#request 2163

[lostdrarryfics]

Hello, I'm looking for a fic where Harry is a bartender (he owns the club). A muggle client wants to see a football game, and then in the TV is Draco playing for the french team, I think that Harry has a little mental breakdown for seeing Draco again, but he has an oc character that is his friend helping him, I don't remember more, maybe it was a one-shot but I'm not really sure, it was on AO3! Thanks in advance

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[jenna0rtega27]

G!p Jenna x actress reader smut. Where they have to film a sex scene and they both get turned on?

Mutual desires

Thank you for asking

18+

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

(For your request I decided that the actresses were going to be porn stars so the scene will be a pornographic scene. I hope you will like it)

Warning: Jenna g!p, pure smut, blowjob, Jenna and reader are pornstars, fingering, spitting, penetration, public sex, unprotected sex, mention of real pornstar

Summary: Request

Note: This is my first smut so sorry if it's rubbish but I'll get better with time.

Number of words: 2163

Masterlist

You are a big porn star. You have directed numerous films with several women including Dani Daniels, Abella Danger, Veronica Rodriguez and many other super stars. She had several threesomes, foursomes, masturbation.

But today you are going to have a whole new experience, you have never fucked with a man. But today you are not going to fuck a man, you are going to fuck a woman with a cock.

Jenna Ortega, the most popular woman in pornography since she was born with a penis. You dreamed of doing a shoot with her because you fantasized about her for so long, you masturbated while watching her videos. And according to you. She is the most beautiful woman in the world.

So there you are, sitting on the bed with Jenna sitting right next to you.

“So the three of you will watch TV and you will be able to start your scenes. I want it to be intense, sensual, I want people who watch this video to have their mouths watering. » Said the director.

You both nod.

“1, 2, 3, action!” »

You watch a movie sitting on your back leaning on the headboard with Jenna who is close to you. You can feel his thighs touching yours. The excitement grew more and more. And what you didn't know is that it was the same feeling on Jenna's side. She watched you on her screen while you fucked other girls and she always wanted to be in their place. But now that her dream has come true, she will take good care of you. Even if it's to play, she wanted to convey her desire for you and that's exactly what she's going to do.

After a few seconds of watching the movie, Jenna turns off the TV and turns to face you with her legs crossed. You look at her with a look of desire.

“What if we played truth or dare? » Jenna asks with an intense look that could make anyone die.

“Okay” You respond and turn to be in the same position as Jenna. »

“So truth or dare ~Y/n~” You’re practically drooling from the way she said your name.

You pretend to think and say “Dare”

Jenna smirked. “Give me a striptease” Jenna drops her lip looking into your eyes.

You get up from the bed and walk forward and start moving your hips sensually. You have very short white shorts on so Jenna can practically see your ass. You lower yourself like a pro and lightly shake your butt. Jenna brings her index finger to her mouth and places her teeth on the tip. She'd be lying if she said she didn't like the view.

Once the action is finished, return to your seat. Jenna looks at you with so much lust, you can feel your cheeks blush. You have never blushed for an actress. But Jenna is a whole different story.

“So Jenna, truth or dare? » You ask, lightly biting your lower lip which Jenna didn't miss and found so sexy.

“Dare my beauty. »

“Give me a hickey.” » You say with as much desire as Jenna.

Jenna approaches you and to spice things up, she straddles your knee and holds your jaw with her right hand. The other hand finds itself in your hair and pulls it lightly with desire.

The young brunette approaches your neck excessively slowly to tease you. She sticks her tongue out and licks a wet, warm stripe from the base of your neck to your ear and pulls at your earlobe. She continues to lick you three more times before placing her lips and sucking on your neck. You are overwhelmed with pleasure. You place your hands on Jenna's hips for more contact. After her hickey, Jenna licks the part that is starting to show to relieve the pain and removes herself from your knee to put herself back in her place. Her eyes never left the place where she sucked.

You're so hot right now. This is the first time a woman has given you so much pleasure during a scene.

“Truth or dare baby?” »

“Dare” You reply practically out of breath.

" Take off your clothes. And I want to see you completely naked. »Jenna replies

You stand up and slowly begin to take off your top. You keep eye contact with Jenna in the process. You then take off your shorts and you are now only in your underwear. Without losing visual contact, you take off your bra and leave your breasts bare.

Jenna's mouth waters when she sees your breasts. Your nipples harden from the air touching your breasts.

You then slowly take off your panties and sit on the bed completely naked. Even though it's just a shoot, you can feel Jenna's desire for you as she admires your naked body.

“Jenna truth or dare?” » You ask, gently massaging your right breast to tease Jenna.

" Action. »

“Come suck my tits.” »

Jenna walks over to you and reaches out to massage your breasts. The petite brunette brings her mouth closer and gently bites your left nipple to tease it. Then, she licks your nipple and then gently sucks it. The other hand massages your right breast.

You let out a moan and place a hand on the back of Jenna’s head. Jenna smiles at your breasts and looks up to make eye contact with you. She continues to lick, suck and bite your breasts without losing eye contact. She then moves on to the other breast and does the same treatment. She walks away and wipes her mouth.

" Truth or Dare? » Asks Jenna

“Action” Jenna smirks at you.

“Give me a pittance”

You approach Jenna and lay her down so that her head is on the pillow. You slowly remove her pants so that she is in her boxers. You could see the bulge and it turned you on like crazy. You take off his boxers and admire Jenna's beautiful cock. It wasn't big but it was thick. You take his penis in your hand and

started to pump gently. You position yourself between his legs and lie on your stomach. You look up to see a little Jenna already looking at you and squirming under your touch.

You lower your face so your mouth is just above the tip of his penis and continue pumping. Precum comes out of his tip and you lubricate the entire length of the penis.

You open your mouth and start to suck Jenna gently. You move your head up and down without going too far at the moment. Jenna lets out a small moan. She places a hand on your head and caresses your copper-hair with her black-scripted nails.

You continue to suck and pump with your hand. After a few more pumps, you decide to go faster. You move your head up and down faster and massage his balls with your free hand. Jenna lets out a bigger moan.

“My god my cock feels so good in your mouth.” Aaah mmmh” Said Jenna closing her eyes in pleasure.

You try to go the furthest and Jenna's cock hits the back of your throat making you gag but you continue.

Then you remove your mouth from his cock and replace it with your hand to suck his balls. Jenna was shaved all over so they were very smooth.

Jenna felt herself coming. She was trying to hold on but with a girl sucking her cock like an expert was difficult.

“I’m going to cum.” » Jenna said as she moaned more and more.

“Moan into my mouth baby. » You respond and you put his cock back in your mouth and suck it. You move your head up and down super fast and pump the base.

Jenna pulls the sheets so hard her knuckles turn white. After a few seconds, Jenna releases his thick cum into your mouth. You moan at the spectacular taste and continue sucking it until the last drop. You swallow and you look at Jenna who glares at you with desire.

You sit up and notice that Jenna's cock is still big and hard.

" Truth or Dare? » You ask, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“We don’t care about the game,” Jenna whispers loudly enough for you to hear.

A smirk appears on your lips. Jenna grabs your waist and turns you so that you are now lying on your back with your head on the pillows and Jenna is between your legs lying on top of you.

" I want you so much. » Jenna said, her face two centimeters from yours. You can feel his breath on your cheek. His breath that smells like cherries.

“Then take me.” » You whisper, looking at his lips and then his eyes.

Jenna immediately places her lips on yours for a searing kiss. His hands are on your cheeks and yours are on his bare buttocks. You squeeze her ass and Jenna moans into the kiss.

Jenna puts her tongue out to ask for access and obviously, who are you to refuse. You open your mouth and let Jenna's tongue explore the inside of your mouth. His tongue caresses yours with so much sensuality. Then you grab his tongue between your lips and start sucking his tongue like when you sucked his cock. Jenna lets out a moan.

During the kiss, Jenna lowers her hand and gently rubs your clit with her middle finger to make you more wet so as not to hurt yourself while penetrating you. You leave a moan in Jenna's mouth.

Jenna smiled into the kiss. After she feels you are wet enough for her cock, she lets go of your clit and grabs her cock. She pumps it a little and aligns her penis in the entrance to your vagina. She strokes his cock up and down to get his tip wet. You moan and stop the kiss unable to focus on Jenna's swollen lips.

After making her tip very wet, Jenna penetrates you gently. You groan. Jenna keeps thrusting until her entire cock is completely inside you. You move your hands to her back and Jenna kisses your neck. Once you got comfortable with her size, Jenna began to move her hips gently. You moan his name and scratch Jenna's back with your nails.

“My cock feels so good in your pussy baby.” » Jenna says as she starts to go faster. You continue to moan every time Jenna enters you.

" Go faster. " You say.

Jenna nods. To get a more comfortable angle, Jenna sits up and goes faster. She lifts one of your legs and places it on her shoulder and hits you. You groan at the speed. Your pleasure has reached its peak. You've never been fucked so well.

With her free hand, she squeezes one of your breasts and squeezes it. She then pulls the nipple which makes you scream.

The only sounds in the room are the slapping of skin and Jenna's penis entering the wetness of your vagina. You continue to moan loudly. “I’m going to cum soon.” » You say in a groan.

“Cums for me baby.” » Jenna says and quickly rubs your clit with her index and middle fingers to help you through your climax.

After a few seconds, your back arches and you cum on Jenna's cock. The little brunette continues to fuck you until you finish cumming. Once finished, Jenna slowly pulls his cock out. You moaned from the withdrawal but watched as Jenna pumped her cock to cum all over you.

“I’m coming too. » Jenna moaned as she pumped hard.

After a few more pumps, Jenna moans loudly as she squirts cum all over your stomach. You moan and with your index finger you scoop up the cum and put it in your mouth to swallow. You let out another moan at the taste.

Jenna then lies on top of you and you pretend to be asleep to finish the scene.

“Cut!” You girls were great. The spectators are going to be so excited. It was absolutely the best porn I have ever seen. » Exclaims the director as the cameramen put away their equipment.

" THANKS. » You say, smiling and putting your clothes back on. Everyone leaves the room and leaves you and Jenna to get dressed.

Jenna moves dangerously closer to you. “If you want, I would like to see you again without a camera. » Said Jenna with as much desire as when you made love.

“I would love to, yes. » You say and Jenna smiles kissing you languorously.

Jenna comes out of the room once she's all dressed and blows you off.

“I definitely want to see her again. » You say to yourself.

What’s certain is that it wasn’t the last time with Jenna.

[lucius-the-sinful]

System Alliance Dossier: Zafir Daedlock

D.O.B: April 11th, 2143

P.O.B: Luna

Rank: Captain

Classification: N7 Infiltrator

Status: Active

Psychological Profile: Daedlock's dedication and effectiveness is highly respected by most leadership within the Alliance. However, due to events during his service, he is restricted from participating in tours within the Terminus System unless approved by Admiral Steven Hackett.

Pre-Service History: Born on a Luna military base to Commander Einar Daedlock and Saadiya Daedlock. Before the First Contact War, his father was on tour in Shanxi, his family living on the colony. Commander Einar was killed in action during first contact, and Daedlock's mother and sister were killed in crossfire on an escape vessel.

Notable Records:

-N7 Designation, Interplanetary Combatives Training as of 2163.

Tours of Duty: RESTRICTED

-2161 Arcturus Station Security detail and special operative training as part of the Interplanetary Combatives Academy.

-2162 Europa Patrol and reconnaissance (recommended showing exceptional dedication, integrity, and leadership ability)

-2163 Arcturus Station Graduated at the N7 level with honors.

[[SECURITY CLEARANCE DETECTED, AUTHORIZING....]]

-2165 Camala Led the ground team to evacuate Kahlee Sanders

-2168 SSV Hyderabad Led the assassination of Eluam Ran'perah and destruction of the Tunerron on Alsages

-2170 SSV Einstein Rescue and recovery of the Mindoir colony

-2171 SSV Leipzig Commanding officer; sabotage of a batarian slaver vessel in the Viper Nebula

-2171 Earth Removed from duty at the request of the Citadel Council

-2176 SSV Agincourt Led sabotage team to take down batarian communications during the Skyllian Blitz

-2183 SSV Normandy Assigned under the command of Commander Shepard as a special agent

[seidenbros]

Hi! I hope you're having a nice day, I was wondering if you were still taking requests?

I’m transmasc and I’m going through a bit of dysphoria this week and i was wondering if you could maybe do a eddie x trans! Reader? It can be smut or just fluff write as you like! :))

Hello love 💖 Believe me, I sat here with big teary eyes when i read that an wanted to give you a hug. And then I went to writing, thinking about how to do this, since it's nothing I have personal experience with, and I wanted to treat this topic with the respect it deserves. So I really hope I'm not stepping on anyone's toes, especially because everyone experiences dysphoria in different ways. So I really hope I didn't fuck this up and you can find some comfort in this one. Word Count: 2163 Pairing: Eddie Munson x Trans!Reader Warnings: angst, fluff, gender dysphoria, crying, soft Eddie💖

Trust

Eddie knows that something is wrong, that something is going on in that pretty head of yours, but he cannot figure out what it is. The last couple of days, you’ve been acting distant, trying to steer clear of him, haven’t let him kiss or even hug you. When he asked you to come over, you always said that you were busy, had some stuff to do, but you might drop by later. Later never happened. Instead, you stayed in your room, alone with your demons, because you didn’t want to put this on Eddie, didn’t want to pull him down with you.

Eddie got to know you as a guy, you even introduced yourself to him with your new name, nervous as fuck, but Eddie simply smiled at you, shaking your hand and welcoming you to the group. After feelings were developing between the two of you, you knew that you had to tell him - and you wanted that as well, but you were still nervous about it. You should have known Eddie well enough at that point to know that he didn’t care. And he didn’t. When you told him, he simply gave you that smile that warmed your whole body from the pit of your stomach and made you all giddy.

“I care about you as a person, doesn’t matter what you are, alright?” He took a step towards you, taking your hands in his and lifting them. “Besides, you could probably knock me out with those hands.” He was exaggerating, you knew that, but it still made you chuckle. “I might just have to step back if you tell me you’re actually a wolf or something.”

“Now you’re being silly,” you chastised him, but it was followed with a chuckle.

“Maybe I am,” he said, pulling you towards him by your hands. His right hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head just enough so he could put his lips on yours. The butterflies you’d felt before, increased to a whole damn zoo inside your belly, when you kissed him back, hands moving over his chest up into his hair, holding him to you.

Yeah, your first kiss with Eddie was actually perfect, nothing like the ones you’d had with other people before. Maybe, because you were finally feeling like yourself, maybe because it was Eddie. Maybe, it was just the combination of everything. Most of all, though, the fact that Eddie liked you just the way you were.

And now you’re trying to remember that, but there’s just this voice inside your head that makes you question everything, and instead of talking to Eddie about it, you’re shutting him out. It’s not fair, you know that, but you don’t want to  lay all that heavy stuff on him. You still want to see him smile, want to see him happy, and not being dragged down right along with you. What you don’t realise is that it’s you who makes him happy, and without you… he’s just miserable.

