#so I'm like. um can you tell me where you got the secret extra ones then so we can cite them?

[daisywords]

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[pablitogavii]

Wsg!!!!

I was wondering if u can do another of Gavi being Obsessed w Readers boobs but make it more spicy?

Hormones

You were on your "girl days" feeling very sore and annoyed with every little thing. Pablo could quickly notice whenever you were on "these days" because you would become extra clingy begging him to baby you more so than usual.

Gavi didn't mind, he loved when you got needy, and secretly felt useful only when he could help you during your girl days. Other times, you were the most efficient and organized person he knows.

"Where is mi niña preciosa??? I'm home, amor!" Pablo came in with a bouquet of red roses interrupting your reading but you smield wide when you saw his little present.

"Are these for me, cariño???" you asked all excited as he kneeled in fornt of you placing the flowers into your lap.

"Are there any other princesas in this household???" he asked and you giggled shaking your head as he smirked proudly kissing your forehead and then your lips. That's when his eyes stole a glance of your cleavage...and dear God were they looking swollen and big!!!

Gavi felt stupid for letting his hormones control him but he couldn't stop staring at them while licking his hungry lips. It was no secret he was quite fond of your breasts, but right now it was more than liking them...he was craving them badly!!!

"Amor? Why are they so big??" Pablo asked and you looked down blushing shyly knowing that they often get like that when you were on your period due to hormones. You rarely wore tank tops during that time so Pablo never really noticed until now...and he was definitely liking it a lot!!!

"Please tell me you didn't do anything to my girls!? I like them natural and perfect!!" he said and you laughed shaking your head and secretly screaming that he liked you just the way you were...natural.

"Your girls are bigger because of my hormones right now, bebé...they swell and ache a little" you explain not expecting Pablo to snake his hand underneath your shirt and touch them ever so gently.

"Do they hurt you right now princesa???" he asks seeing you sigh in relaxation as he carefully massaged them being careful not to be rough with you right now. (there will be other times for that ;))

"Mhm..." you moaned because truth be told you also get very horny during your periods wanting all of Pablo's attention all the god damn time!!!

"Does this help, hm bebé?" he said now lifting your shirt more, moving the flowers to the side and bringing his lips to your perky nipple starting to suck on it.

"Oh P..Pablo..y..yes..p..please don't stop!!!" you moan feeling all the tension in your heavy breast being released as his skilled tongue wrapped around your nipple and his veiny hand massage around the sore areasss.

He quickly scooped you in his arms and carried you to the bedroom. After laying you down he took off your top completely as well as his own laying on top of you and continuing to suck diligently.

You were laying there completely relaxed noticing the bulge in Pablo's pants as he tried to readjust it with his hand while still giving you all the pleasure you craved.

"Um..I..I'm sorry..we can't do it a..amor.." you said in a shaking voice feeling bad that Pablo is left unsatisfied right now thinking of the ways to pay him back when the girls days end.

"Shhh..don't worry about me guapa...just relax and let me ease up the pain so you can nap" he spoke not caring about himself but getting enough pleasure knowing he was helping you right now.

"Mmmm t..they feel so good now" you said as all the soreness vanished and Pablo kissed up your neck to your lips nuzzling his face into your neck while one of his hands still held your exposed breast.

"Nap princesa...your man in right here" he whispered and you finally closed your eyes smiling wide and enjoying the way Pablo's hand felt holding your breast as his body molded into yours.

Short but spicy ;)))

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ MEANT TO BE YOURS (sheamus x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: sheamus x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @lambofjudgement

now that I've finished screaming about how much I love your writing I have a request (to fill out your masterlist a little bit) for sheamus jealousy fluff? where the f!reader's been teaming with the brawling brutes for a while and when they're feuding with Imperium the Imperium tries to convince her she's too good for them? Maybe before they're together, where he's trying to convince her to stay by being extra nice and thoughtful or overprotectiveness of "his girl" that he lets slip accidentally? whichever route you take will be awesome I'm sure of it! <3

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: um idk like?!?! possessiveness ig??? sheamus is just hot n y/n fancies him

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 2.6k😳

ೃ༄ NOTE: UMMMM can u tell i got carried away……. i love sheamus sm i met him once and he is genuinely the sweetest guy in the world so a stephen request ????? i am in heaven pls enjoy

in theory, the moment you saw the camera you should have known something was coming.

it was one of those peaceful saturday nights on raw, a rare evening where you didn’t have a match to be a part of in any shape or form. you were simply enjoying the energy backstage as you could hear the crowd thrumming beyond the walls, watching matches that didn’t involve you on the monitor. management had requested you come along for some segments, so you were somewhat on guard, but the most you expected was an interview with renee.

you did not expect for the imperium to trudge towards you, trailed by a camera man as they came over with their proposition.

“are you ready to be on the losing side again?” gunther asked, trailed by his lackeys sad they stopped before you, circling like hyenas on the prowl.

you could only cross your arms in defence. “what makes you so sure we’ll lose?”

ludwig laughed from his leader’s left side, an air of certainess to his posture. “oh come on, y/n. you know as much as we do. you’re too good for those brutes, pardon the pun.”

the brutes in question being the stable you had taken on under your management. the brawling brutes were a separate endeavour to your solo career, but it was no secret the group had thrived under your care. if you had been coerced into joining in the first place by a particularly charming irish man, no one would have to know, either. it just so happened your management were looking for another way to push you, and acting as manager for such a powerful stable seemed like a dream when that opportunity fell in your lap.

but of course, once you proved to yourself and the rest of the wwe universe that you knew how to handle yourself both inside and outside of the ring, it wasn’t long before others tried to hunt you down. the brawling brutes were gaining power quicker than a steamroller, and of course people would give anything to stop them in their tracks.

“and what’s in it for me? if i betray them?” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, playing up to the camera, but asking more for your own gain than anything.

“unprecedented power, y/n. sweet, sweet power.” gunther added, motioning for the rest of his stable to follow as he began to walk away. “think about it, you’ll make the right decision.”

—

you gave a knock to the men’s dressing room door, a telltale shout of ‘decent’ giving away exactly who was in there — his accent certainly stood out amongst most.

pushing open the door, you were met by one single figure hanging back, but the man you needed to see. sheamus was standing there as decent as decent could be for a wwe superstar. it made you blush slightly, but you couldn’t quite understand why. you were used to going arm in arm with the man weekly when he was in nothing more than tight underwear and body oil — yet seeing him standing, clad in nothing but sweats, felt more intimate than before.

“heya, sweetheart.” he mused, charming as ever even when his in ring persona was lessened by the absence of cameras. “missed me that much?”

you rolled your eyes fondly, giving a light shove to his shoulder as you passed to take your place on a bench nearby. “don’t flatter yourself.”

sheamus grinned, a secondary emotion that you couldn’t place flashing past his eyes momentarily. he would never relent, and whilst you always had a rebuttal on the tip of your tongue, you wouldn’t deny how you were consistently forced to turn away, mainly so the man couldn’t see the reddening of your cheeks.

as the leader of the brawling brutes, it was sheamus who you came into contact with the most, and the two of you had built an interesting dynamic over the past few months. he had never hidden his affections for you in the ring, always jumping at an opportunity to be by your side, but you had foolishly put this down to his character, and never thought much of it. he was a naturally charming man, wildly different from everyone else in the roster, and it would have been easy to fall for someone like that. so, aware he was simply just being a character, you shut yourself down to every attempt to place that charm on you, not allowing the possibility for heartbreak.

“i had an interesting conversation today.” you commented quietly, crossing one leg over the other as you watched sheamus ruffle his wet hair from the shower with a towel (bright pink, and strangely familiar? was that a little decal of a flower? where did he get your towel from????). “let’s just say the last thing i was expecting today was to be accosted by imperium.”

sheamus stopped his drying motions immediately, hands coming back down to his side. “imperium? what the hell are they doing? trying to intimidate you?”

you hummed, considering how to approach this. “quite the opposite. in fact, they’ve got it into their minds that i’d be better off by their side, instead of yours.”

then, sheamus barked out a laugh and returned to his prior movements, seemingly unconcerned by the initial offer from your opponents. “well, can’t fault them for trying. as if they’re worthy of you.”

you stayed silent, watching as your friend and in ring partner raided his gym bag in search of a shirt.

“i mean. they’re not wrong when they suggest my style fits theirs slightly better. when i’m on my own i think anyone would have put me with them over you guys.”

silence met you, and when you glanced at sheamus, he wasn’t even looking in your direction. too focused on untangling his shirt straps. for a moment you thought, if that was how much he cared, then you might just take imperium up on their offer—

“you really think that?” sheamus asked darkly, not sparing a glance to his side.

shrugging, you added “i mean, we don’t know for certain but, what have you exactly got to offer me in terms of furthering my career?”

sheamus barked a laugh, but it was void of any humour. “i could list a million reasons why you suit us, sweetheart. how many do you want?”

you raised an eyebrow, his tone rattling straight through you. he was intimidating when he wanted to be, and it was clear that on stage persona was blurring with the man behind the camera for just a second.

“stephen.” you offered as warning, rarely choosing to use superstars’ real names unless the moment required it.

he spun quickly, taking one look at you before any of that hardness slipped away from his features and he was back to looking at you with a level of respect and awe.

“you���ve seen what we can do with you by our sides, y/n. you’re a warrior in and out of the ring. imperium don’t want to further your career, they want to use you for their own benefit.” he took a moment to pull the shirt over his head, before making his way to sit beside you. there was a couple of feet between your positions, but somehow the distance felt even greater.

you hummed, contemplating for just a second. “and? isn’t that what you’re doing? using me for your own benefit?”

when sheamus spoke again, there wasn’t the harshness in his tone like there was before, replaced by the sound of honey dripping off of every word. “we’ve never used you. sure, there’s no denying we’re better with you by our side, but you did all that. imperium want to use you as a pretty show piece, but to us you’re our lifeline.”

you smiled everso slightly, more having to fight the upturn of your lips than anything. “sure you don’t just like a hot woman on your arm every night?”

your stable mate grinned, playfulness returning to the air as he buttered you up. “sure, that’s a bonus, sweetheart. but you’re so much more than that.”

if your heart fluttered slightly at the tone he used, deep and rooted with genuineness, you wouldn’t tell anyone. that was a secret for you to keep.

“you’re a fool if you think we only want you to make us look good.” sheamus began again, shameless as he reached across the space between your bodies, brushing a stray strand of your hair away from your face and behind your ear. another flutter of your heart, this time more like a whisper of wind. “imperium want you to be their arm candy, we want you to be our soul. half the stuff we do wouldn’t be possible without you. you’re one of the strongest women in the roster right now, and that’s not just opinion but a fact, and it’s an honour getting to prove that. you can hold your own, hey, you can be even better, amongst the men, and i think that says everything.”

“you think that highly of me?” you asked, half jokingly, half from a place of needing reassurance. it was easy to doubt yourself amongst so many powerful opponents. “you’re already fighting pretty hard to get me to stay and i barely said anything.”

“you said enough for me to know i don’t want them getting their hands on you.” sheamus muttered, and suddenly the gap between the two of you seemed much smaller than before. “i won’t let them take my girl away that easily.”

your eyes widened at the same time his own demeanour cracked, both noticing the slip of tongue at the same time. again, you were used to the flirting the irish man undertook in the ring, and half of the time outside of it, but any semblance that those layers ran deeper than just kayfabe and your head was in a spin.

another knock at the door brought you out of the moment, a staff member poking his head in to let the two of you know they were closing up soon.

so with a few last goodbyes, you parted ways, this time with a new feeling of confusion in your chest. it was no longer the question of whether the brawling brutes wanted you more than the imperium, but now whether sheamus wanted you more than you wanted to leave.

—

after the segments on the show the week prior, it was no shock when the brawling brutes had one of their promos cut by the imperium themselves. you had expected it really, but it didn’t make the image of the four men wandering down the ramp towards the ring any less intimidating.

you stood just by the curtain of the ring, watching in concern as predator stalked their prey. you could see imperiums eyes on you, and you knew sheamus had noticed too, for he seemed to step in between their view of you protectively.

“well if it isn’t our favourite manager and her lackeys.” gunter began, practically toe to toe with sheamus as they stood leader against leader. “have you given any thought to our little conversation last week, y/n?”

before you could even react, sheamus was speaking on your behalf. “she doesn’t want to run around with little boys, she wants to stick with the men.”

gunther only chuckled into the mic, not quick enough to give his own response before giovanni was adding in himself, “if she wants men, she’s with the wrong team.”

