend y/n, cmon tell me”

“y-you take care of me and make me feel special and so all these boyfriend things with me. and i always try to get you to notice me. i’ve been trying for so long but i’m always just going to be your best friend.” your voice was high pitched and slurred.

you looked at him with a pouty expression and glossy eyes, “makes me sad y’know…i really like you steve”

steve couldn’t believe what he was hearing. he couldn’t tell if you were too drunk, or messing with him or if this was really happening.

“you do?”

“yeah i’ve pretty obvious about it too”

“how bout you tell me again tomorrow morning and i’ll take you out okay? a date” he looked at you lovingly.

“really?”

“he really baby” he chuckled and placed a small kiss on your nose “i’ve been pretty stupid huh?”

“yeah you have”

“promise i’ll make it up to you sweetheart”

“welll since we’re dating does that mean i can hold your hand whenever i want?” you looked at him with the biggest puppy eyes you could conjure.

“anytime you want”

“anytime? even when you’re at work?” you asked curiosity.

“yeah baby. let’s get you home and get some water in you”

[sombreboy]

친구 Friends✰yandere!kth&pjm

▎ 18+ ▎ xtremity; 7 ▎ pairing: kth/pjm x y/n ▎ genre:smut ▎ word count: 3.4k ▎ warnings: pwp smut, mxm, kidnapped reader, delusion, reader is basically their toy, some violence, blood(tae cuts jimin over a small bicker but it turns sensual real quick), obsession, possession, forced intimacy (kissing, touching), cursing, face fucking, unprotected sex, double penetration.

Taehyung & Jimin kidnapped you to make you their plaything.

''Isn't she just exquisite?''

A deep, sensual voice vibrated behind your right ear.

''She is perfect.''

A different voice on the left.

Melodic, much brighter and clear in tone. It reminded you that of an angel.

And since you were already comparing one to an angel, why not compare the other to a devil.

''Looks like she's awake.'' The angel said.

''How convenient..'' The devil whispered, you could feel his warm breath right in your ear as he let out a deep, amused chuckle from his throat before speaking once more,

''Hello, my sweet little doll.''

You whined, your body finally realising that this is not a situation you should be in. Feeling the panic rush through your veins, you start to breathe quicker, eyes widening.

''W-w-where am I?'' You stutter out, and you hear how both of them giggle, their voices harmonizing perfectly together.

''Tae, should we take off the blindfold? I want to see her eyes.''

The devil's name is Tae? A nickname, perhaps.

Suddenly a rough hand pulled off the cloth covering your vision, the brightness of the room making you squint your eyes, only able to see the outline of the men's bodies. Do they have a lamp pointed at you?

The angel moves closer with a flashlight in his hands, pointing it at your face as his hand grabs onto your chin. The rings on his fingers feel cold, diggin into your skin as he yanks your jaw upwards as if examining you.

You heard the angel mutter 'gorgeous' to himself before turning the flashlight off, now making it much easier for your eyes to get used to the dim room... Looks like a livingroom, finally able to distinguish the men's features.

The angel walked over to a table to put the flashlight down, and your eyes roam his sweet features. He truly did look like an angel with his light curls, plush lips and youthful appearance.

''Look at me, kitten.'' Tae suddenly said, snatching your attention. He was crouching in front of you, and even if he was crouching, he was still meeting your height as you were seated on a chair, now realizing your hands are tied behind your back.

''Good girl,'' Tae says when you look at him, a small, wicked smile curling on his lips as he reaches out to rub the pad of his thumb over your lower lip. You whimper, scared and confused, and both men groan quietly at the noises you make.

''She's so fucking cute,'' Tae growled, ''Isn't she, Jimin?''

The angel's name is Jimin.

''I can't believe we were so lucky to have found her.'' Jimin smiled, his eyes squinting into the shape of beautiful crescent moons as he walks up to you and Tae with something in his hand that you couldn't quite distinguish as of yet.

''I found her, there was no luck involved. I've wanted this for...As long as I can remember.'' Tae sounded annoyed at the lack of praise he'd gotten from Jimin, an obvious dynamic between the two showing. You were too scared to say anything about it, or anything at all, shaking in your seat when you finally see that Jimin's holding a knife. It was small, but a weapon nonetheless.

Jimin noticed the way you stared at the knife, and he leaned in closer to hover the blade in front of your eyes with a smile,

''Don't be afraid, little doll. We would never hurt you...''

''Speak for yourself... If you're a good girl, I won't.'' Taehyung added, still letting his fingers smooth over the skin of your face down to the hem of your neckline, right above your cleavage. He licks his lips, the warmth of your skin feeling so good under his touch.

Jimin crooked an eyebrow as he looked at Tae, ''You promised we wouldn't. She's too precious.''

Tae clenched his jaw in annoyance, ''Give me the knife.''

Jimin looked at the knife in his hand before glaring back at Tae, not responding.

Tae repeated once more, this time with a stern tone, ''Jimin, give it to me.''

This seemed like a game to them. Were they really bickering about a small knife at a time like this?

''Noo, hyung, you promised that I was gonna use it this time.''

Taehyung stood up and strode over to Jimin, pushing himself chest to check with the man. A new tension filled the room.. A frightening, but also incredibly sexual tension.

''You can use it, but I want to use it first. I'm always in charge, love.''

Jimin smirked, apparently he wanted this reaction all along, ''Make me.''

Taehyung's smile grew wide & wicked, a swift movement of his hand to grab onto the knife to pull it from Jimin's hand way too easily, making Jimin gasp. Tae grabbed Jimin by the wrist of his other hand, holding it up in a gesturing manner before growling out;

''Observe what happens when you're disobedient, doll.'' He glanced over at you, maintaining eyecontact as he swipes the blade over Jimin's palm, a delicate, fine wound where his skin got sliced that instantly starts to dribble with blood, dripping down Jimin's wrist and smearing over Tae's fingers. Jimin moans at the feeling, watching the red drip and smear as Tae collects some on the pads of his fingers before sauntering over to you.

''Look how pretty.''

You weren't sure if he was talking about you, Jimin or the blood. At this point, it could be all of the above. Tae made a show out of the way he smeared the blood across your cheek, making you whimper again as panic struck you harder than ever.

Jimin dried the blood off on his black t-shirt, joining in on watching your panic stricken face.

''I love her face. I love her.''

Tae nodded in agreement, ''I can't get enough of it. But you know what would be even prettier of an expression?''

Jimin nodded, both now staring at you as you look confused and scared, wiggling your body to no avail to try to get out of this.

''Tell me, Taehyung. What would be prettier?''

Tae circled behind you, leaning down to place a hot kiss below your ear before speaking in a low, sultry voice,

''Seeing her face distort into pleasure and pain when we fuck her over and over until she can't think of anything else than cumming on our cocks.. To not want anything other than to be our little good girl forever... Forever.''

He slowly articulated the last word into your ear before biting your earlope, drawing more of your whimpers out. The way your sounds rolled off your lips had the fabric in their pants struggling and straining, the uncomfortable aching making their patience run out quicker than they'd wanted to.

''Hyung, please, kiss her.'' Jimin whines out as he drops to his knees in front of you. You were terrified, heart beating so hard it hurt your ribcage... But somehow, there was a part of your body that heated up with their dominance, with their need for you that is growing much more apparent every second.

Taehyung suddenly interrupts your thoughts by snaking his arm around you from behind, grabbing onto your chin to twist your neck to the side, facing him. He digs his Nails into the skin of your face, just enough to mark you, but not enough to draw blood.

''Gladly.'' Was all Tae responded with before crashing his lips against yours with feverish hunger, sucking in your lower lip between his teeth before drawing a small moan from you, your thighs already rubbing together to ease some of the heat between your legs. Tae's tongue swipes expertedly over your lower lip to ease the pain he caused. How considerate.

You hear how Jimin's breath gets heavier from below you, small groans and the sound of a zipper being pulled down, but not quite able to see what's happening when Tae's occupying your mouth with his surprisingly delicious kisses.

Your jaw is roughly pulled away from Tae's lips, his hand now guiding your face to look down between your legs only to see a much sweatier, Messier Jimin below you with his hand dug down his pants, staring up at you with intense focus.

''How does she taste, hyung?'' Jimin Breathes out, his arm flexing as he moves his hand underneath his boxers, clearly stroking himself to the view.

Tae smirks, leaning in to lick your cheek, and the feeling of his tongue makes you let out what sounded like a mix of a moan & a whine. Both of the men exhaled quietly as if their ears had been blessed.

''She tastes exquisite... But I want her to taste like you.''

Jimin cocks his head to the side, a breathy, song-like chuckle leaving his lips before he throws his head back with a moan, stroking his clothed cock faster,

''I'd love that so much. I want to fuck her mouth,'' Jimin stops his ministrations to crawl closer to you, putting his hands on your knees as he stares up at you with big, needy eyes, ''You want that too, don't you? My cock is so, so hard for you doll... Tell me you want it.''

Your throat felt dry and wet at the same time, no words coming out even if you wanted to. You swallowed hard, and Tae's hands suddenly roam your curves from behind, smoothing beneath your shirt to touch the skin of your stomach.

''Tell him, doll. Go on. You're so cute, so pure...''

You felt like you were in a drunk haze of lust and fear, nodding. Scared, but also.. Intrigued, excited.

''Use your sweet little voice, kitten.'' Jimin craned his neck to be inches away from your lips, eyes fixed on yours, ''I promise to make you feel so good.''

''I-I want...'' You whisper quietly, red blooming on your cheeks with embarrassment and shyness. They both smile, you're so fucking cute. Jimin pecks your lips with his own plush, soft lips before standing up, hands pulling at the hem of his pants to let them fall down to the floor along with his underwear. Your eyes widen, attempting to move your head to look anywhere but there, but Tae's iron grip once more embraces your jaw as he keeps you in Place, his face hovering next to yours as he growls out,

''Isn't his cock pretty, hm? I'd love to watch you take it down your throat like such a good girl... Fuck, I'd do anything to see that...''

You moan quietly at his words, the intimidating, dirty tone in his voice making your panties wet already.

''I want it..'' You whisper so quietly, but just loud enough for them to hear it. Satisfied, Jimin lifts his foot up and presses it against your chest. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, suddenly yelping out when he pushes you backwards in a Swift kick so that the chair falls back with you along with it with a hard, loud thud. Tae giggles, the ever sadist within him thriving as he kneels next to you.

''I can't wait for you to take my cock as well.'' Tae Breathes out before taking a step back, letting Jimin straddle over your chest as he looks down at you with a sweet smile, and his hand stroking his cock through his pants.

''Open up, sweet thing.''

You opened your mouth, letting Jimin rub his tip on your lips before wasting no time to push his cock inside your mouth. Your wet, warm tongue makes him moan out, hands snaking into a grasp of your hair, hips moving gently to experiment with your mouth.

''W-wow, you feel so good...'' Jimin stutters out, already feeling he wouldn't be able to handle this for too long due to stroking himself beforehand. He pushes his cock down your throat, making you gag, your throat throbbing around him as he groans at the feeling.

''Actually, Jimin, don't cum in her mouth.'' Taehyung suddenly exclaims as he places his palm over his own clothed erection.

Jimin's hips move in short, slow movements as he looks at his hyung,

''Why? I-I want to..''

They both look at your face for a moment when you gag, tears running down your temples. Tae licks his lips before responding,

''Save your cum for a different hole, you will be able to use her mouth anytime you like.''

Jimin whines, mixed with a moan as he pulls himself out of your mouth. You spit and cough, breath heavy as you try to regain your breathing to normalcy.

''Release the restraints too.'' Tae lifts the chair up with you in it when Jimin gets off to move behind you and release your hands. You sat still, still scared to do anything to trigger them, as they were... Obviously, fucking crazy. And fucking horny.

''See? She's already so obedient, not running away from us.'' Jimin beams as he praises you, a hand on your head to pat you like a pet. You flinch at his touch along with a quiet squee.

Tae says nothing, simply hums as he waves for Jimin to bring you and follow him to the bedroom.

Jimin's hands grab yours to help you stand up on your weak, shaky legs, pulling you close as he wraps his arm around your waist to walk closely behind the man leading the two of you to the bedroom. Tae stops by the edge of the bed, undressing slowly before turning to sit down facing the two of you standing in the door frame. Your eyes meet Tae's, his lips curling up in a small smirk before his eyes flicker over to Jimin's in an unspoken communication. Jimin coo's while standing behind you, hands roaming your curves before swiftly undressing you in front of the man on the bed.

''W-what...'' You croax out, not able to finish your sentence when Jimin's hands cup your naked breasts from behind, fondling them gently and squeezing the flesh between his fingers.

''She's so soft, Taehyung.''

''Bring her closer.'' Tae responds, hands reaching out for your body as Jimin uses his body to lead you forward until your knees meet Taehyung's. Tae's hands join Jimin's, both alternating and almost fighitng over who gets to feel your skin the most, four hands smoothing and squeezing your body. Tae's hands rest on your thighs before tightly gripping onto them, while Jimin's remain to play with your breasts. Small whimpers and whines escape your lips, feeling Jimin's cock push against your behind and seeing Tae's still fully dressed, strained fabric beneath twitching with every noise you make.

''I want her so badly, hyung, I'm gonna go insane..'' Jimin whines as he puts his chin on your shoulder, lips slowly placing kisses up your neck.

Taehyung smiles, finally undressing himself before scooting up the bed until he's sitting leaned back on the headboard of the bed, beckoning for the two of you to join him,

''Then let's indulge.''

Jimin pushes you from behind, forcing you to be on all fours on the bed. He crawls up behind you, continuing to Tower over your body to make you crawl over to Taehyung,

''Go on, kitten. You're gonna feel so good.''

You swallow tightly, completely exposed and feeling your soppy cunt dripping juices down your inner thighs. Taehyung grabs your arms, pulling you over to straddle on top of him, feeling his generous length rubbing against your folds as he holds on to your hips. Jimin joins closely behind you on his knees, leaning over to make you lean forward towards Tae before he cranes his neck to Place a soft kiss on your lips, followed by a harsh bite to your lower lip in dominance.

You cry out in slight pain, feeling both their cocks twitch against your skin and Tae groans into your mouth, the grasp on your hips tightening.

''I can't wait to ruin your pretty little cunt, I bet it is so tight for me.'' Tae whispers, and Jimin knows the que as to lift your hips up to line Tae's cock with your entrance, a bruising grip with his ring-clad fingers on your ass.

''Any other cock will be ruined after having me.'' Tae bucks his hips upwards slightly, the tip stretching your little cunt already.

Jimin frowns a little, rutting his cock against your ass as he pushes your hips down fully to take all of Taehyung's cock inside of you. You gasp out, not able to make any noise as it felt like your breath was caught in your throat. Tae was generously endowed, and it hurt so good.

''She's so tight... Fuck..,'' Tae growls as he starts to slowly buck his hips into you, grasping onto your waist to lift you up to increase the impact, ''I want it tighter, Jimin. Fuck her ass.''

Jimin didn't need to be told twice, spreading your ass for him to play with your little hole with his spit-coated fingers. You moan out at the sensation, feeling Tae fucking up into you slowly but firmly while Jimin's fingers stretch your ass open for him.

Luckily Jimin wasn't as big as Taehyung, but even if it didn't have the length, it surely had girth. You cried out, feeling Jimin pushing his soppy cock into your ass with no mercy for the adjustment of his thickness.

Both moan out, and suddenly the pain felt Worth it, slightly more endurable. It slowly turned into pleasure, especially when hearing the two men moaning and groaning with pleasure from using your body.

Taehyung threw his head back with a growl, fucking up into you with more feverish hunger, the skin of his hips smacking against your wet skin,

''This is perfect. She's so perfect.''

''I fucking love her.'' Jimin growls out as well, his rings digging into your ass with a bruising grip as he thrusts his cock in and out of your tight hole, feeling the way Taehyung's cock rubs against his own inside of you, the only thing separating them being the wall of flesh that they both rubbed perfectly together to build your climax.

You started sweating, moaning out curses and becoming their little good toy to play with and use as they wish.

''I love fucking her.'' Tae snarls, Nails scratching at your hips as he looks at your body bouncing and jiggling sinfully above him.

''She seems to love it too, she's squeezing us so tightly–I won't be able to hold it much longer, s-shit!'' Jimin exclaims, trying to control his hips, but the sensation is too great and his movements grow slopper. He leans forward slightly, forcing you to lay chest to chest with Taehyung, sweaty skin mixing and your body jiggling with every thrust causing your whole body to shake.

''We're gonna give you all our cum, doll. You want it, don't you?''

You nod mindlessly, completely in a haze of lust from being fucked, feeling their burning bodies embracing you. Jimin's chest on your back, Taehyung's chest on your front, their bodies rubbing against yours and cocks rubbing together against your sensitive wall of flesh, their moaning in your ears filling the room along with the heavy breaths.

They fuck into you with animalistic greed, as one fucks into you, the other pulls out, alternating to fill you up until they both snarl out in low, guttural moans, hips pushing as deep into you as they possibly can to still their hips as they cum, filling you up in both little holes at once. The hot rush hits your entire being like a wave, your orgasm throbbing and squeezing their cocks of every last little drop of hot cum.

''Fuck, she's squeezing me out...'' Jimin whines, feeling himself slip out of you. He sits back on his knees, spreading your ass to watch your cum dribble out of your ass, then glancing down to where you and Taehyung join, seeing his cum dribble down to his shaft.

Taehyung stays for a moment longer, smoothing over your skin with his fingers on your back to soothe your shaking, exhausted body. You press your cheek against his chest, heaving up and down with the heavy breaths he's taking.

''Such a good girl.. And all ours.'' Taehyung coos.

Jimin crawls up to lay next to Taehyung, his own hand reaching out to move your sweaty hair from your face to be able to have them both look down at your half-asleep, fucked out state.

''I love you.'' Jimin kisses your forehead, then cranes his neck to kiss Tae on his lips, ''I love you both.''

Taehyung smiles, a box-like shape on his lips as he hugs you a little tighter, nuzzling his head against Jimin's shoulder.

You were finally theirs.

Forever... ?

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[mgsheadcanons]

so thankful this account has been made !! may i request a radio/phone sex drabble fic with phantom pain era big boss? being on the run with his bike sounds like it could get lonely

(🖤🖤🖤 P.S Christmas is near, and it’s quite busy right now, so the request took more time then I expected. Hope you like it!]

Far Road (NSFW)

Characters: TPP!Big Boss x Reader Summary:  Big Boss has a long night ride and decides to take a break to call Y\N. Wornings: phone\radio sex Words count: ~ 1325

Big Boss was driving for four hours straight now when a deep night came down the plain. As far as the eye could see, there were sparse plants, cacti and clouds covering heavy skies. He stopped his bike in the shadow of the high rock and turned down the engine. The best thing he could do right now was to get a nap, but he couldn’t get rid of those thoughts about Y\N. There was no minute when he didn’t keep an image of you in his mind, but now that desire got so strong that he could hardly fight it.

He clenched the radio in his hand several times, put it up, then let it down again. He was struggling whether he should do that or not. Then finally he slowly picked the radio set again, bringing it closer to the mouth, and, licking his lips, pressed the button.

“Sweety.. You copy me?”

At first he could hear nothing but hissing and noise.

“Are you there?”

Bad idea. She was probably sleeping right now. What is he trying to do? But suddenly he heard your soft voice.

“I am here, John.”

A little smile crossed his face. Being called by the name was awakening the feeling of coming back home.

“I missed you.”

He heard a quiet sound of the air escaping through her nose. He knew that this moment she was smiling, because she always did when giggled like that.

“That’s fynny. I was thinking about you too, and then you called.”

“A sort of a mental connection, huh?”

“I feel really lonely without you here… Don’t really know how to deal with it.”

A smile grew into a cocky smirk, as he heard her last words.

“Wish you were here right now, next to me. I swear you would love this view of the endless black skyes and millions of stars. I’d kiss both your eyes to make them twinkle as bright as those little lights” - he said in a thoughtful tone.

“You know, your low, sexy voice is already enough to make my nipples hard.”

Boss lit down his cigar and put it back in a small wooden case in the inner pocket of his jacket.

“Are you dressed right now?”

“Only the black silk night dress”

“I’m almost turned on, baby” -  he replied remembering that fabric - light as a butterfly’s wing. Remebering how his hands slid down your ribs and hips only to go up again, lifting up that short skirt.

“You’re making me blush” - you breathed out.

“Oh I like seeing you blush. These pretty pink cheeks of yours.”

“And you know what do I like? A feeling of your strong hands on my breasts and neck.”

Big Boss slowly went down on his pants to undo the zip, as it began getting too tight for his hardening dick. He traced his hand over the belly, feeling a light shiver running through his legs.

“Mmm. And pin you down leaving kisses over your shoulders and stomach. You love it too, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“May you repeat it, darling? I can hardly hear you” - he teased you.

