#sits him rightttt back down

[rangertessadarling]

Will: (brand new to his fief, barely knows the Baron and Battlemaster) Skandians: (breaching the coast of Seacliff) Battlemaster and Baron: (inadequately prepared to fight and panicking over potentially 40 attacking Skandians) Will: "hold my beer i'll invite them to dinner real quick"

[pandorxxx]

Treat me like I’m yours (uninteresting Sequel)

Neteyam (20) x Omatikayan fem reader (19)

Warnings:SMUT THE HOUSE, pinning, spit, p in v, oral, hair pulling, rough sex, choking, degrading kink, cursing.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

It had been about a month since you and Neteyam…trained together. He hadn’t talked to you since that night. He’d try his best to avoid you, and when he did see you he would walk the other way. It hurt your feelings to know that you were just another one of his conquests, nothing more than a mistake to him.

Was he embarrassed to be seen with you? Scared that people would find out that he fucked the most unpopular girl in the clan? That he fucked a nobody? Manipulated you into thinking that you two would be something more?

“Y/n? Y/N!, can you snap out of your thoughts for 2 fucking seconds, and tell me which battle band looks better?” Ralu shouted, holding two bands in-front of you, waiting for you to choose.

“Ralu, I do not care. It’s MY party! Who are you trying to impress?” You asked, sitting up on your cot. Your 19th birthday celebration was tomorrow, and everyone seemed to be more excited than you were for it. Ralu rolled his eyes, and smirked before speaking.

“Bro, all the girls love it when I wear this. I need to know which color is best, don’t be annoying right now.” He laughed, raising his eyebrows at you. You sighed, bringing your cheek to the palm of your hand.

“The green one.” You pointed before standing to your feet. He smiled, looking down at the brown battle band, and then back at you.

“You’re right, the women will be going crazy over me tonight!” He nodded, trying the band on.

“I’m pretty sure they’ll go crazy no matter what you have on.” You said sarcastically, walking towards the entrance. Ralu chuckled as he watched you walk towards the hut door. He sighed, hesitating to speak.

“H-hey! Umm…Try to have a good time tonight. I know you don’t really like celebrations but this one is about you. Plus, you know father wants you to find a mate soon. It’s about that time, y/n.” Ralu explained, still gawking over his gorgeous body.

Your ears perked, and your eyes widened. Ralu was right, it was time for you to find a mate, but no man was interested in you, and the one that you thought could have been, was literally ignoring you.

“Y-yeah, I know. I’ll try to have fun tonight.” You lightly smile before continuing to walk towards the door.

“Hey where are you going anyway?” Ralu asked, finally looking back at you with his hands on his hips.

“I’m going to see Neytiri for my fitting, remember?” You turned around, smirking at him. His eyes widen in realization.

“Rightttt, right! Tell Neteyam I said to come by.” He nodded, turning back around to admire his band. Your heart dropped to your stomach at his name. You let out a nervous chuckle before nodding and heading out.

You made it to neytiri’s family hut. You hesitated to walk in, knowing that it’s a good chance that Neteyam could be in there. You couldn’t take that embarrassment, not on your birthday. You take a deep breath before pulling the tent cover back, and to your surprise, neteyam was nowhere to be found.

“Happy birthday, my love.” Neytiri smiled, walking towards you for a hug. You hugged her back, snuggling into her warm embrace.

“How is your day going?” She asked, rubbing your back as she swayed you side to side. You smiled, looking at her.

“It has been fine.” You confess. Neytiri finally lets you go, walking you over to the pieces she’s made for you.

“Just fine?” She asked, raising her eyebrow as she held the pieces towards your body. You Sigh, looking down to the ground.

“I’m just, not a party person. I do not like the attention. No one pays me any attention any other day, but because it’s my birthday, people all of the sudden know I exsist?” You explain, untying your cloths, throwing them to the side.

“I know you do not like the huge celebrations, but try to enjoy yourself, y/n. 19 is a great age to be, you know.” She smiles, tying your new top around your breasts.

“I know, I know. It just seems all fake to me.” You confess.

“Just give it a chance, y/n. You never know, you might meet a nice boy tonight. Especially with how beautiful you look.” She smiles before spinning you around towards her.

She stepped back, admiring how gorgeous you looked. The top was alittle revealing, but beautiful nonetheless. It was woven with the luminescent moss, making the top glow a bright blue. There were crystals and diamonds embroidered in the loincloth. It was short and sexy, allowing your gorgeous long legs to steal the show.

“I don’t know y/n, you might find a mate tonight. You look absolutely stunning.” She nodded, grinning at you.

“Wow…” you and neytiris head snap towards the hut entrance, revealing a speechless neteyam. He eyed you up and down, admiring your body and the beautiful cloths wrapped around it. Your eyes meet his for a moment until you look down to the ground as you desperately tried to hide your flushed cheeks. Neytiri’s eyes shift between you and Neteyam, with an all knowing smile plastered across her face.

“I-I, umm, yo-“ he stopped to chuckle at himself for being a nervous reck around you.

“You look….amazing, y/n.” He nodded proudly with a light smile. You almost gave in until you remembered how he’s been treating you lately.

“Mhmm” you hummed, not even looking at him. His heart immediately sank at your coldness towards him. He pursed his lips in anger, nodding slowly. Neytiri noticed the tension, and turned to you.

“How about I leave you two alone for a moment, ok? I’ll be back y/n.” She smiled, looking at both you and Neteyam again before walking out. Neteyam angrily slammed the door behind his mother before walking towards you.

“What is this attitude?” He asked concerned, but still visibly frustrated. You snap your head at him , almost astonished that he was acting completely oblivious to the way he has treated you lately.

“Are you serious right now?” You started, barely above a whisper. Neteyam stood straight up with his arms crossed, waiting for you to continue.

“You haven’t talked to me since that night. You have been IGNORING ME SINCE THAT NIGHT! And you think you can come in here, tell me I’m beautiful, and I’m just supposed to fall at your feet?” You shouted, gesturing angrily before walking closer to him.

“Not a fucking chance…” you whisper, poking him in his broad chest. He sighs throwing his head back before making eye contact with you.

“Y/n…you know we can’t be together. I had a moment of weakness that night, and we shouldn’t have done that. I can’t be with my best friends baby sister. Please, don’t make this hard for me.“ he explained, searching for understanding in your eyes. Your eyes widened as you backed up from him. Tears threatening to fall as you looked him up and down.

“Y/n i-“ you held your hand up to cut him off.

“No, no..” you shake your head side to side.

“I see. You’re just like everyone else. You got what you wanted out of me, and now we’re done here, right?” You ask, harshly wiping your tears away.

“You made me thinking that we would be something. That I finally found someone who understood me.” You stated, walking towards him again.

“It’s funny, you claim that you can’t be with me, but you initiated everything! You just wanted to be my first, so you could run around and tell your friends how I was for you, right?” You ask, looking up at him with a clenched jaw. He looked around frantically before looking back at you.

“Don’t speak like that.” He muttered through gritted teeth, glaring at you through his eyebrows.

“Was it not good enough for you? Is that what it is? Was I not as good as Si’rah?” You chuckle, trying to get a reaction out of him.

“Y/n, I am warning you. Stop talking now.” He said sternly, face contorting in anger.

“I’m sorry I’m not a whore like her, it was my first time. you knew that though, that’s why you wanted me right? You’re fucking sick.” You said, standing on your tippy toes, inches away from his lips.

“Enough!” He shouted, getting closer to you.

“Ohhh look at innocent little y/n! Let me see how far I can go with her! How fucking desperate do you have to be to FUCK your best-friends baby sist-“ you were cut off by neteyams hand wrapping around your neck, backing you into the wall.

“I told you not to speak like that.” He spoke, glaring at you.

“Fuck you.” You hissed, wiggling to get out of his grasp. He chuckled, bending down to your ear, grazing it with his fangs.

“You already did that. Don’t worry it was good for me, y/n, and I’d be happy to do it again. Looks like you kinda need it, you’re too uptight.” He whispered, backing up to reveal a devilish grin.

“I hate you.” You spat, tears forming in your eyes again.

“I hate you, too.” He whispered before crashing his lips into yours. You couldn’t help but melt under his touch, matching his rhythmic tone. He snaked his arms around your thighs, signaling for you to jump, as you wrapped your legs around his long torso. You two were cut off when you heard neytiri’s voice outside of the hut.

“Shit!” Neteyam whispered, placing you back down on the ground quickly. You adjust yourself, wiping your mouth quickly and so does Neteyam. He tried desperately to hide his huge bulge with his hands, before his mom walked in.

“Did you two talk it out?” Neytiri asked, walking back into the hut carrying a basket of fruits. You two looked at each other, and back to neytiri.

“Yup” you two say in unison with fake smiles. Neytiri sighed with relief, pulling the fruits out of the basket.

“Hey, ummm. My brother wanted to see you. He said to stop by.” You say, trying your best not to make eye contact with him.

“Yeah! Ok umm- i, I’ll go then.” he nodded at you and his mother before walking out, still hiding his boner with his hands.

“Hey you better get home, and get ready! You have 2 hours until the party starts.” Neytiri stated, still tending to the fruits. You nodded, thanking her for the cloths before leaving the hut.

It was 30 minutes until your party. Your mother did your hair different, taking your braids out and letting your hair be free and wavy. You had on your best jewelry, shining with every sudden move. You looked stunning, but you felt horrible.

You wanted Neteyam by your side, but he made it clear that it was just sex for him. Why would you even think that he would genuinely want you?

“My baby sister! Looking gorgeous as usual!” Ralu shouted, walking into your hut. He gripped your shoulders from behind, turning you towards him.

“Everyone is waiting for you, you ready?” He asked with a heart warming smile. You smiled at him sarcastically grabbing his hand.

“Let’s get this over with, pleaseeee!” you whine, pouting up at him. He chuckled, before letting your hand go, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking you towards the hut entrance.

“Just relaaaxxx, you’ll be fine, y/n” he smiled pulling you in closer.

You two finally made it to the common area. Everything was decorated so nicely, and the feast was huge. You could barely hear yourself think when everyone was shouting happy birthday to you. People who’ve walked right pass you on a regular day. All you could do was fake smile, and say thank you.

“Look at you, all grown up!” Jake smiled, walking towards you for a hug. He rubbed your back before pulling away to look at you.

“Please, sit!” He motioned towards his throne, decorated in crystals and lights. Your eyes lit up, before you looked back up at him.

“Thank you, sir!” You smiled, hugging him tightly again. He chuckled, hugging you back. He walked you to the seat, sitting you down in it.

You watched everyone having fun. Singing, dancing and eating. you were happy with how everything looked, but you couldn’t deny the overwhelming sadness when you couldn’t find Neteyam in the crowd. You were snapped back into reality by Nas’ir, one of the best young hunters in the clan.

“Hi, y/n. You look very pretty tonight.” He smiled, kneeling infront of you, as he caressed your thigh. Your body felt hot, you have never received this kind of make attention before. Your eyes widened as you looked down at his strong hand, gently massaging your thigh.

“I-Is this ok?” Nas’ir asked, searching for your consent. You nod frantically, smiling ear to ear.

You completely forgot about Neteyam in that moment. He watched from the background, getting angrier by the second from the way Nas’ir was touching you, and the way that you seemed to like it. He was sick to his stomach, watching you gawk over another man. There was even a point where you were sitting on his lap, with your legs across his fathers throne. Everyone was happy that you found a male that night, but Neteyam was utterly furious.

How could you do this to him? Letting that man caress your thigh, and whisper in your ear on HIS FATHERS THRONE???

“Hi stranger…” neteyam was immediately ripped out of his thought by Si’rahs voice. A voice that was once music to his ears, was now painfully annoying to him. He looked at her briefly and then back at you as you laughed with Nas’ir.

“Hi Si’rah.” He said annoyed. She walked up to him, feeling on his abs, and broad arms.

“What do you say we get out of here, huh?” She asked seductively grabbing his face to look towards her. He rolled his eyes, ripping her hands off of him.

“Do you ever take a break? From being a complete fucking slut.” He asked, shaking his head before walking away. Leaving her with a completely shocked look on her face. She crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one hip.

“You liked this slut last night!” She spat, tilting her head with a slight grin. Neteyam stopped in his tracks, walking back towards her. He grabbed her arm tightly, glaring at her.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I was thinking of someone else.” He snarled, looking at her with disgust before walking away.

To your surprise, you were actually having a good time. Everyone was happy, and you finally found a nice boy. Neteyam was far from your mind.

“Do you want to hang out tomorrow? We can go flying on our Ikrans in the morning.” Nas’ir asked, looking deep into your eyes. He grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers together.

“Ofcourse, I would be happy to!” You smiled, looking into his eyes, and then trailing down to his lips.

“Can I kiss you, y/n?” He asked, drawing circles into your back, as he looked you up and down. You felt him shift his hips underneath you, creating a pool between your legs. You bit your lip, before nodding quickly. He smiled leaning into you slowly.

“Y/n! A word?” Neteyam ruined the moment with his angry demeanor. You sighed loudly before looking up at Neteyam, towering over you and Na’sir.

“What?” You asked annoyed, leaning back into Nas’ir. Neteyam clenched his jaw, trying not to cause a scene infront of everyone.

“We need to talk. Get up.” He gestured for you to get up, glaring at you. You rolled your eyes, turning back to Nasir.

“Talk to me tomorrow, I’m busy right now.” You say, staring deeply into Nas’irs eyes, going in for that kiss that was ripped away seconds ago. Before your lips could touch, you were yanked out of Nasir’s lap, being dragged towards the forest.

“LET ME GOOO!” You whined as Neteyam pulled you towards the middle of the forest. He finally let you go, standing infront of you with nothing but anger in his eyes. He paced back and forth, trying to calm down.

“What the fuck were you doing with him? I mean he was all over you!” He shouted, gesturing angrily.

“What’s it to you Mr. I can’t date my best friends baby sister???” You mocked, as you watched him pace back and forth.

“Do you like him? You were sitting on his lap like you liked him! Holding his hand like you LIKED him!” He asked frantically, almost hyperventilating.

“Are you jealous, neteyam?” You ask sarcastically, grinning sadistically. He stopped pacing, running his hands through his braids roughly.

“FUCK, YES! I AM JEALOUS!” He finally confessed, breathing hard as he glared at you.

You were shocked by his sudden outburst, backing away from him slowly.

“you are all I’ve been able to think about since that night, and it is driving me crazy. But I can’t have you, and it’s killing me to see you with another man.” He explained, almost in tears.

“It is your fault! I wanted to be with you, and you just threw me away!” You started, looking him in the eyes.

“You don’t know what you want Neteyam, and that’s completely fine. But you won’t lead me on any longer. Nas’ir actually likes me, and you’re not going to ruin this for me. I WONT LET YOU!” You shouted, before turning around to walk away from him. He became so frustrated with you, growling loudly before pulling you back to him by your arm.

“Nas’ir can’t do what I do for you!” He growled, leaning down to your face, nose to nose. You look him up and down, titling your head.

“And what do you do for me?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows, looking into his angry eyes. That was enough to send him over the edge. He picked you up, pinning you to a tree.

“Well for starters” he started, turning you around, holding you to the tree by your back.

“I was your first!” He grunted, ripping your loincloth off, causing you to yelp in pain from the force.

“Secondly” he started again, bending down to your ass, spreading your cheeks open to reveal your dripping cunt.

“I gave you your first orgasm! Remember that?” He shouted before connecting his tongue with your clit, sucking it harshly. Your eyes widened as you held onto the tree to keep you up.

“You are mine, y/n!” He hummed into your cunt, making your knees buckle slightly before you regained your balance. You bit your lip as he flicked your clit with his tongue.

“Treat me like I’m yours then.” You moaned, holding the tree tightly. He stopped, standing back up. He pulled your hair, making you meet his eyes from behind.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded, untying his loincloth in the process. You obliged, and he spit slowly, creating a line from his mouth to yours. You happily swallowed, licking your lips after you were done.

“I’m gonna treat you like your mines alright. You won’t ever wanna leave.” He whispered, still looking into your upside down eyes. He finally got his loincloth off. He gripped his cock, tapping the tip on your ass.

“Are you gonna be a good little slut tonight?” He asked, kissing your forehead. You nodded with a drunken smile, waiting for him to have his way with you. He slid his cock in between your folds, making you let out a soft moan at the sudden friction. He finally slid into you slowly, letting your hair go. You instantly hugged the tree, shutting your eyes tightly at the new found fullness.