That’s why he’s on his way to you now. Even though you told him that you were busy, he wants to check up on you, the last couple of days leaving him so worried, that he just has to see for himself that you’re alright. But when he takes one look through your bedroom window and sees you curled up on your bed, he knows that you’ve definitely been bullshitting him.

Eddie sighs, cursing himself that he didn’t check up on you sooner, but he’s here now at least. His right hand comes up to rasp against the glass, eyes firmly on you. Your body twitches for a moment before you lift your head, looking over the window, tears clearly clouding your vision a little. When you stare at him a moment too long, he speaks loud enough for you to hear through the closed window.

“Open up, or do you want me to break in?”

That gets you moving. Your feet hit the floor with a thud, the boxers hang low on your waist, the shirt is one you practically nicked from Eddie so you had his smell in your nose. Your hands come up to brush away the tears before you open the window for him to climb inside.

“That’s what you call being busy?” Eddie says with a grin, trying to lighten the mood, but it’s completely lost on you. God, he immediately feels awful for opening his big mouth.

“Sorry,” you simply mumble, turning around, walking back over to your bed to sit down on the edge. While you didn’t want to have Eddie around in the first place, you can’t deny that you’re glad to see him, to be in his presence, because he always makes you feel better.

“No, don’t be sorry… I’m sorry. I was just trying to be funny or something.” Eddie runs a hand through his hair, making it stand up a little bit. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?” He steps up to you, steps between your legs, reaching out his hand to tilt your face up so he can look at you. But you’re not looking at him, your eyes cast down, suddenly feeling very small.

“I’m okay… it’s nothing.” You shake your head, getting out of his touch, your tongue coming out to wet your lips.

“Don’t bullshit me, please!” Eddie takes a step back again, reaching for the chair to sit down on it, leaving some distance between you, because you’re obviously not comfortable with being this close to him. You usually were, craved his touch even, but right now… “I know that something’s been going on for days, but I thought you’d come to me and tell me when you were ready, but you didn’t. And I’m so fucking worried about you… Please, love, just… talk to me!”

It is the desperation in Eddie’s voice that breaks you heart, makes you look up at him.

“It’s not easy to explain…”

“I’m very patient, you know that.”

“Yeah…” And you do. You do know that he is patient, giving you all the time you need, accepting your limits, when you’re too nervous to take it a step further, even when Eddie is painfully hard in his pants. He always assures you that it’s okay and that he can take care of himself when he’s alone. Because he likes you.

“I’m just… I don’t know. I look in the mirror and don’t really see myself, you know? I see the person I don’t want to be anymore, if that makes sense.” You rub a hand over your face. “The moment my hair gets a little too long, I see that little girl I once was… that I still am. I mean, it’s all still there.” You gesture towards your body, and Eddie slowly understands. He gets up from the chair and kneels down between your legs this time, gently taking your hands in his, giving them a light squeeze.

“You do know that longer hair is also very metal and it’s nothing that indicates femininity, right?” His voice is soft, soothing for your soul, and the smile he gives you, makes you at least a little calmer. Before you can say something, though, Eddie opens his lips again. “But I get that it reminds you of a time long past. I just wish you would have talked to me sooner.”

“It’s not that easy,” you mumble, biting your lip, before you slowly manage to look at him.

“I know, but you don’t have to work through this alone, got it?” He raises your hand, placing a gentle kiss on your palm, before he drops it again. “And just so you know, you’re more of a man than the likes of Jason.” When he notices the expression on your face, he keeps on talking. “I mean it. You’re a better man, most definitely. Come on!”

He gets up, pulling your right along with him, and you nearly topple over, but Eddie catches you.

“What you doing?” You manage to ask, at least not crying anymore, but still sceptical of what Eddie wants to do.

“We’re gonna make you see what I see. You already wearing that…” He gestures towards your chest, which makes you smile and nod. “Good, I thought so. Just wanted to make sure. Then…” He lets go of your hands to walk over to your closet. After some rummaging, he finds the shirt he’s been looking for. Your Hellfire Shirt. The shirt he gave you. Upon your questioning look, he simply says: “I just love seeing this on you!”

And that makes you smile even more. Eddie’s presence is almost enough to make you forget about your troubles, about the dark thoughts looming over you. Eddie walks ahead to the bathroom to give you some privacy to change your shirt. Not that you mind having him around for that, but you still appreciate that he's being so thoughtful right now.

You need a moment, but then you follow him, surprised to see him standing there with scissors in his hand.

“I really don’t know if I like what I’m seeing. Do you know what you’re doing there?”

“Oh come on, don’t you trust me?”

“More than anyone else,” you admit, a coy smile playing on your lips.

“Good.” Eddie leans over to kiss your temple. “Then sit down, we’re gonna cut your hair.”

“Have you done this before?”

“A couple of times. Guess who always cuts Uncle Wayne’s hair?”

“I don’t know if that is reassuring at all…”

“Oh shut up you, or I’ll have to shut you up!”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” You feel the tension leave your shoulders more and more when you sit down on the toilet so that Eddie can get to work.

“Ahh there is my y/n!” Eddie’s expression softens, and he leans down to kiss the top of your head. “Cutting first, kisses after.”

“Okay.”

Eddie works in silence - more or less, he’s humming some tune, but neither of you speaks for a while. You only watch your hair float to the floor as he cuts it off. It’s such an intimate moment and you feel so at ease with him that it shocks you a little bit. His hands are gentle when they brush your skin, and once he is done, he looks at you with the softest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“Ready to look at yourself?”

You hesitate for a moment, because you’ve been avoiding mirrors as much as possible for the last few days, but with Eddie there, you know that you’re safe, that you’ve got someone who will catch you if he has to.

He helps you up and positions you in front of him to look in the mirror. Your hair is a lot shorter than it was before, and while Eddie is right, that the length of your hair is not an indicator for anything, you feel a lot better like this. More like you now, less like the little girl from the photos.

“What do you think?”

“It… looks good!”

“Now, not to toot my own horn or anything, but you look fucking awesome!” Eddie wraps one arm around you to pull you against his chest. “It suits you so well. Oh wait, I nearly forgot!” He lets go of you again immediately and pulls something out of his pocket. With a big smile he places the chain around your neck that has the same plec dangling from it as his own. It’s a matching piece.

“Eds…” you mumble, completely surprised by his gesture.

“Now, don’t start talking about necklaces not fitting your image. Look at me!” He raises your hand and slips one of his rings on your thumb, because they are too big for the other fingers. “Jewellery looks absolutely metal on you. You admire it on me all the time, so… see a bit of that in yourself, okay?” Eddie leans forward to peck your cheek, before he rises to his full height again.

For a moment, you look at your reflection in the mirror, really look at yourself, then at your boyfriend behind you, who’s smiling at you. Slowly you turn around in his arms and before he can say anything, you pull him down towards you so you can kiss his lips. Eddie smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close - and you let him. His hands settle at the small of your back, while your own hands tangle in his hair, trying to pull him even closer.

Eddie eventually breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours.“I love you, always remember that, alright? I love you just the way you are!” He whispers against your lips, kissing you once more, making the I love you too you wanted to say die on your lips, too lost in the kiss. But he knows it anyway.

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[bibbawrites]

Don’t Mention This To Anyone - Alive!Luke Patterson x Reader (SMUT)

Request: Hi can u do a luke x reader smut with an enemies to lovers storyline? Maybe they’re at a party and they’re playing truth or dare and luke and the reader get dared to play too hot to handle and later on at the party they get drunk and hook up? // can you do rough sex with luke?!! // Can u do a luke x reader enemies to lovers smut? //  Would you make a Luke and Y/N smut and just make it whatever you want but super smutty?

Word Count: 2163 words

Summary: Your best friend Julie invites you and Flynn to come over to hang out with her bandmates, and a game of too hot to handle ends up making you re-evaluate your relationship with Luke Patterson

Warnings: swearing, mention of underage drinking, unprotected sex, choking, praise kink, dirty talk, grinding/groping

A/N: hopefully this makes sense, i’m editing it half asleep lol  i’ve also put together a masterlist which you can find here anyways hope you enjoy :) 

You should have said no when Julie batted her eyes and asked you if you wanted to come hang out with her bandmates after school one Friday night. 

You should have said no when she used alcohol as a bribing tactic to get you to come. 

You should have made up an excuse not to go. 

Don’t get the wrong impression, you loved Alex and Reggie. The two boys had become close friends of yours since the day Julie first introduced them to you and Flynn. 

It was Luke Patterson that you had an issue with. The lead guitarist of Julie and the Phantoms and the lead pain in your ass since the minute you met. 

If you had said no to coming you wouldn’t have been in this situation. 

Staring down at the bottle on the floor after you drunkenly agreed to a game of Too Hot to Handle, watching as the bottle slowly stopped and pointed at the one person you were praying it wouldn’t. 

Luke fucking Patterson. 

“Oh fuck no.” You exclaimed loudly. Luke shook his head. 

“No way. Not doing it.” He said, his tone matching yours. 

“You have to, the bottle chose you.” Reggie grinned. You rolled your eyes. 

“The bottle doesn’t know what it’s doing.” You spat. 

“It’s simple, if you don’t want to do it that bad just give in straight away.” Flynn raised an eyebrow, looking between yourself and Luke. 

“I’m not a quitter, Y/L/N can give up.” Luke said. Your eyes narrowed. 

“What makes you think I’m a quitter Patterson.” You stared at the boy across from you, venom in your eyes. 

“There’s only one way to settle this then.” Julie spoke up after a moment of silence. 

“Play the fucking game.” Alex finished, his head resting on Willie’s shoulder. 

You rolled your eyes, standing up and making your way over to Luke. You knelt down in front of him, glaring at him. 

“I still hate your fucking guts.” You told him. He smirked. 

“The feeling’s mutual princess.” His tone was condescending. 

You placed your hand on his thigh, leaning in and sucking on his neck. He scoffed. 

“Is that all you’ve got Y/L/N?” He teased. 

You pulled away, glaring at him again before moving your hand up his thigh, getting dangerously close to his crotch, your eyes never leaving his. He didn’t even bat an eyelid. 

You held back a scowl, frustrated that Luke was so good at this game. Standing up you sat down in his lap, grinding your ass into his dick. You grabbed his hand and placed it onto one of your boobs, and your friends whistled at the scene. 

Luke fake yawned and this time you couldn’t help but scowl. 

“Are you fucking kidding? Nothing? Maybe Carrie is right and you are in love with Reggie.” You said, and Reggie choked on his drink. 

“Guess you’re not as seductive as you thought, sweetheart.” Luke teased, ignoring the comment about Reggie. You moved again so that you were straddling his hips, and you could feel that his dick was slightly hard in his pants. Motivated by this you started rocking back and forth, trying to ignore the feelings of pleasure shooting through your body. 

“I feel like we shouldn’t be watching this.” Flynn joked, covering Julie’s eyes with one hand and Reggie’s with her other.

“You guys were the ones who wanted this.” You reminded them, stopping and looking Luke in the eyes. You had always known that Luke was an attractive guy, his arrogance often outshining his good looks, but up close he was stunning. You hesitated and he smiled, glancing down at your lips. Your heart started to race and you mentally kicked yourself. 

This was Luke Patterson, the same boy who you had hated ever since Julie had first introduced him to you. 

The boy who was so self centered he couldn’t handle things not being about him.

The boy who you fought with every single time you saw him. 

He lent closer and you froze. Was he going to kiss you? 

“I- I give up.” You stuttered, jumping out of his lap and rushing back to your spot. 

“I knew you’d chicken out.” Luke sung, a smug look on his face. 

You were silent, and Luke’s cocky grin fell, concern flicking through his eyes for a brief moment. 

“Hey Julie, it’s getting late, everyone needs to go home.” Ray said, stepping into the studio and you stood up quickly, rushing to grab your bag as the others stood up slowly. 

“You sure you don’t wanna stay the night Y/N?” Julie asked as you flung your bag onto your back. You nodded.

“Yeah I’m sure, my mum would kill me.” You said, and she nodded understandingly. 

“Can I walk you home?” Luke blurted out, and everyone turned to look at him in shock. He shrugged. 

“What? I may hate her guts but I still don’t want her to be murdered on the way home.” He said, and you could have sworn you saw a slight blush on his cheeks.

“No it’s fine, my house is just around the corner, Alex or Reggie can walk me.” You replied, glancing at your two friends. 

“Yeah I can-” Reggie stopped, noticing the glare that Luke was shooting him. “Actually sorry Y/N, I really have to get home quickly before my parents realise I was gone.” 

“Alex?” You tried. The blond boy shook his head. 

“Sorry babe, Willie and I are heading in the complete opposite direction.” Alex shot you a sympathetic look. You sighed, turning your attention to Luke. 

“Fine, let’s go Patterson.” You said, giving in. 

Luke followed behind you as you left the garage and headed out onto the street, walking in silence for a few minutes before you decided to speak up.

“So what’s your motive?” You asked. Luke frowned.

“My what?” He asked.

“Why are you walking me home? You said yourself you hate my guts.” 

“Can’t I just be a good friend?” He tried. You rolled your eyes.

“We’re not friends.” You reminded him. He shrugged as you turned heading down your street.

“Okay.” He replied simply. You stopped in front of your house, spinning on your heels to look at him.

“So?” You questioned. He hesitated, his normally confident aura gone. He opened his mouth to speak but decided against it, instead taking a step towards you. You looked up, your eyes meeting his, and your heart skipped a beat when you noticed the lust in his eyes.

“Luke.” You muttered quietly, and suddenly your back was pressed against the front wall of your house, his lips on yours.

Your brain short circuited. No one had ever kissed you with that much passion before.

You kissed him back with just as much force, the lust and alcohol clouding your better judgement.

He pulled away to take a breath and you wordlessly grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him towards your front door. You reached into your bag to find your keys, Luke’s lips on your neck sucking hard enough that you were definitely going to have a few marks to cover in the morning. You got the door unlocked and you kicked it open, spinning around to capture Luke’s lips with your own again, kissing him as you dragged him into your house.

“Are your family home?” He questioned breathlessly as he pulled away. You nodded.

“Just mum.” You told him as you lead him up the stairs, him trailing behind you like a lost puppy. “But she doesn’t care if I bring people home to fuck as long as we’re safe.”

You reached your bedroom door and opened it, shoving Luke inside before shutting and locking the door behind you.

He roughly shoved you against the door, lips connecting once more in a passionate kiss full of tongues and roaming hands.

You kicked off your shoes and began to strip down, your lips never once leaving his, and he did he same. You briefly pulled apart for him to remove his shirt, but once it was off his lips were back on yours again.

“Fuck.” He groaned, as your naked bodies pressed against each other.

“Speaking of, can you please?” You teased, pushing off the wall and placing your hands on his shoulders, leading him to your bed.

You gave him a light shove so that he fell backwards, and you climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, almost moaning at the feeling of his hard dick slipping between your folds.

“God Y/L/N.” Luke groaned as you began to move your hips, grinding into his boner.

“Shut up.” You told him.

He flipped you over, pinning you against your bed, his hand coming up to grab at your neck, choking you slightly.

You moaned loudly, not even caring that your mother might hear. She’d know in the morning by the marks littering your body.

“You like that? You like it when I choke you?” Luke questioned, placing a bit more pressure on your neck but not enough to hurt you or constrict your airways. 