“I love it when you pin me down with your weight and leave kisses, pricking with your beard.”

“I’d give the world to feel the taste of your lips now. Why don’t you touch yourself for me?”

For a moment he didn’t hear anything, but after a couple of seconds the sound of Y\N’s voice became more clear.

“Mmm-hmm” - you couldn’t keep this moan, as your middle finger finally touched the clit.

“That’s what I wanted to hear” - his low playful tone turned into a groan, - “Rub yourself, baby. Do it for me. I want you to do what I’m telling you. Don’t you mind a little guidance?”

You continued circle movements, feeling how your face was slowly getting hotter and even more blushed than it was before.

“Absolutely not. What do you want me to do?” - you whispered.

“Are you lying on your back?”

“I am.”

“Spread your beautiful legs wide.”

His dick was already fully hard, but Big Boss was lingering, not allowing himself to dive in too fast, taking the whole pleasure of the moment. He was holding his hand around himself just slightly touching the head, - “I want you to go slow on yourself.» - he said and began to slide his hand up and down.

You closed your eyes and put the radio set next to you, close enough to pick it the same second it produces any noise.

“Mmmm.”

“How wet are you?”

“Very wet already. My fingers are so slimy.”

“Do not move your legs together, I want them to be spread.”

The man seemed to enjoy what he was hearing but he still kept the slow pace like he was teasing the hell out of himself. Heavy breathing became more obvious, and that fact couldn’t escape your attention.

“You seem to be totally enjoying yourself, love.”

Instead of the response you heard only the shortness of Big Boss’s breath.

Now it was your turn to get the grin on your face. But that moment you began losing your patience.

“Ahh it’s hard to keep the slow pace.”

“Good.” - he breathed out, - “I think it’s time for us both to increase it.”

He heard how your voice got louder and smirked. He liked the way it was going and now he could feel the warmth floating all over his body. His movements got faster, matching yours.

He shut his eyes and took a deep breath, the wave of sweet relief was approaching with every slide of his hand, but it wasn’t enough yet. Making an effort to get back control over his body, he slowed down and felt the tension drawing down. Cool night air was fondling his face, giving a feeling as if it were your who were running fingers through his hair.

Your weakening voice ripped him out from his thoughts.

“I’m getting closer!” - you whispered, feeling your hips raising up a little bit.

“Slow down, baby. You didn’t think you'd get off that easy, do you?” - he was messing with you.

You leaned your head back on the pillow in a sweet annoyance.

“Noo, I was, I... mmhm…”

“Yeah, keep it that way.”

You increased the pressure in order to compensate for the lack of pace. Then finally you found the spot, and the feeling of near climax overwhelmed you.

“John, I can’t take it any longer. Please!”

Big Boss gave you a little weak laugh.

“Okay, darling, you earned it. I want you to take all pleasure out of yourself now.”

You finally got all the control back to yourself. As you were continuing your finger movements, you started feeling getting back to the edge again. Fingers on your legs got a little colder, as a little numbness ran through your thighs.

“Ahhh, John, I’m…”

“I’m about to come too» - you already could hardly hear his groaning voice on the radio.

You finished almost at the same time. Big Boss was breathing heavily, his chest going up and down. A thick load flew forth on the cooled down red stones and dust beneath his feet.

The man took a minute to collect himself together, then got the radio set closer to the mouth.

“I love you, darling. Hope to get to you and talk about everything and anything very soon.” - he smiled at you, as if you were here and could see him.

“So do I. Be safe there, John. I love you too.”

Big Boss put down the radio and got off his bike. It was deep night, and he was planning to continue his journey early in the morning. Your image still didn’t leave his mind when he set down, leaned against the rock and closed his eyes. Consciousness was floating away fast, so the thought of you was the last one with which he fell asleep.

(gif is not mine\found on Google)

[akaashipogi]

hiii! can you maybe write a head canon where the gym 3 squad finds out that their s/o is insecure about their body,,, and they help the s/o love theirselves or something? sorry if it’s cheesy akdkwks

Hii thank you for the req hehe,, noo I don't think it’s cheesy at all I think it's super cute, ,Anyway, I hope you like it, and I hope it lives up to what you wanted (Im really sorry if it doesn't ahfh) thank you again for your request I had a lot of fun making it hehe

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Bokuto Koutarou

So I feel like it would take Bokuto awhile before he realizes his s/o is insecure

It’s not bc he's dense or anything he kinda is but I guess its bc he's always busy with volleyball that's why it kinda takes him awhile to figure out whats been bothering you

But hohoh when he does he’ll do everything he can to make sure that you see yourself the way he sees you, as a beautiful person inside and out 

He’ll probably message you every morning like “Good Morning Beautiful/Handsome”

Hes probs also gonna leave ur fave drink (like milk or soda) on ur desk with a little note attached to it

He does his best to make you feel better everyday

Kuroo Tetsuro

I know everyone kinda perceives him as a fboi, but Kuroo is really smart and observant of other people around him

So as compared to Bokuto, I think he would find out quite quickly, despite you trying not to make it too obvious, he knows you well and can see through you

I think he would be the type to sit down and actually ask you about it, and he just stays quiet, listening to every word you say

I feel like he would be the type to hug you every chance he gets and whisper how much he loves you and what he loves about you

Kuroo knows that learning to love yourself is a slow and hard process,

so he does his best to help you, practically holding your hand every step of the way 

Akaashi Keiji

Everyone’s HQ crush honestly hfsh

I think Akaahi is kind of like Kuroo, he would notice that something was bothering you and would figure it out quite quickly

I also think that he would like for you guys to sit down and talk about it heart to heart

He would also be quite silent whilst you were pouring out your troubles to him, but would constantly run his hand through your hair or draw circles on your palm with his thumb, just to let you know he’s listening and that he’ll always be there for you

And every time you felt like opening up or things were becoming to much, he would absolutely drop everything just to be by your side and comfort you

Tsukishima Kei

Our moon boi damn

I also think Tsukki would find out about it quite quickly

But compared to Akaashi and Kuroo, I dont think he would initiate the “heart-to-heart’ talk 

To him opening about these kinds of stuff is a very personal matter and he knows that it isn’t an easy task to do. 

He just doesn’t want you feeling uncomfortable if he brings it up, so he waits for when you are actually ready to talk to him about it, and when you are he will always be there to listen

I kinda see Tsukishima as this type who isn’t that good with words, so he uses actions to let you know how beautiful he thinks you are

Like if you two were alone he would probably leave gentle kisses all over your face or on the back of your hand shfsh

He probably would look at you in such a way that just tells you that he loves you for everything that you are, and how he wants you to love yourself the way he does

Lev Haiba

Lev is a dumbass (I mean it in the most endearing way possible shfsh)

I mean like not dumb, just super dense lmfao

He didn’t really find out about your insecurities right away

He probably found out bc he lowkey joked about it and didn't really realize he offended you until Yaku spelled it out for him

He didn't mean o hurt your feelings ok fhffhhf he just never saw that part of you as something to be ashamed of 

But he apologizes anyway and feels super bad

He would probably text you every morning “Good morning Beautiful” like bokuto lmfao

But his extra ass would probably shout “THERE’S MY AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL S/O! HI Y/N” everytime he sees you in the school campus

Basically he dedicates each day to let you know how amazing you are!

Hinata Shouyou

I feel like out of the entire 3rd gym boys, he’s the one who would relate to you the most

There are times where he probably gets insecure about his height and becomes envious of tsuki or lev

But he doesn’t quite let that get to him, instead of dwelling on them he focuses on how he can make it into his strength

So when you opened up to him he totally understood you and how you were feeling

He does his best to give a small pep talk afterward

But he knows that things are easier said than done

So like Bokuto, he would also text you every morning and leave a milk box on your desk with a little note on it saying how beautiful you are

He would probably make you a bento at least once a week with a note stating what he loves and finds beautiful about you sgkjhskj

Requests are open! Feel free to send some! 👁👄👁

[illyria-12]

Finally decided to post one of my one-shots here. I wasn't going to, as I'm still trying to figure out this platform and my work is on several others... but my friend is ridiculously convincing 😂

Levi X Reader - Flirting With Levi

A cute and fluffy one-shot depicting flirting with Levi. Title kinda says it all. Rated T.

Flirting with Levi was always a bit awkward at first. After the initial explosive kiss that one time in his office, where he admitted he was attracted to you and the two of you had decided to see where ‘this thing goes’, it had taken a long time for the both of you to get comfortable again with each other. Levi had barely even acknowledged your presence for the next two days, which had left you just a bit confused and more than a little unsettled.

You had finally decided enough was enough, and stormed into his office to confront him about his recent shift in attitude. Levi, had never been particularly talkative, but things hadn’t felt this icy between the two of you since you first joined the scouts almost two years ago. This had resulted in a small one-sided argument, where you had vented your frustrations, and Levi had sat quietly at his desk, watching you pace the room exasperatedly and listening to your rant. Right up until the moment you had stalked right up to him, taking his head in both of your hands and pressed your lips to his.

Levi had froze, completely not expecting this meeting to take this sort of turn. He hadn’t responded, neither had he pushed you away. When you released him you had moved back, quite taken by surprise at your own actions and Levi had raised an eyebrow at you incredulously.

“Better?” he asked, his face blank and tone just as monotone as ever. You had thought about it for a second before nodding your head.

“Better.” He smirked and nodded his head at you. You had felt quite uncomfortable and had turned to leave until his voice stopped you.

“(Y/N)...” you had turned to look at him, expecting some sort of lecture to follow about your brash behaviour.

“Bring tea after dinner. If you’re free, you’re welcome to join me.”

And that had been that. You had joined the captain in his office for tea that night, and almost every night there after. Some nights you would just sit in each others company, engaging in light conversation here and there while he worked, other nights you would read quietly on the couch, some nights you would clean his office, and some nights you would help with his never ending paperwork.

Those nights had quickly become your favourite. Levi would always tell you to bring your chair next to him, claiming he didn’t trust you to not mess it up. But you didn’t care for the reasons, you were just happy to sit close to him. When you felt particularly brave, you would brush your shoulder against his, feigning innocence the whole time. The first time, Levi had momentarily stopped writing, though he did nothing else. He just paused, noticing the action but not actively recognising it. And as far as you were concerned, if he didn’t pull you up about it, it was okay.

The first time you had brushed your hand against his in an innocent display of affection, he had recognised it. Watching your hand intently. You had been watching for his reaction, cautiously caressing the back of his hand with yours. He had just stared, clearly unsure of how to react for a moment, before he had laced his fingers with yours and continued writing. You felt your heart soar at the subtle gesture. He always had the same sort of reaction with every touch. Whether it be you grabbing his arm to get his attention, or nudging him playfully with your arm while you chatted, he always just looked for a moment, as if deciding whether he liked the affection or not. You found it quite amusing.

One particularly long night you had rested your head on his shoulder, groaning about the amount of paperwork he had to complete. You had both been working at it for a good couple of hours, and it had been a pretty intense day as it was. You were tired, and were pretty certain Levi was too. Levi had looked at you again, in his usual unsure way before pressing his lips to the top of your head, kissing you gently as his fingers stroked your knuckles on the hand he was currently holding. You had smiled, not complaining again for the rest of the night.

It had not taken long after that, for you to muster up the courage to amp up your affections. Delicately running your fingers through his hair or greeting him with a quick kiss on the cheek when you brought tea to his office. Levi never commented on your displays, just regarded you quietly with a thoughtful expression. You were always the bolder one in your affections, usually the one to initiate contact, but never overstepping. You knew Levi was adjusting and was happy to be patient. The fact that he would never rebuff your advances and would very occasionally reciprocate was enough for you.

Leaving his office one night, you bid him goodnight in your usual way. Kissing his cheek affectionately as you released his hand, murmuring a goodnight, watching as his lips twitched into a soft smile and he bid you goodnight. You smiled, feeling more confident and gently touched his face. He looked at you, slight confusion etched onto his usually stoic features and you quickly leaned in, gently taking his lips in a soft kiss.

Levi had stiffened, but had not pulled away. You lingered for a moment, pushing a little closer before pulling away. His eyes giving nothing away as he gave his usual stare. You smiled, leaning back in to kiss him again, less innocently this time, moving your lips timorously against his. Your heart pounded in your chest and your steady breathing faltered when you felt him respond, pressing back gently, his lips parting so slightly.

From that day, you would kiss him every night, and every night he would respond.

Levi soon grew accustomed to your affections, no longer regarding little touches in such an awkward way and barely paid them any mind. He had also started to encourage your tenderness, often reaching for your hand unflinchingly to hold it. He had a nice habit of running his fingers through your hair when you rested your head on his desk. You did this often when you were tired late at night, wanting to sleep but not wanting to leave his side.

You were getting ready to head back to your room one night when you turned to him. He looked at you softly and your brows furrowed slightly.

“You never kiss me.” You had stated offhandedly. Levi’s own brows had furrowed slightly in a mix of mild confusion and amusement.

“I kiss you all the time.” He replied, remembering how he had not gone a day without kissing you for the last couple of months. You had shook your head, smile ever present on your face.

“Noo... I kiss you. You merely respond to my advances.” You corrected. You had been right. Despite the first time in his office where Levi had literally grabbed you and kissed you so intensely, he had not initiated anything since. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“Why is that a problem?” he questioned curiously, trying to understand what the issue was here. You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“Because... it sort of feels like you’re not interested.” He frowned.

“If I wasn’t interested I wouldn’t allow you to kiss me in the first place.” There was nothing wrong with what he said. That was a solid response. However, you would not be that easily deterred tonight.

“Well regardless, I am not leaving tonight until you give me a kiss.” His eyebrows rose slightly and a small smile threatened his lips at your cunning. He looked away for a moment, eyes finding interest in the small stack of papers on his desk as he let out a small chuckle.

“Is that a fact?” His voice showed no amusement, but his eyes were soft as he sighed and looked back at you. You gave a cheeky shrug, still smiling at him. Levi must know you well enough by now to know just how stubborn you could be. He shook his head and leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to yours in the quickest kiss ever before he pulled away.

“Happy?” you pulled a small face in wry amusement, tilting your head to either side.

“Hmmm... maybe...” you teased, earning yourself an eye roll from the irked captain.

“But this time can you kiss me like you actually want to have sex with me and not like I’m your mother or something?” Levi’s eyes narrowed considerably but he accepted your challenge, reaching forward, hand cupping the back of your head as he kissed you again.

He deepened the kiss almost instantly, his lips moving against yours in coordinated motions. Your heart thundered in your chest. Levi hadn’t kissed you like this since that one time. That kiss had been full of passion and want and need, an attempt to portray what he had wanted to say without words. Levi was not great with words. But since then, he had reduced his fervour considerably, never initiating a kiss and certainly not responding to it with this much vigour.

It took your breath away.

You felt his tongue glide effortlessly into your mouth and almost jumped at the action before throwing yourself back into it heartedly. Levi took your bottom lip gently between his teeth, giving it a playful nip before he pulled away and observed you. His eyes were focused, locking onto yours heatedly.

“Happy?” he asked. It took you a second to respond, your body burning up and head hazy from such a passionate kiss. You nodded your head and smiled happily at him.

“Happy.”

Flirting with Levi was always especially fun when it was unexpected. You had a habit of saying things that were often, in his eyes, unwarranted, and it provided you with great entertainment to watch his reactions.

Something simple like giving him a pet name, would bring about a cold, hard stare. He didn’t approve of them, that much had been made very obvious. You had walked into his office with tea one day, feeling particularly chipper and beamed at him .

“Hey cutie.” His eyes had immediately found yours, no trace of humour as he had looked at you disbelievingly before returning his gaze to his paperwork.

“Too far.”

And that had been the end of that. As far as he was concerned. However, as far as you were concerned, it had just been the starting point. You continued to throw the occasional name at him and every time, he would respond in exactly the same way. Once he had not even glanced up at you, just said your name in warning and you had chuckled but stopped.

So pet names were a no go.

You had discovered however, that suggestive touches, were not quite on the taboo list. Standing behind him and giving him a hug was apparently acceptable, and he didn’t seem to mind the soft kisses you would place on his neck. A small nip to his ear, had made him stiffen, the grip on his pen had intensified and his head had automatically jerked, shoulder rising slightly in an attempt to stop the action.

“Woman!” He had said, his voice taking on a slight warning tone to it, reprimanding you. But you had a feeling there was no real substance to it. You had chuckled against his neck, running a hand through his hair as he continued to work.

Placing your hand on his thigh whilst sitting beside him, had earned you a solid glare, though he had done nothing else. Until you had started to draw lazy patterns with the tips of your fingers, nails now and again scratching ever so lightly at the sensitive skin underneath. Then he had gripped your hand, stilling your movements and laced his fingers with yours, opting to hold the pesky hand in order to stop its distracting touches. You had smiled, trying to contain the giggle that was threatening to spill but had not continued.

Surprisingly, Levi had been the one to offer for you to stay the night in his bed. There had been no grand romantic gesture, nothing to spark the offer, he had just simply asked. And you were more than happy to accept. It had been nice. Levi had wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him while his other arm had slid under the pillows and held your hand. You had certainly not expected such a level of intimacy from the usually composed captain, yet you were in no hurry whatsoever to push it away. It had given you butterflies in your stomach to just be lying next to him in such a way.

He had offered again the following week.

And the week after that.

And several days after that.

At breakfast one day, you took your seat next to your raven haired boyfriend, flashing him a small smile, which he ignored as usual and listened to the flurry of conversation going on around the table.

After a few moments, you nudged him, gaining his attention.

“You not talking to me today?” you teased, smiling playfully at the captain. His lips twitched into a small smirk.

“You haven’t said anything yet.” You rolled your eyes, spooning your porridge, but smile staying firmly in place.

“You could try making conversation, you know?” you teased and he scoffed.

“I could, you’re right.” He deadpanned. You knew Levi was still, to this day, trying to get used to your playful and friendly nature. He was also, still getting used to your relationship. And though things had progressed steadily, and he had improved drastically since the first week, you both knew there was still plenty of room for improvement. You both also knew, however, conversation was really not his strong point.

“Okay, fine... I’ll talk...” Levi turned his attention back to his tea, though still intently listening to you. The first time he had done this you had been incredibly insulted, assuming he was dismissing you, until he had reiterated everything you had said word for word and effectively shut you up.

“How is the new training exercise going?” you asked. He sipped his tea and nodded.

“Fine.” You smiled more, he was never one to make this easy for you. You nudged him again.

“Maybe you can take me sometime?” Levi’s head immediately snapped to look at you, his ears picking up your suggestive tone and eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

You had a tendency to put a twist on a lot of seemingly innocent conversations, quickly adding a sexual innuendo to them. It had taken him a while to notice, but now it was like second nature to him.

“Are you flirting with me?” he asked incredulously. You chuckled a little, resting your hand on his thigh under the table, noticing him jolt a little before his hand wrapped around yours, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention in the middle of breakfast.

“Of course not! If I were flirting with you, your pants would be off already.” Your tone was completely dispassionate, as if you had said nothing out of the ordinary.

Levi’s reaction was instant. His eyes momentarily widening at your remark before fixing you with a hard glare, jaw clenching slightly. You couldn’t stop the smile at his reaction as you took a spoonful of porridge, ignoring the bellowing laughter from Hanji who had obviously overheard your little comment.

“Too far?” you asked teasingly, eyes dancing with amusement and playfulness and he nodded.

“Too far.”

Something that always threw you off guard, was how serious Levi could sound when he very rarely decided to entertain your advances. You were usually always the one to flirt with him. However, he had his moments, and they always came out of the blue.

You had been cleaning his office one day, talking absentmindedly at him. Not to him... because that would suggest that the conversation was flowing, and Levi had barely uttered a word since you had arrived. You were definitely talking at him. Levi was working at his desk as you talked, not knowing really whether he was even listening, but not really caring either. He let out a long sigh.

“If you’re going to stay here and continue prattling, at least take your clothes off and distract me properly.” Your eyes had damn near popped out of their sockets, head flying to look at Levi who regarded you with his usual distant expression. You were totally lost for words, had he really just said that? And so flippantly? You had felt the rising blush dust your cheeks and quickly looked away, silencing yourself instantly. Your reaction had not gone unnoticed by the captain and he chuckled as he approached you.

“Well that certainly seems to have shocked the shit out of you, doesn’t it?” his hand reached up to gently caress your warm cheek as he kissed your forehead softly.

“You could have asked me nicely.” You grumbled, turning back to the bookshelf you had been inspecting and continued looking for a book to read. His hands snaked around your waist, locking together around your abdomen as his head rested neatly on your shoulders, lips brushing against your ear as he hummed gently in agreement.

“Hm, alright. Take your clothes off please.” Your blush intensified as his husky voice washed over you and you clicked your tongue at him.