Neteyam leaned onto you, crushing you between the tree and his broad chest as he started thrusting into you slowly. You whimpered softy , biting your lip to try and suppress your moans. Neteyam leaned down to your ear, kissing it before speaking.

“No, I want you to get loud for me. Let everyone know that you belong to me.” He whispered, rubbing his head in the crook of you neck, trying to leave his scent.

“Ughhh fuck, you feel so good!” You whine, clinging to the tree for dear life. He grabbed your arms, leaning them against the tree above your head. He held them there as he watched you struggle to keep your balance.

“Remember when you said that you wouldn’t fall at my feet anymore?” He whispered, nibbling on your neck as he sped up the pace. You felt your legs giving out, and before you knew it, you were on the ground.

“Look at you now. At my fucking feet!” He growled, pulling you onto your knees by your hair. He lined his cock up to your mouth before plunging it down your throat. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your throat contract to fit his huge cock. You gaged loudly, trying to push him out of your mouth.

“No, you talk too fucking much! This should shut you up!” He grunted, thrusting into your mouth hard and deep. Tears started to roll down your cheeks. You grabbed either sides of his waist for leverage, as he showed you no mercy. Spit starting dripping out of your mouth down your chest. You felt your consciousness slipping away from the lack of air. Before you knew it, he pulled out of you mouth, letting you catch you breath.

“Don’t pass out on me, baby!” He grunted, slapping the tip onto your tongue. He looked down at your puffy face, and red teary eyes. He grabbed your head, massaging it.

“You’re ok baby, You’re ok.” He said before getting on his knees behind you, pulling your pelvis up, and pushing your head into the moss underneath you. He slowly slid into you again, making you cry out.

“No baby, you’ve gotta take it. I can’t let you get away with being such a bad girl today.” He groaned, thrusting into you deeply. He hit your spot with every stroke, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure throughout your body.

“Neteyam, please!” You beg, trying to crawl away from him, but his grip on your hips was too tight. He grabbed your arms, pinning them behind your back as he rolled his hips into you, massaging your sweetspot with his tip. Your mouth flew opened as your head went limp, falling back into the ground.

“I know, I know. Just fucking take it.” He moaned, rubbing your back, as he held your wrists with his other hand.

“Mmmmm i can’t do it, please!” You screamed, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach.

“You can and you will! You had the nerve to talk to Nas’ir? I can’t let you get away with that, y/n!” He grunted, throwing his head back, feeling his high approach him slowly.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It won’t happen again, neteyam!” You shouted. His ears perked up at your sudden submission.

“Oh! I’ve gotta see this.” He grunted pulling out of you. He laid back pulling your limp body on top of him. He slid his cock into you once more, making your face ball up in pleasure.

“Sit up! I wanna see you apologize.” He moaned, holding onto your waist tightly to keep you up. You held onto his broad shoulders for leverage, as he started thrusting up into you.

“Apologize.” He commanded, rolling his hips into you slowly. Your mouth flew opened, as you looked deep into his eyes.

“I’ll stop if you don’t say sorry.” He smirked, tilting his head at you. He rolled his hips into you faster, hitting your sweetspot everytime.

“I’m so sorry neteyam, it won’t happen again!” You whine, throwing your head back, rolling your hips with his, as you chased your orgasm.

“No! look at me and say it!” He grabbed the back of your head, pulling your forehead to his. He started thrusting into you fast and hard again. Your face contorted with pleasure as your eyes rolled back.

“SAY IT!” he growled, feeling his high approaching again.

“IM FUCKING SORRY! IT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN, I PROMISE YOU!” You screamed as you felt your orgasm. Your body shook violently, as you clenched around him.

He threw his head back in relief, finally feeling his high approach him. He shot his load straight up into you, letting out the loudest moan.

“Fuck yes!” He shouted as his eyes rolled back. He thrusted his seed all the way into you, making sure you caught every drop. You fell into his chest, panting loudly. He caressed your back, as he tried to catch his breath.

“Are you going to leave me again, neteyam?” You asked breathlessly, still laying on his shoulder.

“No, I’ve learned my lesson, tonight. I’ll never leave you again. I promise.” He confessed, hugging you tightly. You hugged him back before speaking.

“I’ve learned mine too.”

Bro, this long ass story🙄. Like I said, I was procrastinating the entire day, but I made the deadline😏 and that’s all that matters! As always, I love y’all🫶🏽❤️

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

[camryn-haitani]

Phobia Factor

Duncan x GNReader

Ep: Phobia Factor

TW: suicide talk and panic attack

All the campers are gathered around the fire sharing their fears. But you, you're a little smarter than that. but not as smart as Chris.

I know this isn't like a main fear some of y'all have, but this is a main fear for me. so I just wanted to put it out there beforehand. also just to clarify, y'all aren't dating in the beginning.

- - - - - -

"c-celine dion music store standees..." Duncan says while his head hung low. "uh exsqueeze me? I didn't quite catch that" Cody exclaimed while leaning more towards Duncan. "shut the fuck up you little asshole or I'll kick your puny ass into next week's challenge." Duncan said while holding Cody's shirt.

(in the confession booth)

"uhhh I'm a little scared right now. like I have a feeling Chris is gonna get some sick twisted idea for us. ya know, since we're saying what our fears were. but ain't no way I'm saying that shit Infront of people. and ain't no way I'm saying it here either." I say while crossing my arms.

(with Chris and Chef)

"heh heh heh, oh don't worry y/n. we've been watching you very carefully. you don't have to say what your fear is, I already know it." Chris said followed by a maniacal laugh. "ya know man, you're one sick freak. but me too." chef said while eating his dessert.

(back at the campfire)

"what about you y/n? what are you scared of?" Courtney egged on. "y'all a bunch of dumbasses ya know. y'all seriously didn't think that Chris is gonna do something with this info that he has on us now." I say. "omg you're rightttt." Lindsey said. you facepalmed and shook your head. "I'm headed to bed, good night y'all." I say while stretching and popping my back. "wait up sweetheart, I'll walk you there." Duncan says while walking behind you. "why's that bitch gotta take him away?" Courtney said quietly.

"you know, I have a feeling you're right about the whole Chris gonna do something with our fears thing." Duncan said while putting his arm around your shoulder. "I told y'all" I say, "well good night Duncan. I'll hopefully see you tomorrow." "good night babe." he says while kissing the back of your hand.

'why are feelings so hard. I think I'm falling for Duncan. we've just clicked from the beginning. shit. but I'm in this to win it.' I think to myself before falling asleep

(next morning)

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING CAMPERS. RISE AND SHINE. MEET ME AT THE LODGE FOR BREAKFAST IN 5 MINUTES." Chris yelled over the loudspeakers. "can't we just get 30 more minutes of fuckin sleep?" leshawna said while rubbing her head.

after I got dressed, I walked out of the cabin and was met with Duncan having his back facing me. "hey sweet cheeks, you ready?" "yeah yeah I'm coming." I say still trying to wake up. we started walking to the lodge and I felt someone glaring daggers into my back. I turn around and nothings there. I brush off the feeling and keep walking.

"heyyyy campers. while you finish up breaky, how about heather meet me up at the amphitheater. it's sumooooooo time." "WHAT" Heather spats out along with her drink which hit Gwen. "real fuckin nice heather." Gwen said while her face dripping in water. "awww at least it's a good look on you." Heather says while walking out, shaking with fear.

"see I told you assholes Chris was gonna do something." I yell. "hey y/n. I need to talk to you. it's something important." Chef says while he pulls me out the door.

"ok guys. I found out what y/n's fear is. and I'm really not gonna like saying this but, I need y'all's help to make it work." Chris whisper yells.

(after Chris explained what they need to do)

"you're one sick ticket dude." leshawna says. "yeah man, this is just wrong." Duncan said with his head hung.

(at the amphitheater)

"ohhhhh ok I get it now. thanks chef." I say while walking to go sit next to Duncan. "no problem y/n." chef says going back to Chris. "hey Duncan." I sit down next to him. *silence* "uhh Duncan? you ok?" "why the fuck are you always following me around? get the fuck away from me. this is why Courtney's better than you." he snaps. "......oh. I'm sorry." I sadly say. I get up and go sit next to Gwen. "hey Gwen." "ughh the hell do you want? if you're not gonna be useful then stop wasting my time." Gwen yells. I have one more person I can go to. "hey trent." I say hoping he's not gonna be the the other two. "omg y/n stop thinking we're friends. we are not friends and we will never be friends. go jump off the fucking cliff we did in the first challenge. you'd be doing us a favor." trent says while regretting every word that came out of his mouth.

'fuck fuck fuck. it's happening again' I say in my head. I get up and walk to the woods.

"SHIT. WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME." I cry while sliding down a tree to sit down.

*suicide talk starts*

they were right. I should jump off that cliff. my breathing becomes ragged and unstable. I start to shake and my vision gets blurry.

(with Duncan)

'where did y/n go?' Duncan thought. but then a certain memory can across his mind.

*flashback*

"yeah I've had to move schools alot because of how much the people there bullied me and told me things that broke my mental health. I've been told to kill myself. multiple times. my biggest fear is being replaced and forgotten." I say.

me and Duncan were somewhere in the woods just talking. me and him have gotten kinda close but not that close.

*back to now*

Duncan pov:

"I fucked up. I fucked up bad." I say while standing up. I run. I don't know where I'm running to, but I'm running. wait, I'm running to find y/n. I check the cabin, I check the lodge, I check the bathroom. I check everywhere. wait, the woods.

your pov:

it's getting worse. this is the worst attack I've ever had. I start scratching my arm to try and regain neutrality. but nothing is working. I can't stand. I can't talk. I can't think.

Duncan pov:

shit shit shit. I hear them, but I don't know where they are. "Y/N" I yell to at least try. but alas, I don't hear a response.

your pov:

"Y/N"

I faintly hear my name but I can't respond. no matter how hard I try. my voice just won't come out. but I see some rocks. I pick one up and find the strength to throw it. I get one about a foot away from me. I pick up another one, this time I got it a little farther. the last rock, I throw it the farthest. then j hear rapid footsteps coming towards me.

"holy shit y/n. I'm so sorry. I'm a horrible person." Duncan says with tears in his eyes. he picks me up and puts me in his lap while he sits against the tree. he has his hand on the back of my head. 'this is nice' I think. Im still shaking. my throat is hoarse from crying. I'm weak from the energy I've been exerting.

after a good hour or two, I've finally calmed down. Duncan noticed it and asked, "do you wanna go back with the others or to the cabin?" it was around the afternoon and the challenge is over.

"I wanna go see Trent and Gwen." I say barely audible. "ok sweet cheeks let's go."

he picks me up and puts his arm around my waist and we begin walking.

"y/n omg I'm so sorry. I'm such a shitty person. please forgive me. I'll do anything." Gwen said while crying and hugging me. I hug back. "I forgive you. but please never do that again. promise?" "I promise." we break from the hug and I sit down. "fuck y/n. I'm so sorry, I'm a horrible friend. I shouldn't have said those things to you." Trent said while also crying. "please forgive me." "it's gonna take a while for me to forgive you. but I accept you're apology."

we all eat dinner and eve's drop the campfire ceremony. Tyler gets voted off. and we all go back to the cabins.

"y/n!"

"oh hey Duncan. what's up?"

"lemme walk you to your cabin."

"sure"

we begin walking and he says

"y/n. I think I like you. like I get nervous around you and I care about you a lot and when I saw you having that panic attack, I felt horrible because I knew I was the cause. but forget that, I want to be with you. I wanna be by your side through everything. even after this shit show."

"Duncan I like you too."

he closed the gap between us.

after a few minutes, we part.

"well good night sweet cheeks. think if me when you dream" he says

"I already do"

"WHAT" he says with the biggest blush on his face.

- - - - - - -

[primadonalover]

Come away with me

Summary: When the Durrels decide to leave England for the wonders of Corfu, Larry immediately knows who he must bring along.

Requested by anonymous

A few months earlier

The rain spat violently against the hardened glass of y/ns bedroom, just another typical day in dreary England, not even a glimer of sun in sight.

The girl sat cuddled amongst her beds blankets, silently reading Frankenstien. Enjoying the comfort of her own presence, although couldn't help feeling that someone was missing beside her.

The sudden sounds of a commotion from downstairs didn't give her any rise or fall in emotions. She was used to it. The shouting, the fighting, often directed at her. Only after a minute she noticed this wasn't the usual screaming match as this time, what followed after the shouts were what sounded to be a pair of feet running upstairs.

Before y/n even had any time to process what was going on, the door flew open, and Larry appeared with his typical grin plastered on his face.

"Why hello." He smiled shutting the door behind him, throwing his hat at the coat rack.

"Did you know that your parents don't like me very much?." He laughed, flopping down on the bed next to y/n, wrapping and arm around her waist, causing her to chuckle.

"Yea I kinda guessed that from when they first met you and you told them you wanted to quit your job to become a writer."

"Honesty is the only policy my dear" He spoke holding up a finger to her.

"Yea well there's honesty and then there's you Larry." She chuckled, going back to her reading.

Larry leaned over, his head resting on her should.

"I've read this a thousand times" He mumbled ad she tried to hold her concentration. They proved to be difficult as the boy on her shoulder kept talking over her reading, clearly restless.

Finally after alot of fidgeting Larry spoke up.

"Speaking of honesty...."

"What did you do?" Y/n smirked sitting up.

"Well , now don't get annoyed." He began standing up.

"Oh no this is bad, your doing a speech."

"Well you see.....the thing is....my mother has made a rather....major decision."

"Rightttt?"

"And the decision was prompted by me, the first time she's actually taken my advice actually and-"

"Larry! Concentrate !"

"Right yes sorry uh where was I?"

"Big family decision."

"Right thank you. Yes the decision. The decision is you see ....that.... we're moving."

"Oh, moving where?"

"Yes well that's the thing, we're moving quite...far away."

"Well how far, Scotland?"

"No, further."

"Futher ?! How further Larry?!"

"Corfu." He said shoving his hands deep into his trouser pockets.

Y/n stood up, he eyes wide.

"Corfu?!" He nodded nervously as y/n walked up to him.

"As in Greece Corfu!? Another country?! In Europe!?"

"Yes."

"Your gonna leave me! Alone! With my parents!?"

"Now just listen-"

"Listen!? Larry you said we were going to get married! You said you loved me! You said I inspired your writing and-"

"I want you to come with me y/n." He interupted, clutching her by her arms.

Y/n couldn't help but smile with excitement.

"Really?"

"Yes! Your really the only one I can stand in my family, and I love you more than anything!"

"Your not so bad yourself ya know." She smiled putting her arms around his neck, the two gently swaying.

"As long as your family are happy with me going aswell."

"Well mother addords you and margo sees you practically as her sister, Leslie can tolerate you like everyone else and Gerry...."

"Gerry is...gerry?" Y/n laughed

"Yes gerry is gerry." Larry repeated chuckling.

"This is so exciting." Y/n spoke giving him a quick kiss. "You'll finally be able to quit that boring job and write!"

"See this is why I love you so much!" He smirked before going in for a deep and passionate kiss with y/n running her hands through his hair.

Larry pulled away gently to give them a breath but swiftly began to pepper light kisses across her jaw down to her neck.

"Larry my parents. " She squeaked laughing, trying to push him away, which resulted in him making his frowny face, giving her puppy eyes.

"Fine come here, but just be quiet mister."

"I make no promises ." He stated before quickly picking her up around his waist.

Present time

Tap tap tap tap tap tap

"USE A PEN AND PAPER LARRY!"

Y/n woke up to once again the sound of commotion about the house , though this time it was different. She felt the sun's heat cascade onto her skin as she lay across the bed gazing at her boyfriend who so busy tip taping on his typewriter, not even stopping for a breath.

"Sounds like you've got some good ideas going." She spoke in yawn, getting up and walking over him.

"Can't talk, busy writing." He mumbled taking another puf of his cigarette only to have y/n snatch it from his hand, putting it to her own lips, with Larry glancing up at her.

"Go, your distracting me." He mumbled as he felt himself being pulled away from his writing already.

"Aw poor baby." Y/n teased softy grabbing his jaw, bringing his lips to hers. After a few seconds of indulging in the kiss, Larry pulled away

"No goooo, I need to write."

"Fine fine." She giggled leaving with his dressing gown around her.

Downstairs

"Morning y/n." Mrs Durrell smiled as she arranged some flowers in the kitchen whilst Margo sat at the table reading some kind of fashion magazine.