“Fuck, yes.” You moaned in response.

“Of course you do, you dirty little whore.” His words made you even wetter, hips bucking up for some kind of contact.

“Patterson please just fuck me.” You groaned. He smirked.

“If you say so.” He sat up, hands running down your sides, before hesitating slightly.

“Do you have...” He paused, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

“Are you clean?” You questioned. He nodded. “Me too. Just fuck me.”

“But what about-” He started.

“I’m on the pill.” You cut him off. “Please Luke.”

He smirked.

“I think you need to beg a bit more.” He teased. 

“Fuck me right now or you’ll be jerking off in the street alone.” You threatened.

“Jesus princess, no need to be so pushy.” He said as he lined up his dick with your hole, pushing in roughly causing you to gasp.

“Fuck.” You exclaimed. He barely gave you time to adjust before he was pounding into you again, causing the both of you to swear loudly.

“Again.” You stuttered out, and he obeyed, slamming into you again.

“That feels so good.” You groaned.

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, repeating his actions to see your reaction.

“Yes you cocky bastard.” You spat, and he grinned.

“Fuck you.” He said.

“Please.” You bit back. He grinned, before beginning to thrust hard, creating a rhythm. His hand went back to your throat again, pressing down causing you to moan loudly.

“Fuck if you keep this up I won’t last.” You groaned. He bit his lip as he continued to pound into you.

“Me neither.” He admitted. He sped up his pace, the room filled with the sounds of slapping skin and your breathless moans.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He said, and you felt the familiar feeling pooling in your stomach.

“Me too.” You said. He glanced at you, seemingly hesitant to say something.

“What?” You questioned.

He bit his lip.

“Could you... tell me that I’m doing good?” He questioned, somewhat shyly.

“You have a praise kink?” You asked.

“Maybe...” He replied quietly.

“God Luke this feels so good. You feel so good.” You moaned, smirking at his reaction.

“Okay yes, I have a praise kink.” He admitted, squeezing your throat slightly as a warning not to tease him. You gasped.

“Yes Luke. So good.” You praised, and he moaned slightly.

“I’m gonna cum.” He said between moans.

“Ugh yes, fill me with your hot cum like the good boy you are.” You moaned, and he came undone, hips stuttering as he came inside you. The feeling of his cum coating your insides was enough to set you off too, your walls clenching around him as you came hard.

“I hate you.” You moaned.

“I hate you more.” He replied breathily.

You rode out your highs together and he pulled out, flopping down next to you.

“Mind if I stay the night?” He asked softly. You hesitated.

“No, I don’t mind.” You eventually decided. You turned your head to look at the boy next to you, his hair stuck to his head with sweat, and you suddenly realised that maybe you didn’t hate Luke Patterson as much as you thought you did.

You forced yourself to get up and clean off in the bathroom before climbing back into bed still naked with Luke.

He snuggled into your side and you pressed a soft kiss to his head, an oddly intimate gesture to someone you had claimed to hate up until an hour or so ago.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Luke whispered softly, his voice full of sleep.

“Goodnight Luke.” You replied, and with that the two of you drifted off to sleep, until the next morning when a shout woke you from your slumber.

“Oh my god did you two fuck?” Alex’s voice startled you, and you groaned, pulling the covers up over your head.

You were never going to live this one down.

[the-widow-sisters]

Miss American Pie

Summary: When Yelena wakes up from a horrid nightmare, Natasha is left to pick up the pieces of her heartbreakingly terrified and scarred baby sister. As Yelena grows increasingly inconsolable, Natasha soon realizes that there’s only way she can pull Yelena from this state. 

Word Count: 2163

A/N: Thank you so much to @fixerupperofarrendelle for the beautiful request! 🥰💖 I was really happy to have an opportunity to use some of my way too significant knowledge of the song “American Pie,” lol. I knew it and loved it before I ever watched the movie, but the movie gave me a wonderful pair of characters to remember while listening to it 🥺💗

  Natasha was snatched into the waking world by a hideously horrid scream ripping through the night. Natasha immediately recognized the sound, turning quickly to the person lying in bed next to her. Yelena was sitting straight up, gasping for breath as she stared straight ahead.

  Natasha immediately sat up next to her, leaning forward toward her but not touching her just yet.

  “Yelena, sweet girl, look at me, it wasn’t real. You’re here and safe,” Natasha spoke, and Yelena’s eyes immediately snapped over to her as she jerked away with the realization that someone was so close to her. Despite the fact that her heart was breaking, Natasha just held her gaze, raising her hands to communicate the fact that she was unarmed and that she was no threat.

  It took Yelena just a moment to recognize her. As soon as she truly laid eyes on her and understood who was sitting before her, she launched forward at such a speed that she almost knocked Natasha off of the bed. Natasha swiftly brought one arm around Yelena as she caught herself with the other.

  “It’s okay. You’re safe,” Natasha assured her as she moved them back a bit so that her back was close to the headboard and that she could not fall backwards if Yelena lurched forward again.

  “They’re here,” Yelena whispered over and over, her entire body shaking as she cowered in Natasha’s arms, trying to hide herself as she crumpled up in as small of a ball as she could muster.

  “No, no one’s here. We’re here in our little house. Just me and you.”

  “They’re here, I saw them,” Yelena insisted.

  “No, they’re not. That’s not real, rooskaya. It’s just us.”

   “They’re going to hurt me,” Yelena choked out, sobs shuddering through her with every breath, and Natasha felt so much pain rushing through her with the words.

  “No, they won’t. I’m here and I’ll keep you safe. No one’s touching you,” Natasha promised, pushing forth every inch of resolve that she had within her.

  “You don’t understand, they—they’ll kill you to hurt me,” Yelena cried hysterically in a pure panic, and Natasha shook her head, shushing Yelena carefully as she stroked her hair. Natasha’s chest was hurting from the intense stabs to her chest that grew worse with every word Yelena fearfully breathed out.

  “No, they’re not going to kill me. We’re home, and they’re not here. They’re nowhere around here. They’re gone, Yelena,” Natasha told her, feeling a bit of fear rising in her as Yelena remained almost completely inconsolable, still whispering things about them being there.

  It broke Natasha’s heart to do it, but she carefully pried Yelena away from her so that they were looking at one another eye to eye. It was a fight to get Yelena to stay there, but Natasha knew that the girl needed to listen to her somehow and eye contact was the only thing that Natasha could think of to connect to the girl with.

  “Yelena, they’re not here. There’s no one here. They’re gone. We destroyed the Red Room, remember? We did it together. Me and you. They all died. They’re never coming to bother us again,” Natasha repeated over and over, Yelena leaning into her heavily as she grabbed at Natasha’s clothes and tried to drag herself closer despite the forced distance that Natasha made between them.

  However, once she seemed to be calm enough to at least comprehend the words that Natasha kept repeating, Natasha let her draw near once again. Yelena collapsed against her, grabbing on as if she was drowning and Natasha was her only lifeline. Natasha held her in return just as strongly, rocking her and whispering as many reassurances as she could possibly think of.

  Yelena was shaking almost violently in her arms, and Natasha just pulled her more tightly against her.

  “I’m here, sweet girl. I’m here,” Natasha murmured, but the shaking did not seem to even remotely lessen with the words. Natasha embraced her firmly, trying to keep her encased safely in her arms.

  Natasha had never seen Yelena so panicked after a nightmare. It made her stomach turn over inside of her and her heart ached horribly. It made Natasha feel so helpless and it brought such a fresh and huge feeling of guilt and remorse about how she had forsaken Yelena in the Red Room’s clutches.

  However, she knew she could not drown herself in such guilt right now. Yelena needed her. It was apparent in the constant shivers and tremors running through her.

  She wracked her brain desperately in an attempt to think of something to calm Yelena down. After a moment, an idea quickly came to her. It was a long shot, but she figured she would give it a try. Natasha cleared her throat just barely, finding herself nervous as she prepared herself to do something she had not done in years.

  “A long, long time ago… I can still remember how that music… Used to make me smile,” Natasha began carefully, reawakening the words to the song inside of her head as she sang softly. Yelena slowly stilled in her arms, the shivering still persisting but not nearly as strongly as before.

  “And I knew if I had my chance… That I could make those people dance, and maybe they’d be happy… For a while,” she continued, and Yelena sniffled a bit, her head resting against Natasha’s chest as she listened quietly. Natasha rocked her gently in her arms as she searched for the lyrics.

   “But February made me shiver, with every paper I’d deliver… Bad news on the doorstep. I couldn’t take one more step,” Natasha tried to put effort into the notes of the song even though she was never confident about her singing. She hated to sing in front of others, but Yelena needed to calm down and focus somehow.

  “I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride… But something touched me deep inside… The day… The music… died,” Natasha sang, feeling a little silly with trying to hit the notes perfectly, but deciding that she needed to go all out for this one.

  “So, bye, bye, Miss American Pie,” Natasha started and she very happily noted that Yelena started to sing with her as she began the chorus.

  “Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry,” their voices combined quietly, and Natasha was honestly just so pleased to hear Yelena contributing even if she was not putting a lot of effort into the singing.

  “And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye… Singing this’ll be the day that I die… This’ll be the day that I die,” they finished together. They were quiet for a moment and Natasha mentally played the instrumental of the song in her head before beginning the next verse.

  “Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above? If the Bible tells you so,” Natasha started the next part and was shocked yet ecstatic when Yelena chuckled a little against her.

  “How much of the song do you know?” Yelena questioned, her voice somewhat raw and hoarse but her tone very much impressed and in awe. Natasha felt her heart melt a little and a bit of embarrassment came over her as she shrugged, her arms still around the blonde.

  “I don’t know. Probably a good six minutes of it,” Natasha answered, and she could feel Yelena’s gaze shift upward in her direction. Natasha tried not to smile in response to Yelena’s unashamed amazement.

  “Seriously?” Yelena questioned, sounding as if she were terribly impressed and it was the greatest accomplishment in the world.

  “Yeah,” Natasha replied, and she finally allowed the grin to overtake her as she gently rocked them both back and forth. She could feel the question lingering in the air, and Natasha swallowed slightly, preparing herself to explain further. She knew Yelena needed to hear it.

  “I listened to it a lot after joining the Avengers. It made me think of you, and as painful as it was, it was always comforting to remember,” Natasha admitted, feeling a bit naked as she bared herself to Yelena so openly. There was a moment of silence, and Natasha was slightly worried about how Yelena was taking it.

  However, she soon received an answer as Yelena clambered further up her body, slinging her arms around Natasha’s neck and shoulders as she buried her face in Natasha’s neck. She moved her legs around so that they were wrapped around Natasha’s waist firmly. Natasha quickly realized that there was moisture on her neck and that her little sister was still crying.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Natasha expressed, feeling deep remorse resonating through her as she furrowed her brow and stroked Yelena’s back. Yelena shook her head swiftly, tightening her grip on Natasha.

  “No, no… It’s just that… You… I can’t believe you remembered,” Yelena sobbed just a little, and Natasha felt the guilt and pain stab her heart tenfold as she pulled the younger woman closer.

  “Rooskaya, I always remembered. You were always the most important thing in my whole world. How could I not remember?” Natasha told her quietly, her voice barely sounding near Yelena’s ear.

  Yelena grabbed onto Natasha impossibly tighter, her fingers digging into the thin shirt Natasha was wearing. Natasha’s skin underneath was suffering just a bit from Yelena’s hold, but she kept the pain to herself, willing to suffer through anything to have Yelena close.

  “It was real to you,” Yelena murmured just barely, her whisper shaky from the tears. Natasha immediately was brought back to when she had so cruelly and insensitively told the blonde that their sisterhood was not real. Natasha reciprocated Yelena’s embrace more strongly, encasing her as well as she could in her grasp as she stroked Yelena’s hair, running her fingers through it.

  “It was the realest thing I ever had,” Natasha admitted, her voice breaking just a bit, and she moved her head to press her lips to Yelena’s head as she tried desperately not to cry with her baby sister. They stayed there like that for quite some time, the two of them just holding each other tightly.

  Yelena hesitantly pulled away after a long moment, a sniffle resounding in the space between them. Yelena looked away for a moment, trying to pull herself together. However, her legs were still wrapped strongly around Natasha’s waist.

  “Your voice is amazing,” Yelena admitted very softly, and Natasha’s eyes widened just a tiny bit. She sheepishly looked down at Yelena’s lap where she was still seated in Natasha’s. She chuckled slightly, feeling a slight swell in her chest even though she was not too sure if she believed the younger woman.

  “It’s not great. But thank you,” Natasha expressed, and Yelena shook her head.

  “It’s not great. It’s amazing. Didn’t you hear me?” Yelena somewhat scoldingly told her in a no-nonsense tone, despite the fact that the sarcasm was weaker than usual. Natasha laughed a little. While she didn’t believe Yelena’s words entirely, she was really happy to see that Yelena was feeling good enough to challenge her as she always did.

  They were quiet for a long moment, and they both just slowly ended up meeting eyes again, the both of them just looking at each other quietly. Natasha could easily tell that Yelena had something that she wanted to say, so the redhead just quietly waited for her to speak. After a moment, Yelena sighed and looked away for a moment as she finally uttering the words that were lingering just below the surface.

  “I know it was real to you… I know you’ve said how you’ve felt before, but it’s just—”

  “It’s okay. I know. And I understand,” Natasha cut her off, knowing it was hard for Yelena to utter the words, and Yelena’s honey-green eyes shifted to meet her own, conveying her gratitude. Yelena slowly moved closer before touching her forehead to Natasha’s. Natasha leaned into her, bringing her hands up to cup Yelena’s face and stroke her cheeks with her thumbs.

  “Ty - vse dlya menya,”1 Yelena confessed softly, her eyes searching Natasha’s carefully with that breathtaking adoration that Natasha honestly could not believe she was lucky enough to receive. Natasha nodded, feeling tears starting to sting at her eyes as she moved her head forward to kiss the tip of Yelena’s nose gently.

  “Ty dlya menya vse i dazhe bol'she, sladkaya devushka,”2 Natasha replied quietly, and Yelena’s eyes almost seemed to be glowing with love. The affection in them honestly almost took Natasha’s breath away. It was so beautiful and meant so much to the redhead that it almost did not even seem real.

  But it was real. It was so real that it hurt.

  Yelena was her sister, and that was the realest thing that Natasha had ever known.

(1) “You’re everything to me.”

(2) “You are everything to me and more, sweet girl.” 

[adorethedistance]

City Slicker, Cowboyfriend - Owen Joyner x Reader

JATP masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, nerves, mentions of covid.

Words: 2163

Summary: You’re starting to have doubts about moving all the way to Norman until a shopping trip to Ikea turns into the meet-cute you’ve been waiting for.

A/n: This isn’t a request or one of my Valentines day fics, this is just something that I have had stuck in my head ever since Owen posted this on IG and bc I’m facing total writers block with my other pieces I cranked this one out in a few hours to get the ball rolling again. Hopefully. Enjoy this totally unproofed, fluffy madness!! (Because who doesn’t need more Owen content in their life?)