“I meant, you could have asked me to be quiet nicely!” you hissed, earning a chuckle from the man behind you as his lips pressed against your head.

“My mistake.” He teased, releasing you and heading back over to his desk, apparently satisfied with your level of embarrassment for now.

Flirting with Levi, was something that only got better with time. You liked the fact he was a lot more relaxed with you now, but you still derived pleasure from knowing you could still surprise him from time to time. Your soft touches rarely fazed him now. He was used to your fingers trailing down his back when you wanted attention, though the action still made him shiver. He was used to you distracting him with kisses to his neck and nipping playfully at his ear until he snapped and kissed you. He was used to the sexual innuendos, the more subtle approaches you took.

One thing he wasn’t used to, was your ridiculous pick up lines.

Sitting in front of him one of the evenings, watching him thumbing through the pages of his paperwork and rambling incessantly about how much there was to do you had cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

“Hey, Levi?” you asked, making the man in front of you pause in his stress induced rant and sigh.

“What is it?”

“Smile if you want to have sex with me.” He had almost instantly let out a small chuckle, finding your humour oddly refreshing for a brief moment before he cleared his throat and his gaze fixed firm again, continuing to organise his workload.

“No.” He replied, returning to his previous straight faced expression.

“You smiled.” You teased. His lips twitched, eyes shining with mild entertainment as he released another long sigh.

“Doesn’t mean I want to have sex with you.” He replied, gaze locking on to you for a brief moment and you chuckled, happy to be able to lessen his stress even slightly.

Another scenario had been when you had approached the captain at dinner. He was sat around with the usual crowd and you had came up behind him, slinking your arms around his neck as you brought your lips close to his ear, whispering in a hushed tone so nobody could hear you.

“Are you in to casual sex, or should I dress up?” he had spluttered, almost choking on his tea as you pulled back and sat down beside him, feigning innocence, aside from the sly smile you wore. He glared at you pointedly, and your shoulders shuddered as you fought to repress the laugh in your throat. Almost everyone at the table had looked on in confusion, wondering what the hell had just happened. You waited a few moments until everyone had resumed their conversations before you had nudged him playfully.

“You didn’t answer my question.” You teased, moving back and taking a drink of water. Levi shook his head, refusing to look at you for a second before he leaned close to your ear.

“Doesn’t bother me, it’s coming off anyway.” Your eyes widened and you coughed several times, trying to not spit water everywhere. Levi just smirked and turned back to his tea, ignoring your shocked expression.

It had been his turn to cook breakfast one morning. He and Hanji were in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for all the regiment when you had walked in, wearing your night shirt and not much else. Levi had turned to you and frowned slightly.

“Where are your clothes?” he asked as you leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss before sitting yourself on one of the counters, actively ignoring him. He clicked his tongue.

“Get your dirty ass down from there.” He scolded and Hanji chuckled as you rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the counter and leaning against it instead.

“My clothes are drying, you want some help while I wait?” you offered, smiling softly. Levi returned your smile and shook his head.

“We’re alright. Nearly done. How do you like your eggs?” he asked, cracking one into a pan. You smirked.

“Fertilised is good.” Levi froze as Hanji practically fell to the floor in hysterics, the captain grimacing at you in a revulsion.

“You’re disgusting.” He spat, ignoring the two howling women on either side of him. You smiled playfully at him as you put a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t touch me.” He said, but you knew he didn’t mean it, his eyes were soft even if his face was firm. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

“I’m going to go and get dressed.” And you started to leave, hearing Levi shout ‘Shut up, Hanji!’ as you left.

He also, could not get used to your forwardness.

One such incident, was when you had walked into his office one evening and quite literally crawled across the desk to reach him before nestling yourself on his lap, straddling him as you kissed him fiercely, hands gripping his shirt tightly as you pushed your body against him. You pulled back ever so slightly to look in his eyes that were blown wide with surprise and lust.

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.” You had rasped, barely able to contain your own want.

Levi, had not hesitated.

You smiled as you stared down at the man who was sleeping across your lap that night, gently running your fingers over his bare back and shoulders and brushing his hair out of his face. It was rare he slept so deeply. It was even rarer for you to still be awake. His eyes twitched slightly, indicating a dream and you couldn’t help but wonder if you were part of it. You shimmied down the bed, making the captain groan slightly, though his eyes did not open. As you shifted to settle next to him, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you tightly against him, pressing several kisses to your neck before he lay back down beside you.

You smiled as you thought of just how far you had come together. Things had changed so much between you since that awkward kiss you had given him in his office all those months ago. The memories you had warmed your heart.

You decided there and then, flirting with Levi was definitely your favourite pastime.

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Much love to my friend who hounds me relentlessly 😂❤

[dontshouta]

helloo love~ could i request smth pleease? i thought it would be really cool if bakugo or todoroki have like a huge crush on the reader and the reader is just so oblivious to that and one day they just come up to their desk and says 'i know why ur acting so weird! ur that really famous all might fanpage on social media!!' and theyre just like "e-excuse me??!!??! i love you?!????!!!???!?!" if its possible with a gender neutral reader please~ thank u so much and dont worry, u dont need to rush!!!!

i thought this was so cute bc deadASS these boys would be so obvious with their pining but i’d be like (:??? anyway i hope you enjoy this anonnie im sorry im so late hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Bakugou Katsuki:

You were sat in the dorm’s common room, a book in your lap as you mindlessly flipped through the pages. You didn’t notice when someone sat next to you, your mind elsewhere, completely submerged in your thoughtless head. You felt a hard poke jab against your rib cage, startling you.

“Ow-! Bakugou, what the fuck.” You pouted, rubbing your side dramatically. You didn’t realize he sat next to you. Since when did he ever want to sit next to you? The thought confused you, he never initiated conversations. You thought this was a gift from some divine spirit watching you from above. 

The boy rolled his eyes, his finger pointing accusingly in your face. “I’ve been calling your name for like 5 minutes, dumbass. I can’t believe you couldn’t hear me.” He scoffed, though his eyes were soft as he stared at you. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him look at you like that. Your stomach erupted with butterflies.

You scrunched your eyebrows in thought. Since when has Bakugou had the patience to sit and wait for someone to notice him? Usually he’d be asking for everyone’s attention without any further notice. This was new, what’s his motive? Does he want something from you? You bit your lip, delving yourself back into your own head.

“Yo! Y/N, I’m talking to you, fuck.” His tone suggested anger but his face still held a softness to it that had your mind reeling. You wanted to beat him up. With kisses. 

“Why though?” It didn’t hurt to ask, especially since the situation was so foreign to you.

The boy’s face suddenly turned a rosy hue, his lips set in a straight line while he silently appraised you. Your furrowed eyebrows deepened ass you took the flushed boy in. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this. You thought it was cute. And frankly, kind of annoying. No one was allowed to be that cute while simultaneously be so infuriating.

A thought popped into your mind, causing a smirk to rise devilishly onto your lips. 

“Oh, Bakugou, is there something you want to tell me?” You teased, taking a turn to poke into his rib cage. Bet he didn’t like that. Payback’s a bitch, huh.

“Hah? I ain’t got nothin’ to tell you, dumbass.” His face was even redder than before, this hands quietly fidgeting while he desperately tried to avoid eye contact. 

“I think I know your little secret, my poor, poor blasty.” Your smirk turned into a full blown smile, your finger risking another poke to his side. The poor boy was tongue tied, you couldn’t believe the state he was in. You wished you could record the whole endeavor so everyone could finally see Bakugou Katsuki in such a state.

“Oh yeah? Well tell me since you know so fuckin’ much.” 

“Yeah, I know why you’re acting so weird. I’ve got you alllll figured out. You run that All Might fanpage on Twitter, right? Ugh, my mind. I’m too smart. You can grovel at my feet now so I can keep your cute little secret.”

He was quiet for a minute. Like, frighteningly quiet. For a minute, you thought you had gone to far and wanted to take all your dumb small brain words back but it was too late. He looked like he was about to explode any minute.

“Are you fucking kiddin- no you idiot I fucking LIKE you. What the fuck.”

You stared at him. Your brain running a million miles a minute. Did he say what you thought he just said? Your ears weren’t deceiving you? Well, now you felt like a damn fool. What in the ever living heck were you thinking when you confidently declared he was the All Might twitter fanboy. You were embarrassed, to say the least. But also incredibly flattered.

“Awww,” You cooed, trying to fend off your obvious embarrassment by trying to fuel his. “Little blasty likes me??” You reached over to ruffle his hair but he suddenly stood, already making a grand escape.

“Oi, if you don’t like me back just say it, I don’t have time for this shit.” Your brain went into hyper drive, already deciding you were a dumb bitch and forcing you to follow quickly in his heels. You slammed into his back, your arms wrapping possessively around his waist.

“Noo, Bakugou, baby, it was a prank don’t be like this. I like you too! Please, I’m sorry for having half a brain cell.”

He clicked his tongue, his head turning to address you. “I guess that’s what I like about you, dumbass.”

Todoroki Shouto:

You were scrolling through your Twitter timeline while walking through campus, your attention fully occupied by the device in your hand. You were silently snorting to a thirst tweet by Kaminari when you suddenly bumped into something- or someone. You squealed in surprise, clutching your phone so you wouldn’t yeet it across campus.

“T-Todoroki! I’m so sorry, oh my goodness-” You were a blubbering mess, trying to apologize profusely while also not drool over the boy clad in his black turtleneck.

He smiled slightly, cutting you off. “Don’t worry about it, Y/n. I actually wanted to.. Talk to you about something.” His voice was smooth and quiet, making you weak in the knees. Damn this man. Damn him all to hell.

“Oh, sure, yeah. What about?” You pocketed your phone, wanting to give the boy your undivided attention. It’s what he deserves.

He scratched at the back of his neck, averting his gaze somewhere behind you. You were confused, but still kept quiet as he gathered his thoughts. The most you would do was give him your undivided attention. Not like it was a difficult task, that boy was foine.

You had been feeling like Todoroki had been acting sort of weird whenever you were around him. He’d never fully look you in the eye or address you directly. He seemed like he was nervous about something. Or hiding something. You just couldn’t figure out what or why. 

“Not to like, rush you or anything but, what’s going on?”

His cheeks turned pink, surprising you monumentally as you stared up at the taller boy. In all you interactions with him, you’ve never seen him once get flustered. He’s definitely hiding something.

“Oh my gosh, Todoroki, is this what I think it is?!” You yelled, taking his hand and shaking it about wildly. The flush spread from his cheeks to down his neck, disappearing behind the delectable turtleneck of his. “I can’t believe it- I’ve had my suspicions but I never thought you’d actually tell me! I’m truly honored to know your the person behind that famous All Might fan account on Twitter. Gosh, it was so obvious!”

Todoroki scrunched his eyebrows cutely, a small but confused smile growing on his lips. 

“Excuse me what? That’s not at all what I was going to say.”

His hand finally gripped yours, you didn’t notice you were still shaking his hand, and he brought it up to his chest. You could feel his erratic heartbeat once he finally made eye contact with you.

“Y/N… I like you.. I’ve liked you for a while and.. I just thought you should know.” His voice was so quiet you weren’t sure if you could hear him right. But his grip on your hand and the blush on his face couldn’t be any more obvious tells of his confession.

You felt your heart swell up in happiness as a big grin spread across your face.

“Oh my gosh, you dork, I like you too! I feel kinda dumb now for assuming you were that Twitter page.” If the Earth could open up a hole underneath you and swallow you up, you honestly wouldn’t mind.

“I thought it was cute.”

[dreamsafterhours]

college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: III (donghyuk's pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff pairings: mark+my/n (fem), donghyuk+dy/n (fem), platonic!mark+dy/n, platonic!donghyuk+my/n format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college bf warning: some swearing

masterlist

or click here to meet your soulmate, eng lit!mark!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

III: 별빛이 내린다 샤라랄라랄라라 (2+2=4)

the meeting of two souls: donghyuk & dy/n

welcome! back and to the next part

in which things actually happen! yay

so. up until this point

it’s been quite obvious i hope

that this is the one where The Soulmates Meet™

and this one right here is the one where donghyuk meets his future wifenew best (not) friend

dammit this is a set plot with SET relationships

yeah

major spoilers for future parts but hey :) y’all know it i know it let’s just.

let’s get to it!!

that day you accidentally sleep in after a late night and walk into your lecture looking pretty trashier than you would normally a few weeks into the first sem and you’re already tired it’s okay bby aww

and mark suggests skipping the next lecture and going for coffee instead

you’re like ok lmfao free coffee for me yay thanks marcus i owe you one

and to make up for the lecture he suggests he join you and your roommate with his own roommate in the library later that day to study the material you’d missed out on

so you’re like sweet study group hell yeah and apparently his roommate is also in biomed like your roommate? hey they might get along pretty well it’d be nice to have roommates in the same faculty hey

little do you know you little cutie you uwu

mark takes you to a cafe to buy you your favourite drink and a croissant bc you skipped breakfast again and he cares about his friends ok plus he was eyeing that donut next to the savoury menu in the glass cabinet and he would have felt bad if he got something to eat and you didn’t

you sit down, sipping your drink at the window seats and wishing your fatigue away

laughing with mark about what you slept so late for

my/n had been ranting about her love life again or perhaps lack thereof,,

don’t worry tho

after you’d gotten her to sleep, you’d gotten major feels for an essay question that you’d been tasked with due in a week but you hadn’t touched it until last night

staring at the prompt for at least half an hour trying to get your head around it and wondering what the hell you’d write about

but like they say

starting is half of it

so when you start spinning your words and getting into the writing mood

you accidentally wrote an entire draft without realising

albeit being full of loose ends and points you need to refine, etc., it was a decent body of work that you’d tackle for a few more nights before turning in

a skeleton, you’d called it

“a skeleton?”

“yeah. next thing i need to do is.. flesh it out”

“.. literally”

cue mark’s small pause

/inhale/

/MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

you know how mark’s laugh is very how do i put this into words hm dictated

you can HEAR each HA and they’re separate syllables yet sometimes they can vary in tone and length right it’s usually the more consistent HAs before he kinda loses it and starts throwing himself around

it was that laugh

honestly man finds everything funny his laughing threshold seems so low

and no matter how unfunny you are he WILL laugh at anything you say

and you’ve been doing it a lot lately

you could say literally any random thing and he’d already be ready to laugh (see Figure 1.1)

Figure 1.1

you: /snort/

mark, already giggling: “what”

you, still sniggering: /touches his elbow/ “arm knee”

mark: /inhale/ gotta live and breathe that oxygen

mark: HAHAHAHAhahAhaHAHAhahAhHa (decrescendo.. cRESCENDO)

^ that but looped, with intermittent slaps to your arm

anyways you never fail to make him fall out of his chair in laughter

but enough of that. dy/n is donghyuk’s y/n for a REASON ahEM

so after you finish up your breakfast at the cafe you go back to your dorm to take a power nap and recharge before your library session you were going to stay awake but mark forces you to take a nap and you’re like bro you just fed me caffeine now you want me to sleep??

then he tells you he ordered your drink decaf

you turn to him real slow

“.. you sick traitor. how dare you besmirch my name so. you scorn my forefathers and our dependence on the holy bean’s juices. betrayal runs rampant in your soul and mine stands at the mercy of your choices, them informed by the devil himself”

mark: /shrug/ “placebo effect yeet. hey, it worked for a bit. now you should really go home and get your sleep”

and he drags you back to your dorm and waves you off before going to his next class

you’re lowkey grateful for it tho when you take a shower and collapse onto your bed, falling asleep in what you think could be half the time you usually take

dreaming about losing your airpods and mark yelling at you to be more careful and then you two fighting bc you’d just lost your $300 bean sprouts but you could have sworn he took them

then police sirens went off out of nowhere and both of you were being arrested for assault and thievery

why you were the one being arrested, you had no idea but it’s a dream nothing follows the guidelines of hard reality anyway

just as you’re about to be handcuffed, you think to yourself, nope. i have a library session to attend. ain’t nobody got time for this shit

and you just

wake up

but the sirens are still continuing?? so you’re like ? is my building surrounded

they’ve come for me

even though you haven’t exactly broken any laws or have you

and you realise it was the alarm you’d set in time to get ready for your library session

so you grab your stuff and leave for the library, double checking with your roommate over text to make sure she was on her way

her lab class was taking longer than usual so she tells you she’ll be 10 or so minutes late

so you tell her you’ll be saving a seat for her and call mark to let him know you’re on your way to the library

“oh i’m already here lol. alright, i’m waiting for you outside”

and sure enough, you see him leaning on the wall of the entrance, eyes on his phone

you consider calling out to him but before you actually do, he glances up and spots you walking over tf do you have psychic spatial awareness mark

smiles and takes his corded earphones out

“you seriously need to upgrade those”

“they work fine”

“nop i’m getting you airpods for your birthday”

“dUdE thEy’RE tOo ExPEnSiVe. nO dUDE NoO”

“nOP. i’m GOING to buy you EXPENSIVE BEAN SPROUTS for your LIFE DEBUT ANNIVERSARY and you CAN’T STOP ME”

at this point i should just put /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/ and you should know what laugh i’m referring to

/MARK LEE’S MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

/MLML/ for short

nvm it’s fine it’s kinda fun to type /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

literally mark laughs in bolded italics i’m just sad i can’t underline it on tumblr unless it’s a link lmfao

n e ways

i digress

you shush him because you’re about to walk into the library

“qUIET DOWN marcus” turn that sh down for quiet new dawn

the library is almost full for the day but after a minute or two scouring the building you find an empty four seater in the middle of nowhere it’s CRAZY you can NEVER find a MIRACLE like this life couldn’t get better

i’m sorry

you speed walk to claim it even though there was no one else in your vicinity to threaten your territory

mark laughs at you trying to get to the table as fast as you could without all out running

getting out your things, you send a photo of your seat to your roommate and tell mark to send it to his roommate as well so they know where to find you

you start watching the lecture online while taking notes and since you’re not in the lecture theatre you can talk more audibly with mark not that you don’t talk in the actual lecture too,,

maybe you do text a lot,,, during class

mark usually says things like “.. implications of what now?? interpretation of huh?” to which you reply “i want cheese when i get home”

and he has to stifle his laughter while you keep your straight face and continue writing your notes he admires this ability ngl

and so while you’re watching it on your computer

you can say things like “fuck. i want pickles”

and mark will /throw himself back/ and cackle and probably say some shit like “DIDN’T YOU HATE PICKLES??” between his giggles

and you’re like “yeah. fuck pickles but like. fuck. pickles”

he almost falls off his chair at this point

but when he balances himself again he spots someone down the corridor and wave them over

“oii! over here dude”

you turn to glance at them to expect his roommate, but you see your own roommate talking to someone and wave her over as well

“heYY my/n”

you see the other person turn to your roommate and tell her something, , then she says something back

which is apparently shocking to them, because he glances over at mark and then at you

and then he looks again when your roommate points straight at you

to which you’re like ?? hi? y u look me

and then they both start laughing

you wonder if they were laughing at you or smth until mark’s like “tf is that idiot doing”

and u look at him like ? what idiot

“that idiot. the idiot roommate i told u about. the one who called u a homewrecker”

and you’re like

wait

[info clog]

wait

[error]

“wait”

“what”

“that’s your roommate?” u point at the boy next to my/n, who r both still laughing at something going all “wOW r u KIDDING” he has a loud voice

and mark’s like “? yeah”

and you go

“.. the girl next to him is my roommate”

mark: “wait what”

that’s what she said

at that point they’ve made their way over to the table, still trying to hold in their laughter

you start to introduce your roommate to mark, who’s still confused by the situation

you: “mark, this is my/n, my/n this is mark”

my/n: “nice to see you again mark”

you: “wait. again?”

mark: “yeah we’ve met. hi my/n”

you: “what”

mark: “yeah”

my/n: “yeah”

his roommate: “yeah”

you:

you: “i feeling like i’m missing something here”

turns out

surprise surprise

that one friend that my/n had made in her biology class was mark’s roommate oh my god they were roommates

whose name, you are told, is lee donghyuk

magical moment

us watching: heh 🤤

u can’t help but do a lil body scan from head to toe bc he a fine piece of cake we all know that

honey skin, oversized white t shirt, black pants, sneakers and lighter brown hair that looks fluffy the type of fluffy that makes u wanna touch it

yes he’s good looking. yes

yaaaaas

then mark tells him your name

“she’s the one i said reminded me of you”

“r u talking abt me behind my back marcus??”

donghyuk laughs and holds out a hand for you to shake

“what kinda coincidence is this?? i adopt your roommate, you’re dealing with mine”

“oh you’re gonna have to get in line to adopt her, i’m her legal guardian, sorry donghyuk”

to which he goes

“lmfao then we’ll both be her parents”

“k but i’ll keep her on the weekends. you see her on the weekdays”

then he wipes his smile off his face and he’s like “who said we’re split”

mark and my/n are doing the /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/ at this point

mark: “so ,, seriously what are the chances”

you: “this quartet,, it’s fate guys it’s fate there’s no way about it”

yes it is. yes. it is

even that four seater table was free because of fate

donghyuk: “this calls for drinks later. we all free? no 9am classes tmr?”

my/n: “we have a physics prac at 8:30 dingus”

donghyuk: “ah shit”

you barely got any notes for that lecture for at least an hour because you end up talking altogether throughout the session but once you remember you’re in a library to study you request a ceasefire and agree to study for a bit which,, you gotta admit ,, isn’t really productive because you’re so excited to meet someone new

but the best part about the day was when you notice how many times mark is glancing at your roommate while she’s reviewing her notes, completely oblivious

donghyuk complains that he’s hungry after another hour or two and you suggest you all have dinner together

donghyuk leans back in his chair in a stretch, his jumper lifting up a little over his jeans and showing a bit of his belly “ah i’m craving chinese”

you perk up, “mE TOO”

so you all go to your favourite chinese place just outside campus where you find out that mark and my/n have the same taste and so do you and donghyuk

he points and u and goes “oH?”