"Morning all." She smiled taking a seat next to Margo "So what's today's top read Margo?"

"Today's Modern Women." She replied handing it to her.

"Sounds scandalously progressive." Y/n smirked whilst taking a read.

"I'm hoping it'll tell me how to find a man." Margo huffed palcing her head in her band.

"You don't a man Margo." Y/n laughed as she got up to help with the dishes.

"Well, that's easy for you to say. You have a one already."

"I do, although HE DOESNT SEEM TO WANT TO GIVE ME ANY ATTENTION THIS MORNING!" She shouted, making sure Larry could hear her over the sound of the typewriter.

"YOUR A BLOODY PAIN!" He shouted back at her causing the girls to laugh.

"Morning all." Leslsi walked in, gun in hand and a rabbit in another. "How'd everyone sleep."

"Didn't get much sleep if ya know what I mean." Y/n winked

"Stop! I do not want to hear about that. " He raised his voice before storming out.

"Do you hear that?" Margo stated, looking around the room.

"Hear what darling?" Mrs Durrel asked

"Yea I don't hear anything." Y/n agreed.

"Exactly, it's silent, no typing."

Before anyone could say anything else, the sound of Larry rushing down the stairs became evident to all in the household.

"It's finished! I've finished it!"

He ran in, clutching a bunch of papers.

"My first short story, I've finished it!"

Y/n coudnt help but smile at how excited Larry looked, she always loved seeing him passionate about the things he loved.

"I'm so proud of you darling." She rushed over to him, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Good, and you should be because I've had to put up with a lot of distractions from you." He chuckled only to resieve a stern look.

"Ooo I know that stare to well." Mrs Durrel chuckled

"NOT that I didn't enjoy those distractions." Larry spoke hurriedly, trying to save himself.

"Darling, I'm just messing with you "

"Oh yes of course." He laughed nervously "Now back to me and my writing."

"Urggh tell it to someone who cares." Margo huffed, getting up.

"You think I want to read that filth." Leslie scoffed from the other room.

Larry turned to his mother only to find her gone and busy cleaning some other part of the house.

"Ah Gerry -"

"No larry he's to young." Y/n laughed pulling him back from trying to find his very his little brother.

Larry looked down, she could tell he was disappointed no one wanted to read it, but his family did often overlook his creative skills.

"Hey, larry ? Look at me? Laryy-"

"I'm going for a walk?" He muttered pushing past her, grabbing his hat and headed out.

Y/n just huffed, she tries to be as supportive of his writing as she could be but it wasn't a messy when the rest of his family seemed to barely care

"Oh what's the matter with him?" Mrs Durrel commented as she saw larry leaving.

"No one seemed to care about his writing! "

"Oh but we do care! We just struggle to understand what it is he's writing about."

"Well please try harder. I'm going to find him." Y/n stated heading out to find the saddened writer.

"Larry! " She called looking around

"I think he's sat down at the beach." Gerry called from up a tree startling y/n.

"Thanks ." She waved back before heading down to the cove, seeing her boyfriend sat on the sand looking grumpy.

"Hey." She said in a cheery way and placing herself next to him, stealing his hat for her own head. Larry just rolled his eyes, trying hide his smile.

"That hats to big for you ya know." He commented trying to sound serious

"I know, but I like it." She smiled back.

The pair sat in comfortable silence and y/n inched herself closer to Larry, there arms touching.

"And what are you up to missy." He questioned with a snicker.

"You know they care about you " She spoke and noticed how his smile dropped.

"They just struggle showing it."

"I know, I just wish they were interested and excited as I was." He sighed.

"But I am! I think your amazing Larry and so talented, one day you'll be a famous writer."

"You think?"

Y/n was used to thia by now. His family rarely saw this side of larry, self-consciousness, and doubtful. Though she always loved to encourage him.

"I don't think , I know." She smiled giving him a kiss.

"Call me an amazing writer again." Larry smirked

"No you've got enough of an ego as it is." Y/n chuckled going stand up only to have her arm grabbed and pulled back down onto Larry's lap, his arms firmly wrapping around her.

"Is this you holding me hostage." She giggled

"Call me an amazing writer again? Please?" He spoke pulling a pouty face.

"Fineee only if you'll let me go then?" She asked earning a nod from him.

"You Laurence Durrel are an amazing writer.:

"Thank you." He smiled and gently kissed her lips, still latching on tightly to her.

"Now let me go!" Y/n laughed as she tried to wriggle free.

"Uh no I don't think I want to." He smirked and y/n gasped sarcastically.

"The betrayal!"

"Oh, shut up." He laughed, falling back onto the sand with y/n lying on top of him.

"I could get used to this." She whispered gazing into his eyes ,linking her hand in his.

"Well, unless your parents turn up to ship you back home,we've got all the time in the world."

The pair smiled as they cuddled on the sand .

"Young love ." Mrs Durrel smiled looking on.

"Looks pretty gross to me.' Margo snickerd

"STOP! I DO NOT NEED TO SEE THAT!" Leslie yelled down at the two making them laugh.

"Just ignore him." Larry chuckled placing a soft kiss on her head.

"Always do." Y/n responded with a smile

"WE HAVE BEDROOMS FOR THAT!"

Hello my darlings ♡♡♡

I hope you Durrels fans enjoyed this! Larry is such a great character and deserves a bigger fan base! So please make sure to request!

[everestica]

'*•.¸♡ Akito Shinonome x Fem!Reader: Sleepover !♡¸.•*'

➳ A little bit of angst, and a fight scene, but other then that it should be pure fluff!

➳A gift for @noverenia (tysm once again, ILYYY)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

It was finally the time, your sleepover at the Shinonome’s house, and while most of your friends in school teased you about sleeping over with Akito, that was far from the truth. You were actually going over to have a sleepover with Ena, as you had been friends with her LONG before you had started dating Akito. You had met up with Ena on the way to her house, and she had told you earlier that day that she had everything ready and that you didn’t have to worry about anything. After a couple minutes of walking you had gotten to her house and stepped inside greeting her mom, taking your shoes off and then going to Ena’s room with her. You two sat on her bed for a couple minutes scrolling on your phones before she almost threw her phone across the room squealing.

Then she turned to you, while you looked confused, and she, with sparkles in her eyes.

Ena: You should totally prank Akito when he comes home from practice! 

Then she pulls out her phone and shows you the video that she was just squealing at, it’s about a couple and they're staying at somebody else’s house, and the boyfriend was trying to hide away from the girlfriend the whole time and trying not to get caught.

Ena: See! It would be super funny, Pleaseeeee!

You sigh before accepting, thinking about how you know she wouldn’t leave you alone unless you did. Just then Ena ran downstairs with you to tell her mother about the plan, and luckily Mrs.Shinonome was 100% cool with it and wanted to help out. Then the door started opening and Akito was coming inside, so Ena quickly pushed you into the other room.

Akito: uhh what was that Ena..? I could have sworn I just saw somebod..

Ena: Nope! I think you're just tired from practice that you're now starting to see things.. Aww it’s okay I think you just need a nap! 

Akito: uhhh okay

Then he turns looking weirdly at Ena before heading into his room and shutting the door. She sighs before pulling you out of the room she shoved you in, her mother laughing in the process. 

Ena: I’m so sorry about that! Well I guess that begins the prank! 

She smiles while you sigh, and then she pulls you back to her room before he can come back out and see you. 

A couple hours go by with you and Ena gossiping about what’s happening at school, her asking about your relationship with Akito, and then talking about Nightcord, and her drawings. Then a voice rings out from the kitchen calling for dinner, but before the two of you can get up and go to the table, Ena gets a text from her mother. 

Mother: Don’t come yet, this is just for Akito so that he doesn’t see (name) :)

Ena: Okayyy

She giggles and then sits back down on her bed, you look at her a little weird before she explains about what her moms plan was. After you realize you just sit down with her until 20 minutes goes by and you get another text saying it’s okay to come out for dinner. So the two of you did, and sat down at the table before eating rather quickly, just then Akito came back out of his room and you slid down and hid under the table praying that Akito wasn’t going to actually be paying attention. 

He just walked out and passed by the table grabbing a water bottle before looking up from his phone and saw Ena and his Mother looking very scared.

Akito: uhhh did I interrupt something..?

Mother Shinonome: Uh Nope we were just having a lovely conversation about school!

Ena: Uh yeah school!

Akito: Rightttt.. 

Then he goes back to looking at his phone, walking to the door and then shutting it behind him. They both sighed and then heard a sigh from under the table, you then lifted yourself back onto the chair and continued to finish dinner, afterwards Ena pulled you back to the living room suggesting that you watch a movie, around this time it was 7pm-ish, perfect time for a movie! But there was one detail that Ena didn’t include. She meant multiple movies and by the time she said she was “finished” it was already like 1am, but then oh no! You guys forgot to watch Legally Blonde! So she puts that in and starts watching it excitedly. Then you two hear a door opening and a small groan from the doorway, and low and behold it’s a half awake Akito. You and Ena quickly throw the blanket that you two were using over you trying to shield yourself. 

Ena: Ah Akito! What are you doing up this late?

Akito: ‘m pretty sure I heard something.. 

He then starts rubbing away the sleepiness from his eyes

Akito: wait.. Why is there just a giant pile of blankets..?

Ena: Ya know just in case I get a cold! 

Akito: but.. You like never get cold..

Then he walks up and pulls the blanket off you, revealing you with your hands in jazz hands

You: Surprise..?

Akito stood there for a minute before looking a little angry and pulling you up from the couch and leading you into his room, before sitting you down on his bed.

Akito: How long have you even been here?!

You: uhh since after school.?

Akito looks pissed as he sighs

Akito: And why didn’t you think about telling me??

His voice starts to get a little louder

You: Me and Ena were playing a little prank on you is all.. It’s not really a big deal..

Akito: You right, it’s a huge deal! I can’t even trust my own girlfriend to tell me when she’s visiting.

Just then there is a scoff at the door, you both turn and see Ena standing there 

Ena: Well Akito, if you’re just gonna keep arguing with her, then I’m taking her back to my room so we can have more girl time

Akito looks a little shocked and his face softens a little bit, and before you know it Akito had pushed you onto the bed and you were now laying in his arms

Akito: No. 

Ena laughed a little before shutting the door and turning off Legally Blonde and heading back to her room. 

Even though he didn’t necessarily apologize, you know he was sorry. There was no way he would give into PDA in front of Ena without actually loving you.

[cybussy]

Post-Gym Workout

ryzar comes home from the gym

pairing: ryzar blazenfang x gn!reader

genre: smut

tags: masturbation (mentioned), fingerfucking, throatfucking, no actual penis-hole segs

ao3

“I’m home~ Where are you cupcake?” Ryzar called out from the front door as he untied his shoes.

Putting them aside on the shoe rack, he headed straight to the living room to look for his lover who’d usually be doing work while watching TV on the sofa. Today, however, you were nowhere to be seen. Ryzar looked in the kitchen, the bathroom, and even your home office (which is normally empty because according to you, it’s ‘cold and lonely’), but he didn’t see you. He figured you’d be in the bedroom resting up so he headed there after checking everywhere.

He opened the door with a bright smile, excited to see you again after a hard, long, exhausting day at the gym, but what welcomed him was a sight he never imagined to see. Ryzar felt his breath stop for a moment, his heart pumping fast as if he’d just finished working out, and a tent growing on his hot, gray sweatpants.

���Is this what you were doing while I was at the gym?” Ryzar exclaimed as he covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his reddening face.

You jump at the voice, instinctively closing your legs with the vibrator still between them, the big, wet spot on the bed doing nothing to take your boyfriend’s attention from the sight of you masturbating.

You let out a startled squeak, “Why are you back so early!?”

Ryzar dropped his hand to his sides and pouted, “Well, I missed you… and I have to stream at 8.”

You looked away from him, scrambling to get dressed, yet to no avail as Ryzar dropped his gym bag and walked towards the bed, hovering over you, making you lay down flat on the bed.

“Can I help you? Please?”

Shivers run down your whole body, Ryzar looked at you with his pouty face yet incredibly hungry eyes and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck for a passionate kiss.

His hands wandered around your body, he cupped your face to bring you closer into the kiss, deepening it. From your cheek, to your chest, and eventually between your legs. Ryzar harshly threw the vibrator to the floor and started to rub your hole with his middle finger, “Feels way better than any vibrator, rightttt~?” he asks as he shoves his finger inside you, curling it and hitting your G-spot whose location he knew all too well.

Ryzar continues to fingerfuck your hole as the two of you kissed, hungry, sloppy, and hot.

Like he wanted to devour you.

He broke off the kiss and bit your shoulder as he continued to fuck you with his hand, 3 fingers this time. A familiar pleasure built up on your stomach, “Ry… too much…” you managed to say through your moans and whimpers. Ryzar chuckles before kissing your forehead, “You want to cum, baby?” he asks and you nodded, he starts to go faster and you bit your lip to hold in your moans as he fingers you relentlessly.

“You’re tightening up, hah.. you might break my fingers by the way you squeeze them.” Ryzar teases as he curls his fingers up, “Please please please please please…” you desperately let out breathy pleas, he starts to pinch and rub your right nipple and kiss your face all over, “You can cum baby, let it all out on my fingers.”

You let out one loud moan as you orgasm, your eyes rolled at the back of your head and Ryzar smiled at the sight, “Good, good baby..” He leans in for another kiss as you feel yourself calm down and Ryzar takes his fingers out of you.

Ryzar kneels on the bed with you between his legs, you let out a small noise as ‘Thanks’ before sitting up and leveling with his chest, you look up at him. You’ve been eyeing his erection for a while now, I mean it’s hard not to, it’s so big after all.

He takes notice of this, smirking at you, “You want it?”

Giving him the puppy eyes, you nodded, “Mm.. I want to suck it, can I?”

His grin grows wider.

-

“Hah- God, how are you so good with your mouth?” Ryzar grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you closer, making you throat his cock. You gag on it a little and he laughs cockily, “Still not used to it, cupcake?”

You look at him with teary eyes, “Aw, look at you.. you can take it though, right?” He says as he wipes your tears and continues to fuck your mouth.

“So wet and hot.. you’re gonna make me cum soon if you keep sucking like a good pet, cupcake.”

In, out, in, out. He guides your head as he continues to use your mouth, thrusting his hips occasionally, sometimes almost falling off the edge of the bed where he sat and you kneeling on the floor in front of his cock.

“Cupcake.. cupcake.. fuck-! aahh..” Ryzar groans, he moves your head faster and you suck harder while rolling your tongue around his whole cock.

He pushes your head all the way, cutting your airways off and you start to feel lightheaded.

“Cumming.. ngh..!” His hips buckle as he came down your throat, your mouth filled with warm seed and you swallow, taking his dick out of your mouth, you show him just that.

Ryzar blushes at the sight, “Cupcakeeee.. you swallowed? Good job, I’m so proud of you. You make me so happy.” He smiles at you before picking you up and sitting you down on his lap, kissing you passionately; he even tasted himself in your mouth.

“I love you, cupcake.”

You smile softly, “Love me enough to cancel stream and fuck me all night?”

Ryzar laughs, “Well I don’t know about that… I have to go meet the Ryzawrs tonight.”

[totallynotbat]

28 - Massage 

Prompt: Phil’s back is really hurting, mainly due to accidental back posture. Tommy and Wilbur decide to help. (IRL!)

Phil was sitting on his desk chair in his office, squirming around in his place a bit, followed by him putting his hand on his back.

“Phil, are you okay?” Tommy asked, sitting on the bed.

“Yeah, I’m good mate.” Phil brushed it off, slightly more tense than usual.

“Are you sure?” Tommy asked again, looking at Wilbur who had a concerned look on his face. 

“Yes.” Phil spoke, slightly annoyed, followed by Wilbur spinning the chair so that way Phil was facing him and Tommy. 

“Okay stop, what’s up with you?” Wilbur asked, quickly squeezing Phil’s back. “You are all tensed up.” 

“Ugh, back has been sore the past few days, could be from the way I’m streaming.” Phil explained, rubbing the area Wilbur touched. 

“Could be from your posture.” Wilbur spoke. “Let us help you, if you allow us too.” Wilbur looked at Tommy, who nodded.

Phil just silently nodded in response. 

Wilbur moved Phil down to the floor, Phil sitting with legs out, gently being placed near Wilbur’s chest, Wilbur placing his hands on his shoulders. Tommy putting his hand on Phil’s wrist for support. 