There are perks to moving and one of them is undoubtedly: shopping. For furniture, home decor, kitchen utensils, whatever! Granted, shopping alone can be tedious and, for some, like pulling teeth, thus, I’ve enlisted the help of my best friends Leila and Chelsea. I didn’t even have to bribe them to come because everyone loves getting lost in Ikea. It’s one of the best things about the human experience.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been in an Ikea,” Leila says to no one in particular as we walk through the onslaught of staged bedrooms.

“What?! Are you telling me you don’t get meatballs and lawn chairs on a weekly basis?” My exaggeration makes Leila laugh as she steps into one of the display kitchens. Looking between me and Chelsea she asks,

“What would you do if I turned the handle then a jet of water sprayed out?”

“Die, I guess.”

The three of us continue through the faux house displays and past the mattresses despite Leila’s urge to jump on every single one. As we walk through the section of different lighting features, I sigh with a frown as I think about college. I changed my bachelor’s to an associate’s so I could graduate in two years. Chelsea’s parents moved out here at the end of our senior year in high school, and she moved with them to study in Norman. Leila in turn went to Arizona for an athletic physical therapy gig, leaving me to face college alone in L.A.. In the two years the three of us were apart, we missed each other more and more, and after determining which of the three states we lived in was cheapest, we packed up and headed East. Covid kind of delayed our plans. But after a few months, I picked Leila up from Arizona and together we chased open job opportunities into Norman, Oklahoma. The three of us found an apartment space to live in together and thus, we ended up in Ikea on this fine Sunday afternoon.

Snapping back into reality I see Leila standing directly under a light that’s hanging very low from the ceiling. Once standing directly underneath it, she pulls down her mask and opens her mouth, rising to her toes to eat the fixture.

“Leila, don’t you dare fellate that light bulb! You’re gonna get us kicked out.”

I swear I’m practically their mom when it comes to behaving in public. Figuring they can’t hurt themselves in the college dorm section, I lead them quickly through it and into the giant furniture warehouse section. On the far wall, I see a large poster of a couple smiling brightly behind Chelsea, but I don’t bother to read the text. Leila and I spot the poster at the same time, and the imagery jogs her memory.

“Chelsea, how’s Hunter? Haven’t heard from him slash about him in like a week,” she asks about Chelsea’s boyfriend of a year.

“Oh, yeah, he tore a ligament in his wrist.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, I guess he moved it wrong or something and put too much stress on the area that it just tore. He was moving hay bales into the horse stables.”

“As opposed to the chicken stables,” Leila judges under her breath, which makes me snicker as a result.

“I still can’t believe you’re dating a literal cowboy,” I interject, “Like, I know we’re in Oklahoma, and he’s from Tennessee, but we saw Texas on the way out here and that’s cowboy country. Norman seems more...” I trail off in search of delicate phrasing.

“Just barely marry your cousin territory, but still downing chewing tobacco whilst driving a lifted truck?” Leila hits the nail squarely on the head.

“Yeah, that sounds about right-” Before I can continue giving my thoughts on Norman, I cut myself off at the sound of laughter behind me.

“Sorry. We weren’t trying to eavesdrop, that was just really funny.” When I turn around, I see a guy roughly our age dressed in all black with bleach-blonde hair, speaking through light, broken laughter.

“No worries,” I dismiss the apology as we pass by one another, and out from the dressers section. The three of us continue into the different sections, and come to a stop once I see we’re exactly where we need to be: dining room shit!

“Cowboy boyfriends aside- oh my gosh: cowboy boyfriends. Cowboyfriends,” I say getting lost in my new terminology. Both of my friends share a mix of laughter and gasps and my ingeniousness. “Anyway. Cowboyfriends aside, how is Avery?” I ask Leila who begins blushing madly.

“She’s really good. We were just making plans for our three year anniversary, which reminds me to tell y’all I’m flying back to Phoenix to surprise her.”

“Awwww,” I nearly tear up and the sweet image of Leila and her girlfriend reuniting, “Y’all are so cute. Both of you and your partners. You know, being the only single friend in this group has made life suck a lot. Y’all are so happy and in love and not dead inside. Honestly? Get fucked both of you.” Despite my harsh words, the three of us break into a lighthearted conglomerate of laughter.

“We’ll find you someone… eventually.” Leila pretends she also can’t hear the last part of her sentence despite being the one saying it.

“I know, but I don’t think it’s in the cards for me to find love in Norman. I don’t need a cowboyfriend, and we’re not gonna find a true city slicker here either.”

When I finish my statement, I see our blonde friend seems to have followed us. I observe he comes to a stop in front of another guy in a flannel with a shopping cart. The way they jump into conversation with one another parallels the animated body language Leila, Chelsey, and I share. I continue to watch their exchange as Chelsea speaks up.

“Maybe you need someone right down the middle.”

“Yeah, like a guy who drives a truck but uses it to transport Ikea furniture instead of a whole ass tree that he’ll carve into a chair.” A small laugh escapes my lips, at both Leila’s statement, and the scene ahead of Blondie pretending to strangle his friend over something. I’m snapped out of my nosy yet endeared stare as a third guy appears. He’s a sandy blonde with billowing locks tucked under a trucker hat. And he came from behind me and my two friends to place something in their cart which keeps his back toward me. When he turns back around, my mind goes blank. Any thoughts of shopping for dining room chairs has left my mind. He is wearing a face mask, but he has such nice eyes that he could have a giraffe snout under the mask for all I care. I see him look up from the shelves, directly into my eyes. We stay locked for a moment before he breaks away and turns to his friends. I slowly turn to my friends too who are both giving me the exact same look of excitement and conspiracy.

“He’s really cute,” I sigh out with a laugh, swooning much louder than I’d have preferred.

“He has a face mask on,” Leila points out, her expression dropping from excited to cynical.

“Still! I can just tell.”

“Girl, what are you doing? Talk to him!” Chelsea whisper-shrieks.

“Shhh, I cannot take you anywhere!”

Glancing back at the handsome stranger, we connect eyes once more and I feel my face heat furiously as I realize he was already looking at me. I’m the first to break; I consult my friends for the best course of action and as I’m turned 180 to face them, Chelsea starts pretending to hyperventilate excitedly. Leila looks over my shoulder for me, discreetly surveying the other trio in the dining chairs aisle.

“Don’t look now, but he’s talking to his friends and looking between them and you.” I can hear in her voice she’s trying her best not to smile despite wearing a face mask.

“Should I give him my number?”

“Yes!”

“What are you waiting for?”

“I’m nervous! What if he’s gay?”

“Will you just get over there? I promise you a gay man would not be wearing what he’s wearing right now. Maybe a lesbian,” Leila adds for good measure.

“You guys are freaking me out, I need you to leave so I know you’re not judging my flirting.” I shoo my best friends out of the aisle as inconspicuous as possible. Kinda wish blondie would’ve done the same because when I turn back around, the other trio hasn’t moved and the only one looking at me is the one in all black. He quickly averts his eyes though and I take one last deep breath before walking over to the stranger. I tilt my chin up ever so slightly to fake a sense of confidence that I unmistakably don’t have right now.

“Hey.” Really, Y/n? Hey??

“Hey,” he greets back breathily. Why is he nervous? I’m the one who gets to be nervous! Man, he’s really cute. I can’t fuck this one up. I’m not doing so stellar right now. Perhaps you should say something else, dipshit?

“Uhm,” I should’ve scripted this. “I just wanted to say that-” You’ve got this. Don’t be a bummer. “I-uh, I think you’re really cute and I was wondering if I could give you my number?” My speech is slow, each word deliberate in spite of the fact that I feel like I’m having an out of body experience right now. I’m not the one in control of the words that are coming out of my mouth.

Upon realizing why I walked over, blondie’s friends take the question as a sign to leave and less than inconspicuously back away from the two of us. Trucker hat spares them one last glance over his left shoulder and judging by the look flannel gives him, they were definitely talking about me in their team huddle.

“Uh, yeah. I was gonna ask for your instagram- if you have one, that is.”

“I’m cool with both.” The two of us reach for our phones and unlock them with anxious hands. I move to hand him my phone with instagram open, and he trades me for his which has a new contact open. I type my name and put my favorite heart emoji next to it after triple checking the number is correct. Wow, you’re just so ballsy today, Y/n!!!!! I give him back the phone, scanning the instagram account he’s just opened and followed for me. I hear him exhale a little harder as a small laugh and can only imagine it’s from the stupid heart emoji.

“Owen,” I say in a hushed, endeared voice, fully not intending to say it out loud. “You have a million followers?! Oh, you’re an actor. OH… You’re an actor.” I really don’t need to be speaking my entire thought process right now in the middle of this Ikea. Exhaling a small laugh of my own, I see we already have a small bunch of mutuals, one of which is… Chelsea??? Looking up from my phone I turn around to see Chelsea and Leila watching the interaction from around the corner of one of the industrial shelves.

In the flurry of scattered likes, I see him find my account and follow me back. I accept the request, nervous of what he thinks of me without a face mask on. What do I think of him without a face mask on? Going back to his account, seeing his entire face is even better than just his eyes. I was right, Leila: he is cute.

“You’re really pretty,” I hear him almost sigh as he combs through the grid of my account. The comment makes my heart beat all the much faster and I finally look upward to get a glimpse of Owen in the flesh. Still as beautiful as the last time I checked!

Sparing a quick glance over my shoulder, he looks back down at me and laughs,

“I think your friends got tired of waiting.”

“I think yours did, too.” The other members of our trios come back into the aisle we had kicked them from more or less two minutes ago. We connect eyes once more and stare longingly, wordlessly at one another, so lost in each other’s beauty our friends have to break up the staring contest of infatuation.

“Y/n?” I hear Leila behind me.

“Uh, well, I have to get back to chair shopping, but- text me later?”

“For sure.”

“For sure,” I mimic his voice.

“Guess I’ll see you later. Y/n.”

“Yeah.” And with that, we’re pulled apart by our respective best friends, through the vast expanse of the Norman Ikea.

“What was that?” Chelsea asks, excitedly linking arms with me.

“I don’t know I- Wait, you have some explaining to do!”

*** 

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Hey... Could you maybe... Could you make a oneshot consisting of Bakugou's older sibling reader (I'd prefer it to be gender neutral with a more masculine style, however you prefer) x Midnight? 🥺🥺 I love her so much and Horikoshi did her dirty. You can do whatever oneshot that you want/comes to mind, I just want something fluffy. Thank you UwU

Udk how much I squealed getting this as my first ask!

(also whoever you are you made my day/week/month (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ)

I agree, Horikoshi did her dirty. She had some moments but that was IT. I tried my best, hope you like it!!

(it's more of a you being a hero and being in a relationship with Nemuri rather than a one-shot surrounding your relationship, but there's a bunch of fluffy stuff at the end, so gehe-)

Tags: Midnight x Bakugo's Older Sibling! Reader, Binaural, Fluff, Minor Cursing, Mentions of Blood

Your Quirk: Liquid Maker - You conjure a liquid in your hands (smtg like sweat) when you want to and it can become anything. Name it, you got it hun <3

Synopsis: You are a hero (obviously gehe-) and you were catching some villains. Suddenly a huge explosion came from the middle of Musutafu and you headed straight to the crime scene.

Word Count: 2163

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You woke up to the sweet smell of smoke coming from the living room. Groaning, you got off your comfortable bed and raced to the living room to stop Bakugo from his daily antics.

"You really got to stop doing this in the morning, Katsuki," you told the younger male, "It's literally," you looked at the clock, "8 am in the morning and my half-asleep self could've gotten hurt stopping you from breaking all hell loose."

Katsuki scoffed while looking at you. "Why aren't you at work yet? As you said, it's already 8 am."

"Later shift today! I only start at around 10 am."

"Wow, aren't you lucky?" Katsuki said as he walked towards the stove, "I'm making pancakes, but I won't make even one for you until you go bathe. You look disgusting."

"Okay, okay." You say, raising your hands and rushing to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

After bathing, you head back into your room and began to wear your skin-tight hero suit.

You groaned slightly as you slowly pulled the form-fitting clothing up your body.

"I swear to God this isn't getting easier."

"You are literally a fatass, so I'm not surprised," you heard Katsuki scream from the kitchen, "I pity Midnight. The fact she needs to be around a literal piece of garbage who doesn't even look good."

"At least I have someone, unlike your childish ass."

"I am a child," he retorted.

You sigh as you open your room door and head back to the kitchen.

"One day, you're going to wish you were nicer to the people around you."

"Maybe," Katsuki said while passing you a plate with a stack of three pancakes, "...but I am pretty sure you aren't going to be one of them, judging by how much you baby me."

"But you are a child! Didn't you say so a few minutes ago?" you say as you pinch his cheeks, earning a growl from him, "Woah, calm down dog."

"Shut up and eat, fatass."

You chuckle at his words and proceed with the order given by your younger brother.

You loved getting later shifts on Fridays. These were the quieter days in the Bakugo household. Mom usually took her extra days off on Fridays like today, extending her weekend. Dad left for work earlier on Fridays but he'd always buy some spicy thing for Katsuki and you to have in the morning. Something to wish us a good day, I presume. And to top it all off, you and Katsuki would have these "sibling" moments, which mostly consisted of you annoying him to the point he'd lash out at you.

"You're a really good cook, Katsuki. These pancakes keep getting better!" you compliment the 10-year old.

And there it was: you entertainment of the day - Katsuki trying to say thank you but failing miserably thanks to his own pride as a "man".

"T-than- that's obvious, isn't it?" he ends, a blush present on his face, "I make pancakes every single time you have a later shift because you like it. If I'm getting better, that means you've been getting more later shifts. That means you've been slacking off, you stupid Pro Hero!"

"...how did you even get to that idea?"

After calming down a raging Katsuki, you put on your gear and head to the entrance of the house.

"Have a good day at school, Katsuki. Don't do anything you'd regret," you playfully warn him before leaving the house.

The streets of Musutafu were usually peaceful. Ever since All Might became the Symbol of Peace, the crime rates have dropped extensively. Yet, there are always one or two little naughty kids that wanted to play with their quirks - or in simpler terms, people who act like kids and try to do minor crimes using their quirks.

Using the liquid formed in your hands, you aimed at the legs of the two running males in black and wrap their legs together. Within a second, the liquid instantly formed into a rope and bounded their legs together, forcing them to fall face down.

"You both gave me a good morning run, thanks for that!" You say as you place two handcuffs around their wrists, "But you should seriously think about another hobby besides stealing."

From afar, you heard a loud boom coming from the middle of Musutafu.

In an instant, you formed another bunch of rope and tied the two males around their waist and pushed them to the corner of a building.

"Run away and you'll get more than just jail time," you say as you rush off to the scene.

The minute you reached the scene, your eyes widened in fear.

Endeavor was the reason behind the whole catastrophe here?

From behind, you felt a pair of soft hands touch your shoulder.

"I know what it looks like, but trust me it isn't," Nemuri started, "A villain that has a mind control quirk is controlling Endeavor from a distance. I've been trying to locate them, but no luck."

You smiled, looking at your girlfriend.

"You managed to get all of that in a few seconds?" you ask, amazed, "I got a good one, didn't I?"

You felt Midnight pinch you from behind.

"As much as I appreciate the compliment, now isn't the time to flirt with me," the female hero said.

You nod, washing away the playful smile.