“jjAMPPONG? U TOO?”

“the ONLY DISH EVER”

mark and my/n: jjajang is fine : )

you and donghyuk: “JJAMPPONG IS SUPERIOR”

give him a bro five with the shoulder bump and everything

the boys walk you and my/n back to your dorm afterwards

donghyuk and my/n end up walking in a pair and mark walks alongside you

mark mentions how it’d be fun if you made a group chat together

you: “do it”

“i don’t have your roommate’s number tho”

you’re smiling wickedly at his reaction “?? ASK HER FOR IT”

“dude what?? no u make one and i’ll add donghyuk to it”

“bRO JUST ASK”

“wHAT NO U DO IT THEN”

so u go

bet

and you call out the two biomed kids walking in front of you

“hey donghyuk! give me your number i’ll make a group chat”

“sure lol” and you open up a new contact to let him type his number into your phone

he saves his name as hot boi hyuk ✌🏻

which you just leave bc you’re busy making the group chat

mark is still astounded that you asked donghyuk for his number so easily

you: hi hello good day

my/n 🌸: yeetus meetus

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: bow before me

you: here before me lie the beginnings of a new era

you: one born from blood and stone

my/n 🌸: tf is she saying

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: idk but lets go with it

you: together we rise from the rubble and sort through the debris

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: yas queen

my/n 🌸: i hate this gc already

you: and we WILL REBUILD THIS EMPIRE

read by marcus the fool 🤡 at 8:21 pm

safe to say you stay up for a good while talking on that group chat while mark just sits idle,,

you honestly don’t know if he’s consciously reading or not maybe he just left his phone on the chat

and thus our quartet is complete,,

and they all lived

happily ever after

but this isn’t the ending tho is it

wink wonk /waggles eyebrows/

this is but the epilogue to the prologue

that doesn’t make sense but n e ways

our quartet has not yet become two pairings

y’all just don’t know what the future has in store for you :)

click here to meet your soulmate, eng lit!mark!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

taglist: @lavellanfriendliness​ 

shoot me an ask if you’d like to be tagged in future parts!

[perfecting-procrastination]

The Party - Brandon x Chris Threesome

CNCOxPRETTYMUCH Smut

This is my first proper fanfic, and it took a while to write but I enjoyed writing it! The vocab isn’t amazing but I hope you like it anyway. I doubt I am going to write anymore anytime soon as I have essays to write for University that are due soon soooo haha. I also included the names of my besties in the story cause I love them. Anyway here is my pure filth about Chris and Brandon. 

Tags: @ionlyloveuinthemiddleofthenight​ @estefania723​ @undeadspazzattack​ @ericksmamita​

Word Count: 4k+

Warning: 18++++

You found yourself midway through the weekend with nothing to do, you finally finished all of your assignments for University and were left bored as ever. But then, *buzz*, you notice your phone go off *Steph: Hey girl, there's a party tonight that I've been invited to. Rute's coming and you better be there sis, don't let me down!! It starts at 8, see ya there! xx* "Well, I guess I'm going to a party tonight then. I hope I have something hot to wear" you said to yourself. You then take a moment to put together an outfit in your head. You were thinking maybe to go for a classic tight black dress, simple and cute. You got up and walked towards your wardrobe and had a peak inside for what options you might have. Then, you found it, something which was hot and would show off your figure perfectly. You knew that was the one to wear tonight. You grabbed your phone and had a look at the time, [Hmm.. its 6pm. that might give me enough time to have a shower, shave, do my makeup and drink a bit before I go. Lets do this], you thought to yourself inquisitively. You decided to start get a move on and hopped in the shower.

8pm

You were nearly ready, all that was left was to try on the dress and have a quick couple of shots on your way out. You finally got undressed and tried it on. It was a tight red dress that had a split on the front of your right thigh, showing the perfect amount of leg. It hugged your figure flawlessly and made both your assets look incredible. Along with your hair being perfectly wavy with some curls in it and your makeup making your skin look unblemished. You were most definitely ready to party after weeks of assignments and boredom. After doing your final checks in your bathroom mirror you made your way downstairs to do your final shots of alcohol and head on to the party. 

8:30pm 

You were outside the house and already feeling nervous. You could hear the music bursting through along with the multi-coloured flashing lights. *deep exhale* [Lets go do this, this is gonna be fun even though I know barely anyone. But you are looking fly and that's what matters]. You start walking towards the house and open the doors slowly. You make your way in and notice that there is ALOT of people here. You see a mixture of sweaty bodies dancing, people throwing up, people downing drinks and people trying to rip each other's clothes off. You stood near the entrance in search for Steph and Rute, your eyes scanning the room. Until, you notice a beautiful guy with amazing hair and glasses staring right at you. He was super cute and you couldn't take your eyes off him. When he sees you looking right at him, he turns all red and looks away instantly. [Hmm.. maybe he's a bit shy]. You keep scanning the room still in search for them but then you meet eyes with another guy, he had big brown eyes and serious style. This guy was different to the last he was most definitely not shy because you could feel him checking every inch of your body. It made you go a bit nervous but you responded with a little smile and moved your eyes towards scanning again. You finally saw Rute waving at you and signalling for you to come over. You made your way towards the girls, noticing a few looks you were getting while walking over. "Hey! You made it, finally. We were worried you might not come" Rute said relieved. "Haha, yeh well I'm finished with all my assignments so I thought I would make an appearance" you responded. They both then stood back and had quick look up and down at you in shock. "What? Is it too much, is it not enough or do I look fat?" you said anxiously. They both laughed and Steph said while smiling, "Noo actually quite the opposite, you look incredible!". You smiled and flipped your hair to the side. "Well what can I say. It took a lot of blood, sweat and tears" you said with a wink. "Same here sis, was not easy" Rute said while laughing. You all then exchanged small talk for a while and decided to get some drinks from the kitchen then head to the dance floor aka the living room. 

...

"All the women, who are independent Throw your hands up at me All the honeys, who making money Throw your hands up at me All the mommas, who profit dollars Throw your hands up at me All the ladies, who truly feel me Throw your hands up at me" Destiny's child was your jam and you couldn't help but lose it. You started moving your body and flicking your hair around. Eyes were drawing themselves to you as your truly confident side was coming out due to the tremendous amounts of alcohol. As you were getting really into the music you took a step back and bumped into someone. You quickly turned around to apologise promptly but then you notice it was the cute guy with the glasses from earlier. "I'm so sorry, Destiny's child really takes control of me what can I say" you said apologetically. He places one hand behind his neck, then looks at you shocked and almost lost for words. He then quickly snaps out of it and says quietly "haha, its okay. Queen B is pretty powerful". You laugh and share a smile. "So, whats your name then" you ask curiously. *He pauses*, "Its.. Its Brandon" he said while stuttering. "Well Brandon, I am (Y/N). *pauses* You seem nervous Brandon, you might need more alcohol in your system.", you say as you place a hand on his arm. You can tell that the little bit of contact was a lot for him cause he started getting seriously red. For some reason seeing a boy this nervous made you feel empowered, it actually made you feel a bit hot. Noticing how much power you had over how he was while talking with you made you feel so dominant. Something you secretly loved being, something that most boyfriends you've had never knew. He blushes, "haha yeh I guess I should follow that advice. I guess I just get nervous around girls like you". You smile and tugged on your bottom lip. In which Brandon couldn't help but intently look at after that action, it made him take a moment to lick his lips and think about all the things your beautiful mouth could do. You could tell that all he wanted to do was submit to whatever you would inflict on him, he so badly wanted it. "Hmm.. girls like me? Care to elaborate?" you said with a cheeky smirk. I don't think it was possible for Brandon to get any redder to be honest with you. He reached prime tomato colour. "Yeh, beautiful girls like you" Brandon said while looking down at the floor like as if he looked you in the eye while saying it he would turn into a hot mess. "Well thank you, you certainly aren't too bad yourself gorgeous" a sentence you matched with a wink. Brandon started laughing nervously. "Well lover boy, I am going to get more alcohol. Hopefully see you later", you said while gently rubbing your hand down his arm. He nodded while lost for words to say. You walked away with a little wave, but you could feel his eyes staring at your body while you walk away. You definitely left him speechless. 

...

You found yourself in the kitchen in search for mixers for your rum, [there is nothing here, I cant drink this straight Ill be on the floor]. You walked over to the fridge and opened it. You could see the Coke on the bottom shelf and you bend over to grab it. When you got back up and closed the fridge you noticed a guy staring intensely at you. It was that guy with the amazing brown eyes and cool sense of style. The way he stared at you made you feel hot as ever, the way he was admiring your body just did things to you. You tried not to smile or give away the weakness he was making you feel and carried on with what you were doing. You started pouring your mixer with your rum. But then you heard a deep voice to your right, "Ay mami, Rum's a good choice but pretty strong don't you think". you laughed and look towards the gorgeous guy. You could tell this was the type of guy who likes to be dominant and is used to girls being helpless around him. Yet, you told yourself that you were not going to be the submissive all the time just to please a guy. You were going to be the dominant one, you want to make someone beg for more or beg for you to stop. Either way you wanted to be the one making them utterly and completely surrender to you. "Well, you would be surprised with how much I can handle papi." you said with a little wink and a smirk. He was shocked that he got that response, you could tell he was not used to it. On the other hand, you could also tell that he liked it. Very much. "Mmm I bet, What's your name?" He said intently. "What's yours first, or shall I just scream papi later tonight?" you said while giving him the most lustrous eyes. He choked on his drink and took a second to process what he heard. *pause* "Its Christopher, and yours, trouble?" he said while licking his lips and adjusting his trousers from the obvious hard on that he was getting. God, boys are so easy, I've barely said anything and the big dom is already putty in my hands. "Mine is (Y/N) and I have a dance floor to attend to, see you later Christopher", you winked and walked towards the living room. On your way out you noticed Chris was standing there still in shock and processing what happened. [This party has been so much fun already, I wonder what else could happen]. You found your friends and started your sensual dancing again. The combination of music and alcohol was always so good at taking control of your body. 

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"It's gettin hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes I am - gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off It's gettin hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes I am - gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off" You were swaying your hips side to side while getting lower and lower. You then put one hand through your hair while sliding one hand down your open thigh, in which the slit in your dress is perfect showing. You close your eyes and completely lose yourself in the moment. After a few seconds you open them again to see Brandon staring at you, looking you up and down, in complete awe. You make eye contact with him and signal him to come over. He gulps and walks over to you. You grab him and place him behind you with his hands on your hips. You both start moving together in sync while grinding to the music. You could feel him getting progressively harder in his pants and his breathing getting heavier. You turn around to face him and move your lips very close to his ear. "Is this a bit much for you gorgeous?", you start slowing sliding your hand down his chest. "Are you suffering?", you then nip at his ear. "Ye..Yes," Brandon said breathlessly. You bit your lip and laughed. Brandon took a deep breath, "I'm going to get us a drink, I'll be a moment". You nodded and continued to dance. You loved making him suffer, you didn't think you could make someone this weak. You wanted more, you wanted to keep going. You were desperate to keep edging him, see how far you could take it. The mere thought of grinding Brandon until he cummed in his jeans on the dance floor in front of all these people just made you extremely wet. You felt a hand wrap around your waist, you turned and realised it was Christopher. He looked hungry and to be honest so were you. "Ahh couldn't stay away could you papi?" you whispered into his ear. He laughed and tugged on his bottom lip, "Not from you (Y/N), you are something else". You smiled and licked your lips, "Mmm, you have no idea baby". You then saw Christopher move his eyes upwards and his smile dropped. You turned around and saw Brandon who looked pretty annoyed with two drinks in hand. "You alright (Y/N), is someone bothering you?" he said while staring down Christopher. This was a dominant side of Brandon that has most definitely not been present at all tonight. "Naa man, nothing wrong here. Just talking with this beautiful girl" Christopher said sarcastically. You could feel the air getting tenser and you weren't sure how to approach it. The men started getting close to one another while you were in the middle. Most would feel uncomfortable, but you had to admit you liked it. It was turning you on like nothing before, two men fighting over your attention. God, if it was your choice you would take both of them upstairs have your way with both. [Wait that is an idea, could I ask for both. Would they be up for it? No, I shouldn't. But if I don't take what I want then doesn't that beat the point of me being the new improved dom woman that I truly want to be]. You snap yourself back to the moment of the boys bickering of whoever talked to you first and which one they think you want. "Step back bro, its obvious we were vibing way more before you got here and ruined it.",  Brandon spat. "Yeh sure man, its obvious shes having more fun with me" Christopher snapped back. "Well, maybe I want both of you. That's my only offer. All three of us or nothing at all" you strongly asserted. Brandon and Christopher looked at you in shock, unsure on what to say. You stood there waiting for a response while the boys exchanged looks of uncertainty. You got impatient and decided not to wait any longer. "Right come with me", You grabbed both the boys hands and led them upstairs. 

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You all entered the room and you locked the door behind you. "Sorry I don't want to wait for you boys to decide anymore. I'm drunk and right now I'm hungry" you said while kicking off your heels. You walked over to Brandon and pushed him up against the wall. He was ready to say something but was interrupted by you kissing him roughly. Moving your tongue in his mouth in ways that made him become completely lost in you and your control. He moved his hands to your waist, and was grabbing intently at your beautiful love handles. You then turned around and started grinding your bum into his jeans. You moved you hair to one side to leave space for Brandon to attach his lips to your open neck. He followed your lead and placed small kisses along your neck and shoulder. This gave you the opportunity to grab Chris by his shirt and place your mouth on his beautiful lips. Christopher and you were moving your tongues in sync with each other, it was more than amazing. You moved your spare hand towards Christopher jeans where you gave him a gentle squeeze on his obviously hard cock. This caused a moan to leave his lips which only turned you on more. You could feel how hungry they both were, they both were desperate for your touch and what you could do to them. You then grabbed Brandons hand to place it on your thigh while slowly directing him to move it upwards to your core. You were soaked at this point, having both these boys on you was too much for you to handle and there was no stopping. Brandon followed your lead and started rubbing your folds through your underwear, he could feel how wet you were, there was no hiding. A moan escaped from your mouth that stopped your intense kiss. Christopher's eyes looked down and notice that Brandon was teasing you, he could see the effect it was having over you. Christopher then took his top off and his trousers as he was clearly becoming way too hot. The way the light reflected onto Christopher skin made him look 10 times more hot. Brandon was still working his fingers on your core, sliding up and down on your folds through the material. That god damn material needed to go, and you were getting fed up with it. "Shes soaked man, she wants it so bad" Brandon said to Christopher with wide eyes. Christopher grabbed me from Brandon with one hand around my waist and placed his spare fingers directly where Brandon's was. "Mmm you seem like your struggling to handle this mami, I thought you could take it?" Christopher said trying to assert his dominance. You took a moment to breathe and snap back. Brandon began to undress and my god was his body perfect. You looked up slowly at Christopher and your eyes went dark. You grabbed them both and dragged them to the bed. They both semi-lied down with their bodies half up right on the headboard.  While you stood in front of them next to the edge of the bed. "Don't underestimate me papi, you wont like the outcome" you said mockingly. You then turned around and started to slowly unzip your dress. The boys was watching your bare back being revealed inch by inch from the zip and it was painful for them. You weren't wearing a bra and only had your laced red thong on. Your dress finally dropped to the floor and you turned around to see the boys in awe.  They were inspecting every inch of your curvy figure and it was clear they loved it. You then started crawling up to them on the bed and they could not look away. You sat up in front of them and said "One rule, you can only touch me and yourself when I say so. Understood?". Both boys shook their heads up and down still not processing most of the information as they were just thinking about how hungry they were for you. You then slotted yourself in between them and laid on your back. They both looked at you confused and anticipating your next move. You then started gently hovering your fingers from your hardened nipples down to your heated soaked core. You slipped your hand underneath your underwear and started moving your fingers through your dripping folds. You couldn't help but moan, you were starving for a touch. You could see that Brandon was struggling so hard, seeing you pleasure yourself was killing him. You grabbed Brandon's hand and started moving it towards your core. He began to work his fingers on your bundle of nerves, rubbing it sluggishly. You were moaning like mad craving for him to do more. Christopher was struggling like mad, he was jealous that Brandon could touch you like that and he needed something. You then grab Christopher's hand and place it down your underwear also. You move two of his fingers to direct him to insert them inside. He started pumping his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace. Having Brandon work your clit while Christopher finger fucks you felt euphoric. You could feel a knot building up it was getting more and more intense. "Carajo, this is so fucking hot", Christopher said breathlessly. "You are so right" Brandon said while still intently watching. You smiled and demanded "Faster boys, I can feel it". Both the boys complied and picked up the pace. You placed one finger in between your teeth and moved your other hand to your breasts where you began to play with your nipples. The knot was getting tighter, you were so fucking close. You started biting down on your finger while closing your eyes as you felt your high approaching. "Cum for us, mami. You know you want to", Christopher exclaimed while the knot in your stomach undid. Brandon continued to rub your clit while Christopher was pumping you with his fingers. "FUCK" you screamed as the boys road out your high. When you finally caught your breath you removed the boys hands from your underwear. You took off your underwear and chucked it to the other side of the room. "Mm thank you boys, now who wants to be next?" you said smirking. "Me, I definitely need it" Christopher begged. You enjoyed torturing Christopher more because you could tell he was the type who got what he wanted with ease. So you shot a look at Brandon, "remove your boxers, now". Brandon nodded his head and tried to take his boxers off as quick as possible.  You then jumped on top of him and aligned his hard dick with your soaked entrance. You steadily inserted only the tip in and started moving up and down only on the tip, Brandon moaned out of frustration. "You are so mean nena, not only did you ignore me but you're teasing him like that" Christopher said while rubbing his hands on his hard length. You turned to him, "I don't remember saying you could touch yourself Christopher". Christopher stops instantly in fear of punishment. You smirked and carried on teasing Brandon. Your painfully slow pace on Brandon's tip was torture but you could feel Brandon getting closer to his edge just from this. "Please (Y/N), I cant anymore. I cant." Brandon cried. You felt yourself get tingles just from that sentence, making him weak and begging for more was too much for you that you even craved to orgasm again. In one swift move you moved your pulsing entrance down fast engulfing all of Brandon's throbbing member. "Fuck!" Brandon screamed as I began to go up and down on him at speed. Brandon was getting closer and closer. His high was approaching and he was not able to hold it in any more as you could feel himself throbbing inside you. "Fuck, I'm going to cum." Brandon moaned. It was all so incredible, the way Brandon felt inside you was too much to process. As you could feel Brandon about to release you decided to tease Christopher also. You then grabbed Christopher's fingers and sucked on it slowly, swirling your tongue around it so he felt every movement of your tongue on his fingers. Christopher watched you roll your tongue on his fingers while fucking Brandon into oblivion. Christopher was shocked and his mouth was wide open as his brain couldn't comprehend all of what was happening. Brandon finally released and you rode him until his high was over. You removed Christopher's fingers from your mouth, "Its your turn now papi". Brandon laid there out of breath with his hand over his eyes, he definitely needed a moment or few to regain consciousness. You jumped off Brandon and jumped on top of Christopher. You brought Christopher up to your level so that your sweaty bodies were touching. You grabbed Christopher's hair and pulled it backwards, "How much do you want it papi, how much do you want my pussy. Tell me." you said. Christopher then grabbed me and without notice shoved me down onto his dick. You cried out from Christopher filling you up so abruptly, it was sensational. "I want you bad princesa and I'm not going to wait any longer" Christopher demanded at you. He then flipped you over so you laid on your back and Christopher started going at you hard. He was not going to go easy after all that you have done to him tonight, no more teasing and you loved it. Christopher fucking you hard and fast while you were already so sensitive was killing you, you felt yourself near to cumming. Christopher was not holding back too, he would go all the way out and fuck his big dick into you deeper and harder. You both were getting closer and closer. The edge was coming, it was right there. Christopher then wrapped one hand around your neck and applied a small amount of pressure. This just set you off, that was it you were lost in your high and you were screaming his name. His thrusts became sloppy and you felt his warm liquid filling you up. It was incredible and you were speechless. Christopher removed himself and flopped next to you. You were in the middle of two guys who were incredibly hot and fucked you amazingly well. While you all were attempting to gain your breath back, Brandon quietly said "I was not expecting that to be so good, jesus". You laughed and agreed. "I agree man, I can barely even move right now" Christopher said breathlessly.