“Alright, here we go.” Wilbur stated, gently rubbing firmly against Phil’s back with his fist. Phil gasped, as he relaxed to the touch, he needed that, clearly. 

“Is this okay?” Wilbur asked, rubbing his thumbs into the upper area of his back, right near his spine, feeling the muscles relax. 

“Yeah…” Phil smiled, eyes closed shut a bit, he could’ve fallen asleep right then and there. 

Wilbur moved his hand up to gently rub where the middle of his spine was, making the older flinch with a squeak.

Wilbur and Tommy paused looking at Philza, who looked right back at them, ah shit.

“What was that?” Wilbur stated with an eyebrow raise. 

“Nothing…it was nothHIHING!” Phil’s words were cut off by another squeal, Wilbur tracing his hand lightly at the same area. 

“Oh my gods! You have a ticklish back?!” Tommy asked with a laugh. “That’s adorable!” 

“No, I don’t…!” Phil squirmed, smiling.

“Oh I think he does. Let’s test that shall we?” Wilbur smirked, and before Phil could do anything, Tommy already sat on his legs, preventing him from moving.

Wilbur started doing light traces on his back, and Phil just broke into giggles immediately, crumbling like a sack of bricks. Wilbur and Tommy cooing made the older go red a bit, attempting to hide his face into his hands.

“Nope! No hiding giggles!” Tommy grabbed Phil’s wrists holding them away. Phil seeing Tommy’s grinning face. 

“Hiii!” Tommy grinned.

“Hehehe! Hiii!” Phil giggled back from the gentle scribbles on his back. 

Wilbur fluttered his fingers against Phil’s back, down to the back of his ribs making the older giggle, Wilbur wiggling his fingers near the area again, making Phil squirm. 

"This is why you need to sit properly, Phil. Now look what you got yourself into~" Wilbur teased, softly scratching his back.

“Shuhuhut up!” Phil whined.

“Shut up? Oh you’re so in for it mister!” 

Wilbur wiggled his fingers on Phil’s ribs, scratching between Phil’s senstive bones. Phil cackled loudly, squirming left and right, attempting to get away was failing.

“HAHAHA! WIL-TOMMY! NAHAHAT THERE!” Phil screamed, wiggling around as Tommy moved his fingers against Phil’s stomach. 

“Oooh! Found some good spots!” Tommy smirked, wiggling his nails against the skin, making the older squeal. 

“I cannot believe the Philza Minecraft is ticklish! Can you believe it Tommy?” Wilbur teased.

“No I cannot! Especially rightttt here!” Tommy scribbled at his stomach, making the older cackle and giggle loudly. 

“Nooooo!” Phil giggled with a small whine.

“Oh? You’re not ticklish?” Tommy smirked. “Then why are you laughing?” He poked at Phil’s belly, Phil squeaked and flinched away right into Wilbur’s hold.

Wilbur lifted Phil’s arms above his head, Tommy sitting in front of Phil, wiggling his fingers near Phil’s stomach, making Phil flinch with a slight yelp, looking back and noticing Tommy barley touched him, just wiggling his fingers above his stomach. 

“You little shihihit…” Phil giggled. Tommy smiling down at the older.

“Alright Alright, I’ll stop the teasing.” Tommy smiled, resting his hands on Phil’s stomach, ready to pounce. “Ready?” 

“Mhm…” Phil said with a wobbly smile. 

“Alright, here we go.” Tommy spoke, then immediately began tickling Phil’s underarms! 

“PFFT-HAHA! TOMMY! HAHAHAHA!” Phil couldn’t even respond through his loud happy cackles, squirming around in Wilbur’s hold. 

“Jesus Christ Phil, you’re like a bull!” Wilbur chuckled, struggling a bit to hold the squirming man.

“ITIT TICKLES!” Phil cackled, wheezing, there’s his genuine laugh.

“Well, duh, it’s supposed to tickle.” Tommy teased, scribbling at his sides. “Kitchy kitchy coo!”

Phil laughed, cackling up a storm. Managing to break free from Wilbur’s hold, attempting to push Tommy away, his hands on Tommys shoulders. “PLEASE-STOP-!” 

Tommy smiled, gently pulling Phil close in a small hug, Wilbur rubbing his back, to Phil it felt like a bird getting their wings preened, Phil attempted to hide his face, with Tommy smiling at him. 

“Phil, it’s okay, not gonna hurt you.” Tommy spoke, reaching his hand down to scratch his midriff. Phil giggled softly, Tommy scribbling at the back of his neck with one hand while the other tickled his lower belly, which in response, Phil lifted his head up, resting his chin on Tommy’s left shoulder, attempting to contain his laugh. 

Wilbur sat in front of Phil. “He’s holding his laugh in, we need to crack him open.” 

Tommy smirked, reaching a hand to tickle the side of his neck. And immediately broke Phil, within two seconds he was giggling. 

“Nahahat neheheck tickles!” Phil giggled. 

“Yesss neck tickles!” Tommy teased, blowing a small raspberry onto his neck.

“Hehehehehehe! Nohoho!” Phil smiled as he leaned into Tommy, resting his head on his shoulder. 

“I wanna try something, for a grand finale.” Wilbur smiled, Tommy leaning Phil back, lifting his shirt up, showing his stomach. 

“Ready?” Wilbur asked, Phil nodding with a slight grin.

Wilbur and Tommy both moved their hands to flutter their fingers on the olders stomach, making small traces near his bellybutton.

“PFFT-! HAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!” Phil laughed wildly.

Wilbur cooed, wiggling a finger into his bellybutton, making the older cackle, giggling as Tommy continued tickling near the area. Once Wilbur removed his finger, Tommy wiggled his finger in, his being more faster than the other, Phil was practically wheezing at this point.

“Alright, one more thing.” Wilbur spoke, looking at Tommy before speaking. “One…two…three!” 

At the same time, Wilbur and Tommy blew rassberries on Phil’s bellybutton. Phil screamed, tears of mirth at the corner of his eyes, cackling. 

“OKAY! OKAHAHAY! BOYS! IHIHI CAHAHANT! PLEASE! STOHOHOP!” Phil wheezed, pounding a fist on the floor. 

Wilbur and Tommy chuckled before stopping, rubbing away the ghost tickles. 

“There you go, you’re okay.” Tommy cooed.

“Hehehehe…!” Phil giggled as the tingling faded from his body. Wilbur and Tommy grinned, helping Phil stand up. 

“Feeling better?” Wilbur asked.

“Yeah…thank you…” Phil mumbled. “Love you guys.”

“Love you too Dadza.”

[gnrbitch]

Grunge Days pt.8 - Beggars & Hangers-on

Warnings: the usual

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1991

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since the last time Y/n and Slash had seen each other. Two weeks of Slash trying to get ahold of her, yet never being able to find her.

It was like she had suddenly disappeared, but to Slash’s knowledge Alice hadn’t been doing any shows as of late. And he knew she was still in LA. So where the fuck was she?

Three days after Slash had talked to Susan, he stood outside their door once again, knocking, but getting no answer. No one was home.

Five days later, Slash once again went over, knocking on their door, and this time Chris answered. He told Slash that Y/n didn’t live with him and his girlfriend anymore, and when Slash asked where she was living now, Susan came up to the door and told him that she ‘Couldn’t disclose that information’. Slash knew that was a load of bullshit.

After six days he decided to suck it up and ask Duff about her, Duff saying he remembered talking to her a few days ago, but couldn’t remember about what. This frustrated Slash to no end.

He eventually gave up, hoping that somehow, someway, the universe would do him a favor and let them stumble upon each other, like they always do.

The issue was, Slash couldn’t focus. Well he could, but not in the way he always does. Even in the studio, he couldn’t help but think about Y/n. He needed to see her, he needed to apologize, he needed to tell her he didn’t mean to be such an asshole.

But now here he was, sitting on his couch as his manager attempted to drag him out to do a cover shoot for Guitar Mag.

“Comon Slash stop being a baby” His manager said, now becoming frustrated because they only had 20 minutes to get to the shoot.

“I don’t see the point in going, there’s always gonna be another cover to do.” Slash grumbled.

Their manager, Allen, let out a frustrating sigh, “It won’t be so bad, Duffs sister is gonna be there”

Slash’s head shot up, “Y/ns gonna be there?”

“I told you she was, you both are gonna be on the cover” Allen rolled his eyes.

“Well alright then” Slash said, getting up from his couch, a small smile on his face, he owed the universe big time for this one.

**

“Alright well now we’re just waiting on Slash” The photographer said after he finished setting up his equipment.

Y/ns head whipped to look at her manager “The fuck does he mean waiting on Slash” Y/n whispered to Susan.

“Look don’t be upset” Susan whispered back

Y/ns eyebrows furrowed “You knew?”

“Well yea, i just didn’t wanna tell you, i didn’t want you to give up this shoot” Susan said, giving her an empathetic look, “I’m sorry Y/n”

Y/n sighed out, anger filling her stomach “It’s alright Susan”

“Finally!” The photographer yelled out as he noticed a mop of curly hair walk through the door. “Are you both ready?” He asked

“Ready” Slash said, guitar in his hand.

Y/n’s back was facing both Slash & the photographer as she took her guitar out of its case. “Yup”

The whole room in which the shoot was taking place in was filled with this awkward tension, especially once Y/n and Slash had to pose next to each other.

The photographer huffed, “Try not to be so tense. Why are you guys so tense? You guys are friends no?” He said all in once sentence.

Y/n had to stop herself from throwing herself out the window.

“Okay… you sit here” the photographer said, softly grabbing Y/n by her hand and sitting her down on an amp, that magically appeared onto the set. “And Slash you stand… rightttt here” He said, moving half of Slash’s body behind Y/n. (if that even makes sense).

He took some photos of the two just holding their guitars, not even acknowledging each others presence. “Okay Slash, put your arm around Y/ns shoulder”

Y/n rolled her eyes as she felt Slash awkwardly put his arm around her, a frown setting on her face.

“Okay perfect! We got it” The photographer said. “Now you two go to the interviewer”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows together, now they had to do an interview together?

She was gonna kill Susan, or herself, shit she might even kill Slash.

They both awkwardly sat next to each other, looking at the interviewer.

“Okay, state your names, and the bands you play in”

Slash cleared his throat “Slash, lead guitarist in Guns n’ roses”

“Y/n, Alice in Chains” Y/n followed up.

“Slash, you play with Izzy Stradlin right? Rhythm guitarist of Guns” The man asked

“Yea- I do” Slash said

The man turned his head “Y/n what do you think of that?”

“Of what” Y/n said, lighting a cigarette

“Rhythm guitarist, would Alice ever consider having one?”

Y/n chuckled “Rhymist are cool, but no Alice would never have another guitarist.”

“Right”

“What is the preferred guitar you guys play with?”

Y/n answered this question first, “G&L Rampage, Blue Dress”

“1987 Les Paul” Slash sighed out, wishing this interview was over already.

The man asked them some more questions, some which were pretty interesting considering the fact Slash & Y/n are completely enthralled with their guitars. But they completely ignored each other the whole time.

They both went their own ways, but while Y/n was walking towards her car, Slash quickly walked up to her.

“Y/n” He said, sorta breathless.

Y/n cursed and closed her eyes, “What Slash”

“Y/n I want to apologize-” Slash said, getting cut off by Y/n turning around to face him.

“Apologize huh” She said, her words sharp

Slash cleared his throat “Yea” “I didn’t mean-”

“You didn’t mean to treat me like i was nothing, that what you wanted to apologize for, right?” Y/n said, closing her car door shut after she put her guitar in the backseat.

Slash stared at her for a moment “Why can’t you just let me apologize?”

“Cause i know how this goes Slash” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, as if she was stating the obvious, “You apologize, and then you fuck up”

“This time it’s different Y/n” Slash said

“Why?” Y/n said, feeling her throat close up “Cause this time you actually hurt me?”

“I know i hurt you” Slash said, looking down at his feet, “But i didn’t mean to- And i know- i know i did but Y/n please- i wasn’t- i wasn’t thinking”

Y/n scoffed “You have no clue what your saying”

Slash lightly grabbed her wrist as she turned around “Give me a break Y/n- I’m- I’m fucken trying alright? This is me trying”

Y/n laughed, tears filling her eyes “There’s no point in trying anymore”

A frown set on Slash’s face, his heart slightly dropping “What are you talking about”

“I’m done dealing with you Slash” Y/n said

Slash panicked “You didn’t even listen to what i had to say”

Y/n quickly wiped away tear “What? What is it that you have to say Slash?”

Slash stood there, his mouth open as he tried to say something, anything. He hoped at least a squeak would come out, but nothing did.

Y/n sniffed as took her hand away from his, getting into her car and driving off.

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GUYS IM SO SORRY FOR THE LAG ON THIS CHAPTER😭😭🙏🙏🙏 PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

Tagged: @deeznutsworld @eddiiiieeee @hoodiesandicedcoffee

[sttoru]

you can’t even remember how many times your partner had made you cum from simply talking you through it.

what the hell???? this is actually so hot and so fitting for nanami 😭😭😭 makes me think about being bratty in a public space/an important event and hes just whispering things to make me cum

RIGHTTTT??? HMHEHEH TEEHEEE I LUVVVV THAT HC if i can call it that ,, but nanami definitely talks u through it, aint no doubt in that 😵‍💫😵‍💫

also u r so sososos righttttt !!!! like just imagine this: nanami and you attending a formal event, sitting next to each other and you randomly decide to tease him by whispering lewd stuff in his ear / try to make him mad or jealous by indirectly ‘flirting’ w a random dude . and he knooooows youre just doing it to rile him up . thing is that nanami will allow it and let u do whatever but at one point he cant take it anymore & decides to get you back by whispering all kinds of dirty talk in your ear as you sit next to him — his deep and low voice sending shivers down your spine, his warm breath tickling your sensitive neck T_T like nanami wouldnt even need to touch you and you can just come undone right before him by simply hearing & imagining all the stuff he was going to do to you after the event…

tbh might make a fic like this one day :3 if i dont forget uhhhhh

[drabbles-mc]

mj. i know you wrote this and posted it for everyone. i know that. but i am going to proceed with the delusion that this is for me. it's you writing ez. this is my ideal tuesday. bless up. i can't wait for you to make him suffer.

"toward the orange-lit yard and the house EZ has passed through a thousand times—with no issue. Until today, of course." OF COURSE!!! For it wouldn't be whumpril if things went well.

Oh the way that this is already so fucking chaotic and wonderful. Fully gnoshing on my laptop screen.

"Like his brother isn’t buried beneath the concrete he’s killing time on." lmaoooo Reader is so bitter and I love that for them. Deserved.

‘Hm, I don’t know.’ You line the sarcasm with enough venom to sting. ‘Something about my boyfriend being trapped in a collapsed smuggler’s run?’ GET HIS ASS!!!!!! GET HIM!!!!!!!!!!

"It doesn’t matter. If EZ’s stuck in there, you’ll make space. You’ll pick the walls apart with your own hands if you have to." mmmmm this is so yummy. in this moment i truly am Reader.

"Creeper’s topless" fully well and truly NOT the fucking point of the fic but GOD the way my horny rat brain instantly just 👀👀👀👀

"The thing, the fucking." god why is this the most relatable thing ever. bless.

"You can’t dig any faster or better than they can, determination or not. Even love can’t manage that." If i wasn't already sitting down, I would've had to take a fucking seat. That really. Oof. That's the thesis of it all, isn't it? Not enough love in the world. Fuck.

Lord it really is just me and Reader waiting and waiting and freaking the fuck out, huh? We're in this together. I'm sobbing and shaking.

"he’s still catching up on being alive" This really just had me sitting back and staring at the wall for a moment. My god. MJ you've really done it to me this time.

‘Seems like heaven.’ He forces a dry swallow. ‘I see an angel.’ oh fuck off I'm sobbing. I'm a mess. THis is so infuriatingly EZ I could scream. He really can't help himself. Man is on his deathbed and yet!!!!

"from the clench of his jaw, you can tell he’s hiding what it costs him, how much it hurts, to protect you." THAT'S MY MAN!!!!!! THAT'S HIM!!!! god I'm just crying. fully unwell.