“i wonder, if we asked her now, who’d she’s choose?” gunther challenged, the crowd hollering for you to join the conversation.

“stop fooling yourself, gunther, it’s getting embarrassing—“

sheamus was cut off by gunther once more “why don’t we let the little lady speak for herself?”

if the imperium wanted brownie points, they certainly weren’t getting them speaking about you like that. sheamus seemed to think the same, if the way his fists clenched had anything to do with it. he didn’t seem happy about it, but turned to offer you a hand to climb in the ring nonetheless.

you took his offer of help, jumping inside and trying to ignore how you were sure he was squeezing your hand just a little harder than usual. he seemed reluctant to even let go, but dropped the contact only when butch offered you his own mic to join the chorus.

the outcome of this promo was up to you, your manager had made sure that you knew that fact. he was prepared to damage control whichever side you chose, but how was the moment, and you were more unsure than ever. one look at imperium had you wanting to change allegiance. for all the talk about their true intentions, you knew one thing for certain, and that was imperiums power. they were a force to be reckoned with, and having gunther as an ally? that could do wonders for your career both in the stable and in your own solo endeavours.

yet, as you glanced to your side, seeing how sheamus watched you with uncertainty, the decision began to unblur.

he hadn’t spoken to you since the little dialogue mishap in the locker room. you had, at first, thought maybe he was disgusted by his own words, wishing he could take them back out of sheer unhappiness — but when you looked at him now, you could see past sheamus, and just see stephen, and you realised everything he had said was true.

“sheamus over here seems to have gotten it into his head that your allegiance to him is stronger than your want for success.” gunther’s menacing tone brought you out of your realisation, and you turned back to see how the man towered over you. “but you and i know better, don’t we, y/n? you’re a strong woman, you’ll make the right decision.”

a deep breath. “you’re right gunther.” a gasp echoed throughout the crowd as you seemingly made your decision to turn sides. the man in question watched you with a sly smirk, thinking his plan had worked. “my want for success is stronger than anything. so, i have to choose the side i know will get me there.”

you could practically feel the panicked looks of the brawling brutes, and when you turned to hand butch his microphone back, the expressions of betrayal were just as expected — especially from one particular redhead.

taking a step back, you made to stand with the imperium, facing your other stable-mates as the crowd shouted all sorts of nonsense directed at you, surely horrified by your abandonment. you waited a second, revelling in the reaction and allowing the imperium to glow in what they thought was a victory, before in one swift motion, you landed a back elbow straight into gunther’s stomach.

the crowd cheered again, and you wasted no time in stepping back across the ring to sheamus’ side, the grin creeping across the man’s face larger than you had ever seen before.

as you joined back by his side, he didn’t bother removing the microphone from his lips as he solidified his comment from the week prior. “that’s my girl.”

for once, you didn’t think about consequences, not caring that this wasn’t part of the plan or even prior discussed by the two of you — you knew he wanted it as badly as you by now. so, in one swift motion, coupled with a whisper of ‘your girl’, you grabbed sheamus by the back of the neck and pulled him down to crash your lips together.

if the shout from the rest of the brawling brutes was loud in your ear, the screams of the audience were practically deafening, but you barely focused on the reaction as sheamus dropped the microphone he held to the floor in favour of grabbing ahold of your waist.

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 437 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

Sorry guys, late once again because I had a test today. But damn… Jihan ambitious? 👀

DAAAAAAAAAMN, THAT’S RIGHT. GET BITCH SLAPPED!!!

TELL ME WHY THAT PANEL REMINDED ME OF THIS??? HAHAHAHAHAHA THEY HAD A WILL SMITH AND CHRIS ROCK MOMENT. 💀💀💀💀💀 I BET PTJ USED THIS SCENE AS A MODEL. BUT IF HE REALLY DID, THEN IMMA BE CRYING TEARS.

Damn. So, my question is... are they all brothers or something? And how are they even family related? Is he their uncle? Am I missing something here? 😭😭 Can one of y'all let me know who this Jichang mf is to them? *am confusion* (Update: I forgot "Hyungnim" is a term for older brother. My dumbass... ignore me. I haven't been watching k-dramas anymore so I forgot. My bad.)

OK MAN, LISTEN. LISTEN, LISTEN, LISTEN... I DO ADMIT. YOU ARE ATTRACTIVE. BUT IF YOU DO THAT TO JAY ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR. IMMA-

This dude is thriving now, but when Jay pummels him... WHEEEEWWWWWWWWWW I CAN'T WAIT TO SIP OUTTA MY FANCY ASS WINE GLASS JUST TO SEE HIM ON THE GROUND.

YEEEESSSSSS JAYYYYY!!! ATTACK HIMMMM!!! BEAT HIM WITH SYSTEMA!!! 😤👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Omg, I can't wait to see him use Kali Arnis. represent 🇵🇭

Oh, sorry. Those were my boobs, my bad. It caught you off guard tho, right? 👁👁

Um... B O I. Your picture would appear under the word "ignorant" because you have no idea who you're messing with. 💀💀💀 YOU'RE LITERALLY, FIGHTING WITH H GROUP CHAIRMAN'S SON. WDYM? You have no idea how much power this kid has, let alone his own PROWESS. 🤡 Also, if this boy Jihan doesn't stop wrecking Jay...

Get it? Since, Jay is already HARMED... then Jihan is about to catch these MF HANDS EITHER WAYYYYY!!!! 👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽

BRUH, I'LL END YOU! TF???

Oh great, it's the smartass twink again...

Has anyone noticed how big Mandeok's hair is? That it's even protruding out of the panel? PTJ you comedic genius...

Oh, wouldn't you like to know? Eugene...

Damon Goh's rubber duck must know some secrets. I bet it even knows the secret to the two bodies AND stuff about Charles Choi. You never know where it might have gone off to. Ooooouuu, it said, "I'm a detective." 😎 And I love how goofy Mandeok can be, even when he's unintentionally funny. Like, man's got the humor and all without him even knowing. (For instance, there's a panel in Ep. 373, which was the chapter when Daniel moves into the Workers' Casino and both Eugene & Mandeok welcome him. Then all of a sudden, Mandeok just grabs onto Daniel then physically shakes him upside-down because Eugene said it's for security purposes. 😂)

SO YOU'RE SAYING THAT THIS DILF IS ACTUALLY A FRIEND OF ALEXANDER SOPHIA'S???? OMGGGGG BRUH. YOU HAD NO IDEA HOW I SCREAMED WHEN EUGENE MENTIONED PARK JINCHEOL. HONESTLY, I LOVE THE PTJ UNIVERSE SM. CONNECTING ALL WORLDS INTO ONE LIKE THEY IN SOME MARVEL UNIVERSE. 😭😭😭

DON'T MIND ME SKIPPING THE PARTS WHEN JAY WAS GETTING BEATEN, BUT YEEEEEEEEEEEE BOIIIIIIIII. TIME TO GET WACKED!!!!! 😆😆😆

"To think you'd look for a woman late at night, Jay Hong." ... hmmm. That line really stuck with me. I've been rereading that over and over again to the point that I lost count. So... does Alexander Sophia know or had a feeling that Jay is...? 😳

AWWWWWW HELL YEAH, THERE'S AN UPGRADED VERSION OF ALEXANDER'S KALI ARNIS!!! THAT'S SO COOOOOOL!!! 🤩🤩🤩

YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS JAYYYYYYY!!! YOU DID ITTTT!!!! I love how Jay has such a big heart. Even though Jihan is an enemy, he still considers his health. He even knows his own POWER TOO AND WHAT HE'S CAPABLE OF. ALSO, HE ISN'T AS WEAK AS HE WAS BACK THEN. LIKE DAAAAAAAAMN JAY, YOU GOT SO STRONG!!! AM PROUD. 😩😩💖💖💖💖💖

GOD PTJ, DON'T MAKE ME CRY HERE. YK I AIN'T READY FOR A SOB FEST. 😭😭😭😭

I TOLD Y'ALL, IMMA BE SIPPIN ON MY WINE GLASS. GOT THAT ROSÉ IN HAND, EXTRA FRUITYYYY. 🤪

Yeah bro, it's some sexy pervy illiterate demonic Enemy of the State Japanese Yakuza mf named Jong Gun Park.

OH LOOK, THERE HE IS! HI BAE, I MISS YOUR PSYCHOTIC ASS!!! 😩😩🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 DON'T MIND YOUR SON GETTING YEETED BY A 1ST GEN KING. HE'LL BE FIIIIINE... hopefully.

AHHHHHHH SHIIIIII. NOW IT'S DANIEL'S TURN FOR THE SPOTLIGHT. What if Hudson and Jay come to the rescue when Daniel is at his lowest while fighting Jichang? Well, that's one of my guesses on what'll happen in the future. But, I have faith in Daniel. I hope he'll knock Jichang down a peg, next chapter. Well, until next week! 👋🏽

God, I hate how I'm busy on Thursdays now. Almost every week, I be posting my reviews super late now. Smh me. Sorry guys. 😓

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for keeping a huge secret from my mom?

so i (26ftm) moved back in with my parents a little over a year ago due to the housing market. shakes fist at sky. you know how it is. anyways, uh, while i may be a broke zillennial, my parents are fairly financially well off, and it's in part due to my father's job. my mom recently retired and my father keeps saying he's going to retire, but still keeps pushing it off (and has been pushing it off for about a decade now).

now uh, shortly before i moved in, my mom was telling me that she was having problems with my father. that this was "the third time this had happened" and "this is his last chance" - i think you may see where i'm going with this. he was cheating. for the third time. and she'd caught him, got them to go to couples therapy, and told him there would be no fourth chance. she was willing to move out of the house and start anew somewhere else if she needed to.

um. enter me, the apple of my dad's eye. i move in. one night my mom is off at a book club so it's just me and him for dinner. he opens his phone (up til this point i've noticed he looks at his phone A Lot.) and opens up wechat. he's calling someone "babe" and sending them red heart emojis. i instantly feel kind of sick. i ask him, "are you texting mom?" and he gets SO confused for a second and says no (i don't think he knew i'd seen his phone screen).

that was almost a year ago today. since then i have seen him text this other woman nonstop, has talked about starting a family with her, has talked about taking her with him on his "work trips," and - for some reason - i've seen him google straight-up escort websites on his phone. uh, that one was while my mom and i were in the middle of showing him old family videos.

i feel so fucking guilty. every time i see him i want to [REDACTED DUE TO TUMBLR GUIDELINES]. i lost my therapist that i had known for five years in the move, i lost my entire support network, and i still haven't found anything like that up here. i am completely isolated, and while i have my own job right now, i am in no way financially stable enough to find my own place to live. if i tell my mom, i don't know what's going to happen to me. i don't know if she will kick him out or if she will move. i am trying to move back to where i was living, but i just can't afford it. i feel completely trapped in this situation, and i know what the right thing to do is, but i am terrified that on top of losing my entire life a year ago, i'm about to lose everything else, too.

a large part of me wants to confront my father first, but i am also terrified of him. i know i'm his favorite, but i am well aware of his temper, and while he's never physically harmed me, i feel like the situation might be a bit different if i'm the person that might get him divorced and ostracized from the entire family. i don't know. i honestly have no idea. everything is so confusing and i just have felt frozen for an entire year.

but the other night i saw him texting her again. she's mentioned she had been feeling sick lately and he told her that she might be pregnant. i was so close to losing it. i almost ripped his phone out of his hand and smashed it on the ground. i couldn't look him in the eye. i could barely even speak to him. maybe the funniest part about this is that he doesn't realize anything is wrong. he's a fucking narcissist and doesn't pay the slightest bit of attention to how other people act around him.

the next day, he was gone for another "work trip".

i am run completely ragged and i don't know how much longer i can take this. i find myself wishing someone else could take it out of my hands so that i don't have to be responsible for destroying our whole family.

anyways. am i the asshole for being a coward?

a bit of extra INFO as well though: as far as i'm aware, my parents are in a bit of a dead bedroom situation (frankly. my mom likes to oversshare.) so uh. at the very least i know she's not getting whatever diseases my dad surely must have by now.

What are these acronyms?

[gamerbunny1996]

Our Secret

Warning ⚠️: mention of abuse that's all. No it's not Schlatt doing it either.

You just started streaming on twitch in the last couple months and you already have a few thousand that watch you. It's probably because your brother was a famous YouTuber after all. Your brother was very hesitant to let you stream. With lots of begging and threatening you doing it anyway because you're a grown ass adult he let you. You already help him with his stuff anyway you film and edit for him and his friends,so you can only stream once in a while anyway.