As you all laid there, you couldn't help but think [How did I manage to pull this off. That was the best sex I've ever had, I have definitely ruined normal sex for myself now].

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 45)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:4866

Warnings: fluff its a happy day for the reader’s bff! loki gets thrown lol song for this part: Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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As you and Loki made breakfast, you mused, “So I was thinking, before I leave for Nebraska, maybe I should meet your boss.”

“Oh? And why is that?” Loki asked as he bobbed a tea bag in a cup.

“I just feel like I should know who you’re going to be spending so much time with while I’m away. I need to know they can help you if I can’t.”

“Darling, I am perfectly capable of--”

Quickly, your eyes met his, a serious look in them. “I know you can, I’m not talking about physically. Can I just meet them?”

He looked at you for a moment before his face softened. “Yes, of course. We can go today before you head in for work if you’d like.”

“Sounds good to me. It’s my last day with Bruce so…”

“I’m going to miss you dearly,” he suddenly said, a bit of weight to his voice.

You turned back around from the counter, placing your hand on his cheek. “I know. I’ll miss you too.”

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As you headed out the door, you texted Shannon, telling her you were meeting Loki’s boss. She asked if she could come too. You said you’d be delighted to have her there, and before you knew it, you were all outside of Loki’s work.

“Hey! You made it in record time,” you greeted happily, hugging her.

“Yeah, it’s these new shoes Tony made for me,” she responded, showing you her shoe. “Nifty in a jam. Hey, Loki,” she greeted casually.

“Hello,” he said politely back before entering the sanctum.

Just as Loki started to go down one hallway, with you two in tow, a voice sounded from behind you.

“Loki? Shannon?” a deep voice greeted all of you.

All of you spun to face the noise. When your eyes landed on him, you were taken aback. “Stephen?” you gasped, rushing forward to greet him. “Oh my god, it’s been so long.”

“Y/N? I thought that was you,” he commented with a side smile. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his face lighting up.

“I came to see who Loki was working with,” you explained, gesturing back to him. “Get this,” you offered, turning back to Shannon and Loki, standing next to Stephen, “we used to go to college together.”

“I didn’t know you two knew each other,” Shannon commented with a grin.

“Oh yeah, we had physics together,” you informed with a smile up at Stephen.

“Is that so?” Loki mused.

“Oh absolutely,” Stephen said with a huge smile. He threw his arm around your shoulder and said, “In fact, you know, I was gonna ask her out in college. She was everything I dreamed of, back then.”

“Really?” Loki asked, a gleam in his eye.

You laughed, a bit nervous, blushing. “I never knew that,” you said, turning to Strange.

“Yeah, so why didn’t you?” Loki asked with a bit of an edge in his laugh.

“I guess it was just never the right time. You know how it is in college--Well, you don’t, you didn’t go, you know, to college. But it’s just hard to find the time when you’re serious like Y/N and I were.”

“I see,” Loki noted and Shannon picked up on his energy way before you did.

“Well we just wanted to pop in,” Shannon quickly interjected, stepping forward to hook her arm through yours. “So good to see you again, Stephen.” She began to whisk you out of the sanctum.

“Likewise. Feel free to stop by for coffee any time, Y/N, I’d love to catch up,” Stephen called after you. You barely had time to yell a confirmation back before Shannon had fully hauled you outside and out onto the street.

“Jesus, where’s the fire, Shan?” you asked, fixing yourself.

“It’s about to be between you and Loki if you hadn’t noticed,” she quipped, pointing back towards the doors.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Quite the show with Stephen in there. Were you trying to make him jealous or did that just happen?” she asked, beginning to walk.

“Jealous? Loki? That’s kind of impossible,” you muttered. “He’s a magical god with the best cheekbones on the planet.”

“Not to him,” she reminded, almost under her breath. “All I’m saying is… Loki is pretty fragile. He’s insecure. You know this, I know this. He acts like he isn’t, but it’s obvious he is.”

“Right,” you agreed, urging her to continue.

“Which means looking thrilled to see Strange and parading your friendship around in front of Loki before you go off to the middle of nowhere. He’s going to miss you. So any super friendliness you show to another guy, can...you know, send the wrong message,” she noted.

You bobbed your head. “You’re right,” you agreed. “I shouldn’t have done that. I was just so excited to see him. You don’t really think he took it the wrong way, do you?”

She rolled her eyes and began sarcastically, “Noo, not Loki. Take something wrong? Never.” She glanced to you and giggled.

You nudged her playfully as the two of you walked to Stark Tower to begin your day.

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As the days went by so did the countdown to the most talked about wedding. The happy couple was constantly getting bombarded about details for the wedding. At some point Shannon and Tony had publicly given a statement letting people know that it would be a private event for the reception so there would be no access to photos and filming during that time. They did say they’d allow photos after the ceremony as they leave the church so that there would be something to show of the happy couple.

For Shannon the hardest part of this whole thing about planning a wedding was knowing who to make the maid of honor. She’d only ever been close with two women besides her sister and mother, but things had happened and yes she wanted you to be there for her but she also felt that Nat should too.

It was easier for Tony to figure that out for his best man. He and Rhodey went back years, and even though he and Steve got along, Shannon knew he’d pick Rhodey. Of course Tony didn’t want to leave Steve out so he asked him to be a groomsman.

There were only a few weeks left before the big day and Shannon had yet to tell either woman who will be the Maid of Honor, officially. Hopefully neither felt like they were being left hanging. Maybe there would be a chance that both would be the Maid of Honor like Tony had done with the guys she figured that she could do the same now all she had to do was figure out how to let them know.

Shannon called, “JARVIS...”

“Yes, Miss Shannon?”

“What do you think I could do to tell both Natasha and Y/N that I want them to be my Maids of Honor?”

“I would suggest a girl’s day out, and I can have a few of their favorite foods ordered for the evening of relaxation that way you can all enjoy yourselves”

“Sounds like a plan, although if you could have the food sent to my floor that way the boys dont get any ideas about taking the food. Knowing Clint’s sweet tooth, he’ll be trying to grab the desserts.”

“I’ll make sure that Mr. Barton is unaware of the deliveries being made. Have you decided on the dress or shall they choose their own dresses?”

“I believe that they should have a say in what they want to wear to the wedding.”

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Girl’s day as JARVIS had suggested was a success. They all went to get pampered and did some shopping. The day was coming to an end and Shannon was feeling pretty confident that she could ask them both to be Maids of Honor.

“Alright you both know how much I love you right?”

“Well yeah Shannon I know that,” Nat responded.

“Why wouldn’t we know that? You always show us,” you said, a bit confused by her statement.

“Now that we’re all together again and you two are getting to know each other which makes me so happy, here comes the big question.”

There was a bit of a pause, as Shannon flashed her gaze between you and Natasha.

“Come on, spit it out already!” Nat was getting a little flustered not knowing.

“Will you both be my Maids of Honor?” Shannon looked at you and then at Natasha. Both of you were quiet for a moment.

“Are you sure you want me to be a Maid of honor?”  Nat looked a little surprised that Shannon had asked both of them. “I figured you’d want Y/N be it. I already gave the spot and title to her a long time ago. Seriously, I’m happy to be just a bridesmaid."

"I do want to be Maid of Honor. But if you’re up for it, and it makes Shan happy…" You shrugged, hugging yourself.

“Well I didn’t think it would be fair picking one person  or the other. You guys mean the world to me and I want y'all by my side on that day.”

Shannon stared at you and Nat, wanting an official answer.

“I’m happy to be your Maid of Honor, Shan, you know that, of course. As long as Y/N doesn’t feel like I’m stepping on her toes…” Nat replied.

“Not at all,” you assured. “I’m happy to share this with you, if it makes Shannon happy.”

“You realize we’re going to have to plan a bachelorette party, right?” Nat smirked at the idea. She figured she could involve the guys somehow. Turning to you, she asked,  “You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Strippers?" you teased.

“That and more along those lines, but I think we can plan when Shannon is not around.” Natasha figured this could be a good way to get to know each other.

“Please, for the love Stark, nothing crazy, unless it’s a week or two before the wedding!”

“We’ll try but no promises,” you both agreed.

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Two weeks before the wedding and Shannon was still waiting for the girl’s surprise party. She was a little unsure as to what would happen and hoped that none of it was as crazy as she’s thinking it would be. Turns out she was somewhat wrong, not only did they take her out to eat and pick their dresses but after getting home they took her to the training room where it was set up differently than usual. Nat had somehow suckered Steve, Thor, Clint and a few stripper men to give Shannon an exotic show as a way to partially end the night.

Granted, Shannon had never thought Steve of all people would actually do such a thing but it seemed as if he had no other choice in the matter. Thinking that this would stay as a ‘you never speak of this’ type of thing, you had asked JARVIS that he record the night so that years from now they could all look back and laugh. After that little show, Thor had given the ladies some of his Asgardian mead for them to toast and left. The following morning none of the three women were found in their usual rooms. WhenTony asked Al where they could find the three, he showed them all piled up on one of the training mats left in the corner of the training room.

“Hey, Steve, call Bruce to give me a hand, would you? Looks like they’re hungover and I can't carry all three down to Shannon’s floor,” Tony mused to his friend, amused a their behavior.

“Sure thing. I saw him in the kitchen.” Steve left and came back with Banner.

“So what are we doing?” Bruce asked.

“Well after last night's event, Thor gave the girls some of his strong alcohol and they are all piled up in the training room as we speak. I’d like to get them down to Shannon’s floor to rest,” Tony informed the two.

The three men all ended up with someone in their arms to carry down to Shannon’s old floor. They left them all resting in the giant bed and left water and aspirin for when they would wake up.

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Wedding day there had been so many last minute details to cover. In the end, the ceremony had been beautiful and Shannon had looked stunning and as promised the happy couple gave the reporters their chance to take pictures of them as they left the church. The two made a quick stop at a fast food joint because Tony had gotten a craving for cheeseburgers. People were excited when they saw him enter and exit the restaurant with a bag full of food and figured that Shannon would be nearby because everyone knew today was their wedding.

On the ride to the hall Tony and Shannon talked about where they’d want to go on a honeymoon.

“Honestly, Tony I dont mind where we’re going as long as it's just the two of us together.”

“I know but I was hoping to take you somewhere you’d always wanted to visit.”

“Well, we could always go to Bora Bora?”

“Then that's where we’ll go then, Mrs. Stark.” He kissed her hand, full of love knowing he was married to the woman he loved. “Looks like we’re here. Let’s go have some fun.”

“Let’s go then.” The door opened for Shannon and it was Steve who was holding his hand out to help her get out of the car.

He walked her to Tony’s side and then went to open the door for them. As the happy couple entered the hall, many of the guests had already arrived wanting to chit chat with all the other guests. Shannon’s parents had been seated to her right, while the team was on Tony’s left. Everyone in between was seated in seats nearby.

Everyone started to cheer as the music began to play and the Best men and Maids of Honor entered followed by the bride and groom.

“Thank you all for being here to celebrate this wonderful day with us, it means the world that we get to start the next chapter of our lives with you at our side.” Shannon thanked everyone who was there and held her glass of champagne in the air.

“To the happy couple!” Thor cheered loudly and everyone yelled the same.

People began to drop off presents at the table and joining in line to get a chance to hug the happy couple. There was music playing and there was so much laughter and joy with everything that goes on in their lives, this is by far the most relaxed anyone had ever been in a long time.

There was a moment where they had started playing games like removing the garter from the bride and giving it to someone else. The winner ended up being Bruce in that game. They had played who knows who better using the bride and grooms shoes that ended in a tie between Shannon and Tony. There had been dancing and drinking and people were enjoying themselves. People were constantly asking for pictures and asking where the honeymoon would be. Once things were getting mellow, the two figured it would be a good time as ever to cut the cake. They asked one of the waiters to bring the two cakes out so that they could get a bit of energy to continue on partying.

“Alright everyone, we’re about to have the cakes brought out so we can enjoy some sweet treats. Everyone is welcome to the open sweets bar that is being brought out too!” Shannon announced.

“Barton, that means you need to control yourself on the sugar high.” Tony smirked seeing a full grown man pout. “Aww, don’t be sad, Shannon might have a secret stash for you later on.”

Shannon laughed at that. “You know I’m always going to have a little something for you.” Then she pointed to look behind him for his surprise.

Seeing him turn back around and come running was the funniest thing in the world, hopefully someone recorded that.

As you stood nearby to cheer on Shannon and Tony, you suddenly overheard Thor and Loki. Thor was clearly drunk. He’d brought some mead, not to mention it was an open bar that he’d been accessing all night.

“Oh, come on, Loki, you know I’ve always been able to hold more liquor than you. It’s just a fact,” he boasted. He was somewhat quiet, for being drunk, but you could see Loki’s face was already distorted into frustration, so you kept your ears and eyes on them.

“Perhaps, but that was a long time ago. Besides, I graduated school with top marks, can you say the same?”

“I can say that I won every battle I ever went into, including saving your ass.”

Loki’s jaw clenched and you naturally turned more towards their conversation. “I, at least, can say I’ve never been banished from our home,” he responded quietly, his teeth clenched.

“No, just imprisoned for years on Earth.”

“Well, we both know who lost in keeping mother alive, hmm?” he snapped, his face tight with a smile full of rage.

Before you could react or blink, Thor slammed his closed fist into Loki’s jaw, sending him soaring back into the table with the cakes on it, covering both bride and groom in cake, and Loki on top of a broken table. He was clearly embarrassed and you ran over to crouch beside him.

“Are you alright?” you asked, your eyes full of worry.

He looked at you before jumping to his feet, wiping off the cake, apologizing to Tony and Shannon, and began walking off.

“I knew we shouldn’t have invited him,” Tony muttered to Shannon. You turned to them, a look of hopelessness on your face before you followed Loki. He walked out of the main hall where the event was being held, turned down a corridor, and ended up in a rather empty hall, leaning on the wall.

You came up behind him, twiddling your fingers. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” he said firmly.

“Loki,” you tried as you walked up and put your hand on his shoulder. He didn’t react, and finally, you sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought you here. We don’t belong here. Not anymore. I was foolish to think we did. I just thought that since we can’t go back to Asgard...Maybe this could be our home, like it once was for me. But…” You let out a big breath again. “It never will be. That ship has long sailed. We’ll forever be enemies to everyone here.”

He turned to peer at you, anguish in his eyes. “It wouldn’t be, if you weren’t with me. You know I’m the problem, darling, why do you stay?” He brought his hands up to the sides of your face.

“Because I love you,” you said, your face leaning into his hand.

“Maybe that isn’t good enough anymore. You deserve a better life than being treated like this.”

“I deserve a life with you, happy with you, and that’s what I am.”

“Even with your family and friends hating you, hating me?”

“They don’t hate us,” you assured, reaching up to him. “They’re afraid of us.”

“That isn’t much better,” he muttered.

Just then, you heard someone approaching.

“Is everything alright? I just saw you guys come out here I figured something was up after Thor threw you into the cake” Shannon asked looking between the two of them. “Here, Loki I thought you could use a cloth to get the icing off your face.”

He took the cloth gently, wiping himself. “Why are you so kind to us? Clearly everyone else at this event would rather we leave.”

You turned to Shannon. “Yeah, Shan. I know it’s your big day, but maybe Loki and I should go?” you suggested. You didn’t want to leave, not just yet. You wanted to stay, to see your best friend off, but maybe it would be better if you just disappeared.

”Why am I kind to you two? Well Y/N is my best friend all my life, and you Loki, I’d like to think that we have gotten to a mutual understanding.” She looked between the two of them, she could tell that they didn't want to be there any longer than they had to. “But if you two truly feel uncomfortable then you are more than welcome to leave. As much as I’d like you two to stay, I won’t force you. Enjoy the rest of your night guys.” She gave them a warm smile showing them sincerity and started turning back to head inside.

A smile barely twitched at his lips, his eyes going to the floor. Loki looked at you, a look of encouragement in his eyes.

“Shan,” you called. “Wait up. I’d be happy to stay. We just,” you stopped, glancing up to your love, “we just don’t want to ruin your day, that’s all. We don’t want our presence here to sour the atmosphere. You know?” you asked. “I’d love to stay. I’d like nothing more. But… if me leaving means you get the day you deserve, then we can do that.” You gave her a soft, quick smile, the smile not quite meeting your eyes.

Shannon turned around to look at both of you. Her smile faltered a bit but fixed her composure.

“You two could never ruin my day and it’s not even just mine, it’s our day, Y/N/N. We’re celebrating something big. This is a new chapter in all our lives. I'd like for both of you to be a part of it.” She walked over to you putting her arm around your shoulders. “You two leaving tonight wouldn’t give me the day I deserve. It would mean there’s something missing.” Turning to look at Loki and waving him over. “No matter what anyone says, you two will always be welcome and I mean that with all of my heart. Still, it’s up to you both if you want to stay or not. If you do decide to leave I can have a car ready to pick you up and take you home.” She hugged you and pulled back to let you talk to Loki.

You looked to Loki, taking his hand and smiling. The two of you spoke with your eyes quickly before turning back to Shannon and nodding.

“So, now that we’ve ruined one cake, what’s next on the list of events tonight?” you asked with a laugh. “I believe you still need to toss your bouquet,” you reminded, linking your arm through hers as you led her back to the hall, Loki just behind you.

“You just reminded me right now of that! I had completely forgotten.” She laughed walking back into the hall. “I still need to slow dance with Tony. Might be a good time for you two to have a bit of a romantic moment, don't you think?” She bumped her hip with yours.

“That’s not a bad idea,” you mused, thinking of getting to dance with your beloved.

Walking back in you could see people were still having fun, the second cake was still intact so that could get cut and passed around. Looked like Clint might have passed out from too many sweets. Shannon pulled you to the main table to grab the bouquet and grabbed Natasha while they were at it to announce that she would be throwing it in a moment.

“Alright, all my single ladies to the dance floor! Let’s see who's gonna be the next one to get hitched.” Shannon giggled as she walked to the dancefloor. “No cheating ladies, Tony’s got his eye on all of you.” She turned around and everyone began chanting a countdown.

The flowers went up in the air pretty high and Shannon turned around quickly to see who would be the lucky gal. She hoped any of her close friends who were in a relationship would catch it. They were all pushing and moving to try and get to where it would land, little would anyone know that the person to catch it would be you, surprising everyone. You weren’t clamoring to get to it like the other girls were.

“Uh, wow,” you breathed, a feeling that you weren’t sure how to pin down rushed over you.

“Is that good?” Loki asked as he walked up to you, all of the other women leaving the dancefloor with long faces.

Shannon cheered when she saw it land and saw the look of confusion appear in Loki’s face.  When it did, it looked like someone’s going to have to catch him up on human culture. “Congrats, Y/N! Looks like someone better get started on planning a proposal,” she joked, looking over at a flustered Loki when he heard that.

“Pro--Proposal?” he stammered.

“It’s… Whoever catches the bride's bouquet is the next person to get married,” you explained. “It’s a silly superstition,” you tried, attempting to brush off the feelings of awkwardness and the small bout of disappointment in your stomach. You didn’t think Loki would ever feel that way for you. If he did, he certainly hadn’t made it known. You didn’t want him to feel pressured to do it. But you also didn’t know if he’d ever consider you wife material. Sure he loved you, but was that enough? A blush rose to your cheeks. “Shan, what about that slow dance now?” you urged, trying to change the topic of conversation.

Noticing the bit of tension, she agreed and went to go let the Dj know it was time for the dance. When they planned the wedding, she didn’t think there would be a dance routine so she and the girls didn’t pick one.

“Alright, it's time for the newlyweds to join the dance floor for their first song of the night. Later they will have a surprise by the groom and the men,” the Dj announced.

“May I have this dance, Mrs. Stark?” Tony bowed.

“Why of course Mr. Stark, shall we?” She giggled taking his hand.

He led her onto the dance floor and everyone watched in awe as they began moving around to the song breathe by Faith Hill. little by little couples began to join them as well taking the moment to whisper sweet nothings to their partners. Shannon saw Loki grab your hand and lead her to the dance floor. She knew they were made for each other and hoped they ended up together like she did with Tony.

“Sorry for earlier. I know it’s probably way too soon, or too heavy, to be talking marriage,” you noted with a slight laugh.