"You get all the civilians out of here and contact the heroes through the network. I'll try to get him down and knock him out," you say. Nemuri nodded and began to gather the civilians away from the scene.

"Now," you turn to face the 2nd best hero, "How does one take down someone much, much more stronger than you?"

You slowly gathered your liquid in your palm, allowing the fluid to grow in volume.

"You defeating Endeavor would be a sight to behold, not going to lie here," the villain said through Endeavor, "But I am willing to test out that theory."

You lunged at the fire user while creating a fire-resistant rope to tie him down in your hand. In the other, you managed to conjure a Haladie sword - a sword you've trained with ever since your days in UA.

Using the sword, you managed to propel yourself above Endeavor and cut his back. Using the momentum you built, you used both your feet to hit the back of Endeavor's knees, forcing him to kneel.

You immediately stabbed his dominant hand, preventing him from reacting quickly.

With a snap, the Haladie sword transformed back into its liquid state and wrapped around his left hand.

"I was never planning on defeating Endeavor but merely securing him, dear villain of mine," you say as you transformed the liquid around his left hand into a quick-cancelling glove, "It’s one point for Y/N, right now. No point for little Mindy over here."

You began to build up more liquid in your hands to hopefully form another Haladie sword or at least a blade.

The controlled Endeavor began to get up slowly and turn to face you.

"I didn't peg you to be a dumb one, Y/N."

You felt a blade pierce through your stomach.

A civilian sobbed as they pressed the blade deeper into your body, your blood dripping onto their office coat.

"I can't believe you let your guard down so easily. It was your fault to assume I could only control one person at a time, little hero," the controlled civilian said midst crying.

"And that will be your downfall," Endeavor said as small flames began to grow from the palm of his right hand.

The knife that once was in your body was violently ripped out of your body by the controlled civilian and then used to kill themself by piercing their heart.

Tears fell as you saw the now lifeless male bleed to death right beside you.

"Oh don't worry," Endeavor said, "I'll make sure you also go with him, too. That small wound won't kill you, I know that."

You saw Midnight running towards you along with Eraserhead and All Might.

"You know, I always pictured you crying over a dead Nemuri Kayama whilst bleeding from your stomach, have you?"

Your eyes widened at the statement.

There was no way you were going to let that villain kill her.

"Eraser," you screamed, "Erase his quirk and get Midnight out of here."

'Please don't fail on my now, buddy,' you told to your body as you ran towards Endeavor, 'You still have to live for the people you love.'

You quickly formed another Haladie sword and vaulted from the floor towards Endeavor.

You managed to grab the hand aimed at Midnight and pushed it towards you. Using the remainder fluid you had, you formed another quirk-cancelling glove on Endeavor's right hand.

You could hear a sigh of relief from both Nemuri and Shouta, making you smile.

From afar, you heard All Might saying that he caught the villain that was controlling both the civilian and Endeavor. You were shocked when you heard the number one hero's laugh of victory.

You were amazed at the skill the male had.

A villain that took two people to search for was found by him in a few minutes.

Soon, the wound formed by the dead civilian began to take effect as your vision became hazy.

Before you could lose consciousness, you felt Nemuri's hands wrap around you, catching you before you fell.

When you woke up, you heard the sound of hospital monitors beeping. You felt a small hand gripping around your left hand.

"Why did you let them stab you, idiot," you heard your younger brother say, "Don't go teaching me a lesson with your death - it won't work."

You chuckled, looking at the younger blonde. "If this doesn't work on you, I don't know what will."

Katsuki began to sob on your blanket while gripping on the four fingers his small fingers could grip.

"It's okay, Kacchan," you saw a green-haired boy patting his back, "He is here and he is alive. That is all that matters, okay?"

You smiled, looking at the greenette.

"What's your name?" you ask him.

"I'm Izuku Midoriya! I'm friends with Kacchan," he says with a beaming smile.

"Kacchan, huh?" you tease, "You are really close friends with Kacchan, aren't you?"

Before Izuku could reply, you felt Katsuki pinch your leg.

"I don't even know why I care for you, you fatass."

"Oh, how you wound me," you feign sadness as the ten-year-olds left your room.

You smile at the sight of the greenette consoling your brother as they walk out of the room.

You look up to the ceiling, sighing.

"You are a bit too young to be sighing so loudly, Y/N," Nemuri said as she slowly opened the door, "I saw what you did there. Don't tease Katsuki so often, he is quite mature for his age, you know?"

You smile, looking at Nemuri with her hands on her waist.

"He's growing too fast. I need small moments like this to remember how innocent he is before he becomes the raging little twit I know he'll become."

"Woah, Woah, Woah," she says, laughing, " 'Raging little twit'? You really are a bad brother."

You begin laughing, "I have to be the playful one or else the Bakugo's would be a family of three brooding people and one peaceful man."

"True."

Your eyes widen.

"You aren't supposed to agree, you know?"

"My mother taught me not to lie," she says, smiling.

"Well, white lies aren't bad."

She sits beside you and holds your hand. Tears slowly escape her eyes as she looks at you.

"You are okay, right?" She says, sniffling.

You slowly wipe off her tears and put the palm of your hand on her cheek.

"I'm fine, Nemuri."

You slowly move towards her and place a kiss on her forehead.

You pat the empty side of your bed, "Want to join me?"

She slowly nods as she walks to the empty side of the bed and gets in. Her legs immediately wrap around your left leg as she places her head against your chest. Her left hand extends around your waist and hugs you.

"What are you, a koala?" you joke.

"What can I say? You are a comfy tree."

"Well, I am glad to be of service."

Soon, Nemuri goes to sleep. Soft snores can be heard from her as she rubs her head against your chest.

'The koala became a cat,' you thought to yourself.

Your right-hand goes to the top of her head, ruffling her hair.

"I love you so much, Nemuri Kayama. I always will. If I had to, I would gladly lay my life down so that you'd be safe. I know you're asleep and probably can't hear this, but you are the most important thing in my life - don't forget that," you tell her sleeping figure as you fall asleep.

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Hello! I want to start by saying that I’m totally in love your BSD works. If it’s alright, I wanted to make a request~ I’d love to see a Kunikida x Reader (preferably she/her) angst fic 💔 with the prompt “Please... please don’t look at me with such hatred, I’m begging you.” (coming from the reader)

It might be something related to a case they work on that contains a controversial topic and the reader turns out to be morally grey about it, creating a contrast with Kunikida’s snow white, ideal morals and maybe triggering his past traumas. Or anything else that you think would create a beautiful angst with Kunikida, this was just an example! The ending is also up to you, you might just finish it in a dark, angsty mood or shift to fluff/comfort; I’d probably prefer the second ending but if you don’t feel like it, I’m alright with anything!

Oooo I don't get requests for Kunikida much, so this one made me super excited to write! I hope it lives up to your expectations. 

The gray between right and wrong |Kunikida x Female Reader|

Prompt|“Please... please don’t look at me with such hatred, I’m begging you.”|

Warnings| mentions of implied abuse ( the case being worked on)

Notes- there are she/her pronouns used. (third-person for a few paragraphs)

Words- 2163

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Beneath what appears is always an underlying layer of difference. Between the right and the wrong, there is always a between. Separating black from white lay a thin sheet of gray. With every decision, there is indecision. No mortal can exempt themselves from these concepts. To be morally white is to ignore being human. To be perfect is to ignore your imperfections. Even those with the strongest of morals have moments of doubt and indecision. There is always the what if I was wrong. While a person's morals appear crystal clear and white to them, to another, to society, their morals may not be as clear as they say. While one may say that theft is gray, one may also argue theft is black. It can be gray because theft may lead to survival. While the counter-argument says it is black, as it takes what could have helped earn somebody a living without giving in return. As long as the person believes they are right, their morals can be completely white. Such a person does exist, a person who sees it all, every right and wrong choice, every counter and rebuttal, they do exist within the mundane world. Such people turn to their ideals as a way of living life. Such was the case with the agency’s Doppo Kunikida. A man whose life was completely planned out, a man who lived his day on a schedule created for his specific needs. His every movement a routine planned out without a second of hesitation. There was another within that agency who found her morals to be pure and untainted. To him, she was the ideal woman, level-headed and strong on her own. Somebody he could rely on, without worrying his schedule would suffer.

The case the two were working on was fairly simple, but involved complicated matters. Drama among the home was always complicated. While upfront one would say the situation was dreadfully obvious, another could notice something missing. These situations, especially involving abilities, can become a tangle of lies, deception, and cunning twists. This was one of the few cases one could rely on their moral sense of justice. These situations were the trickiest, lying within morally gray areas of different sizes and classifications. He looked at her walking while jotting small notes and thinking to herself. He wondered what was on her mind as they went on their way to investigate the crime. “Is there something bothering you?” he asked before looking down at his watch, it was alright to slow their pace. Arriving too early would disturb the latter of their day. Judging by their location and the remaining distance, they could half their current pace and still be thirty seconds early. Best not to risk it considering traffic and unforeseen issues could arise at any given moment. Slowing down just enough to talk would not hurt though, even if they came into a disturbance, they would be there on time.

Looking at him with e/c eyes, you shrugged. Closing your notebook and pocketing the pen you had been holding. If there was something on your mind, it would be the confusing state of this case. On one hand, there was black, murder, and on another hand, there was something else. It wasn’t white or gray, but closer to a blackening gray. Murder was wrong, no matter what, at least that was how Kunikida, your partner, would view it. To him, there was no doubt in his mind that this case was going to end in the pursuer being sent to jail, tried for the sin they committed. 

Then why, why was it that you found yourself morally gray with this case? You had never been so unsure of an answer before. An accidental murder, an act of defense, an act of pure hatred. Did these concepts change the black to gray? Murder stayed indifferent, it stayed wrong, but could it be justified? Surely Kunikida would agree that at times certain morals had to be bent, laws had to be made to accustom these morals. So you answered him honestly, for lying in itself was never the right decision, even in the event to spare another's feelings, you were honest and down to earth with your approach. “The case is bothering me, that’s all.” It was not a half-truth, simply not the full reason. He never asked why, just as you never pressured to why he had so many ideals written out in that notebook of his.

Stepping inside the warehouse where the case had originally started, one of the family members stood waiting. After your kind introduction, the woman, in her late twenties, answered little of what pressed on your mind. Though she did make one small flutter of anxiety run rampant over your heart. Like a stampede of gazelle rushing to escape a predator, your heart pounded under the force. While she covered her words with unsure and terrified stillness, her hands had trembled and her words contradicted with the smallest of minuscule details. It reminded you of a memory you had. So the question softly fell in the silence. Your words pin against the stone; an unpleasant ding to stir up the room. So morally confident that an accidental death inflicted by self-defense as an ability activated unconsciously for the first time was unpunishable. Sometimes, bad people get karma in unimaginable ways. The fault falls on the cruel ways of that person. “You're the wife, so you should be able to answer with honesty. Was he kind to you and your daughters? Did this man ever hurt them?” with a horror-stricken face, the woman leaped from the box she had fallen onto earlier. Her face contorted in rage and shock. For a moment, a fading bruise showed itself on her wrist.

With a confident stare, you met her quivering eyes. The smallest tear pooling out of the corner. With such tender lips, the woman looked to the blonde you cared so much for. When her eyes settle back onto yours, she held nothing but regret. “He would have killed her, my baby girl.” She whispered such words softly, and you nodded. Walking her out with shaking hands, you smiled. “Your child did nothing wrong. The fault lays within the attacker.” Was it those words that triggered the beloved blond? So focused on comforting the mother you had forgotten you had him with you. So overly confident in your decision, you did not realize how morally gray that sentence had been. No human, no matter how evil deserves death's punishment. For most that punishment is nothing but freedom from hell. That was something you had learned from another co-worker. The suicidal maniac had a thing for death and would say the harshest yet most delicate sentences that stuck with you.

Kunikida stared in shock, never had he imagined she’d speak such words. Somebody who had fit all his ideals, somebody whom he had connected with, was justifying the slaughter of a man. It didn’t matter whether this man had hurt others, you locked a criminal up, you did not murder them. Murder, no matter the reason was murder, there was no right or wrong when it came to murder. As he listened to those words, a memory peaked inside his head. There were reasons he believed in what he did. Criminals have families, mothers, and fathers. If you kill a murderer, then the amount of killers does not decrease. The world would never be peaceful if all justice did was kill. An even punishment was required for the crime. His eyes couldn’t leave you, even as they narrowed and his brows dipped. His head shook in both shock and resentment.

Your heart nearly dropped from its cage. The look on his face was never a look you had thought you would find pointed at yourself. You knew you were right about this. Though your mind knew the decision; the thought you had come to was wrong. That it wasn't morally right, but it wasn’t wrong either. In fact, it was that heavy gray spot so many people trapped themselves within. You denied it though, saying your decision was not gray, but white. The longer you stare, the more an image is painted into your head. A loved one looking at you with such hatred, even you loathe yourself. It had been Kunikida who pulled you from that spot and showed you the light of the world. He had been the one your morals aligned to. It went silent, like the moment just before the tsunami’s wave came crashing down. When the torment of peace faltered, your hands came up to your chest and your eyes fell silently shut. Shaking your head with a striking, stabbing feeling in your gut words parted through your lips. A muffled scream, a plea to not he was not so harsh with you. “Please... please don’t look at me with such hatred, I’m begging you.” those words seemed not to reach him at first. His voice lashing out as if your words had been the lightning to this storm.

Though his voice is not loud, his words stuck with a heavy weight. “How could you say something like that?” he hissed through confusion and disappointment. Though his anger was no longer purely directed at her. The memory stirred within his mind, pulling the feelings he had about this topic to rise. “No matter how you look at it, nobody deserves to be slaughtered. A loved one always ends up feeling the fault, blaming themselves and hurting.” There would never be an exception. Even the most hated, dangerous, and cruel criminals had people mourn their death. Yet, he could not look past that to see the suffering he was causing the woman who stuck by him.

The louder his words became, the more they echoed and tore at your heart. With every passing second, you became less sure of your morals. Unsure if what you believed was truly above the others. Were you destined to be alone and isolated forever, to morally set for others to care, but not enough for him? Your voice repeated the same line again, this time your eyes leaked water. Rain was adding itself to the storm. “Please... please don’t look at me with such hatred, I’m begging you.” The words escaped your lips again as the thunder sounding about stopped abruptly. The only sound came from the rain; your soft tears. The smallest hiccup of your voice, as you tried to explain your reasoning, to explain the memory that drove you to think in such ways. To explain the view of such a thing from a female's perspective. Sometimes violence was the only thing to keep yourself alive and safe. In extreme situations, accidentally killing somebody happened. Bashing one over the head to keep them from harming you was the easiest way. Sometimes, those actions went too hard, and instead of simply knocking them out, they bled to death from the inside out. So why, why did he have to look at you the way they always did? It wasn’t fair, being a woman in an abilities world. These accidental deaths happen more frequently, men and even at times other women who seem to think they can get away with things, become victims to an ability reacting on its own, something appearing for the first time.