You even just got invited to join a Minecraft server. So every Friday when you're not traveling you stream it. You decided to build your house away from everyone. Not many people came and visited you and you were okay with that. You would drag your brother in your room to show him all the work you have been working on in the world.

One day when you were doing a chill stream just building on the world a couple others on the server came over to your area. “So this is where you have been hiding '' one of the three guys said. “Um yes it is well I mean I didn't mean to hide away” you replied back. “Wow you have done a lot” you looked at the name tag of who said that. Mikasacus the name tag said. “Yeah I play off stream sometimes I don't have a lot of time to play so I do when I can” you told them. “Well let us introduce ourselves, I'm Mika,” he said to you. “I'm Aztro," the other one said. You walked up to them, punching them away. “Hey that was rude” they punched you back. I laughed at them.

Now you know the other one, he was the one that invited you, schlatt was his name. We haven't talked other than him sending you an email about joining the server. “You should show us around,” Mika asked. “Yeah sure follow me” you started to run off. Showing the three around your base. You would catch schlatt stealing something once in a while and yelling at him to put it back. After that Aztro and Mika left to go find their other friend. “How are you liking the server?” Schlatt asked you. “I'm liking it. I should go explore more and talk with the others here as well but I like staying in my area” you told him. “I'll have to come visit more often then” he said. “That would be wonderful” you got excited that someone wanted to play with you. “Alright but I gotta go finish filming for sleep deprived talk to you later” he started to run off.

Weeks have gone by and you have been talking to Schlatt everyday most of the time you're not even live on twitch. You guys just like talking just the two of you. You found out a lot about schlatt. One, he lives where two of your brother's friends are. So you have a chance to meet him one of the times you go over to Texas to film. He also owns two cats so you two show off your cats to each other all the time. Well yours isn't well yours she is your brother's cat but you still show the little cat off all the time.

It was time for you to travel again so streaming is going to have to go on hold for a while. You leave in a week to Texas. You really wanted to meet up with Schlatt but your brother is super protective of you and you don't know how to go off without him noticing. Plus you also won't have time. So you decided to just ask your brother to stay an extra day so you can meet up with schlatt. You just won't tell him who. Walking up the stairs you see your brother on his computer.

“Hey Gaege can I ask you a question”

“Yeah what is it?” he turned around in his chair to face you.

“Can we maybe stay an extra day in Texas”

“Why?”

“I have some twitch friends out there I want to meet”

“No” is all he said turning around

“Why not I'm a big girl I can take care of myself” you started to walk farther into his room.

“I said no and that's that”

“Please Gaege” you tried begging

“You know why I don't like you meeting up with people without me”

“Then you can come with”

“Still a no plus I don't even know who your meeting with”

“I knew I shouldn't have moved in with you” you yelled walking back down the stairs. Walking to your room slamming the door. You can hear Gaege yelling back at you. “You would have been on the streets then” crying in your pillow. You hated how protective your brother can be sometimes. He was right though, without him you would be on the streets with no job. You're 21 years old and can't even be left alone without him there. His girlfriend is the only one that's allowed to be left alone with you.

You text Schlatt that you won't have time to meet up with him when you're in Texas. Hugging your pillow to your chest. Soon your phone went off. Looking at it, it was Schlatt replying to you. “That's gay” he replied. Laughing a little you just typed yeah and sent it. You get why your brother is protective; he doesn't want anything repeating from your past. Soon a FaceTime call was coming through. Seeing the name you answered.

“Hello” schlatt said

“Hi”

“What wrong”

“My brother is just a jerk is all”

“Why you say that”

“i tried to get him to agree to stay one more day so we can meet up but he wasn't having any of it”

“That's okay will meet soon”

“That's the thing he doesn't want me meeting anyone I'm not even allowed to be left alone with his friends”

“What why that's a little bit protective don't you think”

“Yeah he has a good reason though”he gave a curious look.

“Long story”

“I got all day”

Rolling your eyes “I also rather not get into it. It's a hard thing for me to talk about”

“Gotcha we'll find a way to meet I promise”

Smiling you rolled out of bed. Going to your desk you sit down in your chair. Putting your phone up against your computer screen. “It's just heartbreaking that I can't do anything”

“Why don't you just move out you a big girl”

“I would but my brother has done so much for me and I don't want to lose him because I moved out”

“Why would he be mad at that”

“Like I said he is protective doesn't want me going out and meeting people and living life”

“I really want to know why he is so protective like it's bad y/n you got to have some freedom”

“I do I get to travel a lot and I hangout with all his friends all the time”

“His friends”

“Yeah I don't have any”

“Wonder why” Schlatt sarcastically said.

“Well I got online ones”

“It's more fun hanging out in person”

“Yeah I know”

“I think that's why all the friends I do make online stop talking to me”

“That's fucked up”

“Yeah it is. It's okay I get it”

Soon you heard your brother coming down the stairs. “I got to go,” you said, grabbing your phone. “Aw fine talk to you later toots” waving bye you hung up the phone. A knock came to your door. “Come in” your brother opens the door leaning on it. “I don't like you slamming doors in my house” rolling your eyes “okay dad” you said in a sarcastic tone. “Why do you want to meet this person or people so bad” turning to look at him. “Because I want friends too Gaege” you're getting upset again. “Last time that happened you got hurt”

“I was a dumb teenager, I'm not a kid anymore, I know how to get out of a bad situation now” you tried to argue.

“Do you. You tend to hide things from me alot”

You started to cry “why are you acting like this not everyone is asseholes”

“They are to me if it involves you. I seen you so broken and I don't want to see that again you lived in an abusive relationship for three years y/n, three years you didn't come to me when you need help”

“I was scared he threatened me so many times. I was 16, Gaege I didn't know what to do”

“Who”

“What?”

“Who do you want to meet”

Staying silent afraid he would flip if he found out it was Schlatt. “Who please tell me” he sounded so calm. “Schlatt” you said. “Fine” is all he said walking out. What did he mean by fine you thought. At this point you had so many emotions going through you. You just cried your eyes out. Moving to your bed you cried yourself to sleep.

It was the day of your trip. You have been down a lot lately just upset with your brother. You made sure all your equipment was packed and your clothes. Driving to the airport you just stayed looking out the window not wanting to talk with your brother.

Making it on the airplane you just played on your phone texts Schlatt once in a while to help distract you. The flight wasn't super long; it was just Florida to Texas. Once landed you go grab your bags. Gaege leads you through a crowd. Seeing your brother's friends you walk up to them.

You so badly just want to jump out of this car and run to Schlatt's place. You knew better though. A notification went off on your phone looking down, you saw Gabby texting you. Looking up because she was sitting in front of you. Confused, you looked back down and opened the message. “You okay. You seem really down then normal” smiling at the concern she had for you. Typing away, you replied back. “My brother is just annoying me like a lot” looking back out the window you just watch the car drive past different buildings. Your brother and his friend was talking about video ideas they could do while we are over.

Another ding went off. Looking at the message she sent you. “What happened?” Sighing, you replied back. “I just really want to meet a friend but he won't let me. It's annoying how he is so protective I just want a normal life” you are just getting frustrated all over again. “If I can convince Gaege to take you shopping I'll take you to meet your friend” your eyes lit up. “Really?” Gaege was now looking up at you. “What you are excited about” you tried to think of a lie. Soon Gabby buts in “I was telling her if I asked you for permission that I can take her shopping there this new clothing store nearby the house” you gave puppy eyes. “Please I'll stay by Gabby the whole time” he sighed. “Fine” you jumped in joy “yay I need so many new things” you tried to play along like you were actually going shopping. Look at your phone and you text Schlatt really quick. “Guess why we can meet up but it can't be for long and my brother can not know about this ever” you looked back out the window with a smile. “When can we go” you asked out loud. “How about once we get to the house the boys are just going to be playing drinking games plus once we come back I can bring them all dinner how does that sound” Gabby said looking at Gaege. “That would be perfect actually” you looked at your phone ready to text Schlatt where and what time to meet. “Bet” is all he said.

Once to the house you put your stuff in the spare room you're staying in and get ready to head out. Walking up to your brother you hugged him “thank you I needed this” he hugged you back “please stay near Gabby” looking him in the eyes you nodded in agreement.

You and Gabby walked out of the house and got into her car. “Thank you so much you don't understand how much I appreciate this” smiling at her “You know I need to know who your meeting” she wiggles her eye brows. Blushing a little”I just a friend I stream with” you try to dodge the question. “That not what I'm asking I'm asking for a name” you signed out “His name is Schlatt” she gives you a look “A boy ooooo. If it was a girl I feel like your brother wouldn't be as cautious but a boy he will kill him then me for taking you then you for lying” looking out the window”believe I know” well will do everything we can do he doesn't ever know about this so that means we got to actually buy some clothes” smiling at Gabby you nod your head in agreement.

Pulling up to the mall you both get out. “Okay once the two of you meet I'll just stay in the mall you can do whatever you want but message me once in a while and meet back here in two hours you hear me.” Gabby held onto your shoulders making sure you understand what she is staying. “Yes ma'am” rolling her eyes as you guys head into the store. You sent a quick text to Schlatt asking where he is. Soon you felt someone pick you up “right here” you heard the person say. You recognize that voice. Turning around once he puts you down, you hug him. “Alright you know the plan all is on my way” Gabby said heading off.

“How did you convince your brother?” asked, still hugging you. “believe me I'm just as shocked as you are but to be fair he thinks I'm shopping with Gabby and have no idea I'm meeting with you” you told him “well then let's make the best of the time we got” taking your hand into his he started to walk out of the mall. “I'll take you out to dinner then will come back and just chill in the mall until you have to leave” he told you, opening the car door for you. Getting in he closed the door and walked around getting in himself. You made it to a very nice restaurant.

Sitting at the table the two of you just talked away about different things. Ordering your food and eating. You guys just stayed and chatted for a while. Enjoying each other's company. “I told you we were going to meet one day” he said to you. Smiling you replied back “Didn't think so soon though” he ended up paying the bill to your dismay. Getting up you both left to get back to the mall. “Thanks for meeting up on such a short notice” he smiled at you still keeping an eye on the road “of course I dropped everything to come see you” you gasped “you shouldn't have done that” you looked worried now. “it's okay it wasn't that big of a deal” you smiled looking out the window soon you felt his hand grab yours.

Getting back to the mall you two just walked around and soon you saw a Build a bear. Gasping you started to drag Schlatt there. You picked out a black bunny. Schlatt picked out an orange cat. You smiled. Happy he was joining you in getting one. Once filed with the stuffing you picked out the outfits. Schlatt dressed his with a sweater and shorts with little light brown boots the bear even had a little baseball hat on. I dressed mine in a little black dress and tiny black shoes. Schlatt yet again paid for both the stuffed animals.

Walking out of the store you grabbed your bunny and handed his to you. Confused you looked at him “that one's mine” he gave you a smirk. “Well now you have something to have that reminds you of me and I have one that reminds me of you” with the biggest smile on your face you guys went to do some clothes shopping for you so you came back with stuff not to look suspicious. With a couple bags and a stuffed cat it was time to meet back up with Gabby and leave Schlatt.

You had a sad face not ready to stop spending time with Schlatt just yet. He grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. “It's okay we will meet again I promise” he gave your cheek a kiss. You started to blush crazy. Smiling at him not knowing what to say Gabby came up. “Alright time to go” nodding your head as you looked at Schlatt one last time. “Bye hope to see you again soon” he waved at you and you and Gabby left.

Once in the car Gabby looked at you “sooooo what did you guys dooooo” she said in a sing-song voice. “Um well we went out to eat then we went back to the mall and walked around we went to build a bear. Both of us got a stuffed animal and then I bought some clothes to not look suspicious and yeah. It was a lot of fun” you smiled through the whole thing. “Like the matching cat” she said looking at the road. Blushing hard, you hugged it tighter to your chest.

Picking up dinner for the boys you headed home. Walking in we set the pizzas down on the table calling the boys in. They rushed in grabbing slices. Your brother walked up to you. “How was the trip with Gabby” you looked at him “lots of fun Gabby even took me to build a bear see” you showed him the cat dressed just like Schlatt. “How nice of her, got any good clothes? '' nodding your head, you showed him the couple of bags you got. He hugged you from the side. “Glad you had a fun time” you smiled only if he knew.