He gazed down at you with a smile. “I rather liked entertaining the idea,” he informed. “We have lived together out of wedlock for three years now? It might be time,” he joked.

“I’ll leave that decision up to you,” you quietly said before resting your head on his shoulder. “I’ve missed this. Remember when we danced for the first time?”

“You mean when my mother forced me to show you how to do the traditional Asgardian dance?” he asked, and you could hear his eyes roll.

“As I recall, it was beautiful. It was very much worth it to get you to talk to me. You weren’t exactly welcoming back then,” you reminded.

“I only wanted to protect you,” he breathed before lifting your chin. “As I always do.”

You smiled and gave him a long, firm kiss.

Meanwhile on the other side of the dancefloor.

“What’s this about you and the guys doing a surprise?” Shannon asked when she leaned closer into his arms. “You up to something devious like always?”

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see now won’t you? Don’t want you ruining all the practice we’ve done,” he replied, holding her tight and kissing her temple. “I’m so lucky to have found you and to be able to call you my wife.”

“Someone had to make sure you didn’t do anything reckless,” she laughed hearing him attempt to sound offended.

The rest of the night continued in a pleasant, sweet way. By the end of it, Shannon and Tony were sent off glamorously in a sleek black new sports car. They headed towards their private hangar, and they were off on their honeymoon.

Meanwhile, all the Avengers went back to the tower. Most of them were drunk, and passed out nearly as soon as they got there. Except for Steve and Bruce. You joined them all and had a quiet evening with them, chatting for a small bit of time before you and Loki excused yourselves back to your apartment. Steve bid you a goodnight and said you two looked nice this evening. You repaid the compliment. Bruce gave a soft wave and nod before he himself went to his floor to rest offf the festivities.

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[tokoyamisstuff]

Scars Ch. 10 - Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU

Based on the Soulmate Prompt where whatever you write on your skin, it appears on your Soulmate’s.

A/N: You just wait. Enjoy this collection of sweet shorts as long as it lasts. *evil laugh*

[Masterlist]

Summary: You and Bucky are now officially a couple, and the troubles of the beginning is now replaced by your unlimited affection for each other.

Warnings: Implications of sex. Teeny tiny bit of Angst.

Words: 4454

Chapter 10 - Healing

“Holy shit” Bucky whispered softly after opening his eyes, seeing you lying next to him.

You felt his eyes basically boring holes into your skull. Looking at him, you saw his pupils dilated and shining beautifully. God - he had such stunning eyes.

“Huh?” you yawned confused, eyelids still heavy with sleep. The prickling sensation of his touch was still lingering on your skin. “What’s wrong, darling?”

He instantly curled you up in his arms again, deeply inhaling your scent and feeling your bare bodies merging with each other. “You’re still here.”

“Where else should I be?” you laughed at your awkward lover, covering his face in a thousand kisses.

“For a moment I feared I’d wake up and realize it had all been a dream” he mumbled, slowly drifting into sleep again.

He wrapped you into a bear hug, his arm being securely wrapped around your waist. His actions caused your heart to positively melt.

“You’re an idiot, Bucky Barnes.” Never could you have imagined everything turning out to be this wonderful.

No more words were spoken that previous night, but your deeds told more than any syllable could express. Hopefully it would never stop being this way.

“I know. How could I end up with the most perfect woman in the whole wide world?” he chuckled, and the coldness of his metal arm touching your flesh one send a pleasant chill through your body.

Still, you were pretty insecure about your own performance. “I...I hope you enjoyed yourse-”

Bucky quickly caressed your lips with his, signalizing you that the answer was obvious. “This is the happiest day in my whole life, babydoll. Don’t you ever dare doubting that.”

“I love you, Bucky” you said leaning over, and his lips instantly covered yours again, the world seemingly disappear around you.

“Say it again” Bucky murmured, absentmindedly stroking your side.

He had no doubts that he’d never get tired of hearing this.

And it was certain that Bucky would never want to kiss any other lips but yours  ever again.

You chuckled as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, as if you’d never intended on let him go again. “James Buchanan Barnes, I love you more than anything else on this world!” you exclaimed. “You’re kind and strong and wonderful, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you!”

Bucky’s cheeks blushed in a shade of red. Right now, he felt so happy he could explode if he didn’t try and express his feelings for you.

“God, I don’t know how to start about you” he began. His eyes held yours for a moment, and he saw everything clearly. There was simply too much to list it all at once.

He admired everything about you: From the soft lilt of your voice to those perfectly, great round orbs you called your eyes. The sparkle of hope he could see in them whenever you talked about the future, no matter what happened in the past. And you ignited that same ember inside of him.

“Sometimes I think you’re a literal angel” His voice was slow and deep as he kissed your temple. “And I’m afraid that maybe I simply became insane, and just imagining being with you.”

You started stirring in the bed, crawling to lie on top of him. “Well, I’m very much real” you retorted, pinching his nose and snickering at his grimace.

Still, many doubts were stuck to his mind. “I want to become a man worthy of your love” he explained calmly, softly squeezing your shoulder. “I’ll prove it to you every day, for as long as you want me to be at your side.”

“Oh, Bucky, dear...” you pulled his hand towards your face and leaned into his touch. “You already are! I couldn’t be more proud to be your girlfriend!”

“Y/N...I love you too. So damn much.” He didn’t say it quite as much as you did - but when his tongue managed to cooperate with him, it was heartbreakingly meaningful. His eyes held so many emotions you thought you’d collapse under the weight of his love. This was how much he valued you.

“Can you promise me something?” he added shyly, looking at you doe-eyed. How could you ever say no to this man?

“Anything!” you proclaimed, concern showing in your features, worriedly adding “What is it?” after a minute of silence.

“Can...um, I mean...Can you hold my hand whenever I’m afraid?” he muttered under his breath. Oh no - he was shaking again.

You reached out for him, placing your hands on his back and softly digging your nails towards his skin to keep him from having a flashback. “Of course! Always!”

“Good” he whispered, and in an instant, you found your hand into his shaky one.

You grew quite confused. “What are you afraid of right now?”

To Bucky, it was hard to let someone this close to his very core. But he trusted you with all of his being.

“I’m afraid that if I let go of your hand...you’ll disappear.”

Silence.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop having such gloomy thoughts?” you wondered.

Your voice was nothing but a whisper, simply too touched and overwhelmed by his words. Yet it was still the most gracious voice someone has ever directed at him.

As your grip tightened, your words grew firmer again - so he was sure to understand:

“I will never let go.”

Like any couple that’s newly enarmoured, you’d spend most of your days in bed.

You used some of your long due holidays, so you could care for the love of your life. And all of those days were like heaven. Why can’t it stay like this forever?

Not even Steve would bother you much - he’d simply text from many different numbers to assure you he’s fine, and giving you information about how they’re doing. But he couldn’t contact you all that often, since the risk of getting tracked was too high.

“I should take a shower” Bucky said as he gently bit your earlobe, making you sigh in satisfaction.

“Noo” you begged, lying on your back and stretching your arms out for him. “Take me with you!”

“Your wish is my command!” Bucky cheered.

He let out an amused grunt as he happily picked you up and carried you towards the bathroom. “How can a grown woman be so adorable?” he thought as you snuggled up to his chest.

It was pretty funny to see Bucky simply ripping his arm off and putting it on a shelf - but you didn’t mind it, honestly. He seemed a bit uncomfortable about it, though.

“I know it looks weird” he chuckled, but you already embraced your boyfriend again and silenced him with a kiss.

“Do you know how incredibly handsome you are, Mr. Barnes?” you mumbled with a wide grin as you let your hands run down his abs. “There’s no need to be self-conscious about something like that.”

“You’re truly beautiful, inside and outside” Bucky answered as he pulled you into the shower and enjoyed himself soaping your soft skin. He was practically glued to your body this whole time.

After you were done - and you sure took your time - you stumbled into the living room, only covered by a towel around your hair and a giant shirt of his.

You threw yourself onto the sofa while Bucky stood in the kitchen and tried to find something to eat. After two days, it was about time to do something else than just cuddling - and then resume to said activity.

Turning on the TV, the first thing you saw was something unsettling: It was a news report, and even though you didn’t know yet what it was about - seeing your boyfriend’s mugshot wasn’t really a good sign.

“Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier is still on the run. There have been new details found out, and he’s presumed responsible for another explosion in a children’s hospital in-”

And like that, this was enough TV for this week.

“What was that?” Bucky asked innocently as he stepped into the room.

Oh please. As if he didn’t already hear. But maybe he was just daydreaming and didn’t notice. Yet it was hard to believe that a trained soldier forgets about his surroundings that easily.

Your mouth was clamped shut, but then you tried to relax to not concern him any further. “Nothing important” you hummed as he sat down next to you, swinging his muscular arm around your shoulder as he sank into the couch.

Bucky possessed the annoying ability to disable any brain function as soon as he touched you. You were like a little teenager again.

“Where’s your arm?” you asked plainly as you tiptoed your way to the kitchen to get a drink. You weren’t really hungry, but Bucky insisted on you at least getting some fruits and drink enough water. “You can’t live on love and air alone, doll. Take care of yourself” or something like that he said.

“Still on the bathroom sink, I guess.”

“Did I say something wrong, or why aren’t you wearing it right now?” When you entered the room again, you had to remember the way Steve would always walk up to Bucky - like approaching a deer, directly face on, or circling around him.

If you’d try to hug him from behind, or even worse cover his eyes to play ‘Who am I?’, it could accidentally end in him breaking your hands or throwing you over his shoulder and onto the next table. Steve told you about that matter before, to make sure your boyfriend wouldn’t unintentionally hurt you.

You observed his expression, but he did seem relaxed at all. “It’s nothing, really. I just forgot to put it back on. It’s not that I need it that badly.”

“You’re right...” you mumbled as he put his head onto your lap, and you started playing with his hair.

“Y/N, you’re thinking so loudly right now - just say what you want to say.”

“It’s just...By the way, did my letters get shown on that metal arm, then?” you pondered. You had always written with your right hand onto your left arm, so the prosthetic does count, right?

“Yes. Don’t ask me how this Soulmate-thing works. I’m just glad it did.”

“Well...” you mumbled, reaching out for a black marker without disturbing his comfort. Bucky rose one eyebrow as he realized you were coloring a wide part of your shoulder black.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Bucky scolded you, thinking about how bad the chemicals of the marker had to be for your skin.

You simply grinned smugly, ordering “Go to the bathroom.”

Coming back, he had connected the arm to his shoulder again - HYDRA’s star completely censored by your dawing. You chuckled, and soon Bucky joined you.

“I saw how you were glaring at that star this whole time when we were in the shower.”

“Well, most of the time I don’t see it as clearly as when I’m putting it off” he explained himself, moving and twitching the fingers of the prosthetic to get used to the feeling again. “But seeing the symbol reminds me that I was once their possession. Wearing it feels like I still am. I’d prefer the phantom pain over this.”

“You don’t belong to anyone, Bucky” you whispered as you sat on his lap.

“Except for you” he added, smothering your face with kisses, your words having exhilarated him greatly.

“Didn’t you want to make coffee?”

“How the hell am I supposed to do this with that weird machine?” Bucky complained jokingly, but also slightly embarassed. “It tastes fucking weird! Our coffee was way better!”

“Oh, I’m really dating a grandpa” you scoffed, rummaging around your room. “There it is!”

“Where is what?” he whined, still pressing all kinds of buttons.

“Okay, first of all: You’re drinking the cleaning water” you said as you snatched away the mug that the machine filled, after cleaning itself. It really took all of your might to not break out in boisterous laughter.

“Second: This!” You shoved a CD into his face, proudly presenting the headline ‘Best of 1930-1939′.

Bucky’s eyes widened in excitement. “Why are you even owning something like this?”

“My father was a great fan of the music.”

Lately, you were listening to some songs but Bucky didn’t really seem to enjoy. The only thing that got him fired up was ‘Somewhere over the Rainbow’, since he recognized the original song from his times. So you wanted to do him a favour and seek out something more fitting for him.

You could only imagine how hard it was to wake up after seventy years, with everyone you knew gone and all the things you enjoyed now ‘obsolete’.

“You’re the best!” he yelled, hugging you deeply and pulling you up slightly, making you hover over the ground.

After he’s let you down again, you crossed your arms and winked. “So...are you showing me how to dance properly?”

“If you teach me how to use the coffee machine, sure!” he chuckled as he put on a song he remembered pretty well. It was ‘In the Mood’ by Glenn Miller.

He was simply too cute when he’s overly excited about anything. And lately, this was very often the case.

Bucky had quickly seen the walls he had built around himself starting to crumble - and ever since you’re a couple, it was like you had used a sledgehammer to completely break it down.

He laughed freely, made many stupid jokes and was amusingly flirty. And especially - he’s grown so needy, searching your closeness and attention every free second. Seeing him like this helped you to overcome your painful past as well.

“I can’t dance for heaven’s sake” you admitted, looking down to your feet - but Bucky already interwined his hand with yours, and placed your free hand on his sternum.

“No problem” he whispered quite amused, pulling you close for a breathtaking kiss and biting your bottom lip ever so softly. “Just follow my lead.” You managed to keep your balance enough to place yourself in front of him in a stable stand, until he began to sway you gently.

It felt really funny - to be swirled around the room so easily by your lover. And even though you thought Bucky to wallow in memories, he couldn’t help but only think about how lucky he was to call you his Soulmate.

How often have you tripped on his feet already? And now, you got stuck on the carpet and tripped. Before you could fall over, Bucky swiftly shoved you into his arms again, just inches apart from the floor.

“I’m always here to catch you from now on” he promised, out of breath from dancing so enthusiasically. “You better get used to it.”

“Thanks, Buck” you said, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Coffee?”

“I’d love to.” He gave you the cheekiest smile, helping you put your feet on the ground again.

“I’m sorry” he said on your way to the kitchen,  “I still have to catch up on things. And, well...I don’t always get what’s going on around me”

You brushed his shoulder gently, reassuring him “Don’t worry. It was probably hard to reclaim this small fraction of your past.”

Bucky nudged you a little before walking over to the kitchen..“Oh, I want to let the past be the past - just like you said” he cheered, a goofy smile plastered to his lips. "Ya’ know...being with you almost made those years of torture worth it!"

"Not funny, Mr. Barnes” you frowned, poking his side.

“I’m back!”

You threw your bag into a corner, but instead of instantly falling into the bed as you hoped to, you had to search for Bucky first. Why wasn’t he there?

This whole day, you could only thing about what you’d give to be with him right at that moment. So you kinda hoped he would be awaiting you in your bedroom when you’d arrive home.

“Buck?” When you stuck your head in the kitchen door, you found him.

One of the world’s most deadliest assassins stood in your kitchen, cleaning up what he just cooked. He was so concentrated on the meal, he didn’t even hear you. So you’d simply walk up to him and dare to hug him from behind, your heartfelt laughter resonating against his back.

You just had to laugh at the thought of what HYDRA would do if they could see their agent right now: Their precious Winter Soldier, built for destruction only - wearing your apron and looking at you, all sweet and insecure.

“Welcome back, Sugar!” he greeted you, and you pulled him down and went for a messy kiss. A heavy sigh escaped his lips and your face became scarlet, still happy about those small moments.

Sometimes you felt bad for not being as flawless as him, but he actually misses having some imperfections - marks of individuality they erased from him.

“I missed you” you reciprocated his hug and you felt the usual heat radiate off him, instantly warming your body. “Still quite the ladie’s man, huh?” you snickered as you apprechiated his efforts. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Well, I know a thing or two from back in the days. Only the best for my amazing girlfriend” he mumbled as he placed his head on top of yours, his hands playfully wandering over your body.

After dinner, you’d snuggle on the couch with Bucky’s body lying on top of you, his cheek falling against the fabric of your shirt as you played with his hair. The TV was running in the background, but neither of you was really paying attention.

It was so peaceful, so wonderful. Some might think it’s boring, but you couldn’t ask for anything better. You were with the love of your life, and he could calm down from his troublesome life right here - together.

“I wish we could go outside. I’d love to show you so many things...” Of course you already teached him as much as you could about modern society, but it’s just nothing like seeing it yourself. And Bucky’s curiosity could be so damn sweet to watch.

“Maybe one day...” he pondered, thinking about his plans. Before he met you, he never really thought about the future. But now it was kinda pleasant to think about shaping his life with you. “God, I’d love to visit Brooklyn with you some day. I bet I could still show you some wonderful places, even though it changed quite a lot.”

The voice of a news reporter interrupted you. “There’s still no sign of Bucky Barnes, also known as the Winter Soldier, who-”

You picked up the remote in less than a second, wanting to switch the channel - but Bucky’s hand kept you from doing so.

“It’s okay, I can take it.”

Taking a deep breath, you started slightly massage his back and kiss his hair, preparing yourself for what’s to come.

“After his terroristic attack on the UN headquarters in Vienna, HYDRA’s most effective assassin is still on the run. Ever since the incident, he’s presumed responsible for an attack on a children’s hospital in Germany, a mass shooting in Texas and also the assassination of an influential politician in Russia. If you have any hint to his whereabouts, please do not approach him directly. He’s hostile, violent and very dangerous-”

Then, you finally managed to turn off the TV. Your hands never ceased from his body, and you could feel him tense and shift as he whispered “Seems like they make me responsible for everything bad happening in the world now...”

“Oh Bucky...” you pressed him against your chest, trying to not show too much compassion. You knew he hated this. But right now, it broke your heart - the fact that this kind, sensitive man is seen as a maniac by the rest of the world.

He glid upwards to meet your face, his forehead resting against yours. Leaning forwards until your lips met his, you hoped the kiss was enough to quell the anxiety in him - as well as your own.

“I love you, Bucky Barnes. No matter what the rest of the world may think.”

Your words were invigorating, relief filling his body from head to toe.

Yet he didn’t have the heart to tell you that his hopes to once have a normal life with you one day were close to zero.

But still: He’d never let go off of that chance, no matter how small. Bucky pulled you back into a hug, squeezing the life out of you.

“I’m so lucky to have you on my side.”

At first, you were unaware what caused you to wake up. But then you noticed the way Bucky’s heavy breathing was breaking the silence of the night.

He sat on the edge of the bed, face buried in his hands as he tried to get it together. He felt bad for always waking you up. You were working - you needed to get some rest. And he didn’t want to bother you with his problems.

“Nightmare again?” you whispered with a voice as soft as silk, your hands sliding over his bare back.

Bucky’s slow nod told you you were right, so you let your chin rest on his shoulder. “Wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t want you to know the details to the horrible things I did in the past.”

“Why?” Now your hands fondled both his arms, and you tried to sync your breath with his.

“You’d be disgusted. Y/N, you’ll hate me.”

“And this is where you are wrong” you protested, a sweet smile playing on your lips. “I could never hate you.”

Bucky looked up to you with a puppy’s eyes - tears filling their rim.

“Bucky, sweetheart...the thought of you suffering so much, without me being able to help...it’s tearing me apart. You’re here, with me - so I’d be damned if I’m about to sleep peacefully, while you are having nightmares! We get through this together, okay?”

His azure gaze wandered around in the room, not being able to find the right words. He didn’t want you to feel bad. But he was so afraid you’d leave him once you knew the full consequences of his actions.

So many important people’s lives he took. People who could’ve shaped history if they were to have a long life. Woman and children as well. Weapons stolen so HYDRA could use them. Terroristic attacks to spread fear among a certain population, widening the radius of HYDRA’s power. Innocent people taken out just because they were wittnesses by accident. The list was neverending...

You peppered kisses along his jaw, offering him your support. “I won’t push you, Buck” you whispered as you caressed his cheek. “But when you’re ready to talk about it...well, I’m there for you. I won’t leave you. No matter what happens - or happened.”

Being with you still felt so unreal to him. Like it’s part of another torture: Giving him the best thing that could ever happen to him, the epitome of happiness - just so it’d be taken away from him eventually.

“It’s just...I-, I keep remembering new things. Most of them are terrible crimes I’ve done. The people in the news aren’t even wrong. All of this could’ve been me, if you consider the person I was a few years ago.”

“Incorrigible” you breathed as you dragged him into the bed again, his arms instantly swung around your small body in a protecting manner. He really was beyond help when it’s about blaming himself for HYDRA’s actions.

“Sorry that you woke up because of me” he said, looking at you apologetic.

Taking a deep sigh, you asked yourself if he really thinks that you’d be annoyed or even angry at him for such a triviality. It was really hard to know what’s going on in his head.

For some reason, you tried to change the topic - but you were pretty bad at doing so, if not making everything worse.

“You know, there’s no day I don’t think about my parents.”

Bucky felt his heart beating painfully against his sternum, understandable alarmed by your statement.

“Now don’t look at me like that” your lips fluttered along his as you formed those words. “What I meant was: I think they would’ve simply loved you. You’d be their image of the perfect son-in-law, probably.”