Kunikida glanced at the time with conflicted thoughts. His mind trying to settle on what he should do. For as much as he hated pushing things back, he knew he had hurt you. He’d never meant to lash out like that, especially not against you. Everybody had reasons for believing what they did, surely you did as well. Watching your shaking form, his arms grabbed onto you and pulled your head to his chest. The waves fell to a calm, a single drop of water plummeting before they were no more. Shock taking over your body as he embraced your shaken form. He whispered a word he did not often use in his large vocabulary. For you, he could set aside pride and show you a softer, caring side. “I apologize for… lashing out like that.” He found it so difficult, apologizing despite the difference in your opinions regarding this matter. He owned you a celebration for solving the case, but he’d brought you to despair instead. Deep down guilt flooded him, and he held you closer until the sniffling of your nose had stopped, and your shaking had come to a close. With a light smile, you reached to his cheek.

“It’s alright…” you whispered watching as the blonde pulled away and lightly patted your back, before looking down at his notebook and schedule the rest of his day.

"Great because I planned a small relaxation for later," he grumbled, with a slight red to his cheeks. This was out of the ordinary, but he'd been free enough to add it.

[amaramurray21]

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COL22EVENT ⚔️ DRUNK MAN’S CHEST: Victory Party ⚔️

It was a little late, by the time the party came about—almost exactly two weeks after Delma’s victory in the first Games of the season—but Felix Turner had always been of the mind that ‘a little late’ was a perfectly acceptable trade off for something to be done right. This party was about him after all.

...Well, okay, it was technically about Delma and their ‘exciting’ victory—which was ironic considering Felix pretty much hated everything about his first experience with Colony 22′s infamous Games and most of the people in his house didn’t even seem to like him—but beneath the surface, this party was really about Felix. This was his chance to show off a little, and to prove that even if not everyone here recognized his name or respected his celebrity, it still had a place here; it still pulled some weight. It didn’t matter what stupid-bitch-face   Whitmer had to say, Felix was still a cut above the rest and that’s just the way it was. 

So this had to be right. Especially because, though he was unlikely to admit it, he was actually pretty desperate to find acceptance here. Which was like, sort of gross to think about, considering this entire Colony was basically one giant damp and odorous reject’s table, but whether he liked it or not, he was stuck here now and had to make the most of it. Besides, now that he was starting to form relationships here he actually cared about, he couldn’t risk letting a—totally undeserved—bad reputation ruin them.

In the end, his conversation with Koda about the decor had indeed convinced him to adjust his initial vision a bit. There was no way he was going manage a totally modern club vibe in this shit hole, so he figured he may as well... lean into the rustic thing as creatively as possible. But it had to be fun and surprising and it had to take people’s breath away, so Felix definitely still had his work cut out for him. That first week of March quickly became a blur of around-the-clock prep. Thank God for the help from Koda and Angel because even between the three of them, hunting down all the decoration materials had been a nightmare: Hours of sorting through the storage boxes Cambie had told him about (mostly a lot of fugly junk and tinsel), and days of Felix personally harassing trade merchants and marines. Though, having a person like Angel on his good side definitely paid off some in that department. 

And then there were all those extra hours he’d put in with Bee to polish up their dance. When he’d convinced her to agree to get it ready in time for the party, he’d acted like he’d not had any concern at all about whether or not they could pull it off. But he was concerned. Because just ‘pulling it off’ wasn’t good enough. They had to nail this. His reputation was at stake, and honestly, he couldn’t think of much worse a threat. He knew they both had the chops to do it, but that didn’t mean they could slack off. It’d been a long time since he’d danced in front of people. Plus he’d had to practice his vocal performances too... those came easier, because much of it was like muscle memory, but he was still nervous.

The evening of Friday the 4th, Fee arranged to have the Catch closed early (thanks Dad), and he, Koda and Angel loaded in boxes and got to work. When Tuck In came around, they were excused from roll call (thanks Angel), and they continued on until Fee’s fingertips were sore from using the staple gun to hang the sting lights. At which point, he’d passed it off to Koda, whose decorated hands were much stronger and more deft with these things (read: he was less of a pansy), and so they went a few hours longer. By the time they decided to call it a night, it was well into the early hours of the morning, and a very good thing they’d been excused from their Saturday wake up calls and activities (thanks Cambie). God, it was nice to be so well connected.

During the set up, Xavier Crane had stayed around after closing to supervise Fee’s little decoration team, which wouldn’t have bothered Felix so much if the bartender had just minded his own bloody business. He’d kept moaning stupidly about ‘Powerpack Limits’ when Fee had been testing out the twinkle lights and fog machine, and then when he’d been looking for a outlet for the dance floor tiles (for which he’d paid a bloody fortune to get off the Market), the bartender had had the audacity to interrupt again. Felix, of course, had gritted his teeth, plastered on a snide smile and kindly reminded him that he was Felix Fucking Turner and he knew exactly what he was doing, thank you very much.

Catch 22 remained closed and locked all of Saturday before the party, and Fee and Angel handled any necessary finishing touches. They even had time for one more quick tech run. By supper time, Felix was practically trembling with anticipation, and in the dining hall, gently excited chatter about the party could be overheard at every table. It left Felix feeling quite pleased with himself.

And the young, idyllic socialite would soon be equally as smug when the first half of the party and its opening performances go off without a hitch. In the hours that follow, however, he would come to wish he’d not dismissed Crane’s grumpy mutterings quite so hastily...

CHECK OUT FULL EVENT DETAILS AND SUMMARY UNDER THE CUT!

Welcome To: ⚔️ DRUNK MAN’S CHEST: A DELMA VICTORY PARTY ⚔️

This post marks the official commencement of Colony 22′s 8th non-games related event, “Drunk Man’s Chest”!

                                        ⚔️ Event Details ⚔️

Date: Saturday, March 5th, 2163 Time: 8pm-1am (doors @7:30) Location: Catch 22 Note: In lieu of a cover charge, Felix requests that guests consider donating credits at the door to compensate the Trade Merchants and Elites who made the event possible.

Alrighty mateys!! We’re pleased to bring you this belated but eagerly anticipated Delma Victory Party thrown by none other than The Felix Tee (insert groans and exasperated/fond eye rolls as necessary). Since this is a follow up to our last event and the first Games of Colony 22′s 2163 season, Dead Man’s Chest, Felix and his happy helpers have carried on with the swashbuckling theme.

It is not explicitly a costume party, but it is themed, so attendees are encouraged to dress up. At the door, citizens will receive gold ‘doubloons’ which they can exchange at the bar for complimentary drinks of their choice. They may also order from a menu of three feature cocktails, designed and named specifically for the night’s celebrations, by none other than yours truly. Doubloons allowance per citizen will be allotted as follows:

Delma SC1, SC2 & Elites: 4 doubloons

Delma SC3: 3 doubloons

Brink, Calyset, Torren SC1, SC2 & Elites:  3 doubloons

Brink, Calyset, Torren SC3s: 2 doubloons

Doubloons have a value of one drink each. Excess cocktails and other beverages may be purchased using individual credits, at standard bar price. Alcoholic consumption regulations according to the New Wave Mandate still apply.

Additionally, in the interest of inclusivity, Felix is providing complimentary earplugs at the door for any increased hearing citizens who feel they might need them for the dance party. (Due to limited quantities, they are reserved only for Infected citizens.)

                                     ⚔️ Decor & Menu ⚔️

Decor for the bar and table sections of the Catch was inspired with a ‘crow’s nest’ aesthetic in mind. Enough twinkle and string lights have been hung from walls, ceilings, posts and tables to replace the overhead lights entirely, which have been left off. Every table and booth features a rustic candle centrepiece (tea-lights dropped into short, somewhat mismatched, frosted-glass candle holders of coppers and golds) and rolled bits of parchment tied with twine, designed to look like treasure maps.

The walls and surfaces are modestly scattered with a variety of pirate and captain’s hats, as well as a few classily-displayed maps—some printed and some tastefully hand drawn.

The feature cocktail selections are as follows:

The Delma Daiquiri Rum, lime juice, and simple syrup with a splash of cherry liqueur. Blended with raspberry puree* and ice. Garnished with a maraschino cherry.

Feequila Sunrise Tequila and grenadine topped with delicious, foamy peach juice shaken over ice for a glimpse of that sunrise on the horizon! Garnished with a fuzzy peach candy.

TeeTotal A non-alcoholic mocktail shaken with lime juice, honey and black current puree*, topped off with sparkling water.

**All purees and juices made from tinned fruit.

                                     ⚔️  Performances ⚔️

Performances start at 8:30pm and take place on the Catch 22 stage. The Catch having been set up for small performances plenty of times before, this portion of the evening is executed with no hiccups.  One hand-designed set list on parchment-like paper is found on every table.

As a whole, the vocal performances have a laid-back, acoustic vibe. The dance performances, however, close the showcase with a lively and upbeat mood. Before the show, Felix also reminds citizens that some dance performances (*cough*) may not be appropriate for all audiences.

Of course, Felix had made Corbin promise [x] that this ‘exotic dance’ of his would not be a strip show and, like a fool, he’d believed him. The afternoon before, he’d watched the inked Delma install a pole (that he’d apparently gotten off the trade market years ago...) at the back of the stage and practice a few (begrudgingly impressive) moves.

But tonight, when the time comes for the showcase’s highly anticipated closing number and Felix quietly flicks on the smoke machine, he is suddenly reminded that Corbin is known around Delma for his exhibitionism, not his honesty. And so, biting his lip nervously, he watches on amidst a whooping crowd as Corbin—on brand as ever—makes a meal out of baring it all.

Check out the full set list on the graphics blog, HERE! Please also check out the source links for the songs as I’ve carefully picked out acoustic versions to represent each in-verse performance as closely as possible! (With the exception of Angel’s songs, who is mostly singing to Echo Tracks). The dance performances feature example source links as well!

                                         ⚔️  Dance Party ⚔️

When the performance showcase is over, the real party begins. Live music is replaced with Echo playlists filtering through the sound system (Felix’s opportunity to boast many of his own dancier tracks, of course), and the relaxed, rustic vibe is no more. The twinkle lights around the bar stay, but with the bass bumping and the moon now high in the sky, Felix slips behind a curtain and starts flicking switches like a tot smashing elevator buttons.

Blacklight tube fluorescents spring to life along the back walls. Overhead, a rotating disco ball blinks multicolours and begins to sparkle and turn. Felix starts cracking and throwing glow sticks and bracelets into the crowd by the the dozens like a manic Twink-Oprah: ‘You get a glow stick and you get a glow stick and you get a glow stick!!’

And finally, the dance floor starts to glow, too. 

Though there is usually some open space in front of the stage, tonight all of the free standing tables have been pushed tighter together into other areas of the bar to make room for the easy-snap LED tiles that have been laid down (in roughly a ten by twelve quadrant). When turned on, these tiles light in a variety of colours and respond to vibrations, pulsing and changing to the beat of music.

The crowd responds well with whoops and cheers and calls for more drinks, and it’s everything Felix had hoped for. It’s also the beginning of everything Crane had warned him about. With the blenders still whirring away with drink orders, and the old, creaky ice machine straining to keep up, Felix’s party is suddenly asking for much more than what the Powerpacks allotted to the Catch can provide. Fortunately for the attendees, between the P-Packs and the back up auxiliary power,  it would be enough to keep the fun afloat. Unfortunately for Felix, his arrogance would yet again be at fault for his own disappointment and embarrassment.

                                       ⚔️ The Mishaps ⚔️

Technically speaking, the disruptions in the rest of the night’s electrical can be relatively easily explained: because of the overloaded power supply, periodical power surges will cause Catch 22′s Powerpack Supply (PPS) to fail, and the back up auxiliary power from the Colony’s main frame to kick in. However, this is a system designed specifically for emergencies, and once the PPS reboots, anything drawing electrical power will falter for a moment as its source switches back to the PPS.

This is the simplified explanation of the cause. However, the visible results, for anyone who doesn’t know anything about electrical systems, just wind up looking a bit like something out of a made-for-TV haunting flick. Of course, after a handful of incidences, the average person may put two and two together rather quickly. Felix, however, despite Crane’s insistent ‘I told you so’s is secretly becoming increasingly convinced that perhaps it’s not the power at all, but rather the Praeterics—the Poltergeists of the Colony—trying to mess with him and ruin his special night.

Below is a list of some of the disruptions experienced periodically over the rest of the night.

Flickering lights: including surging and weakening

Momentary power failures: lights, music and appliances all lose power and return about 8-10 second later with the auxiliary power

Weird humming and buzzing coming from light fixtures and sockets: usually moments before a power failure

Berserk blenders: brief power surges sending any appliances in use on the fritz

Lawless locking mechanisms: due to the frequent switching back and forth between the power supplies, the emergency security systems begin to malfunction. As many blackout protocols include lockdowns for security reasons, the system’s automated lock responses are now getting backed up and confused. The result is individuals getting locked in and out of the Catch’s only washroom (multi-stalls and gender neutral) as well as the front and back doors of the Catch, for periods ranging from two to ten minutes.

The above ‘mishaps’ all occur repeatedly over the course of the evening, some more frequently than others. 

There is one more malfunction slated to occur which does not appear on this list, as it will only happen once near the end of the night, and it will be announced on the main blog sometime before the wrap of the event.

                                       ⚔️ RP Guidelines ⚔️

All our standard event guidelines with which most of you will be familiar apply again, and they are as follows:

As of right now, you may not post any new threads that are not affiliated with the event or in alignment with this timeline.

You may continue any old threads you have going, though we ask that you tag them #preevent or indicate they are pre-event in the timeline. This is just to help keep things clear on the dash as to what’s going on at the party and what’s not.

All new event threads being posted must be titled as such, indicating that they are Event threads. So they could look something like this:

PARTY PARTY YEAHHH // FELIX + WHOEVER // DRUNK MAN’S CHEST OR LIKE:

SHOTS-SHOTS-SHOTS-SHOTS-SHOTS-SHOTS | T.A. & M.P | DMC OR LIKE:

BOOTEH BOOTEH ROCKIN’ EVERYWHERE | CORBIN AND ? {EVENT} …and so on and so forth. Formatting does not matter! Do it however you like. Just indicate somewhere in the title bar that it is event related. 

You are also permitted to do threads that take place anytime Saturday the 5th before the event, if you want to do getting ready threads or anything like that. However, for clarity we suggest you indicate this somewhere in your tags, title or with a timestamp at the top or your starter. 

Also, since it’s a theme party: You may post photos of your character’s clothing/outfit(s) etc, if you wish, but you are by no means obligated to do so. Feel free to post these to your own blog. However, if you make any stylized graphic-art related to the event, please submit them to the graphics blog as usual.

Finally, please tag all your photos, self paras and event starters with #COL22DMC (and don’t forget the regular starter tag for starters as well!) 

Alright, it’s been literally a million days since I started writing this post (I’m not kidding, I’ve somehow been working on this event for about ten hours a day, three days straight *dies*) and I think that just about wraps it up?!?!? I survived!!! Leave it to fucking Felix Turner to make me work so damn hard on a stupid little party.  

A MASSIVE shout out to Lottie for helping me brainstorm and work out the details for the framework of this event, and to Maddie for all her wonderful input with drink menus and other things!! Also, thank you everyone for your patience in reading this mile-long post, and without further adieu, I set you all free to do your RP thang! (Fly my pretties, flyyy!!!) 