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Trey's Party 【Reader x Trey Clover】 -chapter 1

: ̗̀➛ It's Trey's birthday! You and the Heartslabyul crew decide to throw him a surprise party. Riddle sends you off to pick up some extra supplies, when you run into the birthday boy himself. : ̗̀➛ Fluff/crack, Y/n gets flustered over Trey's Beautiful Bodyᵀᴹ, Trey's a little shit, some parts a little suggestive, reader can be read as gn in this chapter, however is fem in future chapters : ̗̀➛ 3.1k words : ̗̀➛ [a/n]: who doesnt love a trey birthday fic in *checks watch* march! was just Thinking About Him.. this got a lot longer than i intended it to be oops. i still have some ideas for this tho.. (chapter 2 later?!?!?) edit: there's a chapter 2 now lol : ̗̀➛ (chapter 1), chapter 2, chapter 3

"Streamers, tablecloths, partyhats... I think that should be everything."

You check off the list Riddle entrusted with you. Deuce severely underestimated how many materials you all needed for Trey's birthday party, leaving you to pick up what was missing. Typical, but you didn't mind the extra steps, and those boys can be a tad overwhelming. Some fresh air and a walk to Sam's shop is what you needed to clear your head.

"Thaaaaank you! Come again, my little imp!" Sam's voice booms as you wave out the door, arms full of various party supplies. You didn't think to bring a bag, nor did Riddle give you one. As you send Sam your goodbyes, a firm wall knocks straight into your chest, sending you and all your perfectly balanced supplies flying across the sidewalk.

"Shoot, prefect, didn't see you there," a voice calls from above.

You look up from the wreckage of the fall, a large shadow casting over your face. A tall, broad figure stands above you, hand outstretched to help you up.

"Trey?" you grab his hand as he pulls you up.

"Didn't see you there prefect," he eyes your possessions strewn about, "looks like you need a hand." He begins to pick up your fallen supplies.

"S-sorry, I guess I should look at where I'm going," you stammer, scrambling to pick up the party items. Oh. Party items. For Trey's party. A party he doesn't know about.

"Heh, no problem. You've got plenty of stuff here, throwing a party or something?" he questions, throwing you his signature smirk.

It's his birthday, can't he piece two and two together? Or is he playing some mind game with you, trying to make you slip up and admitting to throwing him a birthday party? If you soiled the surprise, you wouldn't hear the end of it from Ace and the others...

"N-no, no no. Nothing like that. Just uh, helping Cater out," you fib off the top of your head. "For his photo shoot."

"Oh? First I've heard of a photo shoot for Cater."

"Um.. yeah. Pretty under the covers. Best not to tell anyone."

"...right." Trey is still giving you a strange look. Seems like you haven't convinced him yet.

"Bikini photo shoot," you blurt out "Cater's doing a bikini photo shoot."

Trey stops midway picking up a package of streamers. Silence lays heavy upon you two after you dropped that bomb of information on him. After a moment, he finishes grabbing your fallen belongings and clears his throat.

"In October. Didn't know there was a market for male bikini models out of season."

"Yeah, me neither. You'd be surprised."

"Huh."

Silence again. Definitely not awkward or anything.

"Well I certainly don't want to interrupt Cater, or get wrapped up in his shenanigans, for that matter," he starts, "but you've got way too much stuff to carry to Heartslabyul on your own. Curiosity has got me by the tail, so I'll head back with you."

Shit. Trey's gonna come back with you and there's no convincing him otherwise. Did the bikini photo shoot lie work...? If you're bringing him back, then you have to alert the others.

"Oh, one second Trey. I think I left my wallet inside," you lied.

He nods and you make your escape back into Sam's. Quickly, you whip out your phone and open the "TREY CLOVER SECRET PARTY SURPRISE!!!!!🎊🥳👯‍♀️" Magicam group chat. Very subtle name choice, Cater.

Y/n: Bad news guys

Y/n: Just ran into Trey outside of sam's shop (literally) and now he's coming with me to heartslabyul

Y/n: And I might have told him that we're planning a bikini photo shoot for Cater

Ace: what.

Y/n: I ran away for a second but I'm gonna start walking back soon

Y/n: Get Cater in a bikini ASAP

Cater: wtf

Ace: ur our of ur mind if u think im wearing that crap

Cater: i mean no biggie prefect but this is supposed to be treys bday party 😭😭

Riddle: Ugh, looks like we have no choice. Trey's coming prematurely and he's expecting a bikini photo shoot. What a disaster.

Cater: wait wait guys i have an idea

Cater: prefect just keep doin what ur doin and bring trey here 😈

Y/n: Don't trust that idea

Y/n: Whatever I'm omw

You slip your phone back in your pocket and head back outside to meet Trey. You're a little nervous to see what Cater has planned, but you have no choice but to trust him and bring the victim to Heartslabyul. Trey grins at you and has mostly everything tucked under his arms, save for a package of balloons left on the cobblestone.

"Sorry I couldn't get everything," he laughs sheepishly, as if he wasn't totally showing off his ripped stature. Are you blushing? Butterflies creep up your throat as you stare at his toned arms, exposed after he rolled up his sleeves. A bead of sweat rolls down his sharp jawline, leaving a slight sheen on his face. You're drawn to how hes carefully holding your supplies, being sure nothing is crushed. What would it be like to be a partyhat, snug in Trey's muscular arms, protected, held. It dawns on you that you get to walk the whole way back to Heartslabyul with him. Just you and him. Alone. The more you think about him the hotter your face gets. This could be a problem.

"Prefect? You ready to head out?" Trey's question snaps you out of your daydream as you face the mission at hand. Right. Secure Trey and safely escort him to Heartslabyul. Should be no issue, right?

"Oh, yeah," you stumble on your words as you attempt to regain your focus. A chilly gust blows through, giving you the shivers "I'd really like to be out of cold." Although the temperature was low, your face still felt hot from embarrassment and ogling Trey's body. You pray that the walk to the Hall of Mirrors goes by quickly, you don't know how much longer you can be in his presence without imploding from sheer embarrassment. The thought of you smacking directly into Trey and making a mess of all your equipment is playing on loop in your head, making you want to run away and hide in shame. Not only that, but trying to make up an excuse for his birthday party. A bikini photo shoot? Seriously? You curse yourself for not being able to think of something more believable. However, you're glad Trey is one of the few genuinely nice people on campus. Had it been anyone else... things could've been pretty sour. You heave a sigh after thinking so hard. This birthday party better end up being good for all the trouble you've gone through so far.

"Are you feeling okay? You seem out of focus" Trey says, snapping you out of thought for the second time today.

"I'm fine, really. Just a little chilly from the wind, that's all." You curse at yourself for not bringing a jacket, but you also weren't planning on being outside this long.

Trey halts and sets your things down. You pause and look at him, wondering what's gotten into his head. He pulls his white jacket and vest off and hands it to you, leaving him in a plain white tee.

"Take it. You might catch a cold without it." He grins while holding his jacket out to you. You can feel a warm blush creeping up your face.

"What? No Trey, if I take it, then you're going to catch a cold," you argue. "Plus, you've already helped me so much today, I can't take any more from you."

"Eh, I was getting warm anyways. Carrying all your stuff isn't an easy task, you know." He winks at you, causing your heart to run a marathon.

You see the opportunity and apprehensively take his jacket. Warm to the touch, even softer when it's covering your body. It's way too big on you, sleeves stretching much farther than your arms and the body drapes halfway down your thighs. Not only are you warm, but his scent lingers on his jacket, filling your nostrils. You've only gotten a few whiffs of Trey before, mostly while baking with him, but he smells incredible. It's sweet with a hint of pine, subtle, but not too subtle for you to not take notice. Wearing his everyday jacket feels like ecstasy, your body enveloped in a permanent Trey-hug. You hope he can't see the pink on your face, you surely must be blushing by now. You're wearing his jacket that he gave to you. That's a win in your book.

"Thanks, I feel much better," you smiled as you helped him pick up his load again. And you do feel much better, warm and protected by Trey's physical force field generated by the jacket. Nothing could rain on your parade now, unless...

"Did you feel that? I think we're forecasted for some rain today, and the clouds seem pretty da-"

Trey's sentence is cut off from a loud crack that echoes from above. Shit. Was it really supposed to rain today? You and Trey are about halfway to the Hall of Mirrors, maybe if you hurry, you can beat the rain.

Or not.

After the thunder echoes away, a drizzle begins to fall over campus. Great. Just what you two needed today, to be soaked in rain before Trey's birthday party. Rather, "Cater's bikini photo shoot". You and Trey begin to pick up the pace of walking when the drizzle turns into a downpour in an instant. Big drops of water soak both of you as you try and outrun the rain.

"C'mon prefect, inside before we're drenched!" Trey shouts as he grabs your arm and pulls you along. How he's managing to drag you along while carrying all your supplies is a mystery to you. You look at Trey as you're both running to safety and a twinge of guilt settles in your gut. This could have been avoided if you didn't clumsily run into him outside of Sam's shop. Then, he wouldn't have to carry all your stuff, get drenched in rain, and have his birthday party ruined by a stupid bikini photo shoot. Plus, your other Heartslabyul companions wouldn't have to scramble to change plans quick. How did you manage to turn his birthday into a total disaster?

You and Trey burst through the double doors of the Hall of Mirrors, huffing and puffing after running through the rain. You're both drenched from the sudden downpour. Even Trey's jacket, which kept you so warm only moments earlier, is completely soaked with rainwater. So much for enjoying the heat of Trey's-forever-hug. You look over at Trey and almost stop feeling bad for a moment. His white shirt is plastered to his chest, which is rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. You're hopeless to the view of seeing the outline of his muscles along with the wet sheen along his arms. Feeling like you're invading his body, you quickly break your stare and look at the ground, trying to hide the heat that once again crept up your face.

"I'm really sorry," you blurt out suddenly. "If I didn't run into you and make you carry all my stuff to Heartslabyul, you wouldn't be in this mess right now. You'd even have your jacket to protect you from the rain too. All this wasn't even for anything important, just a stupid photo-"

"Say, can you do me a favor?" Trey interrupts you, and you look up at him in surprise. As if he hasn't given you enough already, his black glasses are outstretched to you in his hand.

"Your shirt is still dry right? Mind if I borrow it to clean these up? I'm totally soaked."

"Y-yeah that's fine," you stammer, surprised that he interrupted you for something like this. You reach for his glasses, but he takes a step closer to you instead. He grabs the hem of your dry undershirt and uses it dry the droplets off his lenses. It almost feels intimate with how close you are, breathing in his space. If you weren't already encased by the scent of his jacket, you would definitely be able to smell him now with how close he's gotten.

"I'm not blaming you for this little encounter with the rain, you know," he says quietly enough that only you can hear. "I offered to help you, knowing it was going to rain. I wanted to make sure you got to your destination safely."

Your face heats up for the umpteenth time, and you have nowhere to hide it this time with Trey looking directly at you.

"Plus," he continues, his face getting closer to your ear, "it's cute seeing you get flustered over everything I do."

Oh. So he has noticed every time you've gotten embarrassed during the past hour. Wonderful.

"Trey, enough with it," you whisper back.

He takes a step back and puts his glasses back on, making you wish he would've just stayed close to you.

"Alright alright, I'll quit teasing you. I thought I'd indulge myself for today," he says with his usual sheepishness.

If you knew he liked teasing you so much, maybe you would have avoided him for today if you had the choice. You feel your phone buzz and see a message from the Magicam group chat.

Ace: whats ur eta? i think we're just about wrapped up here

Ace: please tell me u didnt blow it again and change the story again

"One second Trey, Ace is messaging me."

"What a buzzkill."

Y/n: We just made it to the hall of mirrors, be there soon

Y/n: This party better be worth it

Deuce: You and me both, prefect

"You ready to head in?" you ask Trey after putting your phone away. You still have a mission to accomplish!

"Yeah, let's go. My arms will finally have a rest once we're inside," he quips back.

"You said you'd quit teasing me."

"My bad."

You and Trey make your way into the dorm, uneasy with what you're about to see. Did they really prep for a photo shoot? Or did they just stick with a half-assed birthday party with only half the supplies? As you both open the doors to the foyer, your jaws hit the floor.

Cater's body is out for display on the dorm couch, garbed only with a bright red speedo. His hair is in his usual style, a half-up pony, but now donned with sparkly red sunglasses atop his head. A glob of white sunscreen is stuck on his nose, imitating a cartoon lifeguard. He's holding a large beach ball with one arm, his phone in the other. On either side, Ace and Deuce are dressed similarly with swimshorts instead of speedos and plain black sunglasses over their eyes. Both of them look unimpressed while fanning Cater with cheap decorative fans, presumably leftover from New Years. Riddle stands behind a tripod with a camera mounted to it. A ring light is placed in front of the tripod, lighting up Cater's face with a perfect warm glow. Most of the equipment probably belonged to Cater, seeing that he uses it for Magicam posts. You didn't expect there to be an actual setup, neither did Trey by the look on his face.