“I killed them, Y/N.” He felt his own tears slip again.

“No, you didn’t.” Your words were harsh and unforgiving at his self-hate. “The Winter Soldier did. Why can’t you separate between those two? I can, Bucky. What happened to my parents is horrible, and I miss them so painfully. But I think they’d forgive you - just as I did. My father would probably be very proud that an honourable, reliable and brave young man calls himself my partner. They’d trust you to treat me well and protect me. And so do I. I can’t live without you. Please, don’t make me lose you, too!”

“Y/N...” Before he could disagree, you pressed your lips onto his.

“All this struggle, just to be at your side - and it was worth it” you whispered.

Bucky was so damn confused. What did he do to deserve someone like you - the most amazing woman he’s ever met?

Forgetting HYDRA’s training and growing close to this new world and their people was so damn hard, and ended up in him having panic attacks from while to while. Even while sleeping next to you. But there was no need to feel this way - as long as you were there. He’d always calm down eventually.

“Can I wake you up whenever I have a nightmare? I don’t know if I can talk about it, but-”

“First of all: Of course you can. And second: You don’t need to talk. Are a hot chocolate and some snuggles more to your taste?” You tapped his nose affectionately, and your smile was so bright, Bucky thought it could illuminate the whole room.

Being this close to the person he loved most made his body relax quickly, and he already felt sleep embracing him again.

With you at his side, he’d be okay. Everything would work out just fine.

His fight was over. He finally returned home. Home was wherever you were.

A content sigh made it’s way to your ears as Bucky closed his eyes again, burying his scruffy face into your neck.

“I’d love that.”

[Part 11]

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[coffee-for-himchan]

Awkward(ly) Cute Family Dinner  & Festive Preparations Gone Wrong with B.A.P

(A/N) So.. Let’s rant.

I know I originally made a poll, but, like.. Never again. Now I kinda feel guilty, because there were people who voted for these two that didn’t win as well, and now I felt like I had to write these too. I intended to do both setsof scenarios today, but yesterday evening I got sick with a fever and a sore throat. So, because I’m not feeling all that well, I decided to do a half-and-half instead, with hyung line having one scenario and maknae line the other.

A bit of a rollercoaster ride, but I hope you like it!! ^.^

Awkward(ly) Cute Family Dinner - hyung line

-YONGGUK-

“(Y/N) has told us how you’re the one writing lyrics for your group, and for your solos as well.”

That was a good thing, right? He simply looked over, answering something among the lines of “Aah, yes” , and took another forkful of the delicious meal your mother had prepared for the dinner.

“Say, I have listened to a few of those.. Where do you get inspiration to write such things?”

He almost choked on his food then and there.

His brain refused to cooperate as he tried to think of the right words to say, but could only stutter in return. Oh god, we was so bad at leaving first impressions, and that’s what made him so nervous, because he couldn’t mess this one up.

“So yeah, there’s different types of songs. For, let’s say, Wake Me Up displays how unrighteous and emotionless modern society had become, drowning out all that is creative and replacing it by neat copies of the same factory-sealed views and beliefs.”

“On the other hand, something like X is about a cute date I’d planned with your daughter, yet the only thing that turned out to be cute about it was the weak and pouty voice she called me in next morning because she was unable to move or walk after a night like that-”

He felt your fingers intertwining with his under the table, and took it as a “babe, you’re thinking and not speaking again.” So, clearing his throat, he tried to speak. Appropriately this time, that is. 

“There’s two recent singles - Honeymoon and Hands Up. Honeymoon displays my views on how life should be treated as a colorful thing, and how troubles can always somehow be overcome. Hands Up, on the other hand, is about believing in yourself and your dreams which is what I’ve tried to do since early age. All those lyrics are really just my thoughts put out on paper. Nothing more and nothing less.”

And as your parents looked satisfied with the answer and even told him how they thought he was well worded and with a quite right perception of the world, he let out a quiet, barely-there relieved sigh.

“See? Ain’t that hard,” you whispered to him, hearing him chuckle.

“My brain went straight to thinking about X though-”

“Yongguk-ah, don’t you dare!”

-HIMCHAN-

His confidence had been drained today, which didn’t help at all.

His smiles only seemed half as charming, and you knew it was because he was stressed. He was usually good at meeting people and leaving good impressions. Always talkative and fun, but he had one slight issue that always haunted him.

A mind full of insecurity and fears of saying wrong things, because he often let questionable phrases slip here and there, making brows rise at his statements.

“Himchan-ah,” you saw your parents engaging in their own conversation, and leaned over to him, whispering his name two times before finally catching his attention.

“Hey, are you alright-”

“Yeah, sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” he tried to force a smile, but you knew him better. If there was no eye dimple on display, there was no real smile there either.

“Stop stressing about it. Everything’s going nice. Just be yourself and they’ll love you,” you told him, and he nodded, trying his best to believe.

“How’s the dinner?” your mother asked after a while, earning praise for having cooked a really nice meal.

“How are you managing living with her, Himchan? Last time I checked, (Y/N)’s cooking wasn’t all that good-”

“Mom!” you shouted back, yet everyone was already chuckling at you and your lack of cooking ability.

“It’s not the worst either, actually,” Himchan answered, and you were glad that at least someone was on your side, “But, whenever I have time, I’m usually the one cooking anyways. Or we both do it together.”

“Ooh,” you heard your mother say, and saw as she threw your father a glance, “Do you hear? And all you keep telling me is that men can’t cook, which is why you won’t even try. There’s living proof sitting right across of you that they can.”

Chuckles filled the room again as your father admitted he might’ve been wrong, and as you glanced over at Himchan, you figured he was getting a little bit more at ease with the situation.

He was smiling, and the eye dimple was on full display. So all was going uphill.

-DAEHYUN-

“You’re so quiet,” you poked his side, laughing a little too loud as he jumped and almost dropped his fork on the plate.

“(Y/N), do I really have to scold you for giving Daehyun a hard time!?” your mother who had seen it all rose a brow at you, and you let out a happy protesting sound.

“But mom! He’s being so quiet I have to do something about it!! He’s actually the opposite of how he’d acting now!”

“I’m just a little nervous, it’s nothing,” he smiled a heartwarming smile at your mother, trying to read her facial expression.

He was holding back so hard from being his regular self. He knew you adored loud, annoying Daehyun, but he knew that this personality of his might come off as too easy-going and not proper enough. And he wanted to leave the right first impression, really.

“Don’t be. In fact, I might know a way to make it a little easier for you.”

You and Daehyun both leaned in to listen carefully. Your mom was up to something, as the second she started talking, you wanted to vanish from the table. Fall through the ground  Run away in shame or something - it didn’t matter. As long as you would get away from there as soon as possible.

“The way she poked you like that - there was this boy once when they were still in elementary school, and she was head-over-heels crushing on him-”

“Noo, mom, stop right there!! Please!!”

“So, and she always poked him like this, magically thinking that it was a way of showing affection or something. I even got calls from the teachers to make her stop doing it, because she was annoying the poor lad so much he didn’t want to go to school-”

“Mooom, stop embarrassing me! I really didn’t know how love worked back then, okay!?” you cried out, hiding your face in your hands.

“Looks like you still don’t know how it works. You poke me all the time,” Daehyun chuckled, and your reflexes made you poke him so he would shut up.

Laughs filled the room at your initial reaction, and, even though you were beyond embarrassed, you saw how Daehyun was slowly turning to show his true colors. And that was all that mattered, even though it was achieved through digging up repressed memories.

Festive Preparations Gone Wrong - maknae line

-YOUNGJAE-

“Youngjae-ah.. What do you mean by “I kinda ruined the tree?””

“N-nothing,” he flashed you a smile, yet his frantic tries to not let you into the living room, blocking the door with his whole frame and outstretched hands made it pretty bloody obvious something had gone terribly wrong. If it wouldn’t have, he would be his normal, slightly cocky and charismatic self.

“It looks like you’re trying to hide something from me though,” you smirked, taking a step closer and seeing how he flinched a little, “Or are my eyes fooling me?”

“They probably are, because all is fine and I’m acting completely normal..” he looked away, scratching the back of his head and squirming when your arms wrapped around his neck lightly.

“You seem so tense,” you cooed at him, face at an inappropriately close distance, playing him in a way he never refused to be played because he loved it so damn much, “Let me help you with it.”

Without any chance to pull away - and without any desire to do so - he felt your lips pressing onto his in a soft and firm fashion at first. Yet as your hands tangled into his hair and your tongue moved mischievously, asking to be let in, he kind of lost control. His mind fogged, and he let himself be lead by you, not noticing how one of your hands sneakily trailed down his body and went past him, reaching for the door knob, opening the door without a single sound.

“How’s that?” you stared up at him with dreamy eyes, biting your lip to prevent any laughter from escaping you.

“Absolutely amazing-”

“Yeah, unlike your tree,” you said, and only now he realized you’d opened the door, and frantically turned around to face the living room, with you wrapping your arm around his waist and joining in.

“How did you even-”

“Don’t ask. I tried to place the star, and it wouldn’t stand straight. So I cut the tree a little, but it was still crooked when I put it on. And then I had to cut a few top branches, because it looked stupid, and… And yeah, here we are. I’m aware it looks stupid. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he heard you say, and looked at you in confusion, “At least it’s original. I’ve never had such a weirdly shaped tree, but, like.. It’s fine. It will make me laugh out loud every time I look at it.”

“Thank god, I thought you’d kill me,” he sighed in relief, causing you to chuckle.

-JONGUP-

All went fine, until you heard a quiet, cracking noise. And all lights, accompanied by all electronics in the house, went out.

“Jongup-ah!!” you called for him, yet at the same time his name left your lips, you heard him groan in the other room.

“Jongup-ah, forget it,” you told him as you appeared in the living room doorway, your phone’s flashlight directed at his frame that was seated on the floor, tangled in Christmas lights.

“I told you that you can’t possibly put this many lights on at the same time.”

“Oh, I somehow will,” he sounded as annoyed as ever, and you only chuckled at him and his desperate tries to make the room look like Christmas paradise. Leaving him to be, you didn’t think much when you went back into the kitchen. You thought he would wander back outside to fix the electricity, and would come back to try and connect too many electronics for the electricity network to handle, constantly making it break down again. Yet as darkness was still there after circa ten minutes, you started worrying.

“Jongup-ah-” you had wandered outside to take a look at what he was doing just to see sparks flying everywhere out of the switchboard.

“Nope, nope, nope, forget it,” he quietly muttered and hurried over to your side, watching the last few sparks flying by and, as everything had gone silent, sighing in defeat.

“See, what did I tell you?”

“The truth, I guess,” he scratched the back of his head, peaking out of the doorway to throw the switchboard a final look, “But it doesn’t really matter. I messed up and we’re left without electricity for Christmas.”

He sighed, hanging his head down low. You could easily see right through him - he was blaming himself, which, to be honest, was right - he was to blame. Yet you didn’t want him to feel bad, because, after all, his intentions were good.

“Hey, look at it from the bright side,” you wrapped your arms around his waist, making him direct his full attention at you, “I have some lights that run on batteries lying around. And tons of candles. The dinner had been made already, and we can go have, like, a romantic meal or something instead of the regular boring Christmas dinner.”

And he looked beyond grateful for such a turn of events, giving you a sweet little kiss and tons of gratefulness in the form of hugs, “thank you’s” and smiles.

-JUNHONG-

“So.. How much do you love me?”

You looked at him, all alarms immediately kicking off at his innocently fluttering eyes and his little, mischievous smile

“I’m about to love you a little less than I did, or so it seems,” your stare that followed him around as he made his way to you looked suspicious, and he chuckled nervously, wrapping his arms around you and swinging your frames from side to side.

“You won’t,” he gave you a cute eskimo kiss before giving you the real thing, “You’ll always love me just as much.”

“Even after you..”

“.. Even after I burned the chicken in the oven.”

You groaned, hearing another nervous chuckle escape him. He was such.. Such a disaster in the kitchen. Why did you even leave him there to take care of dinner?

“Remind me again, why did I leave a kid unattended in the kitchen?” you questioned, seeing as he pouted at being called a kid, “Because I really don’t remember. Aah, Junhong-ah.. Why are you so.. I don’t know.. Clumsy? Inattentive? You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know,” he looked away, and you saw guilt straining his eyes, “I don’t know. It just happened, and I’m sorry.”

“Eh, I know you are,” you told him, scooting closer and burying your face in his chest as he smiled and tightened his grip, “I was just kinda looking forwards to chicken. But mistakes happen. Don’t break your head and heart over it.”

As you stood there with him, realization about something else hit you.

“Junhong-ah.. You did take the burned chicken out and turn off the oven, right?”

“I.. Guess,” he stared back cluelessly as you eyes widened, “I don’t remember.”

“You have to be kidding me,” you escaped his grip, hurrying to the kitchen in order to check and being closely followed by him and his stream of apologies.

“Junhong-ah, do you wanna burn the house down or what!?”

[mrs-dragneel-stark-solo]

Unforseen Chasm (Part 45)

Part 45 of Unforseen Chasm 

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 4866 Warnings:  fluff its a happy day for the reader’s bff! loki gets thrown lol song for this part: Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93​​ what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

As you and Loki made breakfast, you mused, “So I was thinking, before I leave for Nebraska, maybe I should meet your boss.”

“Oh? And why is that?” Loki asked as he bobbed a tea bag in a cup.

“I just feel like I should know who you’re going to be spending so much time with while I’m away. I need to know they can help you if I can’t.”

“Darling, I am perfectly capable of--”

Quickly, your eyes met his, a serious look in them. “I know you can, I’m not talking about physically. Can I just meet them?”

He looked at you for a moment before his face softened. “Yes, of course. We can go today before you head in for work if you’d like.”

“Sounds good to me. It’s my last day with Bruce so…”

“I’m going to miss you dearly,” he suddenly said, a bit of weight to his voice.

You turned back around from the counter, placing your hand on his cheek. “I know. I’ll miss you too.”

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As you headed out the door, you texted Shannon, telling her you were meeting Loki’s boss. She asked if she could come too. You said you’d be delighted to have her there, and before you knew it, you were all outside of Loki’s work.

“Hey! You made it in record time,” you greeted happily, hugging her.

“Yeah, it’s these new shoes Tony made for me,” she responded, showing you her shoe. “Nifty in a jam. Hey, Loki,” she greeted casually.

“Hello,” he said politely back before entering the sanctum.

Just as Loki started to go down one hallway, with you two in tow, a voice sounded from behind you.

“Loki? Shannon?” a deep voice greeted all of you.

All of you spun to face the noise. When your eyes landed on him, you were taken aback. “Stephen?” you gasped, rushing forward to greet him. “Oh my god, it’s been so long.”

“Y/N? I thought that was you,” he commented with a side smile. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his face lighting up.

“I came to see who Loki was working with,” you explained, gesturing back to him. “Get this,” you offered, turning back to Shannon and Loki, standing next to Stephen, “we used to go to college together.”

“I didn’t know you two knew each other,” Shannon commented with a grin.

“Oh yeah, we had physics together,” you informed with a smile up at Stephen.

“Is that so?” Loki mused.

“Oh absolutely,” Stephen said with a huge smile. He threw his arm around your shoulder and said, “In fact, you know, I was gonna ask her out in college. She was everything I dreamed of, back then.”

“Really?” Loki asked, a gleam in his eye.

You laughed, a bit nervous, blushing. “I never knew that,” you said, turning to Strange.

“Yeah, so why didn’t you?” Loki asked with a bit of an edge in his laugh.

“I guess it was just never the right time. You know how it is in college--Well, you don’t, you didn’t go, you know, to college. But it’s just hard to find the time when you’re serious like Y/N and I were.”

“I see,” Loki noted and Shannon picked up on his energy way before you did.

“Well we just wanted to pop in,” Shannon quickly interjected, stepping forward to hook her arm through yours. “So good to see you again, Stephen.” She began to whisk you out of the sanctum.

“Likewise. Feel free to stop by for coffee any time, Y/N, I’d love to catch up,” Stephen called after you. You barely had time to yell a confirmation back before Shannon had fully hauled you outside and out onto the street.

“Jesus, where’s the fire, Shan?” you asked, fixing yourself.

“It’s about to be between you and Loki if you hadn’t noticed,” she quipped, pointing back towards the doors.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Quite the show with Stephen in there. Were you trying to make him jealous or did that just happen?” she asked, beginning to walk.

“Jealous? Loki? That’s kind of impossible,” you muttered. “He’s a magical god with the best cheekbones on the planet.”

“Not to him,” she reminded, almost under her breath. “All I’m saying is… Loki is pretty fragile. He’s insecure. You know this, I know this. He acts like he isn’t, but it’s obvious he is.”

“Right,” you agreed, urging her to continue.

“Which means looking thrilled to see Strange and parading your friendship around in front of Loki before you go off to the middle of nowhere. He’s going to miss you. So any super friendliness you show to another guy, can...you know, send the wrong message,” she noted.

You bobbed your head. “You’re right,” you agreed. “I shouldn’t have done that. I was just so excited to see him. You don’t really think he took it the wrong way, do you?”

She rolled her eyes and began sarcastically, “Noo, not Loki. Take something wrong? Never.” She glanced to you and giggled.

You nudged her playfully as the two of you walked to Stark Tower to begin your day.

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As the days went by so did the countdown to the most talked about wedding. The happy couple was constantly getting bombarded about details for the wedding. At some point Shannon and Tony had publicly given a statement letting people know that it would be a private event for the reception so there would be no access to photos and filming during that time. They did say they’d allow photos after the ceremony as they leave the church so that there would be something to show of the happy couple.

For Shannon the hardest part of this whole thing about planning a wedding was knowing who to make the maid of honor. She’d only ever been close with two women besides her sister and mother, but things had happened and yes she wanted you to be there for her but she also felt that Nat should too.

It was easier for Tony to figure that out for his best man. He and Rhodey went back years, and even though he and Steve got along, Shannon knew he’d pick Rhodey. Of course Tony didn’t want to leave Steve out so he asked him to be a groomsman.

There were only a few weeks left before the big day and Shannon had yet to tell either woman who will be the Maid of Honor, officially. Hopefully neither felt like they were being left hanging. Maybe there would be a chance that both would be the Maid of Honor like Tony had done with the guys she figured that she could do the same now all she had to do was figure out how to let them know.

Shannon called, “JARVIS...”

“Yes, Miss Shannon?”

“What do you think I could do to tell both Natasha and Y/N that I want them to be my Maids of Honor?”

“I would suggest a girl’s day out, and I can have a few of their favorite foods ordered for the evening of relaxation that way you can all enjoy yourselves”

“Sounds like a plan, although if you could have the food sent to my floor that way the boys dont get any ideas about taking the food. Knowing Clint’s sweet tooth, he’ll be trying to grab the desserts.”

“I’ll make sure that Mr. Barton is unaware of the deliveries being made. Have you decided on the dress or shall they choose their own dresses?”

“I believe that they should have a say in what they want to wear to the wedding.”

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Girl’s day as JARVIS had suggested was a success. They all went to get pampered and did some shopping. The day was coming to an end and Shannon was feeling pretty confident that she could ask them both to be Maids of Honor.

“Alright you both know how much I love you right?”

“Well yeah Shannon I know that,” Nat responded.

“Why wouldn’t we know that? You always show us,” you said, a bit confused by her statement.

“Now that we’re all together again and you two are getting to know each other which makes me so happy, here comes the big question.”

There was a bit of a pause, as Shannon flashed her gaze between you and Natasha.

“Come on, spit it out already!” Nat was getting a little flustered not knowing.

“Will you both be my Maids of Honor?” Shannon looked at you and then at Natasha. Both of you were quiet for a moment.

“Are you sure you want me to be a Maid of honor?”  Nat looked a little surprised that Shannon had asked both of them. “I figured you’d want Y/N be it. I already gave the spot and title to her a long time ago. Seriously, I’m happy to be just a bridesmaid."

"I do want to be Maid of Honor. But if you’re up for it, and it makes Shan happy…" You shrugged, hugging yourself.

“Well I didn’t think it would be fair picking one person  or the other. You guys mean the world to me and I want y'all by my side on that day.”

Shannon stared at you and Nat, wanting an official answer.

“I’m happy to be your Maid of Honor, Shan, you know that, of course. As long as Y/N doesn’t feel like I’m stepping on her toes…” Nat replied.

“Not at all,” you assured. “I’m happy to share this with you, if it makes Shannon happy.”

“You realize we’re going to have to plan a bachelorette party, right?” Nat smirked at the idea. She figured she could involve the guys somehow. Turning to you, she asked,  “You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Strippers?" you teased.

“That and more along those lines, but I think we can plan when Shannon is not around.” Natasha figured this could be a good way to get to know each other.

“Please, for the love Stark, nothing crazy, unless it’s a week or two before the wedding!”