"If only it made a difference. If only that would stop him walking through one again." You have NO RIGHTTTT to hurt me this way!!! NO RIGHT AT ALL!!!!!!

that being said you could hurt EZ every day for the rest of your life and i would tune in every fucking day bless up

trapped

ezekial ‘ez’ reyes x gn!reader, whump, happy ending, 2627 words

warnings for claustrophobia(?) 

for day 11 of whumpril : ‘i’m right here.’

a/n: i always knew this day would come… the solo EZ fic finally beckoned, and i answered. and i promise next time i write him he wont be in mortal danger LMAO

tagging: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @hausofmamadas (let me know if u want to be in any taglists ofc)

Gilly’s barely got the truck in park before you’re flying from the passenger side, door left open behind you. He’d driven far too slow for your liking, so you’re running now, toward the orange-lit yard and the house EZ has passed through a thousand times—with no issue. Until today, of course. And still, Gilly showed no hurry in bringing you here, despite the situation. The very time conscious situation. You’d think, after trying to hide it from you, and then trying to stop you from coming to help, that he’d drive with a bit more pep under his pedals. Use that guilt he’s harbouring, to make amends and get you there fucking faster than the speed limit.

If he did, you’d have time to consider the situation properly. To assess the risk, the likelihood of EZ being in real, serious trouble. As is, you don’t, and your sneakers can’t hit the ground fast enough.

Coco’s the only one you can see, standing by the open garage. Standing, yes, fidgeting, smoking, and doing nothing—like he can afford to do nothing. Like his brother isn’t buried beneath the concrete he’s killing time on.

‘Where is it?’ you blurt, pausing long enough to show him your face. Let him see that it’s you, you’re serious, and stressed out of your mind, so it would be very fucking smart for him to answer without argument. ‘The tunnel?’

Keep reading

[televisionboy]

this gif is everything skdjdjfn and this is my first alphabet! so give me love and constructive criticism.

taglist: @punkgeekchic @visionsofsweettea @adoresobs @am4sawa @reblogsfandom @evarolines @somethingstuffy

Timothee Chalamet Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dates with Timothee are very very comforting and new at the same time. He LOVES getting out of the house and going to a city where shops are lining every corner and small cafes with coffee to die for. But he also loves to cook you dinner and rehash your days. He’s quite a domestic person.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Timothee finds all of you attractive. But his favorite thing to do is whenever you’re reading a book or the two of you are watching TV, and you’re at one end of the couch and he’s at the other end, he loves to run his hands up and down your legs while they rest in his lap. Drumming his fingers against your knees is like a calming thing

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He doesn’t talk, at all. He’s an incredibly patient boyfriend who will sit there with you and sync your breathing while hugging you. He will listen for hours and hours to you talk about it. And if not, he makes tea for you and offers cuddles and comfortable silences. I mean, either way he always makes tea.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He would love a family with you, he knows you’d be an incredible parent to his children. But he’s content being young, having new experiences and getting to be spontaneous. If he had to think about it, he’d like one or two children and maybe a dog. Living in a cozy but spacious home, of course there’s a pool in the back.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

well, when he’s in the mood, jealous/mad he definitely will be dominant (and especially in bed) but he’s in no way so dominant that you will feel like his maid or a child. But he really doesn’t want to consider your relationship to be that way. Both of you are just you and treat each other equally. 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He gets cold when he’s fighting with you. Timothee’s a bit like a younger sibling while fighting, he knows how to push your buttons and won’t stop until he see’s a reaction. But he has that guilty feeling wash over him so fast. He’s very very easy to forgive you because how could he say no to someone like you??

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

SO GRATEFUL. He spoils like no other. If you point out that you like a pair of earrings, they’re yours (it doesn’t matter that they’re pure diamonds) you mentioned that you want to see Italy? Tickets booked. And a great thing about him, on top of being a good listener is that he has a great eye. And he picks up on things and is quick to notice them. Which is a big reason he’s so successful in acting. Even if it’s something as simple as washing the dishes so he can relax, to something as kind as making him your very own fan gift.. he melts every time.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mmm, he certainly tries not to but everyone keeps secrets. There are things that both of you prefer to keep private but he wouldn’t keep something like him kissing another woman a secret.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’ve inspired him and fueled him to become a stronger actor even if you’re not one yourself. Some of your advice is seriously helpful, and some are unhelpful but hilarious. No matter what you will tell him, he knows you’re waiting at home or even at his set with open arms, waiting for him to win an award and fangirl online to other Timmy fans. It makes him blush and cause a billion butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He trusts you 100% that you would never leave him, and he doesn’t want to be one of those boyfriends who restricts their partner. But there’s a part of him that’s incredibly insecure and is convinced you can do better. There are some parts that WANT you to leave him and do better. He would never ever show it in public, but you can read him well. You’ll put a hand on his bouncing knee and kiss his jaw.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like? 

He knows he’s a damn good kisser as well as charmer. You had been on a couple of dates with him, on one you mentioned that it was on your bucket list to be kissed in the rain. He made sure to schedule a date when there would be rain and he took you on a picnic. Towards the end, it had started to pour and you were trying to run back to the car but he grabbed your face and kissed you so hard but so passionately. His curls were dripping and the sandwiches were ruined but the feeling was incredible. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Rightttt after that kiss, in the car you were drying off and laughing with him while the radio was on in the background. The car was on but he wasn’t driving. Instead, he turned to you and told you he was in love with you. Both of you had said “love you” but never “i’m in love with you”

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s on the fence about babies but he knows for certain that he wants to marry you. You know that scene in The Office where Jim shows the engagement ring for Pam and is like “I got it 3 weeks into dating”? That’s Timmy. 

He brings you to a premire of one of his movies and at the end when all the credit’s are rolling, it says “y/n will you marry me?” and when you turn back around, Timmy is on one knee and Armie is most likely behind him crying his eyes out. 

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“Babe” “Baby” “Mon cherie” When you two are married, he’ll join you in the kitchen while cooking dinner and call you “Mrs Chalamet” before kissing your shoulder and beginning to chop veggies. It’s just incredibly domestic 

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

so so so obvious and so in love. He shows you off as much as possible and talks about you on talk shows until he’s sure that the audience is annoyed and SNL mocks him (and even then, he’ll continue)

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

he brags but he does know when to dial it back for your own privacy and humility. BUT that doesn’t mean he won’t hold your hand in public, or banter with you on a twitter thread even if you both are right next to each other on the couch playing footsie

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He has a great eye and is quick to pick up on things. It’s almost as if he has certain senses and can tell when you’re having a bad day or upset. He just knows. It’s incredible. He’ll run you a bath and order cake to indulge yourself in before you even get home.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

The most sickley, fluffy, romantic, boyfriend that it makes me sick. Timothee would dye his hair rainbow and cut of his toes if it meant you would smile. On a more romantic note, he pulls out all the stops but it’s a bit more subtle?? Like he is very romantic but it’s not overwhelming. There’s no string quartet and private dining room but there will be jazz and dancing at midnight or a homemade “restaurant” with Timothee as a one man (messy) staff but it’s the best thing you could have ever come home to

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s your head cheerleader and the most selfless human ever. Will cheer for you until his voice goes mute and even then, he’s the one clapping the loudest and crying the most. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

both! Timothee is like a dog in some ways. He’s energetic and needs new things, to be outside, to be social. But he craves hugs and cuddling, he adores late night talks with you or watching you make him breakfast while he scrolls through Instagram. Like I said, a very domestic guy.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He know’s you like the back of his hand and he could spot you with his eyes closed and only by feeling your face. He knows your habits, and the food you hate, your terrible cooking skills, and the kind of dad jokes you tell, the anxiety ticks, and what shows you’ll watch over and over again.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He’d go insane without you. You’re addictive because you have a pure heart and a dirty mind and he falls in love the more you show that. He brings you back the weirdest things that remind him of you. Stationary cards with odd quotes, an antique necklace from the 40′s, peach earrings (because he enables your teasing)

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He’s like the real version of “JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD” but a little more loving lol “I love you, but I’m willing to defend my fries”

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I said that he’s like a puppy! he needs kisses and scratches to his head (free scalp massage) and he’s a clingy puppy too. i mean, look at his eyes for the love of god. 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he aches so bad. He is your cheerleader but he can’t function without you. You’re his cup of coffee, an antidepressant. He’s fangirling inside for your new project but when he sees your mug or reaches to bring you close to his chest and you’re not there, he’s unable to fall asleep or make a cup of coffee.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’d travel to Mars and back if you asked him to. Just ask him, and he does it. One time, he was working on a movie with an actress who was quite snippy to you and he quit immediately, feeling incredibly guilty and nauseous. He got you very  expensive lox and bagels one morning because you were whining about it the previous night. He doesn’t want to close his eyes at night because there’s so many things he wants to do before he goes on to the next day. But when he closes his eyes at night, it’s all you, you, you, you, you and how much he’s overwhelmed with total adoration for you

[cognitos-handbook]

hey, so i got something kinda specific in mind, if you're up for it: what would myc's reaction be to being asked into like a serious relationship with someone? bonus points if they've been casual for awhile. if he were to say yes, what would that relationship consist of? like, your personal opinion, do you think he'd be like super clingy or doting? would he be the kind of partner to wanna set up actual dates or would he always wanna chill out on the couch at home? domestic stuff really gets me too, man 🥺💕 whatever you feel comfy doing :))

Am I up for it? AM I UP FOR IT?

The amount of pure excitement I got from seeing this ask my dude LOL

This shit is rightttt up my ally haha <3

Lots of our favorite asshole mushroom ahead <33

Okay so, for starters, I def feel like this would be a complicated conversation topic with him

It may not go exactly the way you hope? At least not at first, y’know?

I’d like to think that yeah, y’all definitely have been in a casual relationship for a while before this gets thrown out there

Just something very vibey, no real expectations on either end, nothing to really get worried/stressed about and the biggest thing; fucking commitment

When you ask him if he wants to be in a serious relationship he really wants to be surprised, and still acts like he is? But he really isn’t

He’s accidentally caught you thinking on it before, but has gone out of his way to really avoid it and pretend he didn’t see or hear shit

He changes and avoids the subject every time it’s brought up from then on and acts like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing

Which is a blatent fucking lie

You legit need to sit him down and force him to talk about it, if you want an actual answer

He’s very very conflicted about it, but he has found that he really does like you, and he did lowkey (highkey) hate avoiding you, so…

Fine. He acts reluctant about it, but he’s just a nervous dick, don’t worry

So yeah, he’d end up saying yes <3

Now in a relationship, he would be so fun?? Such an eccentric asshole, but now your eccentric asshole! :D

Is he clingy? Yes. Can you really tell unless you know him well enough most times? Not really, no

He’s pretty subtle about it because he likes to keep up his reputation for being such a huge asshole lmao

Unless he’s feeling particularly spiteful and/or anyone’s questioning yall, that is

But he tends to stick around you a lot! And almost always touching you in some way, just resting a tentacle on your back, thigh, arm, etc, lazing an arm across your shoulder while you’re sitting somewhere, so on

Gets whiny when you don’t show this absolute attention whore what he considers enough love LOL

Isn’t at all the type to hide that yall are together, either, and calls you a lot of… questionable inappropriate pet names especially around other people lmfao

And yeah, he would be down for dates! Though he does also really enjoy just chilling out at home and shooting the shit

They’d probably be pretty minimal effort? And more chill than anything, but not at all lazy or anything!

He’d make sure it ends up being something that you like an enjoy actually, and that yall would end up having a good time doing together

He takes a lot of pride in being able to woo you and the fact that you decided you wanted to stick by and date him rather than anyone else

Please keep his ego in check, it’s way too inflated for his own good—

Chilling at home is such a nice treat for yall though, honestly? Especially if/when you’re officially living together <33

He doesn’t mind being just a tad bit more soft when it’s just the two of you ;p

But the jokes and the insults never go away, I’m sorry (not really)

He just enjoys teasing you way too much <3

(It’s a bonus that he thinks you’re cute when you’re flustered, and not to mention he thinks you’re hot when he aggravates you enough lmao)

He’s actually a pretty good partner, all things considered :)

[tomdiddlyumptious]

T.H| My Daddy is so cool😎

Summary: METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS

Warnings: METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS

Update: yeah this is basically a dad!tom fic.

( I NEEDED YOU, AND YOU GOT A DOG )

Tom sat in his office, chatting with jimmy about spiderman and cherry. “Ive always wondered, how does Wesley and Oliver feel about you being spiderman?” He asked, tom smiled “just wait one second, babeee!” He tried his best not to scream, and luckily for him you were just outside watching tv with Wesley and Ollie.

You paused the tv and got up “heyyy!” Wesley stood up, standing on the couch looking at you. “What! Its my show too!” That left him smacking his lips before sitting back down, reaching for the remote “DONT YOU DARE” you whisper yelled before opening toms door “yes hun?”

“Hiiii y/nnn!” Jimmy yelled and you laughed, tom motioning you to come over and you did, waving a hi to him. “Can you bring the kids here for me?” He asked and you nodded, saying bye to jimmy before walking out the door.

“Wesley! Oliver!” They both turned their heads to you, “come here, someone wants to say hi” you smiled when they instantly got up, walking over and you opened the door for them, letting them in.

“Hi dad” “hey wes, come here, both of you” he smiled when they jogged over, taking ollie and lifting her to sit in his lap. “Hi Oliver!” “Hi jimmy!” She waved with a big grin on her face. “How does she know my name?” He asked making tom chuckle.

“Shes watches you all the time” “awwwww” the crowd let out, making Oliver shy and start to hide in toms shirt. “Hey its okay, he just wants you to answer a question” tom muttered, playing with her high ponytail and she nodded, turning back to jimmy.

“Alright missy, how do you feel about tom being spiderman” her eyebrows crinkled,thinking about it and tapping her chin “i think its nice-“ “nice? Princess!” Tom said, looking down at her and she shrugged “what?” “Its only nice?” “It makes mommy scared”

“Ohhhh” “yep, you lost her at that one tom” jim laughed, making everyone else laugh to. “Alright. Well that’s awesome” tom smiled, Oliver let herself off on his lap and wesley pulled a chair, telling tom to scoot making everyone giggle again. “How do you feel, Wesley”

“My dad is so cool” he shook his head in a ‘you dont even know’ way making everyone laugh. “Really? Why?” Jimmy asked. “Because he is so smart, he can do all these tricks, move all these different ways” he listed a whole bunch of reasons, the list went on and on “he gets to be ontop of roofs, talk to iron man!!! And talked to black panther” “he loves black panther” tom smiled. “As he should, we stan” jimmy said, doing wakanda forever making wes do the same thing, puffing out his chest.

“But yeah- my dad is, just awesome, i love anthony mackie-“ “what?” Tom asked, looking down at wesley. “Hes so cool!” Tom looked at jim before looking back at wesley. “How?” “He has these cool wings-“

“No more, please no more” tom eyed wesley making you laugh in the background, leaning against the door with your arms crossed. “Whos cooler, black panther, falcon, or spiderman?”

Wesley turned his head to tom and tom tilted his forehead, waiting for an answer he crossed his arms. “Dad....i know you probably arent gonna like this-buttt” he turned back to the camera “i really like black panther”

“Respect” tom nodded “acceptable” he shrugged. With that jimmy clapped “that is cool, but spiderman is your second favorite- rightttt?” “Yesyesyes” he nodded his head. “So in conclusion. Basically none of your kids like you” toms jaw basically dropped “jimmy!” “Whatttt its true? Oliver-“ “Oliver said its nice” “just nice”

“You know what. Its okay- y/n says spiderman is her favorite superhero” “huhh?” You asked, eyebrowd furrowed as his jaw dropped to. “Come here! All of you” tom orded and with that wesley scooted over for oliver to sit next to him, and tom got up so he can sit on your lap, also making them chuckle a bit. “Whos your favorite, y/n?” “Its actually doctor strange”

“YOU CHOOSE DOCTOR STRANGE OVER MEEE?” Tom whipped his head around to you, and you only nodded. “Yeah, sorry about that” “why? All he did was break his hands” “and then he got the skill back! And them he could control timeeee!” You said like a child. “Thats not cooler then me” “yes it is” everyone said together. “Its like my whole family turned on me!” He complained, shaking his head and crossing his arms.

“No hard feelings” jimmy laughed, “but dont you still have jake?” “Yeahhhhhh” tom smiled, “welp thats it, thank youuuu!” “Byeeeeee” everyone said together again, the kids and you waving while tom smiled and ended it.

“I cant believe you guys would trade on me!” Tom said, getting up from your lap and gently closing the computer and looking down at all of you, which you all looked away from him.

“We still love you!” Oliver said, puppy eyes while she looked at him. “Yeah yeah, i love you to. Lets go watch a movie” tom smiled, walking out and shutting the door behind him. “REALLY? WINTER SOLDIER?” Tom yelled, looking at the paused movie.