"Oh hey Trey," Cater speaks up, "grab a fan."

"My god Y/n, I thought you were joking." Trey deadpans.

"I thought I was too..."

"I don't joke about showbiz, Trey." Cater looks deadly serious.

A beat.

Another.

Who's going to speak up first?

"...kidding! C'mon you two, we're just messing around! Happy b-day Trey-Trey!" Cater pipes up after a moment of awkward silence, "also, did you guys swim through a river to get here? You're both absolutely soaked."

"Really? I didn't notice anything coming in," you deadpan back, "did you see any rain, Trey?"

"Hmm, not that I saw. I mean, we were walking together after all."

"Okay you two, no need for the 'tude," Cater replies.

"I think I can have some 'tude' after going through a downpour for, what's this, a bikini party? Nice birthday party, guys." Trey's glare burns holes into Cater's perfectly lit face.

"It was prefect's idea," Ace blurts out before Trey can unleash his disapproval. You shoot a look in Ace's direction and he smirks in response.

"Oh? So you didn't like it when I was teasing you, but the idea of a bikini photo shoot was fine by you?" He nudged your arm, feigning anger. His wink was the cherry on top. You were sick of his winking.

"I only said that to keep the surprise birthday part a secret! Give me a break guys," you groan.

"Can we put our clothes back on now?" Deuce interjects, "Trey knows the truth, I think we can get on with the actual birthday party."

"I agree. This running joke has gone on long enough. Sorry Trey if this had made you upset, we'll do our best to make it up to you," Riddle says with a sigh.

"No worries guys, I guess I can't be too upset if prefect came up with the idea and Riddle approved of it," Trey replies, scratching the back of his head. "Besides, I think we're gonna need a change of clothes too." You almost forgot that you and Trey were soaked in rainwater.

Ace grumbles some "about time" and leaves to change, Deuce, Cater, and Riddle following suit.

"B-t-dubs, Trey, we set up the real party in the kitchen, but prefect will have to help you put the rest of it together! GL!" he says with a wave before exiting to his room to put some proper clothes on, leaving you and Trey alone in the foyer.

"Some surprise huh? I sure hope the rest of the party is somewhat normal,"

"Ugh, I'm just ready to be in some warm clothes and eat some good food..." you mumble.

You suddenly realize that you are in Heartslabyul, not Ramshackle. You don't have a spare set of warm, dry, clothes here. Trey must have noticed your error, or saw the expression on your face as you realized.

"Don't worry, I think I still have some old clothes you can wear, or I can ask Riddle. He might be more your size."

"That'd be great."

"And hey, you could return them at the end of the night," he snakes his arm around your waist and brings you closer, "as an apology gift, for screwing up my birthday party, no?"

You can practically hear his smug look as he tells you everything you need to know about his "plans" with you after the party. Happy birthday to you, Trey.

[matt0044]

There’s been a recurring tread in Fandom Discouse(TM) or Fanwank for those who tell it like it is. And it revolves around Redemption Arcs.

These type of stories have been the most controversial on various levels for good reasons. It often comes down to how we may identify with or project onto the character in question and the discomfort it may bring.

Specifically in regards to characters that may hit too close to home. Characters who are very much perpetrators of conflict and violence rather than victims. They hurt others for their gain be they sociopathic or just apathetic to what they wrought.

Many have dealt with these precise people in their lives and will thus have very strong words to say when a character of similar attributes appears to be turning themselves around. There will be some deliberation over how “earned” it felt on a narrative level but either way, they are on a better path in life.

For these aforementioned fans among others, it’s a difficult pill to swallow… if not one they nearly choke on. In their eyes, this character is barely even human but a monster in every sense of the word. They’ve hurt characters they love. They’ve either enjoyed it or brushed it off in indifference.

Where does Chloe factor into this? Well… it fascinates me that we got a circle of fandom that advocates for a character, a female character no less, and their could’ve-been development from Mandy but crossing way more lines.

She’s the inciting incidents for nearly every Akuma in Season 1 and is almost intentional about it. While Season 2 would humanize her and show a likely source of her behavior, I have seen more characters get shit for far less and they would rarely mean the things they say or do when in a mood.

There’s also the, um, gender thing. It have especially been my and others observations that a female character is likely to have a borderline hate campaign against them for either exhibiting a trait that male characters will get a pass for or just… making a mistake.

My Adventures With Superman subverted the very long standing secret identity dynamic Clark had with Lois Lane by having the aspiring journalist put the pieces together fast.

Her reaction to Clark not being straight with her was hardly terribly welcoming, especially given her father being deceptive with her. The Fandom’s reaction was extra less welcoming and overlooked her possible complexes over liars in favor of her behavior.

So… why is Chloe somehow exempt? There are likely multiple factor but I think there's a large one that's gone underexamined.

Obviously there's the feeling of being cheated out of a redemption storyline that Season 2 seemed to kick start. Yet it's not like Season 3 just had her be mean again out of the blue. Chloe is still very much a brat even if Despair Bear, Zombizou and her Queen Bee trilogy had her take a good look at herself.

Old habits die hard. Hawk Moth just took the time in Season 3 to gradually give said habits a clean bill of health.

My observations of Fandom Culture at large leads me to feel like Chloe's case is about less what did happen and was undone but more like what seemed to be happening but didn't. Fandom loves the hypothetical. The theories, the speculation. A lot of it is very personalized even when fans come together to pitch their own takes.

As such, there's a personal investment factor in these malleable concepts that's distinct from engaging in the hardwared canon. It's a sandbox where the material you're working with can be molded into what suits you. Canon can be too often, "Here it is: take it or leave it." Fanon is more accomadating to those who might want to change things.

Bare in mind, I'm not trying to advocate for one or the other here. Fanon depends on canon, warts and all, and a Fandom can't flourish without it period. But sometimes we mistake Fanon for what should happen and ignore the innate placeholder status they have. Thus Canon is seen as an intrusion when, well, it's just the show itself.

Another reason may be because for all the grouching about redemption arcs, we've... rarely seen such backslide let alone one that sticks considerably. We've had our Majin Vegetas and Book 2 Finale!Zukos but rarely have we (outside of specific circumstances and specific mediums) had a redemption arc reverse course.

As such, many seem keen to ignore how organic the journey from Queen Bee to Miracle Queen really was. Her insistence of joining the fray with Ladybug, her tendency to shoot her mouth with a sharp tongue to boot returning more like in Stormy Weather 2, making a Bee Signal of all things.

The ground work was laid for Queen Wasp's return and the soil was beyond fertile. Thus her villain arc for Season 4 and 5 involves tripling down on her banal evil from brainstorming Marinette's fall, getting evilized intentionally and keeping Sabrina from sleeping (boy howdy, was Chloe lucky she didn't go to her dad, A police officer :P).

Now... nobody needs to like this or stop disliking what they dislike. It just would be nice if considering other perspectives and looking beyond one's expectations was encouraged.

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓽𝓮𝓼

♡ pairing: jin x reader (crushes) ♡ rating: G ♡ genre: fluff, crack ♡ au: summer job ♡ tw: n/a ♡ wc: ~1.3k ♡ track: Six Feet Under the Stars ~ All Time Low: “Meet me on Thames Street, I’ll take you out though I’m hardly worth your time. In the cold you look so fierce but I’m warm enough because this tension’s like a fire. We’ll head to South Broadway in a matter of minutes and like a bad movie, I’ll drop a line and fall in the grave I’ve been digging myself, but there’s room for two six feet under the stars.”

♡ summary: Jungkook and Taehyung accidentally-on-purpose spill one of Jin's secrets. Luckily, it's a secret you had, too.

♡ an: this is for @mirahuyooo my beloved darling moodboard maker (she made all the banners you're going to be seeing). i told her i would post hers first so here it is!! enjoy!! 14 Valen-tans Days masterlist ♡♡ main masterlist

You lifted the box up to the shelf, only slightly struggling with it. Mr. Yun had graciously given you and your other coworker, Jin, the night off to celebrate the Summer Festival, so the sooner you got your work done the sooner you could leave.

Mr. Yun was a kind old man with a small business that he hired extra help for over the summer. This was your fourth year working for him, and third year working with Jin. It was a great way to make some extra money while you weren't in school. And the year Jin came around just made the whole experience better.

Jin was so much fun to work with. He was only a couple years older than you, and he was constantly cracking the worst jokes that always made you laugh, no matter how hard you tried not to. You still remembered the one he told you after he introduced himself.

"Do you know what color hamburgers are?" he asked you, barely holding back laughter with the slyest shit-eating grin you'd ever seen.

"Um, brown, mostly?" you answered, very unsure where this question was about to lead.

"No," he squeaked out, "they're burger-ndy!" Jin bust into laughter at the joke, but it took you a moment to connect the dots before the most unattractive snort escaped you. It was such a stupid joke, it shouldn't have made you laugh, but in trying to hold the laugh back you did that.

You had instantly thought that Jin was attractive, but shoved that thought down as soon as it had arrived. First, you were both here to work, and second, with a face like that he was probably already taken. Still, you had wanted to make a good impression, not… that.

But over the years, despite your attempts to squash any and all romantic feelings you had for him, they had only grown as you got to know him better, as you met his friends, as you hung out with him outside of work. Eventually you learned he wasn't taken, but you still didn't let yourself hope. There was no way he liked you back.

"You got that?" his voice shook you from your thoughts, and you looked over to see Jin (with his now light pink hair that you adored a little too much) gesturing towards the box.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," you responded as you pushed it into place. "Just trying to get finished so I can get ready for tonight."

"I'm glad you're excited," Jin smiled. "I used my undeniable charm to convince Mr. Yun to let us go tonight." That got an eye roll from you.

"Sure, Jan." That was something you had picked up from Jungkook, the youngest member of their friend group who had the most sibling-like sibling relationship with Jin. The kid was a brat, but he was an adorable one, and he was always sweet to you.

Jin groaned. "Don't encourage the brat by repeating the things he says."

"But Jungkook is funny."

The gasp he let out was overdramatic on purpose, and you giggled. You thoroughly enjoyed teasing him about his jokes (really, Jungkook was just a bad influence on you). "Brats, the both of you!" He turned away, but you caught the hint of a smile on his face. "That's it, I'm telling Mr. Yun you offered to stay here by yourself tonight!"

"No no no no!!" You reached out for his hand to keep him from getting too far away. "No, Jin, don't, I'm sorry! You're way funnier than Jungkook!"

"You promise?"

"Yes! Please, I really wanna go tonight." You added a pout, something you learned from Jimin. Jin rolled his eyes, but acquiesced.

"You really picked up all the worst habits from my friends." He exhaled. "Come on, I'm nearly done with my section, and it looks like you are too."

You dropped his hand and the two of you returned to working in comfortable silence. After a few more minutes of work, you were both finished and you began locking up. Jin waited for you just outside the front, and you heard the tell-tale laughter of two trouble-makers.

"Jin-hyung!"

"Y/N-noona!"

You glanced over your shoulder to see Jungkook and Taehyung bounding towards you two. "Hey guys," you greeted in return as you finished.

"Noona, are you excited for your date with Jin-hyung tonight?" Jungkook asked, a mischievous smile lighting his face. You nearly dropped the store keys, looking between the giddy maknae and Jin's own shocked face.

"Um… what?"

"Jungkook—"

"Yeah, Noona," Taehyung added with a matching smile, "you're ready to go, right?"

"Taehyung!"

"Jin, what are they talking about?" you whisper-yelled to him, very confused.

He gave you a very pretty but very unconvincing smile. "Nothing, just ignore them, they're just being brats." Jin turned back to the boys with a look that said they were going to get killed later.

Jungkook wasn't phased and leveled the elder with a look of his own. "Hyung, have you seriously not asked her yet?"

Jin sighed. "I was getting there until you two terrors showed up!"

You looked between the three bickering friends and took a tentative step back. Jungkook mentioned the word date and both he and Taehyung seemed very insistent that Jin was supposed to ask you on one. But Jin didn't like you like that.

"Hey, Jin?" You finally spoke up, catching all of their attention. "I know we were all planning on hanging out tonight but were you going for something different?"

"It's now or never, hyung," Taehyung smiled, patting Jin's shoulder.