And remember! Please, please direct any inquiries you may have along the way to the main blog’s ASK so that the mods can address them publicly if need be in case other people have similar questions or concerns!

Big Big Love,

Your Colony 22 Mods!! Xx

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Saint's Dumping Ground

Saint's Dumping Ground by TheSaintsFollower

This is really just a dumping ground for ideas that come to me. May or may not expand on them. They are also open for people to use, just message me if you want to. Also, please don't request anything. Enjoy.

Words: 2163, Chapters: 1, Status: In-Progress, Language: English

Fandoms: My Hero Academia/僕のヒーローアカデミア

Rated: M

Genre: Adventure/General

Characters: Izuku M.

Read Here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13696781

[nightingaletrash]

Do Sara and Casey for the OC thing!

Thank you!! Because I got another ask requesting the twins, I’ll cover Casey in this one 💜

Apologies this took me so long to get to ^^”

Full Name: Casey Alexander Ryder Gender and Sexuality: Cismale, Bisexual Pronouns: He/him Ethnicity/Species: Human, Mixed Race (Parental White American, Maternal British/Brazilian) Birthplace and Birthdate: The Citadel, Widow System, 7th November 2163 Guilty Pleasures: stargazing, bad puns, hair-styling, PDA, spray paint Phobias: fireworks, the Reaper noise What They Would Be Famous For: headbutting a krogan unironically and staying upright What They Would Get Arrested For: looking too damn good arguing with the Nexus leadership about people’s right to protest, and defacing Tann’s desk with spray paint - the contents vary from ‘number 8′ to pro-krogan slogans. Kesh is the only member of the leadership who likes him. Who You Ship Them With: Cora is a solid contender, but... Jaal... Most Likely To Murder Them: Sara because she’s his sister. Also Kandros, Tann and Addison because Casey won’t stop creating arguments on behalf of the people that don’t have access to the leadership. Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Adventure, Murder Mystery, Urban Fantasy Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: humiliation for comedy (second hand embarrassment destroys him every time) Talents and/or Powers: Engineer Profile; Flamethrower, Overload, Energy Drain Why Someone Might Love Them: very loyal, relaxed and open with emotions, supportive, does his best to help others Why Someone Might Hate Them: Bad Puns, doesn’t always take things appropriately seriously, can be too reckless sometimes How They Change: not sure just yet, he’s still got some growing to do Why You Love Them: he insists on making himself a problem for the leadership by showing up and arguing with them about various issues, such as the response to the uprising, the protests, and Keri being chucked in a cell for her documentary. To the regular folks, Casey is a hero. To the leadership, he is a horrible goose. Basically while Sara is out Pathfinding and making Heleus a home, Casey conspires with Alec and Kesh to keep the politicians in check.

[eldritchsurveys]

924.

5k Survey XLII

2151. Should fun or safety come first? >> I’d imagine that depends on one’s goals. When it comes to skydiving, one should learn to be safe (take the lessons) before one goes on to enjoy the experience (start actually skydiving). But also, if you take a more psychological approach to the word “safety”, sometimes one has to take a little social risk to get to something fun, and that can feel unsafe, but it [ideally] ends up being worth it. 2152. Does mind over matter work for you? >> I’m not sure in what sense you mean. 2153. What’s the most weight you ever lost in one year? >> I don’t know. Whenever that happened, it’s when I wasn’t paying attention to things like my weight. 2154. What are your feelings about punk and goth? >> I love goth and I have affection for punk because it is kin to goth. 2155. Did you ever write something when you were high and then looked at it sober and realized that it was nonsense? >> No, I don’t think anything I wrote while intoxicated seemed nonsensical when looking at it sober -- maybe a little more inscrutable or revealing than my usual writings, but still within my normal mental/emotional/spiritual frameworks.

2156. How often do you shave: your face? I don’t shave. your legs?  under your arms? 2157. What word do you often hear people misuse? >> I can’t think of any right now. 2158. Have you ever used somebody? >> It’s possible. I’ve had to do a variety of things to survive. 2159. Are you paranoid? >> Not typically, but I can be. 2160. What is the best music video of all time? >> --- 2161. How many Shakespeare plays have you read all the way through? >> Only Romeo & Juliet and A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I know I was taught Hamlet but I’m pretty sure I didn’t actually read the whole thing. Also, I comprehended almost nothing I read when it came to Shakespeare, so does it even count as reading at that point... 2162. What was the deepest religious or spiritual experience you’ve ever had? >> Not going to get into it here, that’s for sure. I’ve written multiple long-form posts about this kind of thing, so it’s not casual fare. 2163. What is it like to be you today? >> I’m not sure how to answer this. 2164. Do you like to play games? >> Video games, sure. 2165. Have you made any good friends on this diary site? >> --- 2166. Have you met anyone from open diary? >> --- 2167. What have you done lately that gave everyone something to talk about? >> Nothing??? 2168. Do you get along with people who annoy you, disagree with you, dislike you, and hate you? >> If I’m annoyed by someone, or hated by someone, I’m definitely not getting along with them...  2169. When you ask for something do you make a request or a demand? >> I mean, a demand isn’t an ask, so obviously if I’m asking for something it’s a request....... 2170. Who are you a bad influence on? >> I have no idea. 2171. Who are you a good influence on? >> I have no idea. 2172. Who is on your christmas list this year? >> Who?? 2173. How many other people do you know of that are doing this survey? >> Just Elizabeth (Elisabeth? can never remember if it’s a Z or an S, one day I’ll get it right), who I’m taking this from, and someone else in the survey tag. 2174. Have you ever intentionally had a one night stand? >> Yes. 2175. Do you tend to get car sick? >> No. 2176. What is the length of your hair? >> Like, a couple of centimeters. 2177. Do you like to listen to techno music? >> Sure. 2178. Have you ever dyed your hair an unusual color? >> Long time ago, yeah. 2179. What do you think of these diary names? Oculto: suffer victim: With A Purpose:  Almost_Famous: In.The.Name.Of.Lust: The Phallic Stapler:  <*>SeXyCandace<*>: 2180. What do you think of these entry titles? Lesbians … as far as the eye can see: Why Avril Lavigne sucks:  Call On Jesus: Buddha-licious: WeLCome To The JungLe!: Geektastic: Should i get an abortion?: 2181. What do you find beautiful in an atypical way? >> I don’t know what that means. 2182. What would you PHYSICALLY fight someone over? >> Nothing. As previously stated, I have sub-zero interest in being in a physical altercation. 2183. What was the last thing you were invited to? >> I don’t remember. Probably Lauren’s birthday party.

2184. What do you like >> Either there was more to this question that got cut off, or you’re really being this vague at this point in the survey. Either way... Next. 2185. Have you ever drank:  chartruese? No. Was going to buy some for my birthday this year, and then fuckin COVID got in the way of all my plans. absinth? Yes, I drink it somewhat frequently. 2186. Do you plan your outfits ahead of time, pick them out the morning of, wear whatever was on the floor, or wear what you slept in? >> I just wear whatever I pull out of the drawer, when it’s time to change. Most of my clothing is pretty interchangeable. 2187. How long have you ever gone without changing your sheets: A long, long time. Months, probably. clothes: A few days, I imagine. underwear: Also a few days, I imagine. toothbrush: Probably ages, idk. 2189. What item should not be shared? >> Needles. 2190. How do you keep control of your temper? >> I don’t really have to work at this, I don’t have a very advanced temper. It’s my other emotions that tend to get out of hand. 2191. If you could gain all of your dreams by giving a family member (little brother) to the goblin king who would turn him into a goblin, would you? >> Ha! This situation doesn’t apply to me. Can I just be the goblin king instead? 2192. Do you like to listen to Duran Duran? >> No, but Hungry Like the Wolf is a bop. 2193. Do you ever feel the need for MORE than life has to offer? >> No...? What I want is what life does have to offer, but apparently didn’t want to offer to me. 2194. What is your favorite children’s story? >> The Phantom Tollbooth. 2195. Do you think that adult books should have more pictures? >> I love a good illustrated book, sure, why not? 2196. What was your all time low? >> --- 2197. Do you make up songs and sing them to yourself when you’re alone? >> No, I just sing songs that already exist. 2198. Do you like to listen to the Smashing Pumpkins? >> Yeah. This is one of those bands that annoyed me when I was a kid, but I enjoy now. 2199. Do you see the expression of emotion as weakness? >> Unfortunately, I had that concept instilled in me by an emotionally unavailable parent and emotionally abusive relatives. But I fucking hate that concept and I want desperately to be rid of it. 2200. Are you prepared in case of chemical, biological and nuclear attacks? >> I am not.

[imaginationintowords]

Not Good Enough.

Avengers x Reader angst

word count: 2163

Requested.

Plot:  could you do an avengers x reader (no paring) where the reader screws up on a mission and the whole team yells for like a week at her and one day the reader decides to start cutting and this goes on for about a year until one of the avengers grabs their wrist during training and makes the reader shout in pain (rest can be up to you).

[a/n: I changed around some things with this request as I kind of just let the writing take me where the story wants to go. There is no self-harm in this story. sorry to the anon who requested it, if this was not what you wanted. I liked how this turned out, and I hope you guys do also]

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It was supposed to be a simple mission that involved the whole team. In and out. That was the plan.

I never meant to cause any trouble. It was a simple mistake. I had the ability to warp time, along with other abilities that were constantly developing.

I don’t know what happened, but as I was trying to hold off bodies, I lost control. I put us in a lot of danger. Half of the ream ended up severely injured. No one would talk to me on the way back to the tower.

“Living room. Now.” Tony said through gritted teeth.

“What the hell happened out there?” Natasha yelled at me, causing me to jump at the sudden volume of her voice.

One bad thing about my abilities was that I can also sense emotions. And all I could feel now was nothing but anger and hatred.

“I-I don’t know. I just lost control.” I stammered.

“How the hell do you fucking lose control?” Tony asked, trying to hold back from yelling.

“I don’t know. One moment I was able to hold time, the next I wasn’t.” I tried to explain.

“That was a rookie mistake.” Steve bit.

“Half of the team is in the infirmary, because of your ‘mistake’.” Steve continued.

“It wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry.” I apologized once more, trying to hold back the tears.

“You’re suspended. Until further notice.” Tony said, not bothering to look at me as he walked out of the room.

Natasha gave me an intense evil glare as she walked out of the room.

“I’m very disappointed in you.” Steve said shaking his head, leaving the room, with the rest of the uninjured team following.

I stood there in the middle of the room alone. I didn’t know what to do.

I slowly made my way to my room. As I was walking to my room, I passed Natasha’s and could hear her talking to someone. I couldn’t help but listen.

“I can’t believe he only suspended her. That’s an incredibly light punishment for what happened. She put us all in danger. He has a soft spot for her. He should’ve just let her go. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to work with her again.”

I decided I had heard enough and sulked back to my room.

I quietly closed my door and sat on my bed.

I should probably shower, I’m covered in dirt and blood, not even sure if the blood is mine or not.

I just sat there for a few more minutes, staring ahead at nothing.

I suddenly felt a tiny sharp pain coming from my leg.

I decided it was time to get up and take a shower.

My suit took a bit of strength to get off since the sweat caused it to shrink onto my body.

I was able to get half the suit off my torso. My body was starting to ache, the aftermath of today's events setting in. I took a seat on my closed toilet, as leverage to take the rest of my suit off.

I was slowly peeling the suit off my legs, when that tiny sharp of pain on m left leg became an even bigger sharp of pain.

I was finally able to get the suit off completely. I looked down at my leg to see a massive cut going vertically down my leg, from my shin to my ankle. I didn't even feel this, so I had no clue when I had gotten it.

I should probably go to the infirmary and get it checked out. But I couldn't show my face there, not when most of my team was in there with more serious injuries.

I turned on my shower and stripped off the rest of my clothes.

The water was very hot to the touch once I stepped in. I could instantly feel my body wanting to retreat. After a few seconds it did feel kind of nice, distracted me from the pain coming from my leg. I took my time washing my hair and body.

After awhile I could feel the pain coming back to my leg. I decided it was probably time to get out.

I wrapped my towel around my body. I opened the cabinet under my sink and grabbed the first aid kit that's kept under there.I poured some hydrogen peroxide on it, to make sure it wouldn't get infected. I grabbed a roll of bandage wrap and gauze to cover this cut.

I continued my normal bed time routine, brushed my hair, my teeth, then put on a clean pair of pajamas. I got into bed, when my stomach started to growl.

It was only seven p.m. Everyone would be in the kitchen getting their dinner ready. I know I'm not wanted. It'll just make everyone more upset towards me.

I'll just set my alarm really early before anyone gets up. I'll just stay out of everyone's way for the time being.I'm sure in a week or so, everyone won't be so harsh towards me. I tell myself as I start to fall asleep.

______

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since the incident, and everyone seems to still be just as mad as they were when it happened.

For the first week I managed to avoid everyone. It was easy since I was currently not allowed on missions. On day eight though was my first run in with a teammate.

I had gotten up at four a.m., like I had been for my morning run. I had timed it perfectly, run an hour, have breakfast by five, then back in my room by 5:30, when the early birds would start to wake up. I would typically hear them opening their doors as I was closing mine. But today was different.

When I entered the kitchen after my run, there sat on a stool was Natasha, as if she were waiting for me to return. The last member of the team who would want to see me. Hell, she even changed room floors because she hated me so much.

"Hi." I awkwardly greeted her, walking to the fridge for a water bottle.

She didn't say a thing, she just continued to glare at me.

"I'm just going to grab a bowl of oatmeal then be on my way." I tell her, moving around the kitchen quickly, to get out of her way.

"Why are you still here?" she says as I was pouring water into my dry oats.

"I'm sorry. What?" I timidly asked, not sure I even heard her correctly.

"I said. Why. Are. You. Still. Here." she repeated slowly, getting off of her stool, and making her way towards me. Stopping right in front of me.

"I-" I started to say before she cut me off.

"You don't deserve to be here. You don't deserve to be a part of this team." she viciously spat in my face.

"It was a mistake, Natasha. It's not like I meant to lose control and cause everyone to get hurt." I whispered, felling the lump in my throat start to form.

"None of us would've pulled such a rookie mistake. You're not cut out for any of this. We all think so."

"Really?" I hurtfully ask, feeling the tears begin to form.

"Oh yeah. We've all thought so for awhile now. You're the weakest link on this team. We all think so." she continued to spit vile.

"You do?" I could feel my heart slowly breaking. At this point the tears were beginning to fall.

"Yes. We all do." she smirked.

"Oh." I responded, felling completely lost.

"You should just do all of us a favor and just leave."

"Okay. If you all think that's for the best." I say looking around the room, feeling utterly helpless.

"Yes, we do. You should probably do it before everyone wakes up." she says, stepping away from me, so I can get by.

"Okay." I say, slowly walking out of the kitchen, the bowl of uncooked oatmeal forgotten.

As I was walking out of the room I heard Natasha throwing the bowl into the sink, making me jump from the loudness of it.

I felt like a lost puppy.

Once in my room I looked around. Everyone will be up in about an hour. I don't know how I will get this all done in time.

Time

.Guess one more time stop for the road.I stopped time.