“Sorryyy!” You all yelled. “UN-ACCEPTABLE”

And with that, tom made all of you sit down and watch every single one of the movies that hes been in, nodding his head as he stood in the background with his arms crossed and rocking himself side to side, but snatching your phone when you tried to pull it out.

[pies-writes-and-more]

A French Kiss

Word Count: 7, 947

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: No warnings! Just some super cute fluff :) 

A/N: Dedicating this work to the lovely @wxstedhexrt​​!!!! Ps. Destiny if you thought i wasn’t going to dedicate this fic to you, you’re crazy lol. Thank you so much for being such a cute part of my writing process😉😘

(Not my gfif, creds to the original creator!!)

Y/N held her phone tightly to her chest, eyes scanning the crowd. Too old. Too young. Eh, maybe? Not that one. Maybe that one? Shit no, has a girlfriend. Has kids. Ugh.

“You’re not actually going to do this are you?” Wanda asked, taking a sip from the iced coffee she had bought earlier. She watched as her friend nervously shifted her weight, staring at different men who were around them.

“Of course I am. I need to do this.” Y/N’s hands were shaking a little. Here she was, at an amazing photo opportunity in front of the Eiffel Tower, and she wasn’t even looking at it. She could only imagine how stupid she looked to everyone else.

Nat sighed from her spot on the ground. She had known this was going to take a while so she had laid out her rain jacket on the ground and sat down, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. “Just pick someone. Anyone.”

“I can’t just pick, Natasha,” Y/N huffed, hands on her hips as she turned to look at her friend. “I need someone who is far better looking than Jake could ever dream to be. Not to mention I need to make sure he’s not married or with his family or with his girlfriend because I can’t imagine how awkward that would be-”

“What about him?” Wanda spoke up, nodding forward.

Y/N followed her gaze to a group of guys gathered around a nearby bench, laughing and smiling together. Y/N couldn’t be sure which guy Wanda was referring to but her eyes immediately fell on the blond guy who was writing? maybe sketching? into a small notebook. They were loud enough for Y/N to catch glimpses of their conversation, making a small smile pull at her lips.

“God this is going to take forever. Why didn’t you just take a photo?” The long dark-haired one whined, popping a snack into his mouth.

“The more you whine, the longer I’m going to take,” Y/N heard the blond say. She bit her lip, finally turning to Wanda and shaking her head.

“No way, he’s busy.” Y/N tried to seem casual, as if this wasn’t the first guy that she felt like she was drooling over. He had such a great physique, and that quiet concentrated look on her face made her swoon. What kind of guy like that would be single anyways?

“Oh come on, what you’re asking for takes like two seconds. Just go ask!” Wanda insisted but Y/N just made whining noises in response.

“God, no. I can’t do this. This is too embarrassing. Forget this. Forget Jake. Let’s just take a group photo and get this over with.” Y/N fumbled with her phone quickly, getting ready to just take a selfie with her girls.

“Nuh uh. I did not just get comfortable here on this foreign floor for you to chicken out of what you’ve been planning on doing the whole trip here.” Nat insisted, sighing but getting up anyways. Instead of posing for the selfie, she grabbed her things off the ground and then tightly wound her fingers around Y/N’s wrist, dragging her over to the group of guys.

“Hi there! I’m Wanda, this is Nat and Y/N!” Wanda spoke up to them first, having skipped along Nat and Y/N (who was still protesting and pulling at Nat’s strong grip).

The guys stared at the girls for a moment, all three of them sharing a look before looking back at them. “Hey there. I’m Sam. That’s Bucky and Steve,” the one guy grinned, nodding towards his friends. His smile was lined with amusement, obviously trying to not laugh at how distressed Y/N looked. “You being kidnapped or something?”

“Please, if they wanted to kidnap me, no one would’ve noticed.” Y/N huffed but gave him a sheepish smile.

“What can we do for you, ladies?” The long dark-haired one, whom Sam introduced as Bucky, asked. His smile was sort of cocky looking, very cheeky, Y/N noticed. She tried to look anywhere but at the blond, who seemed to be eyeing her.

Nat nudged Y/N forward, raising an eyebrow at her like she was saying Go ahead. “Um.” Y/N bit down on her lip, glancing back at the Eiffel Tower. Maybe she could lie. Maybe she could just ask them to take a picture of her and the girls and it would be over lickety-split.

“Y/N needs to be kissed.” Nat stated simply, noting the hesitation in her friend. The bluntness in her tone shocked everyone but Wanda who just snickered beside her.

“Nat!” Y/N whined, eyes going wide as she glared at her friend. “That’s not- that’s not the whole story! You… It sounds weird if you say it like that!”

“Well then, you tell them the story.” Nat shrugged. She placed her jacket back down on the ground, sitting back down and looking up at her friend, as if becoming part of the audience for the story she knew all too well.

Y/N sigh and closed her eyes for a moment, wishing she could just disappear. “Uh.” Her eyes opened and they immediately locked onto Steve’s beautiful blue eyes. God he was gorgeous. A guy like that would make Jake insanely jealous. “I got… I got dumped by my boyfriend a few weeks ago.” She started, immediately realizing how pitiful that sounded.

“Actually, you dumped him. He cheated on you.” Wanda interjected as she squeezed onto the bench beside Steve. She gave him a smile as he shifted to make room for her. “But continue.”

All of the guys gave her empathetic smiles, but stayed quiet as if to urge her to keep going. Y/N wished her life wasn’t as tragic as this story sounded.

“Fine. Jake cheated on me. With a girl he’d been friends with for a while. But that’s besides the point. Kinda. I mean it’s the whole point of why we’re here and asking but it’s still besides the point,” she rambled nervously. Wanda rolled her eyes and stretched out her leg, kicking the girl in her shin and making her yelp. “Hey!”

“Come on girl, get to the point. I’m sure these guys have other things they need to do today.” Wanda teased, making Nat snicker.

“No no, please continue. If it leads up to a kiss, I’d much rather hear the full story,” Bucky grinned, making Y/N’s face feel hot. He gave her a playful wink and Steve reached over to hit him over the head.

“Let her finish her story, Buck,” Steve glared, looking back at her with a small smile.

Y/N smiled back nervously, chewing on the inside of her cheek, “W-Well. I just… Paris was supposed to be the place that me and my ex were going to go. We always talked about it. So now that I’m here…” her voice drifted for a bit and she glanced back at the Tower once more.

“Ooooh.” Sam chuckled, his dark brown eyes sparkling as he put two and two together. “You’re looking to make that son of a bitch jealous. Find a cute guy to take a picture with in front of the Eiffel Tower, make him regret what he did to you, amiright?”

Y/N blushed further but nodded. He had hit the nail right on its head.

“Honestly, you probably could’ve just asked us to kiss you and we would’ve said yes,” Bucky laughed, clapping a hand onto the shoulder of the blond guy, who Y/N noticed seemed to have tucked his notebook away. “Except for Steve here. He’s a proper old school gentleman.”

“Buck,” Steve groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose slightly. “Can you go like five seconds without embarrassing me?”

“Normally? Yes. But when there’s cute girls involved, it’s hard.” Bucky chuckled and turned to Y/N, “Well sorry your ex was an asshole. But on the plus side, you’ve got your pick of us three. Any of us you’d prefer?”

Y/N wanted nothing more but to faint. Here she was, actually doing the thing she wanted to do, with insanely handsome men who actually wanted to help, but it was all too much. She was overwhelmed with anxiety, her heart was pumping so fast she wasn’t sure she could actually form a complete sentence. It would be mortifying to say that she was already falling for Steve, even though she literally just met him.

“Cool it, Bucky, you’re making the poor girl sweat,” Sam smacked Bucky’s arm, who just turned to smack him back. “Just let her breathe, sheesh.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered over to Steve, who also seemed to be blushing a little. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe he was just embarrassed over his friends? Y/N could relate to that.

“Actually, Y/N’s got a think for blonds!” Nat piped up, only looking up from her phone to smirk at her friend.

“Oh that’s rightttt. Especially when they’re artists. You were sketching a little earlier, weren’t you? Steve, was it?” Wanda asked, nudging Steve slightly. She wiggled her eyebrows at him making both Y/N and Steve squirm shyly.

That’s it. Y/N was surely going to die. She looked up to the sky momentarily, wondering if Zeus would smite her just to help a girl out.

“Ooooh well lucky for you, our blond artist is a hopeless romantic still looking for love,” Sam chuckled. “He’s the complete package, so please take him so we don’t have to.”

Steve shot him a glare, moving his gaze back to Y/N and giving her that same sweet empathetic smile. She felt her stomach flip a little, quickly staring at the floor instead. God, if she couldn’t even look at him without feeling butterflies, would she really be able to kiss him?

“Okay enough eye fucking, you two.” Nat spoke up casually. “Wanda, go take their photo before they end up having babies.”

“Nat!” Y/N was going to kill her for that later but Nat, Wanda, and Steve’s friends laughed it away. Steve blushed a little more, standing up and brushing off the eraser dust from his pants. Y/N couldn’t help but feel small next to him. Not because of his height, but he just had this aura. A strong, protective aura.

He took her hand gently and Y/N bit her lip at the feeling of his callouses. Her mind went to all sorts of places, wondering how such a gentle man had such a hard outer shell. “We really don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. It’s a really stupid idea anyways, I don’t even know if he’ll see it.” She rambled nervously as the two of them walked to a good picture spot, Wanda and the others behind them.

“He’ll see it.” Steve stated firmly with a smile to her. “If I lost a girl like you, I’d be checking all your social media to see if you missed me too.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed again, staring at the ground nervously, “Yeah well, I can’t be all that great if he found someone else while he was with me.”

Wanda positioned them in a spot with good lighting, Steve turning to face Y/N as Wanda got her camera ready, “You ever been to an art museum? And some asshole just blows right by a piece of art, acting like there isn’t emotions poured into it, like there isn’t something deeper in it? Sometimes art isn’t appreciated the way it should be. Just gotta find that one guy who’s going to be speechless every time he sees you.”

Y/N looked up at him with wide eyes. How did this man go from blushing, awkward, and quiet to smooth and flirty? She couldn’t help but giggle as she raised an eyebrow, “You always talk like this? Or is it just the influence of the City of Love?” She teased, feeling a sudden ease in talking to him. He felt so comfortable now, when it was just the two of them a little ways away from their playful friends.

“I dunno, doll. I’m in a city filled with some of the greatest pieces of art, and right now I’d much rather be here. Looking at you.” He teased back with a smirk. He saw her face glow a little more and he reached out to brush her hair from her eyes.

Although Y/N’s face felt hot, a cool breeze pushed past. She pulled her arms to her chest, rubbing her arms gently, “Are you just saying all these because you pity me?” She asked with a small smile. “I’m okay you know. About the whole… getting cheated on ex boyfriend thing.”

Steve watched her for a moment and stepped back a little to pull his blue sweater over his head. Y/N tried not to let her eyes stare but it was hard not to notice the muscles hiding under his white undershirt as he stripped. “Here. You must be cold.”

Y/N flushed a little, stammering out some sounds as he helped her ease the large sweater over her head.

“And no. I’m not lying about all this. You really are beautiful, Y/N,” he leaned forward, whispering it into her ear. “I’m sorry that jackass hurt you… but I can’t say I’m all that sorry that I’m standing here with the opportunity to kiss you.” Steve’s fingers found their way under her chin, tilting it up gently.

Y/N almost forgot what they were doing here. Her brain suddenly went, Jake who?She already felt like she was hyperventilating with Steve’s poetry-like words and chick-flick worthy speech. The moment Steve’s lips touched hers, her whole mind melted. His lips were soft and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the comparison to his rough hands. All the love songs, the poems, the movies… they all talked about that one kiss and suddenly, they all made sense. After a moment, Steve pulled away slightly but Y/N quickly filled the gap, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him back.

When the fogginess of her mind disappeared and the two of them finally took a turn to breathe, their eyes locked momentarily. Y/N could’ve sworn she heard a “wow” escape from Steve’s lips.

Whoops and hollers from their friends were quickly becoming louder as the two of them returned to Earth from their makeout high.

“Damn Steve, you kiss all girls like that?” Wanda teased, having snapped numerous photos of the kiss, not to mention a ton of the cute interaction that happened before. She and Nat shared a laugh, knowing Y/N was going to love the cute picture of Steve stripping next to the picture of her standing in his sweater.

“What girls?” Sam snickered, him and Bucky high-fiving. “Steve’s a completely mess around most girls.”

Steve let out a groan as he shot a death glare to Sam. “Can you… I’m trying to be… ugh!” He huffed, flustered with both embarrassment and frustration, especially as he heard Y/N giggling next to him. Here he was, overwhelmed with endorphins from having kissed the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, and his friends can’t stop making him out to be an anxious nervous wreck. He was an anxious nervous wreck around girls but this girl didn’t have to know that!

The four friends laughed nearby as they all got to know each other a little more, teasing the slightly awkward ‘couple’ as they stood there, unsure of what to do now.

“Y-You don’t have a girlfriend or anything to get back to do you?” Y/N asked as she blinked at him, realizing she hadn’t even asked him before.

Steve shook his head quickly, cheeks turning pink as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Naw, I haven’t had much luck in the love department for a while.” He admitted, mentally slapping himself as the words left his lips. Why is he telling her this??? He had been so careful in choosing his words before, wanting to make the whole interaction feel as romantic as possible. After all, this girl deserved to be swooned.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at how nervous he seemed. Before he kissed her, he was all smooth and suave, but he also seemed so soft and awkward.

Right now, Steve was looking like he was battling a war in his head. He shifted on his feet, watching her nervously, “Was… was it okay?” He blurted out, biting down on his lip as he watched her expression. “The kiss, I mean?”

Y/N wasn’t sure what to tell him. How could she put into words the way that his lips literally made her feel like she was floating? How could she tell this man, a man she would probably never see again, that he was like a drug and she was already addicted? Here he was, a stranger, and Y/N was falling in fucking love with him when she had only done this to get back at her stupid ex boyfriend?

“I-It was…” She hesitated, looking for a good word. “Perfect.” The word slipped from Y/N’s lips faster than she could comprehend it. The two of them shared another blush, an awkward silence falling on them.

“Hey Rogers, if you’re done fonduing, we gotta meet with Tony and Rhodey! Got that dinner reservation Tony’s been talking about!” Bucky yelled over. Steve’s heart fell a little and he looked over at Y/N, only to find the same slight downcast expression on her face.

“Thank you… for your help,” she smiled up at him. Steve tried to capture the image in his mine, the sight of her smile, gleaming in the sun behind them. This was the sight Steve wanted to die looking at.

“A-Anytime,” he quickly stammered, realizing that he was staring at her.

“Steve!” Bucky yelled again, glancing between his friend and the watch on his wrist. “If we’re late, Tony’s gonna kill us!”

Steve groaned a little, rolling his eyes at the sound of his best friend. “I should go.” He sighed, looking at her just once more. He leaned over and brushed her hair from her face, bending over to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Have a great time in Paris, doll.” He murmured to her before rushing over to Bucky’s side.

The boys left, Sam and Bucky teasing him endlessly and loudly, drawing the attention of many people nearby. Y/N’s cheeks were still flushed as she slowly walked over to her friends, their grins as wide as their faces.

“Soooo. Steveeee.” Wanda sang with a giggle. “He’s much cuter than Jake.”

“He’s much cuter than any guy you’ve dated,” Nat corrected with a smirk. “You’re welcome. When you guys get married, I hope that you’ll thank me in your wedding vows.”

Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile, shaking her head. “I’m never going to see him again, you goose.”

Wanda and Nat’s wide eyes made Y/N feel like she had grown a second head. “W-What?” She frowned, feeling a little self-conscious with them looking at her.

“Um hello? You just shared the hottest kiss with a man in the most romantic spot in the world and you’re not planning on seeing him again?” Wanda asked, hands on her hips.

“How would I?” Y/N frowned slightly, giving a shrug.

Nat stared at her exasperatedly, “You didn’t give him your number?! What about your instagram? So he could be tagged in the photos?”

Y/N shrugged again, blushing now as she realized how much she now wanted to give him that info. “He didn’t ask for it,” she gave as an excuse, only worsening her slight pain. Her mind wondered for a moment about why... why hadn’t he asked for it?

“Wait, but you’re still wearing his sweater,” Wanda gaped, eyes wide.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she looked down to indeed find his blue sweater fitted on her body. “Shit!” She screeched, running towards the direction the boys had headed. Her eyes darted between groups, trying to find a sign of either one of the boys she had met. But she had no clue where they were headed, she didn’t even know what restaurant they were going to.