"Fighting!" Jungkook added.

"Would you two get out of here?" Jin lightly pushed them away, and they easily went, offering you a small goodbye and a promise to see you later at the festival.

Once they were both far enough away, Jin smiled at you softly, his face red. "I'm so sorry about them, I don't know what possessed them to do that." You simply nodded and waited for him to continue, to answer your question.

There was a long moment of silence where you two just looked at each other. You wondered what he was thinking about as he met your eyes. Was he thinking about how to let you down easy?

Maybe you shouldn't have asked him if he wanted more for tonight. Maybe you can hang out with Jungkook and Taehyung tonight instead of Jin.

"Listen—"

"Do you like raisins?" Jin asked over what was going to be your poor attempt to backtrack. The question came out of nowhere, and honestly, the past ten minutes were giving you whiplash.

"What?"

"Raisins, you know, the little dried-up grapes. Do you like them?"

Slowly, you shook your head. There was a small niggling feeling in the back of your mind that said this was some kind of set-up for another one of his jokes, but you weren't sure where it was going.

"Okay, so, how would you feel about a date?"

Jin had that smile on his face, the one where he was waiting for you to get the joke, but there was also a hopeful gleam in his eyes like this was more than just a joke.

You took a deep breath, trying to quell the laughter from the pun. "Jin, is this seriously how you're asking me out?"

"Did you really expect anything different from me?"

You let out a small giggle at the ridiculousness of the whole thing. "That's a bad joke," you managed.

"But the date will be amazing, I can promise you that." He added a wink that had you blushing as hard as he was. "I'll meet you later tonight?"

You nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'd really love that." You looked away and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Jin waved goodbye with one last smile and ran off to catch up with the younger boys. You started on your way home to get ready for the date you never thought you'd get.

tagging: @daydreamer-writing

thanks for reading!!

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 203

McCoy

Scotty had gone to speak with Aporal and McCoy was left alone in their room. He had an hour or so before he was going to meet up with Sulu to help him study. McCoy looked around and wondered what to do in the meantime.

He hoped Scotty could work things out with Aporal.

In the end McCoy sat down at his desk and studied for his own classes while he waited to hear from Sulu. He had an extra fencing practice in preparation for the upcoming tournament. McCoy himself had briefly thought about seeing if the academy had a swim team, but decided his studies would eventually keep him too busy.

A chirp came from his comm and he reached for it. Sulu was finished and ready when he was. McCoy typed out a quick answer, then gathered his books and PADD. Scotty hadn’t returned yet and he still could only hope everything went smoothly with Aporal.

There was a quiet hum of students working as McCoy entered the library. He had been inside it a handful of times, but had not spent a longer time there yet.

He looked around as he walked through the main area where many study tables were set up. Shelves stood on either side, ending near the walls lined with tall windows. The building was bright with sunshine.

McCoy pulled out his comm and sent another message to Sulu asking if he had arrived yet. McCoy had not seen him at the tables and was looking towards the staircase that led to the upper floor.

A chirp behind him had McCoy glancing over his shoulder. Sulu grinned.

“I am now,” he answered.

McCoy chuckled. “Where do you want to go?” He gestured towards the main area.

“Come on,” Sulu said, clapping McCoy’s shoulder as he began to walk. “I found a quiet place upstairs.”

“So, um,” Sulu began nervously when they had settled at an upstairs table tucked around a corner. “Does Scotty know what’s up with Aporal?”

McCoy looked up sharply from opening his books.

“I mean, I don’t want to know his secret,” Sulu said quickly. “Just Scotty knows, doesn't he?”

McCoy nodded slowly. “He does. And I do too because Aporal knew Scotty would probably tell me. But it really is just his business and if he wants it known— which isn’t likely— he’ll tell.”

“That’s fair enough,” Sulu agreed. “We’ve all got to get used to the fact that we won’t always know everything going on around us.”

“Yeah, well, I hope Jim learns that soon too. Just because he wants to be a captain doesn’t mean people can’t still have their personal secrets.”

“You can say that again,” Sulu agreed.

“What era are you on?” McCoy asked, tugging gently on the corner of Sulu’s history text to get a better look.

There was still some time before dinner as McCoy walked back across campus to his dorm room. Sulu had stayed at the library to do a few other quick pieces of homework. McCoy wondered again how everything with Scotty and Aporal had gone. He hadn’t heard anything from his husband while he helped Sulu and he hoped that meant Scotty and Aporal were made up and doing something together.

He’d know soon enough he thought to himself as he entered their dorm building and made for the stairs.

Part 204

Scotty

Scotty's mouth was dry as he slowly stepped inside Aporal's room. It had taken a moment for the Andorian to step aside, but eventually he'd made space for the Scotsman.

Scotty heard the door close behind him, however, he didn't dare to look at Aporal. Only when the boy spoke up, did Scotty turn around.

"What is it, Scottish boy?" Aporal held his arms crossed in front of his chest. One of his eyebrows was raised curiously.

"I... I want to talk."

Aporal huffed.

"I don't think there's anything to talk about, is there? You told me what you think and that's that," replied the Andorian with a shrug. He stepped over to his bed and sat down.

Scotty slowly shook his head and made one step forward towards the bed.

"Nae, I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said. I... overreacted," he muttered, looking down at the floor. All the worry about Leonard and about possible articles to follow had overwhelmed him and his emotions.

They fell silent for a long moment. Scotty was able to hear his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for a reply. Wasn't Aporal going to say anything?

When Scotty finally looked up again, he saw that Aporal was staring at him. Even though the Scotsman considered the Andorian a friend, he wasn't able to read what was going on in his mind in the slightest bit. The lad really was a mystery, after all.

"Laddie?"

After a while, Aporal just sighed heavily. He pulled one of his legs close to his chest while the other rested on the ground.

"I don't know, Scottish boy. Maybe... maybe you were right. I'm not on that ship anymore. I don't have to fight for my life or my rights every day. And, on a conscious level, I know that. But... sometimes it comes back to haunt me. A touch, a word – and then I'm back on that ship. There's a foe in front of me and I have to fight them. I... have to kill them."

With every word, Aporal's voice turned more and more into a whisper and his eyes lowered.

Scotty felt a lump form in his throat. Slowly, he made his way over and sat down beside Aporal. After a moment of hesitation, he wrapped one arm around the other boy.

"It's something I'm unable to let go. No matter how much I want to."

Scotty nodded slowly. He thought back to his first self defense class. How Francis had held him and he immediately had been back at that cabin with the Romulans.

Aporal had been there to help him back then. And now he needed to be there for Aporal.

"I really want to help ye, lad. I... want to help ye overcome it."

Aporal's shoulders slumped as he sighed once again and wiped at his eyes. Scotty could see him swallow.

"I... I didn't mean to hurt your prince. And I didn't mean to downplay what happened. It's just... I learned that it's better not to let it get to you and to quickly move on with your life. To be on alert for the next thing to happen."

When their eyes met, Scotty was able to see all the guilt and the pain in Aporal's eyes.

"I ken. And together we can work on it. We will help ye feel better. And safer."

At least he could try.

When Scotty returned to their room after a long talk with Aporal, Leonard wasn't there yet. Scotty assumed that he was still with Sulu or taking a walk.

He sat down at his desk and picked up his PADD. It was still blinking. There were unread messages from his worried friends from before lunch and some articles.

The Scotsman scanned the lines and pictures. He tried not to sigh and shook his head. Leah was right. It would be taken care of.

When the door opened, Scotty turned his head. A smile pulled at his lips when he saw his husband.

"Mo ghràdh."

[mute-call]

"Yeah!" Help him help them, but still. "Gosh, Nanashi, there's so much you still have to learn about this stuff. Have you ever even met another super before? Uh, secret identities aside, Afton Robotics won't just be your ticket into the tech industry, it'll be your ticket into supers society. No matter what you end up focusing on, it can't hurt to have them at your back, you know?"

This is going great! Steven's glad this is the tactic the higher-ups chose for Nanashi. ...they didn't exactly have a choice, not with the kid's ability set, but still. You catch more super-powered flies with honey than with forceful-retrieval-slash-elimination-teams, as they say.

"Um... let me see if I can rephrase. You're a really hard worker, I've seen that first-hand. Mr. Afton's always said that it's people like you who are going to end up changing the world-- you don't have to be one-in-a-million, or a genius, or anything like that. You just have to know what you want and know how to get it. In terms of your extra abilities, though... Nanashi, do you have any idea how incredible you are? I'm considered a high-value asset, but I'm nowhere near on your level. You've been given a real gift. What you choose to do with it is up to you; the company just wants to help you live up to your full potential."

Where exactly that gift came from is a mystery-- one Steven knows the lab techs will be excited to unravel. They have yet to develop a reliable method of evoking predictable powers within their test subjects; every kid in the program was a gamble, all injected with the same chemical formula, and not all of the latent powers that emerged from their unique, individual physiology proved as useful as Bell's.

There's no telling what the company can learn from someone who got his abilities somewhere else, however. If they could reliably duplicate Nanashi's powers, that would be a success beyond anyone's wildest dreams! That would fulfill most if not all of Mr. Afton's personal goals for the program! With Nanashi's death-defiance, William would... he'd be--

He'd be unstoppable.

Steven's surprised by the flicker of anxiety that flashes through him at the thought, and dutifully ignores it. It doesn't make sense, and it's not worth dwelling on, especially not right now. He still has work to do to finish this job.

"I know this is a little... soon, but I could take you by today if you want and show you around." He knows Nanashi doesn't have much in the way of after-school commitments, because the kid spends his time wreaking havoc instead.

"You could see what they have to offer. ...but if that's too much, you can always ask me any questions you have instead. About, uh, either opportunity. I know it's a lot to take in, and I'm here to tell you that there's no rush to decide! You're in control."

[Would Mr. Bell be lying about this? If his teacher was as kind as he'd always made himself out to be, then there was no way. Again, Nanashi really didn't understand...but an opportunity was an opportunity. He'd have to seize it while he still had the chance. If Afton Robotics was actually interested in him...how could he say no?]

[His teacher continued, alluding to how "obvious" Nanashi's vigilantism had been; admittedly, he hadn't been doing much to conceal his identity ( a hoodie and face mask didn't do much, but hey, were Clark Kent's glasses any better? ), but he didn't think that anyone had noticed. His family worried when he came home late, and recently, his dad had been chiding him on how much school he was missing...but running off to commit crimes in the name of justice couldn't be the first conclusion anyone would reach. Other kids skipped all the time without being questioned. Had he really been that reckless?]

[Nanashi swallowed, averting his gaze. Mr. Bell was right. If he could piece this together, then ultimately, others would too. What would they do then? Nanashi would be apprehended, his dad would be horrified, and his sister...]

[...Hell, Asahi didn't even know that he'd died in that first confrontation. He couldn't imagine how she might react.]

[His teacher continued, revealing Afton Robotics' true goal in all of this: they were a sort of "sanctuary" for people like him. The sales pitch that followed was ( unfortunately ) effective, moreso because Mr. Bell was someone that Nanashi wholeheartedly trusted. Mr. Bell really did have the best intentions; he wouldn't recommend this unless he was absolutely sure Nanashi would benefit from it.]

[Nanashi anxiously rubbed at his arm; that conclusion sounded hopeful and optimistic. A win-win, no matter how you looked at it. A once-in-a-lifetime internship AND protection in his chaotic pursuits. It would guarantee a future for him in more ways than one. He couldn't refuse.]

[He eyeballed his phone, gauging Dagda's reaction. He seemed satisfied. There would be no interference on his part...which meant that Nanashi had to do the logical thing here.]

❝ So...they actually want to help me? ❞ [If Mr. Bell's pitch had any truth to it, then yes, they did. He still didn't understand why a stupid kid like him would hold any interest for them, but...] ❝ I mean...I can't say no. Interning with them would be a dream come true, and if they support...what I'm doing, then that's even better. ❞

❝ But -- what do they even see in me? I'm not... ❞ [Was he really just about to insist that he wasn't special? He could die and ressurect as many times as he wanted, with only a few strings attached. He had become a pinnacle of strength and fortitude with Dagda's help. Still...] ❝ I just...don't understand. ❞

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hey!! , here I come back with my request (っ˘ω˘ς )

Thanks to volume 3 of TR characters, we know that Hanma and Sanzu are in the top 3 of the best bettors. How about mini scenarios with Hanma, Sanzu and Benkei, where they are playing poker and their partner challenges them to bet something. You can choose if it is nfsw or not.