Now I have all the time in the world.

I started with my clothes, then my decor pieces that I brought with me. Then my bedding, and toiletries last. Only thing left was the furniture and television that came with the room.

I made the final decision to leave my laptop and phone too. They were both gifts from Tony when I came to live here, along with a car that would also be staying.

Nothing to tie me in with the Avengers. My final goodbye. Giving them what they want, what they were to afraid to tell me.

I didn't have any hard feelings towards them, I get it. How could they work with me if they didn't trust me. If I was a liability to everyone's lives.

The best thing for me to do was to listen to Natasha and leave.

Will I miss them all? Of course. Who wouldn't. I finally found where I belonged and I went ahead and ruined it.

I took one last deep breath, then unfroze time.

I called a cab, they were five minutes out. I managed to carry out two boxes, and a suitcase of my things in one trip.I stood outside the gates of the compound.

The sun was beginning to rise as my cab pulled up.

The driver helped me load my things in his truck.

I took one final glance at the Avengers compound.

"Goodbye." I whispered before getting into the cab.

_____

After thirty minutes in the cab, I finally arrived to my destination. An apartment building in Queens.

Where it all started.

I thanked the cab driver, and made my way up.

I got to the familiar fifth floor. I made my way down the long hallway to the specific apartment.

On my way there a door was swung open, and out came a teenage boy.

“Oh. Hey [y/n]!” he greeted me, locking his door, before turning to face me.

“Hey Peter. Off to school?” I greeted the familiar face.

“Yup. You moving back in?” he asked looking at my things.

“Yeah. Things weren’t really working upstate.” I tell him, forcing a smile.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure they’re going to beat themselves up for letting someone as smart as you go.” he positively says.

“Thanks, Pete.”

“It’ll be nice to have your face back in these hallways.” he smiles.

“That and now you have a tutor right next door.” I lightly joke with him.

“Caught me. I better get going, don’t want to be late. I’ll come and see you after though.” he waves me bye.

I smiled, my heart slowly warming. Maybe this will be a good thing after all.

I made my way back to my destination, next door.

I knocked on the door and heard footsteps approaching.

“[Y/n]?”

“Hey grandma. You still have space for me?” I smiled, fighting back the tears.

“Oh honey, of course. Come in. Come in.” she said helping me with my things.

Walking into the familiar apartment, where I spent most of my life in. Everything still looked how it did when I left almost two years ago. Here comes the tears again.

“Oh, sweetie. Come here.” my grandma said, placing down my box before wrapping me in her arms.

I wrapped my arms around her tightly, crying into her shoulder.

______

After a few minutes of crying my eyes out and getting all my stuff in my old bedroom, my grandma and I sat in the living room with a nice hot cup of tea.

“What happened? The last we spoke everything was going great.” she says.

“About a couple of weeks ago, a mission went bad, it was my fault. Half of the team got seriously hurt. The whole team was beyond mad, I’ve never felt so much hatred towards me before.” I tell her.

“I was placed on suspension, but apparently that was just the team being nice. They really wanted me out. So, here I am.” I explain, trying not to cry again.

“Oh sweetie. I’m sure that’s not true.” she said rubbing my hand.

“It is though. Natasha told me that everyone doesn’t think I’m good enough to be a part of the Avengers. They all hate me, and I could feel it.”

“I’m sure they don’t hate you.” she said trying to make me feel better.

“Oh but they do. Unfortunately, I was able to feel all the hatred and anger towards me these past couple of weeks.”

“Well then maybe it’s for the best that you’re home. A fresh start. Put one of those PhDs to good use.” she encourages with a smile.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” I say, unsure about it all.

“Of course I am. Now, why don’t you go to your room and get settled. It’ll keep that loud mind busy.” she says, tapping my forehead.

_______

I walked into my old room, and closed the door behind me.

I looked around the room. It was smaller than my room at the compound, but still a good size for me.

Maybe my grandma is right, maybe this will be good for me.

A fresh start.

“Yeah. That sounds nice.” I smile to myself.

[rowan-catsandcoffee]

Saizo x MC x Yukimura “Three way confession”

(I hope you like it.)

Eventual Smut

Fandom: SLBP Pairing: Saizo x MC x Yukimura Word Count: 2163 Tags: Masturbation, heavy petting, Fingering, awkward discussion of feelings Written for: @ikemen-discord-writers​ Request: “I see you’ve started without me.” requested by @jennacat84​

Late in the night MC closed her door, taking a thankful deep breath for the day to have finally been over.  It hadn’t been completely terrible, but her mind still raced back to earlier.  

MC hadn’t been spying, she was resting in a spot where she just happened to be able to watch Yukimura training.  Watch how his skin started to glisten, and hear his grunts get louder and more pronounced.  Where she could feel her cheeks warm up as the sounds took her mind a different place than the training field.  

“Are you enjoying the little show?”  Saizo had casually stepped up, his arm wrapped around her, pulling her close with a hand on her side.  

Whatever warmth had been tinging her cheeks doubled and she was certain he could feel her heating up all over.  His hand seemed to send sparks through her, it felt so nice.  

MC had pulled away, trying to remember what she had been doing.  “What?  I- what?  No… I was just taking a little break is all.  I should get back to work now.”

  Saizo hummed an amused understanding letting her hurry away.  Though she was certain if she had looked back he wouldn’t be there, the sensation of being watched hurried her away.  

Even later, once everything was done for the night and she sought solace in her room, there was that feeling of being observed.  With that she found herself sensitive to every move she made.  Though she wasn’t sure which one made her more nervous.  The mental image of her with Yukimura, and him making those sounds had her squeezing her knees together tightly to keep the wanting at bay.  But the way she felt like she could easily melt into Saizo made her head spin.  

With a sigh MC fell back onto her futon trying to cover her face and hide her embarrassment.  “That was… bad.”  She grumbled, certain that Saizo knew exactly where her mind had wandered.  

“What was bad?”  The voice and the slight sensation of the fabric of her kimono.  MC squeaked and scurried away from the sensation, putting some distance between her and Saizo for her to glare at him.

“I really wish you would stop doing that.”  She looked around trying to see if there was anyone else that she had to be worried about.  

“Stop doing what?”  He made himself comfortable on her futon, watching her with a slight smirk.

“Scaring me like that.”  

MC started to stand not wanting to be on the same futon with him, she wasn’t aware he moved until his hand latched onto her wrist pulling her down on top of him.  “But I like surprising you.”  It was easy for him to flip her, jostling her as she landed on her back.  His finger traced along her pulse.  “Are you telling me that you don’t like it?”  

“Well, no not really.”  She stuck out her chin defyingly.  

“Is that so?  Alright then.”  He peered down at her, his clothes opening a little more being loose on him.  Letting her eyes wander down his chest a little distractedly before he whispered,  “then I should warn you.  I am going to kiss you.”  

MC tried to sit up, “what?!”  The words barely passed her lips when she gasped.  His warm mouth gently pressing against her neck, working his way down.  

“I’m going to move your kimono out of my way.”  His hands were already working to free her from the clothes.  

“Wait- uh… what are you doing.”  She held her hand up, trying to ignore the way she was starting to tremble and the excitement building up.  

“Oh… I’m sorry, was I not clear?”  The fabric slipped off her shoulder.  “I know you were excited earlier,” he kneeled between her legs, setting a hand on her upper thigh, “and I really want to help.  You know, just something between friends.”  

“Saizo!”  She grabbed his hand, trying to keep it from traveling anyway.  “I… I didn’t know you feel this way about me…”

“Well-”  He leaned forward murmuring into the crook of her neck, trapping the heat between them.  

The door slammed open.  MC jumped, releasing Saizo’s hand as she tried to squirm away.  A few stomps and she could more easily see Yukimura, his face beat red as he looked everywhere but at her still trapped under Saizo.  Her heart was beating faster than it had been before.  “I see you’ve-you’ve started without me.”  Yukimura managed to stammer out.  

“Maybe she’d be more comfortable with you, Dear.”  Saizo said, moving behind MC and holding her against him.  “Though I don’t know if she’d like it.  She doesn’t like surprises.”  Yukimura’s shoulders dropped a little.  

“Wh-what?!”  MC pulled away, rearranging her clothes to cover herself.  

“Well…. You see….”  Yukimura closed his eyes.  Took a few calming breaths and kneeled before her.  “We realized how we both felt about you earlier.  And we both were-”

“You were jealous, dear.”  Saizo interrupted with a smile.

“We BOTH were!”  Yukimura puffed out his chest, taking a moment to glare at Saizo, his face turning a deeper red.  

MC scooted forward, resting her hand on Yukimura’s, “hey, you need to calm down.  I don’t want you getting sick over… whatever this is.”  

Yukimura started at her hand on his, tensing for a moment, “r-right.”  He visibly relaxed, giving her what was still a slightly strained smile.  “We wanted to know how you felt about-” he took her hand in his, waving between him and Saizo with the other one, “-us.”

“I like you both.”  She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Okay but-”  Yukimura pulled her close, so her hand was pressed against his chest, and they were almost nose to nose, “-do you LIKE LIKE us?  Or just one of us?”  His eyes flickered to Saizo for a moment and then back into hers.  Yukimura’s eyes widened and he released her hand, averting his eyes once more.  

“I-”  She mulled over the situation.  If Yukimura hadn’t come in, would she have continued with Saizo?  Now that Yukimura was there what did she want?  MC froze, her confliction showing painfully obvious on her face.  

“Well I am fond of you both.”  Saizo gave his opinion, standing next to them.

MC blinked a few times, was that an option?  “Is it… okay if I like you both too?”  Yukimura nodded vigorously.  

“I’m glad that’s settled.  Now, Dear, isn’t there something you’d like to tell MC?”  Saizo pulled the futon closer to them all as he urged Yukimura.  Getting a confused expression from both him and MC.  “About your feelings?”

“Oh.”  Both MC and Yukimura froze.

“Well,��� Yukimura kept looking down as he reached out to hold her hand, “I-I like you.”

“I like you too-!”  MC was responding when she was pulled from behind, her hand pulled from Yukimura’s.  

“Good. Now… it’s getting late and I think it’s time for all of us to get to bed.”  

“Uh?  What about-”  Her mind went back to the sensation of his hand on her leg.

“About what?”  Saizo’s tone was innocent, but his smile was far from it.

“Nothing!”

“Okay- I guess we’ll leave then.”  Yukimura stood up waiting for Saizo to come with him.  

“I think it’s far too late for either of us to leave this room tonight, come, let’s keep MC warm.”  Saizo stepped away to make himself comfortable, turning his back to MC and Yukimura as he did.

The pair shared a startled expression.  “I mean… do you want us to?”  Yukimura asked intently.  

“I mean… I don’t- sure?”  MC floundered for a response, trying to keep her pulse under control.

With a few more prodding Saizo was able to get them both in the blankets, MC sandwiched between them.  Not able to stand the way Saizo smiled at her and how it made her core tighten by itself, she settled for facing Yukimura who laid stiffly besides her.  

They timidly bid each other a good night, and the darkness started to settle in.  

Despite the body heat of the two men on either side of her, MC’s hair felt like it was standing on end.  Trying to surprise a shudder each time she felt Saizo’s breath on her shoulder.  He scooted closer, and while she felt like leaning back into him she moved to give him more space.  Eventually running into Yukimura who shivered as she brushed against him.  Finally she leaned back, and pressed into Saizo.  It felt like an eternity before she started to relax, the moment she did though his hand came up to rest on her hip.  

She shifted a little under his touch, his hand traveled sending little spark through her, especially when his hand touched her skin.  Squeezing her legs together, MC nearly yelped.  Already starting to feel a little heady by the way his breathing quickened when he touched her.  He murmured something comforting her the back of her neck.  His hand easing upwards to the top of her thigh, coaxing an invite from her.  

MC leaned back against him, starting to relax, his touch crept closer, wanting more.  She swallowed nervously as she opened her legs a little.  His fingers made his way to her folds and gently ran along it.  “Ah… Dear?”  Saizo called out to Yukimura, who MC could see was staring at the ceiling.  “She’s wet.”  He teased at her opening, spreading the juices around letting her feel how turned on she had become.  “Don’t you want to watch the faces she’ll make?”  

“Saizo that’s too much.”  MC started to turn away, ignoring the ache that was growing inside her.  

“No, look MC.”  He directed her towards the bulge growing in the blankets over Yukimura.  “I think working off a little steam might help all of us sleep tonight.  We don’t have to do much.  Why don’t I keep touching you, and Dear I want you to touch yourself and watch her.  Imagine being in her.”  

“O-okay, MC?”  Yukimura still hadn’t faced her, but his cheeks were flushed and she could see how quickly he was breathing as well.  

“S-sure.”  

Quickly turning on a light Saizo pulled at MC.  “Come back here then.”  He helped her lay down and angle so her leg was thrown over his hip, exposing her to the colder air.  She had barely gotten comfortable when he slipped a digit inside her, almost exploratory, finding a rhythm that had her tightening and clamping down on his finger.  “Good- good girl.  Look.”  He slipped two fingers in her and started at a slow pace, that matched the speed of Yukimura’s own hand as he rubbed over the fabric, sitting up to look at both Saizo and MC.

“Uncover yourself Yuki.”  Saizo urged, thrusting his fingers in at a sudden quickness that had MC gasping, her hands clasping onto Saizo and the blankets to steady herself.  Though unable to keep from bucking up to meet his hand.  

“Ah.”  Yukimura gasped and quickly freed himself.  Seeing his dick, MC tightened more around Saizo’s fingers.  

Saizo chided her, “not yet, just a show for now.  But imagine him, pounding into you.  I wonder what expressions you’ll make.”  His thumb found her clit and started circling it as his fingers matched the urgency of Yukimura’s hand as he rubbed himself, his glossy eyes staring hungrily at the mess Saizo was making of her.  

He was relentless, “you’re going to cum for us MC.”  He said with certainty, and she knew it was going to be soon, she was raising her hips, writhing against him that his hand was helping hold her open for Yukimura to watch.  

Yukimura panted, grunting as he inched closer.  “M-MC!”  At his cry, MC felt the coil in her snap and trembling orgasmed around Saizo who still didn’t relax, keeping it up to make her whimper with sensitivity.  

Saizo teased his teeth against her neck, making her even louder before he addressed the man who was starting to spasm, unable to look away from her.  “She’s twitching Yuki, she’s cumming, she’s so tight.”  Yukimura’s eyes widened and gasped, starting to cum into some fabric he picked up in a panic.  

All three of them were breathing heavily, shivering and shuddering.  Yukimura practically collapsing against MC.  “I hope… this wasn’t anything important.”  He murmured regretfully.  It wasn’t something MC immediately recognized.

“It’s mine, don’t worry about it.”  Saizo yawned, turning the lights back out.  “Now you two get to sleep.  I’ll be right back.”  He took the piece from Yukimura and before either of them could adjust to the new darkness Saizo was gone.

They tried to stay up, stammering thoughts to each other, wanting to wait for Saizo, but both of them were sound asleep when a silent ninja crept back into the room, looking spent himself.  

But when the morning arose MC found herself being snuggled on both sides by two men who she couldn’t see her life without.  

(Thank you so much for reading, any feedback is appreciated!)