“We’ll try but no promises,” you both agreed.

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Two weeks before the wedding and Shannon was still waiting for the girl’s surprise party. She was a little unsure as to what would happen and hoped that none of it was as crazy as she’s thinking it would be. Turns out she was somewhat wrong, not only did they take her out to eat and pick their dresses but after getting home they took her to the training room where it was set up differently than usual. Nat had somehow suckered Steve, Thor, Clint and a few stripper men to give Shannon an exotic show as a way to partially end the night.

Granted, Shannon had never thought Steve of all people would actually do such a thing but it seemed as if he had no other choice in the matter. Thinking that this would stay as a ‘you never speak of this’ type of thing, you had asked JARVIS that he record the night so that years from now they could all look back and laugh. After that little show, Thor had given the ladies some of his Asgardian mead for them to toast and left. The following morning none of the three women were found in their usual rooms. WhenTony asked Al where they could find the three, he showed them all piled up on one of the training mats left in the corner of the training room.

“Hey, Steve, call Bruce to give me a hand, would you? Looks like they’re hungover and I can't carry all three down to Shannon’s floor,” Tony mused to his friend, amused a their behavior.

“Sure thing. I saw him in the kitchen.” Steve left and came back with Banner.

“So what are we doing?” Bruce asked.

“Well after last night's event, Thor gave the girls some of his strong alcohol and they are all piled up in the training room as we speak. I’d like to get them down to Shannon’s floor to rest,” Tony informed the two.

The three men all ended up with someone in their arms to carry down to Shannon’s old floor. They left them all resting in the giant bed and left water and aspirin for when they would wake up.

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Wedding day there had been so many last minute details to cover. In the end, the ceremony had been beautiful and Shannon had looked stunning and as promised the happy couple gave the reporters their chance to take pictures of them as they left the church. The two made a quick stop at a fast food joint because Tony had gotten a craving for cheeseburgers. People were excited when they saw him enter and exit the restaurant with a bag full of food and figured that Shannon would be nearby because everyone knew today was their wedding.

On the ride to the hall Tony and Shannon talked about where they’d want to go on a honeymoon.

“Honestly, Tony I dont mind where we’re going as long as it's just the two of us together.”

“I know but I was hoping to take you somewhere you’d always wanted to visit.”

“Well, we could always go to Bora Bora?”

“Then that's where we’ll go then, Mrs. Stark.” He kissed her hand, full of love knowing he was married to the woman he loved. “Looks like we’re here. Let’s go have some fun.”

“Let’s go then.” The door opened for Shannon and it was Steve who was holding his hand out to help her get out of the car.

He walked her to Tony’s side and then went to open the door for them. As the happy couple entered the hall, many of the guests had already arrived wanting to chit chat with all the other guests. Shannon’s parents had been seated to her right, while the team was on Tony’s left. Everyone in between was seated in seats nearby.

Everyone started to cheer as the music began to play and the Best men and Maids of Honor entered followed by the bride and groom.

“Thank you all for being here to celebrate this wonderful day with us, it means the world that we get to start the next chapter of our lives with you at our side.” Shannon thanked everyone who was there and held her glass of champagne in the air.

“To the happy couple!” Thor cheered loudly and everyone yelled the same.

People began to drop off presents at the table and joining in line to get a chance to hug the happy couple. There was music playing and there was so much laughter and joy with everything that goes on in their lives, this is by far the most relaxed anyone had ever been in a long time.

There was a moment where they had started playing games like removing the garter from the bride and giving it to someone else. The winner ended up being Bruce in that game. They had played who knows who better using the bride and grooms shoes that ended in a tie between Shannon and Tony. There had been dancing and drinking and people were enjoying themselves. People were constantly asking for pictures and asking where the honeymoon would be. Once things were getting mellow, the two figured it would be a good time as ever to cut the cake. They asked one of the waiters to bring the two cakes out so that they could get a bit of energy to continue on partying.

“Alright everyone, we’re about to have the cakes brought out so we can enjoy some sweet treats. Everyone is welcome to the open sweets bar that is being brought out too!” Shannon announced.

“Barton, that means you need to control yourself on the sugar high.” Tony smirked seeing a full grown man pout. “Aww, don’t be sad, Shannon might have a secret stash for you later on.”

Shannon laughed at that. “You know I’m always going to have a little something for you.” Then she pointed to look behind him for his surprise.

Seeing him turn back around and come running was the funniest thing in the world, hopefully someone recorded that.

As you stood nearby to cheer on Shannon and Tony, you suddenly overheard Thor and Loki. Thor was clearly drunk. He’d brought some mead, not to mention it was an open bar that he’d been accessing all night.

“Oh, come on, Loki, you know I’ve always been able to hold more liquor than you. It’s just a fact,” he boasted. He was somewhat quiet, for being drunk, but you could see Loki’s face was already distorted into frustration, so you kept your ears and eyes on them.

“Perhaps, but that was a long time ago. Besides, I graduated school with top marks, can you say the same?”

“I can say that I won every battle I ever went into, including saving your ass.”

Loki’s jaw clenched and you naturally turned more towards their conversation. “I, at least, can say I’ve never been banished from our home,” he responded quietly, his teeth clenched.

“No, just imprisoned for years on Earth.”

“Well, we both know who lost in keeping mother alive, hmm?” he snapped, his face tight with a smile full of rage.

Before you could react or blink, Thor slammed his closed fist into Loki’s jaw, sending him soaring back into the table with the cakes on it, covering both bride and groom in cake, and Loki on top of a broken table. He was clearly embarrassed and you ran over to crouch beside him.

“Are you alright?” you asked, your eyes full of worry.

He looked at you before jumping to his feet, wiping off the cake, apologizing to Tony and Shannon, and began walking off.

“I knew we shouldn’t have invited him,” Tony muttered to Shannon. You turned to them, a look of hopelessness on your face before you followed Loki. He walked out of the main hall where the event was being held, turned down a corridor, and ended up in a rather empty hall, leaning on the wall.

You came up behind him, twiddling your fingers. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” he said firmly.

“Loki,” you tried as you walked up and put your hand on his shoulder. He didn’t react, and finally, you sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought you here. We don’t belong here. Not anymore. I was foolish to think we did. I just thought that since we can’t go back to Asgard...Maybe this could be our home, like it once was for me. But…” You let out a big breath again. “It never will be. That ship has long sailed. We’ll forever be enemies to everyone here.”

He turned to peer at you, anguish in his eyes. “It wouldn’t be, if you weren’t with me. You know I’m the problem, darling, why do you stay?” He brought his hands up to the sides of your face.

“Because I love you,” you said, your face leaning into his hand.

“Maybe that isn’t good enough anymore. You deserve a better life than being treated like this.”

“I deserve a life with you, happy with you, and that’s what I am.”

“Even with your family and friends hating you, hating me?”

“They don’t hate us,” you assured, reaching up to him. “They’re afraid of us.”

“That isn’t much better,” he muttered.

Just then, you heard someone approaching.

“Is everything alright? I just saw you guys come out here I figured something was up after Thor threw you into the cake” Shannon asked looking between the two of them. “Here, Loki I thought you could use a cloth to get the icing off your face.”

He took the cloth gently, wiping himself. “Why are you so kind to us? Clearly everyone else at this event would rather we leave.”

You turned to Shannon. “Yeah, Shan. I know it’s your big day, but maybe Loki and I should go?” you suggested. You didn’t want to leave, not just yet. You wanted to stay, to see your best friend off, but maybe it would be better if you just disappeared.

”Why am I kind to you two? Well Y/N is my best friend all my life, and you Loki, I’d like to think that we have gotten to a mutual understanding.” She looked between the two of them, she could tell that they didn't want to be there any longer than they had to. “But if you two truly feel uncomfortable then you are more than welcome to leave. As much as I’d like you two to stay, I won’t force you. Enjoy the rest of your night guys.” She gave them a warm smile showing them sincerity and started turning back to head inside.

A smile barely twitched at his lips, his eyes going to the floor. Loki looked at you, a look of encouragement in his eyes.

“Shan,” you called. “Wait up. I’d be happy to stay. We just,” you stopped, glancing up to your love, “we just don’t want to ruin your day, that’s all. We don’t want our presence here to sour the atmosphere. You know?” you asked. “I’d love to stay. I’d like nothing more. But… if me leaving means you get the day you deserve, then we can do that.” You gave her a soft, quick smile, the smile not quite meeting your eyes.

Shannon turned around to look at both of you. Her smile faltered a bit but fixed her composure.

“You two could never ruin my day and it’s not even just mine, it’s our day, Y/N/N. We’re celebrating something big. This is a new chapter in all our lives. I'd like for both of you to be a part of it.” She walked over to you putting her arm around your shoulders. “You two leaving tonight wouldn’t give me the day I deserve. It would mean there’s something missing.” Turning to look at Loki and waving him over. “No matter what anyone says, you two will always be welcome and I mean that with all of my heart. Still, it’s up to you both if you want to stay or not. If you do decide to leave I can have a car ready to pick you up and take you home.” She hugged you and pulled back to let you talk to Loki.

You looked to Loki, taking his hand and smiling. The two of you spoke with your eyes quickly before turning back to Shannon and nodding.

“So, now that we’ve ruined one cake, what’s next on the list of events tonight?” you asked with a laugh. “I believe you still need to toss your bouquet,” you reminded, linking your arm through hers as you led her back to the hall, Loki just behind you.

“You just reminded me right now of that! I had completely forgotten.” She laughed walking back into the hall. “I still need to slow dance with Tony. Might be a good time for you two to have a bit of a romantic moment, don't you think?” She bumped her hip with yours.

“That’s not a bad idea,” you mused, thinking of getting to dance with your beloved.

Walking back in you could see people were still having fun, the second cake was still intact so that could get cut and passed around. Looked like Clint might have passed out from too many sweets. Shannon pulled you to the main table to grab the bouquet and grabbed Natasha while they were at it to announce that she would be throwing it in a moment.

“Alright, all my single ladies to the dance floor! Let’s see who's gonna be the next one to get hitched.” Shannon giggled as she walked to the dancefloor. “No cheating ladies, Tony’s got his eye on all of you.” She turned around and everyone began chanting a countdown.

The flowers went up in the air pretty high and Shannon turned around quickly to see who would be the lucky gal. She hoped any of her close friends who were in a relationship would catch it. They were all pushing and moving to try and get to where it would land, little would anyone know that the person to catch it would be you, surprising everyone. You weren’t clamoring to get to it like the other girls were.

“Uh, wow,” you breathed, a feeling that you weren’t sure how to pin down rushed over you.

“Is that good?” Loki asked as he walked up to you, all of the other women leaving the dancefloor with long faces.

Shannon cheered when she saw it land and saw the look of confusion appear in Loki’s face.  When it did, it looked like someone’s going to have to catch him up on human culture. “Congrats, Y/N! Looks like someone better get started on planning a proposal,” she joked, looking over at a flustered Loki when he heard that.

“Pro--Proposal?” he stammered.

“It’s… Whoever catches the bride's bouquet is the next person to get married,” you explained. “It’s a silly superstition,” you tried, attempting to brush off the feelings of awkwardness and the small bout of disappointment in your stomach. You didn’t think Loki would ever feel that way for you. If he did, he certainly hadn’t made it known. You didn’t want him to feel pressured to do it. But you also didn’t know if he’d ever consider you wife material. Sure he loved you, but was that enough? A blush rose to your cheeks. “Shan, what about that slow dance now?” you urged, trying to change the topic of conversation.

Noticing the bit of tension, she agreed and went to go let the Dj know it was time for the dance. When they planned the wedding, she didn’t think there would be a dance routine so she and the girls didn’t pick one.

“Alright, it's time for the newlyweds to join the dance floor for their first song of the night. Later they will have a surprise by the groom and the men,” the Dj announced.

“May I have this dance, Mrs. Stark?” Tony bowed.

“Why of course Mr. Stark, shall we?” She giggled taking his hand.

He led her onto the dance floor and everyone watched in awe as they began moving around to the song breathe by Faith Hill. little by little couples began to join them as well taking the moment to whisper sweet nothings to their partners. Shannon saw Loki grab your hand and lead her to the dance floor. She knew they were made for each other and hoped they ended up together like she did with Tony.

“Sorry for earlier. I know it’s probably way too soon, or too heavy, to be talking marriage,” you noted with a slight laugh.

He gazed down at you with a smile. “I rather liked entertaining the idea,” he informed. “We have lived together out of wedlock for three years now? It might be time,” he joked.

“I’ll leave that decision up to you,” you quietly said before resting your head on his shoulder. “I’ve missed this. Remember when we danced for the first time?”

“You mean when my mother forced me to show you how to do the traditional Asgardian dance?” he asked, and you could hear his eyes roll.

“As I recall, it was beautiful. It was very much worth it to get you to talk to me. You weren’t exactly welcoming back then,” you reminded.

“I only wanted to protect you,” he breathed before lifting your chin. “As I always do.”

You smiled and gave him a long, firm kiss.

Meanwhile on the other side of the dancefloor.

“What’s this about you and the guys doing a surprise?” Shannon asked when she leaned closer into his arms. “You up to something devious like always?”

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see now won’t you? Don’t want you ruining all the practice we’ve done,” he replied, holding her tight and kissing her temple. “I’m so lucky to have found you and to be able to call you my wife.”

“Someone had to make sure you didn’t do anything reckless,” she laughed hearing him attempt to sound offended.

The rest of the night continued in a pleasant, sweet way. By the end of it, Shannon and Tony were sent off glamorously in a sleek black new sports car. They headed towards their private hangar, and they were off on their honeymoon.

Meanwhile, all the Avengers went back to the tower. Most of them were drunk, and passed out nearly as soon as they got there. Except for Steve and Bruce. You joined them all and had a quiet evening with them, chatting for a small bit of time before you and Loki excused yourselves back to your apartment. Steve bid you a goodnight and said you two looked nice this evening. You repaid the compliment. Bruce gave a soft wave and nod before he himself went to his floor to rest offf the festivities.

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Dope (Lauren/You) - Chapter 5: Learning to Listen

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Was there some sort of hex put on me? Out of all the classes she could have moved to, it had to be this one. My English class mates weren’t as bothered as I was, but they didn’t have a reason to be. Maybe Evelyn would switch places, and I could be seated next to them instead of Lauren.

It would have been fine if the desks were individual like they are in math, but noo, these ones were adjoining. I could hear her breathing, that’s how close she was sat. There was even a spare seat in the row in front of me, why didn’t she go there? And what the hell was that cocky smirk about? If Lauren was trying to get on my nerves, it was working.

“Since it’s a Monday and I know how you all love them,” Mrs. Banks began, “you’ll all be assigned a speaking presentation.”

Simultaneous groans around the room all merged into a long one, and I audibly face palmed.

“Oh, don’t be like that! It’s a partner project, it’ll be fun,” she tried encouraging us, only to have an even louder encore of groans returned.

“Do we at least get to choose our partners?” I asked out loud and heard a low snort from Lauren, as if she was saying, how petty.

“Where’s the fun in that? I’ll be choosing your partners, that way, you can get to know your peers.”

Those words made me roll my eyes to the back of my head. There was a reason why I didn’t talk to each person in the room, I would have by now if I wanted to. She would probably pair me with Lauren; with the luck I was having today, it seemed likely.

“Lauren, you can work with Y/N,” she said straight off the bat, then proceeded to pair everyone else up. Why was I not surprised?

“Fancy the chance of that, buddy,” the green-eyed girl smugly.

Sighing heavily, I gritted my teeth together in frustration. Just ignore her. I tried checking my phone as a distraction but saw no new notifications, so I put it away again.

“Y/L/N, you do realise you’re going to have to speak to me, right? This is a partner project,” she cocked her head to the side and faced my side profile.

God, was it really necessary for her to be this arrogant? Two can play at that game. Swivelling around in my chair to face her, I plastered on the most fake smile I could muster.

“Well until that dreadful time comes, I’m doing just fine ignoring you,” I winked back at her, just like she had done moments ago. Then I went back to facing the front with a straight face. Thankfully, she didn’t attempt to make another snide remark.

Everyone else was chatting with their partners across the room, and that left Hallie, Evelyn and Lyla clueless to my situation. Somehow though, Hallie and Evelyn were paired with each other, whilst Lyla got matched with her crush. Lucky. Me on the other hand, I was left with the last person I want to talk to.

“Alright, settle down class. I still have to explain what you are required to do,” our teacher hushed us, going on to explain the requirements.

Just when I thought today couldn’t infuriate me even more, I found out we had to prepare in our own time. That meant alone time. Outside of school. With Lauren. Her triumphant grin was mocking me in my peripheral vision.

The presentation is worth 20% of our final grade, and if that means having to talk to her, then I can manage. It’s only a week. I need to set boundaries on strictly work talk, and make it clear I don’t want to discuss anything else. On the bright side, she’s insanely clever. That’s the only positive to this whole mess.

Our teacher had given us the rest of the lesson to get started on our work, where we had to analyse 5 poems in depth and give feedback on it. Straight away, everyone moved places to sit with their partner, and I remained seated. The classroom filled up with chattering quickly, like I had just entered a busy restaurant.

“Sooo…” Lauren trailed off, “what’s your number?”

“Excuse me?” I laughed at her random question.

“You know, there’s this little thing that phones have so that you can message. It’s kind of a must for communication, then again, I’m not sure you know what that is,” the Latina said sarcastically with her arms casually folded.

“I know what a phone number is, and I think we both know why I’m avoiding you. So you can stop with whatever game you’re trying to play,” I answered back and maintained a frosty glare.

She shook her head with a laugh, one that showed she was amused. What was so funny? “Listen, whether you like it or not, we’re partnered up. It’s going to be pretty hard to work together if we can’t communicate outside of school. So this time I’ll ask nicely — before you punch me in the throat. Please may I have your phone number?” after her mini rant, she held out her phone towards me.

I looked up at her briefly then down at her phone, staring at it for a few seconds. Damn it, she had a point. She might have been annoying the hell out of me, but she was right.

“Fine.”

Taking her phone in my hands, I tapped on “create new contact” and saved myself as “Y/N is dope af and she’s the coolest person ever”. I inwardly giggled because of my own joke, and I handed her the phone back.

“Seriously? Couldn’t limit it to just your name?” she said seriously, but I could tell she wasn’t mad from the smile in her eyes.

“You’re the one who handed your phone over, you brought it upon yourself. No changing it, or I’ll ignore your messages, too,” I ordered, although it was fairly obvious it was a joke.

Since the party, that slightly less hostile attitude was the only interaction that wasn’t awkward. It felt nice not having to dislike her, but for the rest of the lesson, I swiftly went into work mode. Her smug attitude had toned down, but there was still hints of it.

I decided that I wouldn’t try ignoring her, and instead be civil. It was a win on both sides. The assignment would get done, and I wouldn’t have to suffer the tension of it. It would only last a week, I kept reminding myself. I can cope with being tolerant for that long. Hopefully, she would do the same.

After school had finished and I went home, I received a text from Lauren which read, “I’ll be over in 10 minutes.”

Before English had ended, we both agreed to her coming over to my house the same day. It was then I discovered that we live within close proximity to each other. We both wanted to get the assignment out of the way, and concluded that we would meet after school for an hour.

I felt like our brainwaves were on the same frequency; we would ace this presentation.

As I walked into the kitchen I spotted my mom. And as always, she was trying to experiment in baking something new. Macaroons this time, nice.

“Hey, Mom, just letting you know that a classmate is coming over. We have an assignment we have to do together,” I informed her. The macaroons had actually turned out pretty well, that was rare.

“This classmate, hm? Is he nice?” my Mom asked intrigued, and she nudged me with her elbow teasingly.

“First off, it’s a girl. And secondly, ew. We’re going to be in my room for an hour, please don’t embarrass me,” I pleaded.

She laughed at my begging. “Okay, okay. Don’t worry, sweetie, I won’t mortify you. I was going to tell you to keep the door opened, I know what you 17 year olds are li—”

“Mom!” I exclaimed in humiliation. I felt so uncomfortable, even my cheeks had heated up a little.

“You didn’t let me finish. But since it’s a girl, I’m fine with it. If it was a guy, your dad would have been the most of your worries,” she concluded.

I chuckled nervously and felt the warmth returning to my cheeks. “Y-yup, it’s just a girl. No need to worry.” A few seconds later, a knock sounded at the door. “That must be her, I’ll come down later for dinner when we’re done.”

I opened the door to see none other than Lauren Jauregui, who was wearing her signature black leather jacket along with dark clothing to match. We exchanged small greetings, and I quickly introduced her to my Mom before she could embarrass me. After we eventually went upstairs, she perched herself on top of my bed, legs crossed, and looked at me.

“Before we start, are you finally going to apologise to me?” Lauren asked seriously.

A/N: You can find my Wattpad here where it’s updated faster.