Hey! We can make this a thing *a thing a thing*

Place Your Bets: Hanma Shuji/Sanzu Haruchiyo/Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 817

tw: sort of smut?

masterlist

Hanma Shuji - Shot Poker

"You know you're losing," Hanma laughs, watching you shift unsteadily in your seat. "You're wasted, sweetheart."

"No, I'm not," you giggle, looking at your cards.

"You always seem to pull the worst hands, baby." You roll your eyes and look back down at your suit, which - admittedly - is really bad. "Let me see the hand you've got." You hold onto the cards and bite your lip, trying to look everywhere except at the whiskey bottle and at Hanma.

"It's not a good one; I'll go ahead and take a shot." You reach for the glass and pour yourself another shot, feeling the world spin.

"Give up the ghost," Shuji laughs, his eyes closing as you toss it back. "I think you're already wasted. Unless you don't want to admit defeat...?"

"Fold," you bark, giving up with the single word. "You called my bluff." Shuji stands up, laying his cards on the table and walking over to you.

"Let's get you some water," he purrs, lifting you up from the chair and pulling you close. "And then maybe I can get you in the bed, yeah?"

Sanzu Haruchiyo - Strip Poker

"You have only your pants, underwear, and socks left, Haru."

"Yeah..." Sanzu mumbles, looking through his card assortment. "You don't have to remind me, sweet cheeks." You laugh, still sitting cross-legged on the carpet in your underwear and bra.

"You might lose this one faster than I lost the last one."

"Listen," Sanzu chides, clicking his tongue as he arranges the cards in his hand. "You might win this round..." You pick up another card from the pile.

"Oh, yeah? So why don't you fold right now?"

"Because..." Sanzu states slowly, setting his cards down on the floor. "I think you owe me your bra." You groan, putting your cards down and pulling the item off before handing it to Sanzu. He takes the lacy thing in his hands and smirks, raising his pink brows. "House always wins, baby."

"You wanted to win my clothes?" you ask sarcastically.

"No," Sanzu whispers and shakes his head. "I wanted to win the look on your face when you had to take off your bra. Seeing you naked is just a perk."

"So, you're not going to fuck me after this?"

"I never said I wouldn't," Sanzu replies cheekily. "I just think the look on your face is priceless. The extra parts of this little exchange are the cherries on top."

Keizo Arashi - Secrets Poker

You look down at your choices. Tell a secret about your sex life or your browser search history.

"Last week, I searched 'how to cook a foot' on Google."

"What?" Keizo laughs, frowning. "You thinking about cooking my feet now? I knew you had a foot fetish, but--"

"No, it isn't like that," you begin, covering your face. "I was thinking about if I was stuck on Everest and how I'd survive."

"So you'd cook a foot."

"Well! If I was stranded with no way to call for help and all I had available to eat were--"

"And that's gross," Keizo interrupts, waving his hands. "Next round." You play back and forth, trying your best to keep your eyes on the cards in your hands as Keizo places his bet (you have to tell him the other secret), and you place yours (his own secret of choice). Playing poker with your friend didn't seem like a bad choice at first, but as you're stressing over each new card, you feel the urge to just confess and get the awkwardness out of the way.

"Fold," Keizo admits, shaking his head. "I'll go next." He flips over a "Secret" card and eyes the choices before clearing his throat. "Um, how about the last time I fantasized about something."

"Oh, no," you groan, though most of it is faked.

"Don't worry, it's not too graphic." Keizo places his Secret card down and sighs. "Have you ever seen something so good-looking that you can't help but feel the saliva in your mouth?"

"I guess," you state, looking away as the heat creeps up your neck.

"Right, so I was at this club. I was looking dead at it; everything in me wanted to dive head first into it and taste it. I was about to lose my mind while sitting in the VIP section, imaging all the shit I would do. And the lady walks right past me... with a fucking burger. It was gigantic and looked so damn good. I almost leaped over the little rope and took it from her. I was so damn hungry."

You stare at Keizo, slack jawed.

"What?" he wonders, shrugging. "When you're drunk and hungry, other options aren't available."

"You didn't have to go into detail like that."

"Got you thinking, though, didn't it?" Keizo asks, winking at you. "You ready for another round?"

[drewdrop7]

Goodbye part 2 Julieta x male reader

Pepa and Bruno have been worried about their triplet as she refuses to leave her room for 2 weeks now. The towns people are worried since there is no one to help heal them so they have to be extra careful and fearful. Alma has been cooking since her daughter hasn't come out and she doesn't trust the other 2 to not burn her kitchen down.

Bruno is the reason they are banned after burning cereal... He said he wanted warm milk with his cereal. Pepa was convinced he was a serial killer after that.

Pepa and bruno makes sure they bring Julieta meals and snacks. they know she ate because there is always empty plates at her door which they gladly take to clean. Felix told Pepa you aren't any better since you was planning on leaving town.

"he can't leave... Julieta is pregnant with his baby." Pepa said not being able to hold the secret any longer

Felix's eye widen at the news.

"well what am i suppose to do?" Felix ask

"bring him here now. i don't care if you have to carry him kicking and screaming. he needs to talk to Julieta. they are both clearly a mess without each other. "

"si mi vida. " Felix agrees

He heads to your house and knocks. You open the door and Felix immediately smells the alcohol on you

"really amigo? " he sighs.

"what do you want Felix?" you slur looking at him

"you to come with me. Julieta needs you." he tells you

"no. where was she when i needed her?" you shout

"i'm sorry." Felix tells you

before you can ask he grabs you and throw you over his shoulder

"put me down!" you shout

you try fighting to get off but you are drunk. people stare as Felix walks through town hold you as you basically have a fit. Pepa is waiting outside and see you and Felix. 

"I thought you would be able to get him to come willingly " Pepa tells her man

"well if he wasn't drunk he'd be easier to get here. " Felix tells her

"he's drunk!?" Pepa huffs.

Felix puts you down and Pepa sprays you in the face with a hose.

"what the heck!" you shout

"that's so you are a bit more alert. now go talk to my sister or your ass would be grass!" Pepa shouts and thunder goes off

"fine" you say.

you go inside and Casita helps you to Julieta's door. you sigh and run a hand threw your hair. you knock before going inside. you sober up seeing the mess in Julietas always clean room. You see her cuddling with the bear you got her on your first date. she has your shirt on.

"Juli..." you say

she looks up and you see how red and puffy her face is. you rush over to her bed and grab her in your arms. You couldn't stand seeing her like this.

"i'm sorry. " you both say at the same time.

"no I'm sorry. I should have realized I wasn't spending enough time with you. I can't lose you. please just don't leave me. I love you so much. I promise to make time for you." Julieta tells you as she clings on to you scared if she lets go you will leave.

"I should have let you talk and not just call it quits. it's my fault too. " you tell her

you make her look at you and you kiss her softly. she kisses back and wraps her arms around your neck. you hold her waist and pull away slowly.

"i love you so much mi dulce. " she tells you

"I love you more Cariña" you tell her.

you peck her lips and she sits up.

"i have to tell you something.." she tells you.

"what is it?" you ask stating in her eyes

"um... we are... going to be parents. "she tells you

"you're pregnant?" you ask the obvious

she nods and you smile big.

"if it's a girl we should name her Isabela after my abuela.. boy maybe we call him Felix" you say

Julieta giggles and lays her head on your chest

"well I hope it's a girl. we don't need to confuse our son and his tio. " she tells you.

you smile and put a hand on her stomach. you two hear shouting downstairs.

"Bruno stop trying to boil milk!" you hear Pepa shout

you and Julieta look at each other and rush downstairs.

[randofics]

Truth or Dare

An ultimate spiderman oneshot

Sam Alexander/Nova x y/n, no plot just smut, definitely 18+ so skip if you don't like it, also there's almost no editing this was created in a sleep deprived haze at 3 in the morning. Also there's some latin and Spanish sentences in this so I put the English versions next to them with a dash.

18+ Under the cut

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The Parker house was mostly quiet tonight you and the others were sitting in a circle on the living room floor. Aunt may was out with some of her bingo club friends for a girls night. After watching a movie you and the others agreed on playing a few games before patrol. The boys out voted you and Ava on what game you would play first. Of course picking truth or dare. The first round was tame enough with simple truth questions and even simpler dares, mostly food related on the boys part.

Eventually it was your turn again and you decided on dare. Luke grinned and you suddenly felt like you made the wrong choice. "I dare you to turn Sam on." Your eyes widen incredulously. "What!? I am not doing that Luke!" Peter decides to butt in. "Come on y/n are you chicken?" You glare at him before conceding defeat. "I'm not chicken! So fine I'll do it." You clear your throat and stand to move where Sam is sitting.

Deciding on spite you sit in his lap facing him. You lean in to whisper in his ear. "Tu es bellus- you're cute. Volo te basia- I want to kiss you." You feel him tense up under you, you're hands touch his chest and move behind his neck. Deciding on something a bit more risqué you use one hand to pull out your knife. You bring it up to his neck and lightly graze it along his jaw. "Hoc tibi vis?- You like this don't you?" You grin when he shivers slightly. "Habesne cubiculum extra linguam in ore tuo?- Have you got any room for an extra tongue in your mouth?"

You laugh breathily at him and barely graze the crook of his jaw with your top teeth, your upper lip brushing over his skin. You can hear him gasp at the sensation and you abruptly leave him. After you sit in your respectful spot in the circle you look over to him. He's breathing a bit heavier and there's a bright blush on his face and ears. You sheath your knife and lean back against the couch behind you.

Peter, Luke, Danny, and ava look at you in stunned silence. " Um if you don't mind me asking what did you say to him?" Danny asked. You only grin at him in response. Sam finally snaps out of his trance. "I don't know what she said to be honest. A couple words sounded Spanish but the rest was gibberish to me." Ava decides to pipe up. " it sounded like latin from what I could catch."

Peter laughs incredulously. " So you know latin? What did you say?" You sigh and shake your head. "That's a secret between me and Sam, webhead." Looking at him again you can see that he's still blushing. Though now he has a determined look on his face. " Can we continue the game guy's?" After another few turns its Sam's go.

He picks dare and gets to turn you on aswell. He grins and moves towards you. He sits on his knees between your legs and places his hands on either side of you, pinning you against the couch behind you. He leans down to whisper in your ear like you did before. "Cuanto cuesta tu ropa Porque tendré que pagarte después de que los estafe.-How much do your clothes cost? Cause ill have to repay you after i rip them off."

"Quiero besarte tanto.-I want to kiss you so badly." He breaths on your neck placing his hand on your thigh close to your rear. He nips at your neck and down to your collar bone before leaving just as abruptly as you did. You pant slightly, eyes hooded and a blush across your face. You clear your throat and rub your neck. Peter breaks the silence by saying it's time for patrol. They tell you and Sam to watch the house while they're out. Peter winks at the both of you as they rush out the door.

The house grows quiet again as you both stare at the door. Sam is the first to break the silence. "So....about all of that earlier." You scoot over to him and crawl into his lap. You look at him through your lashes, his hands landing on your hips. Your hands glide up his clothed chest to wrap around his neck again. You inch your face towards his and finally connect. Your mouths clash and his hands start to roam over you. Your hands find their way into his hair, pulling and tugging on the short black locks. You pull away for air only for it to be nocked out of you when he latches onto your pulse.

Heat between your legs starts to grow and you move your hips to be flush with his. His hands return to your hips so he can hold you against him. You let a mewl escape your lips as he continues to attack your neck. You receive a surprisingly possessive growl in return, which makes you shiver. The coil in your abdomen being tugged on as he travels down to your chest. You lean back in his arms to give him better access but the layers of fabric keep him from going further. He slips his fingers under the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head.

He pauses for a moment to admire your partially covered chest before returning to kissing your skin. Reaching behind your back he unclasps your bra and pulls it off flinging it onto the couch. He immediately starts attending to your chest. And you grind down on him in response. He let's out a choked gasp at the friction. You lean back all the way to the floor, pulling him down with you.

With the new angle he grinds against you harder, holding your hip with one hand and caressing your back with the other. He hides in the crook of your neck, his groans and moans right in your ear as he grinds against you faster. You mewl and moan in return wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him against you. You were so happy that you wore leggings today. His shorts were thin enough for you to feel him as he rutted against you. As the coil in you tightened you clawed at his back. Your mewls and crys growing louder and his grunts and growls becoming more aggressive.