“Fuck...” she mumbled. A little piece of hope that had flickered in her heart died, realizing that she had lost her chance to connect with the one guy who made all the love songs make sense.

Y/N wore the sweater all night long, admittedly because she loved the smell of him on it. She could feel her heart grow a little, her chest tighten, her lips tingle, ever time she inhaled it again. God he smelled so good. But she also wore the sweater because she had hoped that whilst they were roaming around Paris’ nightlife, he would see her.

“Aw baby girl, chin up,” Wanda cooed gently, touching her arm as they got back to their hotel room. “Maybe you’ll see him again!”

“Where?” Y/N moped, sitting on her bed. “I had my chance and I totally messed it up.”

Nat and Wanda tried to stay positive for her but they all knew the chances of running into the boys again were slim. Y/N kicked herself mentally as she started getting dressed for bed for not at least asking him where he was from. Sure, he had an American accent but there was 50 states! What if he was Canadian? American and Canadian accents weren’t all that different were they? That means 50 states PLUS 13 provinces/territories in Canada… The thought pulled a sigh from Y/N’s lips. Even if she did manage to find him, there was no telling he’d actually want to see her again.

Y/N folded up the sweater gently, sighing as she pressed it flat into her suitcase. But as she did, her hand pushed against something harder than a bunch of fabric should be. Curious, Y/N reached into the large sweater pocket and pulled out a small notebook. Her eyes widened as she realized it was the booklet that Steve had been sketching in earlier.

Great, not only did I steal this man’s sweater, I stole his art too, Y/N thought to herself. She bit her lip as she sat down on the floor, carefully opening up the notebook, as if it might break if she were too harsh with it.

The first page made her laugh a little. It was Bucky and Sam, fast asleep on airport seats, both with their arms crossed and Sam’s mouth open a little. Y/N was surprised at just how much detail went into such a small drawing. No line was without purpose.

The next few pages looked like they were what Steve had seen out of the plane’s window, most of them having the wing in the centre and small clouds flickering around.

She thumbed through the drawings, loving each and every one of them more and more. Landscapes filled pages and Y/N felt herself get excited when she found something she recognized. It was like a little memory book of the places the boys had all gone together. She noticed two more figures in most of the drawings, figuring these were the other two that the boys were meeting up with when they left. Throughout all these drawings, at the bottom, there was Steve’s signature. In scribbled lines, she could make out S. G. Rogers. She let her thumb glide over for a moment, as if she was missing someone she knew well. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself, knowing she literally met him for not even an hour.

Y/N shook the thoughts from her head as she flipped to the next drawing. Her eyes blinked for a moment, taking in the beautiful sight of the Eiffel Tower that she had see earlier that day. He really was a talented artist, Y/N noted. Even in just sheer pencil, she could see details she probably missed in her momentary glimpses at the tourist site.

“What’s that?” Nat’s sudden voice made Y/N jump, realizing Nat had just come out of the bathroom.

“Uh Steve’s drawings… It was in the sweater.” Y/N explained shyly, handing over the book.

“Oooh more about Steve?” Wanda gasped, hopping over immediately. “Oh wow, he really is an artist huh?” She grinned, flipping through the pictures.

“So now you stole his artwork too huh?” Nat teased, making Y/N pout.

“Stop! Don’t say that! It wasn’t my fault!” Y/N huffed, hugging her knees to her chest. She couldn’t help but feel a little happy that she had his notebook and sweater. It would convince her that all of this actually had been real, and not a dream, like it was starting to feel like.

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Steve hadn’t even realized he was missing his sweater until after dinner. The group of guys had sat back in their chairs a little, sighing at what was a great meal when Steve noticed Bucky giving him a weird look. “What’s wrong? Got something on my face?” Steve asked, nudging his friend.

“No… something’s just different.” Bucky tilted his head slightly. His eyes squinted slightly, opening again slowly as he said, “Weren’t you wearing a sweater earlier?”

Steve’s eyes could’ve popped out of his head. He immediately stood up from the table, staring out the window in the direction that he had met Y/N and the other girls. He had only meant to give her the sweater for a moment, while they were taking pictures and talking. She seemed cold, how could he not? (His mother would’ve killed him if he hadn’t… not to mention he really liked seeing her in his clothes). How had he completely forgotten to get it back?

“I bet I know where it is,” Sam snickered as he watched the confusion on Steve’s face.

“Where?” Tony asked, looking between the three.

Rhodey rolled his eyes, “Tony, catch up. There was a girl. He kissed the girl-”

“-And being the ever so lovely gentleman we know and love Steve Rogers to be, he gave her his sweater,” Sam finished with a laugh, shaking his head. “Didn’t have your wallet in there did it? Any other important things?”

Steve shook his head, glad to feel the wallet-sized lump in his jeans pocket. “No… but my sketch book…”

“Not like you can’t just draw some more,” Rhodey shrugged and grinned up at him.

“Yeah but I was hoping to bring it all back and use it for my paintings,” Steve frowned tightly, looking at the boys who had met Y/N with him. “You don’t think she’s still around there do you?”

“Come on, Steve, it’s been hours! You can’t honestly think the girl waited around for you. Just give her a text or something.” Bucky’s amused smile on his face froze as he saw the blush appearing on Steve’s face. “…You did get her number or something didn’t you? I mean, that’s the most tongue-tied I’ve seen you with a girl in a long time!”

“Oh so there was tongue. Talk about a true French Kiss,” Tony snickered, making the other boys laugh and Steve feel like he could die.

“No, Tony, there was no tongue,” Steve rolled his eyes, sitting back down slowly crossing his arms over his chest. “I… I might’ve forgotten to ask for her number…” Steve muttered, knowing exactly what was coming.

“Steve!” Sam and Bucky both yelled, both swatting at his arms from either side of him.

“How could you forget?” Sam groaned, shaking his head. “Just like you to get all flustered over a girl, and have her get all flustered over you, just for you to completely forget to make sure she could get in contact with you!”

Steve looked up, his eyes suddenly beaming with hope instead of shame, “She was getting flustered over me?” He asked curiously, letting out a groan when both Sam and Bucky swatted at his arms again.

“Idiot,” Bucky shook his head devastatingly but he smiled anyways. He wanted to let Steve mope a little more, as a consequence for being an idiot, and then later, maybe he’d show him the pictures that he and Sam had taken of Steve and Y/N.

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Why Natasha and Wanda were dragging Y/N out on a Friday night, she had no clue. Normally, if they were going to go out on a Friday, it would be to a club. Not to some place that had a black tie dress code.

Y/N tugged on her dress slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable all dressed up and not understanding where they were going. “Can someone please-” she started, but the two stern looks she got back from Nat and Wanda shut her up quick.

“If you ask one more time where we’re going, I’m going to knock you out. I really don’t want you to be unconscious when we get there, but don’t tempt me, Y/N,” Nat threatened with a playful smirk on her face. “Just be patient. You look fucking hot, you’ll love it.”

Y/N sighed and slunk back into the Uber seat, tapping her fingers on her knee. Here she was, hair perfectly set around her face, body fitted into a black evening gown, a touch of makeup done… she was picture perfect. But Y/N couldn’t figure out why. Wasn’t her birthday, wasn’t any sort of important date…

Y/N stared out the window as she tried to consider all the possibilities. This seemed to be the biggest event since their trip to Paris about a month ago. The small memory of Paris made her smile, thinking about all the fun the girls had had together, and of course… Steve. She hadn’t really thought about him for a while. She spent the days back home looking for a Steve Rogers online, but it was such a common name, she knew she was bound to never find him.

His sweater sat in her dresser, waiting for the day that maybe she would meet him again and he could take it back. But one month later and no such luck.

Nat and Wanda shared a look as they watched their best friend fade into her daydreaming state. They giggled together quietly, Wanda nudging her slightly. “You’re sure you’ve got the tickets?” She murmured softly and Nat nodded in response.

“Just have your camera ready. I want to capture the moment.” Nat reminded her and Wanda agreed, slipping her phone out of her small purse.

Y/N stared at the building the Uber driver pulled up to. The bright lights at the entrance made it look so regal, like it was some event that major celebrities were going to be attending. As the girls stepped out of the car, Y/N silently thanked both of them for not letting her come in the casual dress she had originally picked out for herself. Her eyes caught sight of the gorgeous evening and cocktail gowns that other women were wearing, the sleek and smooth looks of bowties and suits on the men.

Y/N almost forgot that they were here to attend whatever this was, standing completely frozen from where the car had once been.

“Come on!” Wanda laughed, grabbing her hand. “It’s an art show!”

Y/N blinked in surprise, looking at her friends with a confused look on her face. Neither one of them had really shown any interest in art before… so why were they here?

“Tickets ma’am?” The man at the front asked with a smile. Nat started to open her purse but the man held up his hand. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t realize you had a muse with you. Go right in, ladies.”

The girls looked at him and then at each other. Not wanting to hold up the line that was growing behind them, they started to walk in and Y/N raised an eyebrow, “Muse?”

Nat shrugged, pushing the tickets back in her purse. “Well damn, if I had known, I wouldn’t have bought these super expensive tickets,” she muttered to herself, making Wanda laugh. “What do you think he meant?”

“Um hello, you guys were the ones that dragged me down here, how should I know?” Y/N looked around as the three of them stood in the front halls of the museum. She wasn’t quite sure where they were supposed to go so she started to walk, so she started to follow a few people in front of her.

The decorations were stunning. Everything was black and white, so the colours on the mediums shot off the walls. People were walking around with trays of small horderves and other trays of champagne glasses. The girls each grabbed a glass, smiling at each other as they clicked the glasses together and took a sip. As the three of them continued to walk around, Y/N could’ve sworn that people were whispering as they passed, gawking at them.

“Is it… a private show?” Y/N whispered harshly to her friends as she noticed someone sneak a photo of them.

Nat’s eyebrows furrowed, noting the commotion she and the girls seemed to be making, and she shook her head, “No, it was a public event.”

“Ma’am, do you think I could take your photo?” A man asked with a smile, holding up his camera and press pass. “I’m doing a story on the artwork.”

Y/N had to look around for a moment, making sure that he was actually talking to her. “Sorry, I’m not… I don’t have a connection to this artwork?” She stated confusedly, stepping away and further into the exhibits with the girls.

“What the hell was that about?” Wanda mumbled, glancing back to see the man looking equally as confused.

Most of the people seemed to be in the on main section of the museum, whispers and murmurs filling the room. As Y/N and the girls walked in to see what everyone else was looking at, they were greeted with flashes of light. People with cameras yelling questions at them about how they felt about the exhibition and if she liked the pieces.

“Sorry I- I have no clue what you’re talking about-” Y/N tried to tell them, holding her hands up to protect her eyes from the multitude of flashes.

“I think I know.” Y/N turned to look at what Wanda was talking about, her jaw dropping for a moment.

There. In the middle of the room. On a large canvas, was her face.

Y/N had to take a moment, staring at the painting as if she were going to wake up from a dream any moment now. “N-Nat, what is this?” She looked over to her friend who seemed just as confused as she was.

“I didn’t think… I only saw his name,” Nat explained, her eyes wandering around.

“Whose name?” Y/N asked exasperatedly, her chest feeling tight. This room was suddenly feeling very small as she looked around. Everything else was of a landscape, gorgeous paintings of green landscapes, orange sunsets, beautiful cafe atmospheres… but this one painting was of her.

“What’s your relationship with the artist, miss?” A woman asked, holding up a voice recorder to Y/N’s face.

“S-Sorry?”

“The artist, miss. S. G. Rogers, what’s it like knowing that after being mostly known for landscapes, and other art that never has a specific muse, his new most talked about piece is the one featuring you?” The woman asked again and Y/N felt her whole body freeze.

S. G. Rogers.

Y/N stammered out an apology, rushing over to the nearest corner where the press weren’t, needing to breathe. Nat and Wanda moved with her, shooting glares at the reporters, as if daring them to follow.

She tried to focus her breathing, feeling all too overwhelmed with everything that was happening. Reporters’ voices started raising again, yelling loud questions again and Y/N winced, thinking they were coming back for more. Her eyes moved to the direction of the flashes, the sounds of the reporters, only to find a blond man standing with his back to her. He seemed awkward in front of all of them, attempting to answer questions and pose for pictures, though he didn’t really seem to want any.

“Can we get a picture of you and your muse?” A reporter asked out and all the others quieted, eagerly nodding.

The man held up an apologetic hand, moving it to rub the back of his neck, “S-She and I… well she’s not here.” He explained and more murmurs arose from the crowd.

“Isn’t that her? Standing right there?” Another reported yelped, pointing in Y/N’s direction.

She felt like a deer in headlights, the way that everyone seemed to turn on her. The man turned and sure enough… there was S. G. Rogers.

“Steve.” Y/N felt her lips breathe out, her eyes locking to those baby blue eyes.

“Surprise,” came weakly from Nat’s lips, who suddenly appeared next to Y/N. “This definitely wasn’t how I planned on it going though,” Y/N heard her mumble.

Y/N felt her brain tear into pieces over the next few seconds as she tried to make a decision. Part of her wanted to run. Run out of the museum and into fresh air, maybe that would make it easier to breathe. But she couldn’t help but think about how embarrassing that would be, for her to run and probably trip over her long dress and heels. The other part of her wanted to jump him, feel that ripple of sensations down her spine again like the last time he kissed her. Another part of her was confused and wanted to demand answers from him. Answers about why he hadn’t asked for her number if he was going to just paint her anyways!

“My lovely reporters, if you could all just take a step back for a moment. I think the lady needs a moment to breathe. You all can be very overwhelming as I’m sure you know. But I’m certain that once she has a chance to catch her surprise, perhaps Mr. Rogers and his muse will be able to stand for a few pictures later. Please, help yourself to the champagne and the food, they’re delicious-” a man spoke up, holding up a few pieces of food in his hand and plopping them into his mouth. Y/N recognized him vaguely and her mind connected his face to the simple sketches that had been in Steve’s Paris notebook.

The crowd dispersed, some hanging around close enough, as if waiting for more action between the two.

“Y/N?” Steve and the girl had barely stopped staring at each other, but the distance between them was still far. Y/N noticed Bucky walking over, as if casually walking across the room. But as he got to just behind Steve, he pushed him forward, sending Steve into a fumbling mess towards Y/N.

“S-Sorry!” Steve yelped out as he tripped over his feet, bumping into her slightly. He shot a glare at Bucky over his shoulder as he tried to compose himself but his gaze softened as it resumed on her. “Y-You’re here! How… How did you...” His cheeks were burning red. “How’re you here? How’d you find me?” He finally managed out, his hand reaching forward for hers but stopped, as if he thought better of his actions and pulled it back.

“I think Nat can answer that!” Wanda grinned from behind Y/N. “Sorry, we definitely weren’t expecting for you to have painted her and set her right in the middle of your exhibit, we probably would’ve prepped her for it if we had known-”

“We definitely would’ve prepped her,” Nat interjected with a guilty smile. “Sorry, Y/N.”

Y/N couldn’t find her voice as she studied his face. He looked the same as he did a month ago, that gorgeous nervous smile, his blond hair perfectly shaping those stunning blue eyes. She could feel her heart pounding out of her chest and was almost certain she was going to sweat all her makeup off.

“My notebook,” Steve guessed after a moment, giving the girls a small smile. He turned to Y/N with an apologetic look, “I’m sorry, I should’ve… I should’ve asked for your number or something. My mom was so upset with me that I just kissed you and left,” he admitted with a chuckle.

“You… told your mom?” Y/N squeaked out, making his cheeks turn a redder shade.

“I-I mean, I didn’t… I wasn’t going to but Bucky just blurted it out and then my mom just wanted to know more and you know, Bucky, he just keeps talking and-” Steve swallowed hard, pressing his lips together tightly as if trying to shut himself up. He looked over at Nat desperately, begging for her to start talking so he didn’t have to.

“Yes the notebook,” Nat clarified for him, smirking. “You left Y/N so lovesick she carried it around with her for a few weeks-”

“Nat!” Y/N whined, looking at her impossibly. “Really? Now? You want to embarrass me now?”

Nat laughed and patted her friend’s head, “Sorry sorry. Anyways, we saw your signature and Wanda pointed out that if you were this good at sketching, you must’ve gotten your training from somewhere. So we went looking for an S. G. Rogers and sure enough, we found that you were a part of a New Upcoming Artists Exhibit and we thought it would be a cute way for you to meet back up again.”

Cute was definitely not the words that Y/N would describe it. She was panicking inside, overthinking every single detail of what had led up to this night. She had spent the last few weeks thinking that Steve probably hadn’t wanted to get to know her anyways, or else he would’ve asked for her number or something. But here he was, telling her he should’ve and… his main piece of his exhibit was a painting of her. How was she supposed to take this? She hadn’t seen any other paintings of girls… was she the only one? What was that supposed to mean?

Wanda reached out and nudged Y/N’s shoulder, “Well you two should talk. Nat, why don’t we go and look at the rest of the exhibits?”

“Sounds brilliant,” Nat grinned and the two linked arms, giving little waves to Y/N as they disappeared.

Steve and Y/N looked at each other, both obviously unsure of what they should say. Y/N let her eyes drift to the painting in question, unable to help the blush growing on her cheeks as she admired it. Steve had painted her standing there with a bright smile on her face, as if she was smiling at the person looking at the painting. You could see the bottom of the Eiffel Tower behind her and Y/N blushed, realizing that she had taken the main spot of the artwork, rather than the Eiffel Tower like in his sketch.

“I know it must seem so creepy-” Steve stammered out nervously, clearly kicking himself for having it up as the centre of his exhibit. “I just… it was one of the few artworks that really evoked something in me and I just couldn’t let it sit in my room gathering dust-”

“It’s gorgeous, Steve,” Y/N told him with a smile. She looked up at him and almost regretted it, seeing those blue eyes again. He was so handsome and it certainly wasn’t helping that he seemed to fill out his tux so well. “You made me look really pretty.”

“I was only painting what I see, doll,” Steve chuckled. “While Wanda and Nat were taking pictures of us on their phones, Bucky and Sam had snapped a couple from theirs. I’ve been staring at them nonstop,” he admitted sheepishly. “You were all I could think about when I got back.”

Y/N was almost positive she was dreaming. She had dreamed about Steve before, sure, and he was usually doing this whole confessing attraction thing, so this had to be a dream right? She moved her hand to her arm, pinching it gently and wincing. Her eyes looked back up at him and she bit down hard on her lip. Not a dream.

“By the way,” Steve started, taking one of her hands and holding her at an arm’s length, “You look… like a work of art.”

Y/N wondered if he knew her whole body was heating up as his eyes examined the way the dress hugged her body. “S-Stop staring,” she swatted at him quickly, blushing. “We’re here to look at your art, not me.”

“I’d much rather look at you,” Steve laughed but led her for a closer view of his centrepiece of art. Y/N got so entrapped looking at it, she almost forgot the lurking press. “I’m sorry about them, by the way,” Steve leaned in and murmured to her. “Tony’s a part of a really wealthy family and his family are really into art… they’ve been really supportive of me and my works so they thought some reporters would help get my name out there.”

Y/N smiled and nodded, guessing that it was Tony then who had made the announcement to save her and Steve from the insane reporters.

“Sir, if you don’t mind-” one of the reporters spoke up, holding up his camera. They all flocked in eagerly, waiting for Steve to give the ‘ok’.

Steve looked down at Y/N with a shy smile, “You got all dressed up, doll. I’d hate to have no photos of it.”

Y/N smiled and nodded slowly, deciding that tackling these people with Steve by her side was a lot easier than doing it on her own. Steve gave a nod to the reporters, stepping in closer to Y/N for the photos. He let his hand touch the back of her waist, as if worried he would cop a feel and she would be uncomfortable.

After a while of smiling and posing, Steve made a couple of jokes with her about wishing his art got phtoographed this often, his eyes still fixated on each camera. She laughed and couldn’t help but look up at him, her gaze trying to memorize every piece of his face. Her lips tingled slightly, as if reminding her of the reason they had met in the first place.

“Steve?” She whispered with a smile.

“Mm?” Steve’s blue eyes moved to meet hers, flashes still going around them.

“I think it might make my ex-boyfriend very jealous to know that I was a muse in an art exhibition.” Y/N stated with a smile, trying to press down the giggles bubbling in her throat.

Steve let out a laugh, making Y/N’s heart skip a beat or two, “Oh yeah? You’ll have to get some of those photos then.”

“We could make him more jealous though,” Y/N hinted at, her mind racing at her sudden surge of confidence.

Steve blinked at her, a little surprised at the suggestion, “You mean-”

“Will you kiss me, Steve?” she whispered, biting down on her lip slightly. “I promise I won’t run away with your sweater and art this time.”

Steve didn’t need to be asked again. He turned to face her, his one arm wrapping around her while his other hand reached up for her chin. Y/N felt the memory of their first meet flood back to her, “You better give me your number after this. Or my mom will have a field day,” he whispered into her lips before kissing her deeply.

Steve felt all of his worries and nerves sink into that kiss, only to be filled with a sense of belonging. He barely knew the girl but Steve hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since Paris. He was so in love with this girl, he couldn’t help but feel like Fate had put them in Paris at the same time for a reason. Kissing her again in the museum, at this moment, Steve was sure of that reason.

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I hope you guys enjoy this!! It’s probably one of my absolute favourites fics that I’ve ever written!

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[sunsinrinn]

Heyya its me again. I've been stressed out lately due to my online classes and I read fanfics as a way to cope my stressed out mind. Can I request a flirty!Sero x easily flustered & shy (fem) reader that has a crush on the tape hero?? Thank you again!! (Your fanfics rock! ❤❤)

Sorry you’ve been stressed! I hope it all gets better! <3

Flirt

Sero is a huge flirt. You being the shy and flustered person, were more likely to be his victim. He adored flirting with you. You grew to have a crush on him but never said anything because you thought his flirting was just because it was his personality. Boy are you totally wrong, Sero only flirts with you because it is his way of showing how head over heels he is over you. He can’t bring himself to confess his feelings so he decides to flirt instead. You everyday look forward to his flirting even if it means nothing it him (it does). As you make your way to the classroom, you hear someone call after you and you turn to find Sero running after you. You wait for him to catch up and when he finally does he tells you a cheesy ass pick up line, “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I pass by again?” You laugh and respond shyly, “Pass by? Sero, you just now caught up to me..” He blushes, “Oh snap, you’re right. Dang...” You shake your head beginning to walk and turn red as you notice how he follows you and is really close to you. ‘Oh my god he is so hot- stop he’s right beside you he will hear you- how the hell is he going to hear you dumbass these are your thought’ “Rightttt” you say out loud. Sero looks confused, “Right what, beautiful?” You blush even more and stutter out, “UHHH- right- right up front is the school” ‘Nice’. Sero laughs, “You’re right” You trip at your embarrassment and Sero catches you with ease, “Looks like you fell for me, huh, angel?” You blush a deep red. “Sorry..” You manage to let out. He laughs it off, “Don’t worry about it, I wouldn’t mind catching you again.” After a minute of silence he speaks up again, “Would you like to eat lunch with me? I mean not just me but with the rest of my friends?” He says and you stutter out, “I’d like that.” He beams happily and you blush once you realize his hand never left your back after you tripped. Once lunch comes around Sero waits for you while you finish packing making you blush. You both make your way to the lunch room and after getting your food you both sit down with the rest of the Bakusquad. While you eat Sero says another pick up line to you, “Are you my phone charger? Because without you, I’d die.” You almost choke on your food and blush in embarrassment. But before you answer Denki answers, “Aw Sero, I know I charge your phone often but sorry dude, I don’t like you like that.” That cause everyone including Bakugo to laugh. Sero gets flustered and answers, “I wasn’t talking to you Kaminari, I was talking to the only angel I know, Y/N” you blush even more as Denki and everyone else looks at you, “She is pretty, it’d be a shame if I swept her up before you.” Denki says teasingly. Sero and you blush at that. “I- I don’t think I’m that pretty... Plus, I d-doubt I’m Sero’s or any of your type.” You blush and look down, “WHAT? OF COURSE YOUR MY TYPE- WHY DO YOU THINK I HAVE BEEN FLIRTING ALL THIS TIME-” Sero stops and blushes at his statement. Bakugo laughs at Sero and his slip-up. “Y-You like me?” You ask not believing him. “Y-yeah..” You look shocked and blush 10x more. “WOW... I thought you were just flirting with me because I was easily flustered...” “What? No! I flirted because that was the only way I could talk to you without stuttering” You just look shocked because Sero stuttering? You just couldn’t see him being shy. “So... would you like to go on a date with me, y/n?” He asks nervously and you not being able to form words nod your head. He smiles brightly, “Oh thank god!” You smile as he hugs you and hug him back. He finally lets go and says, “I was wondering if you have another heart...” you look confused but blush because what the heck but before you answer he speaks up, “Because mine was just stolen.”

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A/N- I hope you enjoy this! And hopefully you become less stressed! Again sorry for it being late! But also I have a 200 follower event going on if you guys want to Check it out!

[staynskz]

Prove It.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m just starting out newly writing for SKZ. I hope you guys like this little drabble I wrote for Chan!

WARNING: none- unless you don’t like mention of a little bit of blood. :)

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You knew it was too good to be true.

He was too perfect; the smile, the body, all of it.

Know you were afraid and alone.

Scared of being alone.

It felt somewhat cold and distant, but you’d do anything to numb all of the pain you were feeling in this moment.

What you witnessed wasn’t expected at all. You were just dropping off lunch for Chan during dance practice, but then you saw him and his ex in one corner of the room together. Her… the one Chan had written “I Hate to Admit” about. You knew she had hurt him, and that you were the one who healed him. But what you weren’t expecting was for her to show up again. Hadn’t she hurt him enough?

They didn’t notice you there. You were standing in the doorway, holding the glass Tupperware while holding back tears.

They were kissing. They were having the time of their lives, and all you could do was watch. It made you realize how useless and pathetic you were. You were nothing to Chan. You were never anyone important. You knew that she’d hurt him, but you didn’t actually believe that he would go back to her. He probably thought you wouldn’t find out.

Right as they pulled away from the kiss, the Tupperware in your hands fell to the ground with a loud bang. They turned to see a flustered you at the doorway with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N…” Chan said as he started walking towards you.

Without any hesitation, you knelt to pick up the shards of glass on the ground. “I’m sorry for bothering your little session.” One of the shards of glass cut your hand, but you couldn’t feel them anymore. You were just hurt by the actions of the one person you’d give up your life for. You ran to the end of the hallway, throwing away the shards of glass into the trashcan and entering the elevator.

“Y/N wait!-” Chan said trying to catch up to you.

After what felt like an eternity, the elevator doors closed fast enough for you to make sure Chan couldn’t catch up to you.

How stupid of you. Believing that Chan would love you the same way he loved the girl who he first loved. You were nothing compared to her. Chan always brushed off talking about her, but you knew deep down there was still something that bothered him about the topic of her. You just didn’t know what.

DING! The elevator stopped at the lobby of the JYP building. Right as you stepped out, you saw Sana. She was the one who’d set you and Chan up.

“Hi, Y/N! Are you doing oka- Oh, honey, what happened?” She asked worried about the tear stained cheeks you had.

“It’s nothing, just a bit emotional today,” you replied as she stared into your eyes out of concern.

“Y/n… don’t lie. I know you. Don’t lie to me. Unnie’s here for you.”

“It’s okay, I promise! I’ll see you around!” You said while faking a smile, trying to hide your bleeding hand and walking out of the lobby.

Right as you were 10 feet from the exit, you heard Chan yell to the security guard, “Stop her!”

Before you could speed off past the security guard, the tall and bulky guard stood in front of you.

“Sir, please understand. I didn’t do anything wrong,” you said, trying to convince the guard that you were innocent of whatever Chan was talking about.

The guard ignored you, and spoke to Chan.

“Thank you, my girlfriend just likes running away from me sometimes, she’s too fast for me,” Chan said with a smile to the guard before dragging you away.

To avoid making anything obvious to the employees surrounding you both, you silently and angrily allowed Chan to drag you back to the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, you stood in silence with blood running down your hands. You were trying to fight Chan’s tight grip around your wrist, but it was to no avail. His grip was tight, showing his white knuckles.

“You’re hurting me!” you yelped while trying to release your wrist.

Chan just stood there holding your wrist with a dark look in his eyes. You knew that he was mad, but what right did he have to be mad? He’s the one who cheated on you. The elevator stopped as you both stepped onto the floor with the recording studios.

“Why are we here?!” you yelled as loud as you could to try and embarrass him. Chan took the first aid kit on the wall and walked over to check if one of the studios was empty. Once finding that it was empty, Chan flipped the card on the panel by the door to Do Not Disturb: Recording in Session with still no reply nor reaction on his face.

As Chan opened the door to the recording studio, he forced you to sit on the couch, and locked the door. Without any hesitation, he took your hand and started rubbing alcohol onto your cut. Wincing quietly in pain so that he wouldn’t see that it did in fact hurt, you turned the other way. After cleaning your cut, he put ointment and a band-aid on your hand.

While throwing away the scraps from the band-aid, Chan softly said, “It’s not what it looks like.”

You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to punch him, hit him so he would feel the same pain you were also feeling. But all you could say was, “that’s what every cheater says.”

“Y/n. I’m not lying. You know that I’m not like that. I-”

“No, Chan. I don’t know what you’re like. I don’t know what your true heart wants. Don’t bring your bullshit over here, trying to make me look like the bad guy.”

Saying these words to Chan was hard, but it wasn’t as hard as walking in on him cheating on you with none other than his ex.

“Y/n, you need to understand that I didn’t go in for that kiss. I never even knew she was in the building until she showed up.”

“Rightttt…” You said while rolling your eyes, “you didn’t know she was in the building, but somehow ended up in the same room, kissing each other.”

“Y/n. I’m serious.”

“Prove it. Prove to me that you’re innocent, Chan. Prove to me that you didn’t know she was here, that you didn’t kiss her on purpose! Prove to me that you weren’t going to fuck her if I wasn’t at the door!” you yelled on the top of your lungs. You never usually got angry, but when you did, your voice could resonate through anything. “That’s what I thought, Chan. You can’t prove that you didn’t want to do it-because it’s horny men like you that make excuses for your actions.” Right as you were walking towards the door, Chan grabbed you by the waist and forced you to sit back down. “Let go of me! Stop it, Chan!” You attempted as you were back where you were a few seconds ago.

“I’ll prove it, y/n,” Chan said breathlessly as he took his phone out from his pocket.

“What? Your phone is proof that you’re innocent?!” you started to get up again as Chan stuck his phone in your face.

It was a recording of him practicing from earlier. Chan always recorded himself practicing to watch himself and correct his own moves. You watched as he was practicing their new choreography as his ex walked in, and walked up to him to talk to him. You saw that Chan realized it was her and kept his distance. She walked closer and closer to him. Chan stood there like a rock, incapable of walking away.

“Hi, babe. It’s been awhile,” she said.

“(Ex’s name), you shouldn’t be here. How’d you get in?” you heard Chan’s voice.

“I have my ways, Chan. I miss you, you know? I know we didn’t have the best relationship, but I miss us. I miss the love we had, I miss our cuddles. Don’t you miss us too?” She said all of these things while drawing closer to Chan and attempting to touch him.

You saw Chan pull away as he replied sternly, “No, I don’t miss us. I have y/n who taught me what love truly is. Y/n is the only woman in this world I’d ever love and give my life to.”

“Oh come on, honey. She could never treat you as good as I can. Don’t forget that I’m your first, and will eventually become your last and only.”

“(Ex’s name), you need to leave. I don’t need you here. You’re not invited here anymore.”

And in that moment, she pulled Chan into a kiss right as you walked into the frame, opening the door to the practice room.

“Is that enough proof for you?” Chan asked.

You didn’t know what to say. You were glad that proved his case, but you felt so guilty of the things you’d said while you were angry with him.

“I-” was all you could get out of your mouth as Chan attacked your mouth with his own. It was a sweet kiss. A taste of I’m always going to be here, I’m only yours, and the usual pulling away with a slight bit of blush on your cheeks.

“You don’t actually need to say anything, y/n. It’s a rhetorical question.”

“I knew that…” you muttered as Chan chuckled and pulled you to cuddle with him on the couch of the studio.

“I’m sorry that I-”

“Ah, ah. Don’t. I know that you didn’t mean anything you said, okay babe? Just know what I’m one damn loyal ass man, and am a man of my words. I’d never hurt you ever, okay?”

This was the man you loved. All you could do was nod and doze off to sleep with him for the rest of the afternoon.