"Baby you feel amazing!" He panted turning his attention back to your neck. He started marking you which only added to the pleasure that tightened your coil even further. " I'm close Sam!" You whimpered. This spurred him on further. Both hands moved to your hips, his chest pressed against yours, and his head still in your neck. Suddenly your coil snapped and as you cried out he sunk his teeth into your shoulder. He rutted hard against you his hips snapping firmly against yours. He growled animalistically in your ear as he too came undone.

Once you had ridden your highs he sat up. Looking down at you eyes blown and panting hard. He helped you put your bra and shirt back on kissing you gently. He picked you up bridle style and took you upstairs to his room. Gently he placed you on his bed and he laid down beside you wrapping you in his arms. "I love you Sam." "I love you too y/n." You both drifted off to sleep.

[themoonmunchkin]

Don't look!

Pairing : Bakugo katsuki x gn!reader, Midoriya Izuku x gn!reader, Todoroki Shoto x gn!reader.

Genre : fluff

Warnings : insecure reader, cussing, savage deku?, kinda angsty but overall super fluffy ^3^

Synopsis : you're insecure about your side profile but they're having none of it.

Not gonna lie, he probably wouldn't even have known that this was an insecurity that people had.

So when you first start dating he wouldn't think much of it when you cover your nose while laughing or when you contour your jawline extra hard.

Until one day you start letting your thoughts get to you again, you think about how everyone around you have such a beautiful side profile.

You start wondering why Katsuki even bothers to be with someone as "ugly" as yourself, I mean has he seen his face.

But anyways you start distancing yourself from the world again, start hiding your face with your hair, have mental break downs in the night, refuse to take pictures and completely shut him out while thinking you're being subtle.

But no, no, no- my mans noticed...and he's currently having a full blown panic attack on the inside.

He's really worried at this point and starts thinking about what he's done wrong, he tries to talk to you but you're always making excuses and running away from him.

Now, he's had enough and so he quite literally barges into your dorm room and demands an explanation as he keeps shouting at you until....

.....he takes in your tear stained face with fresh tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

You were seated on the floor with a hand mirror clutched to your chest, the same one that you use to point out all your insecurities in, your phone is on the ground next to you with a picture of a model, her perfect side profile on display...the same one that you always compare yourself to.

Cue in a confused, angry and sad boom boom boy 😔.

Who the fuck had the audacity to make his baby cry hmm 🤬.

But then his anger vanishes just as it comes and before you knew it, he's shut the door behind him, quickly walks upto you, swoops you into his arms and cradles you in his lap.

"Ssshhh....its ok baby, I'm right here". Bakugo softly coos in your ear while running his fingers through your hair and letting his other hand rub your back. "Talk to me honey, what's wrong?"

You pull back a little and look up at him into his pain filled eyes that still hold so much love for you and that's when you tell him everything.

You tell him about how you've always hated your nose, how you've always wished you'd had a more chiseled jawline, how you've been bullied about your side profile by your peers and how you've never felt good enough.

He still doesn't get it because you're genuinely the most stunning person he's ever laid his eyes on, but understands how this is something that seriously bothers you and so he's gonna do everything in his powers to yeet those insecurities out.

Now Bakugo isn't one to lie or sugarcoat something, but he's also not someone who'll let you sit and hurt yourself like that.

He takes a deep breath, cups your cheeks in his hands and looks at you with the most earnest look on his face.

"Listen here baby, you're right maybe you don't have the most chiseled jawline or the sharpest nose out there-"

You winced at that a little but he was quick to speak again.

"I'm not done yet-" he closes his eyes and thinks for a second, words have never been his thing as he's someone who prefers actions instead but right now you needed more than just a kiss or a hug, you needed security and reassurance, so he takes in another deep breath and opens his eyes to look at you again.

"-just because you don't have those doesn't mean you're any less beautiful." He said with a smile as you curiously looked at him. You looked so damn cute to him all he wanted to do was pounce on you right then and there, but he held himself back for your sake and the next things he said made you fall in love with him even more.

"What you have suits your gorgeous fucking face, you don't have to change for any stupid extra and no one's opinion, not even yours is going to make me view you any differently or make me love you any less." He leaned in and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips that pretty much took your breath away and then he pulled back with a cute blush on his face.

"So from now on only listen to me okay and no matter what-" he kisses you again and pulls back a second time "-I will make you look at yourself the way I and so many other people look at you".

Now he's had his fair share of insecurities and he's had a lot of people call him "plain looking" (which I still don't understand how when he's got some of the rarest and most beautiful features) even then those words about his looks have never really got to him.

But when it comes to you, he immediately knows something's up with all those self-deprecating jokes you apparently find to be funny.

Doesn't question you cause he doesn't want to scare you away, also because he trusts you to come to him if something is wrong.

But alas you and your stubborn ass refused to seek help from anyone and instead you chose to cope with yourself by putting yourself down in the form of those awful "jokes".

You've always tried to get yourself to stop this, but it soon became more than a coping mechanism, it was the only way you could hold yourself up without wanting breaking into peices.

That was dangerous.

But it's ok! It's still all fine and dandy until one day everything changes and you realise that all that self-deprecation didn't do shit.

Its Sunday today and you and your boyfriend Izuku have been walking around the shopping plaza for a while now.

The two of you were on a date, but you were also on a hunt for the new all might merch that your boyfriend has been fangirling about since forever. So far there was no luck on your end but y'all weren't about to give up just yet.

"OMG! I think I see it in there!" Izuku squeals cutely while pointing at what looks like a moderately big comic store that had an emo cyber punk looking aesthetic to it.

*Gasp*..."OMG! I think I see it too!! Let's go!!" and with that you grabbed his hand and were dragging your blushy stuttering mess of a boyfriend towards the store. It was adorable how easily he got flustered even after how the two of you were almost half a year into dating.

The two of you finally reached the store and stepped in, there it was the brand new neon tinted holographic Allmight figuring with working layers. Izuku's eyes sparkled as he ran towards it and immediately snatched it off the shelf.

"Yay we finally got it!" You cheered as you walked over to him and gave him a high five. The two of you had bright smiles on your faces as you talked about the figuring and walked towards the counter to pay for it.

You looked towards the counter where a young girl who looked about your age was working as a cashier, she had this bored expression on her face until she saw your boyfriend and it immediately changed into something you could only call as a flirty expression.

"Hey there handsome~ what can I help you with today~" she said in a sultry tone and gave him a wink. You and izuku were both puzzled at the fact that she not only just openly flirted with your boyfriend but also completely ignored your existence.

"U-um....er....we just need this figuring please". Izuku placed the box covered figuring on the counter and was about to pull his hands back when she quickly grabbed them and cupped them with her own hands.

"You sure, how about I give you my number and we ditch this place to go get coffee."

"Um -uh no thank you, I have a s/o!"

"Hmm...I don't see them."

"Well I'm right here and maybe you'd have seen me if you'd stop flirting with your customers and did your job properly." You said and at this point you were seething because even though she knew you were right there, she hadn't spared you a glance and pretend like you were completely invisible.

"Oh, so that's who you are....I was wondering why such an ugly person would be hanging out with someone like him-" she pauses and looks into Izuku's eyes with a bored expression "-you need to raise your standards, I mean have you looked at how hideous their nose is or how ugly their face is."

The two of you froze. Sure You've always made fun of yourself before but this was the exact reason why. You've always told yourself that if you'd make fun of yourself, you'd be desensitized to what others say to you but it's only now you realize that no amount of preparation would ever be enough to handle the real thing.

Shame. Humiliation. Pain. Fear.....This is what you felt at the momen-

"How. Dare. You." You turned towards Izuku and for the first time ever you were met with the most terrifying expression on his face. His eyes were dark and he looked...mad....like really really mad and you froze, the cashier looked like she was about to cry with the look he was giving her.

"I don't know who you think you are but you had no need to say whatever you just said and you are wrong because they have the most gorgeous facial features ever." at this he turned to you and softened his eyes a bit, he reached for your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze.

"I promise you sweetheart, you will always be the most beautiful person in my life and no one can tell you otherwise-" he looked at the slack jawed cashier with disgust and pointed towards her "-not stupid people like her-" he looked back into your eyes like you were the only two people in the store and pointed towards himself "-not me and lastly never will you ever tell yourself those kinds of words again even as a joke, got it."

Always openly staring at you in the most respectful way ✨.

Even before y'all started dating he would always stare at you in secret, but hey! it's not his fault you were so irresistibly attractive all the time.

Uhm...so moving on, he is observant as heck especially when it comes to you but unfortunately he's just as oblivious T_T.

He's always noticed how you'd get shy and walk away whenever he'd stare at you for too long and genuinely thinks it's adorable at how bashful you get.

But truthfully.....you're mortified, paranoid even at how much he stares at you.

I mean yeah it's adorable to see him so whipped for you but you're always wondering if he's secretly bashing your side profile in his head and the thought makes you wince ever single time.

But you always tell yourself to not let your insecurities define Shoto or effect your relationship and besides Shoto isn't a cruel person, he'd never think of you that way.....right...?

Oh God, he's doing it again, he's staring at you and this time it truly is terrible because he is seated right beside you. The two of you are seated wooden chairs, side by side in the U.A. library.

Your textbooks and notebooks are spread out on the table in front of you. You're in a more secluded part of the library opting to study in a more private area and boy oh boy did Shoto take advantage of that.

"Shoto, could you please stop staring at me like that". You held your textbook upto your face and looked the other way.

"But I want to look at you". Shoto pouted slightly and furrowed his brows at your actions, he reached for your wrists and tried to pull them down and to much to your inconvenience, he succeeded.

You see, while you still had a bunch of work left to do, Shoto had finished about 15 minutes ago. You told him to go back to the dorms but instead of listening to you, he denied your offer and has been staring at you with the most unreadable expression on his face.

"Why can't I admire the one that I love the most". He slightly tilted his head towards the side and flashed you the most genuine smile. Damn him for being so adorable but that's not enough for your insecurities to go away.

"Because I'm ugly". You finally said softly with your head hung low and tears threatening to fall. You wanted to shrivel up in a corner and fade away for sounding so vulnerable but at the same time it felt so good to let your thoughts out.

"You're....what..." His eyes were wide and his jaw was set a slack. Now this took him by surprise, he had expected a lot of things but never once had he expected....that. He gently grabbed your chin and tilted your face to meet his. "Love, you're the most beautiful person I've ever met, why would you ever say that."

"Because I'm not beautiful, everyone has such a gorgeous face especially from their side. I don't and you don't have to lie to me to make feel better about myself. I know I'm ugly and I'll always be that....just let me accept that and be Shoto." You said with your voice slightly raised and shaky from the lump in your throat.

Shoto's eyes darkened a little and his grip on you tightened a little but not enough to hurt you. To even think that someone as precious as yourself could ever have such awful thoughts about yourself- how long have you been silently suffering like this all by yourself.

He cupped your cheeks with his hands and met your eyes with the most determined look on his face. "Darling, I don't know who said that to you or even if that's an inside voice but, I will absolutely never let you accept yourself this way."

"Everything about you is perfect, from those gorgeous eyes that i always get lost in," he kisses your eyes.

"-to that perfect nose that helps you breath so you could live by my side another," he kisses your nose.

"-to those delicate beckoning lips that I wish to kiss forever." he finally captures your lips in a breath taking kiss just to slowly release them and look at you.

"And besides, you know better than to call me a liar baby, you know that I would never lie when it comes to you so let's pack up for today and let me show you how much I love you and how utterly enticing you are."

[hairringtonsteve]

wrong house, right time

[joaquin torres x reader]

summary: Sometimes, life just sucks and nothing can be done. But when one (1) Joaquin Torres shows up to fix for air conditioner, your week gets just a little better.

word count: 2,262

a/n: I wasn't going to post this publicly, but @anna-phora told me to do it, so I'm accidentally stepping into MCU fic. Which like... was the eventual plan if I'm being honest. but this was written specifically for her because I'm a great friend. (edited so it's not including her name, lol)

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There are some weeks that are worse than others. You know this. You have accepted this It’s par for the course in life. But really – couldn’t Teacher Appreciation Week be better than the other weeks? It doesn’t even have to be by a lot. You’d take a smidge at this point. Hell, you’d take just about anything. You rested your head against the cool wood of your kitchen cabinet and sighed. On the counter, your phone chimed, signaling a text. A moment later, it chimed again.

“Better be something good,” you mumbled. You fumbled for it blindly, refusing to look for it. This week was exhausting. You weren’t going to move more than you had to for the next two days. After a few seconds, your fingertips bumped up against the edge. Unlocking it without looking, you finally cracked an eye open, pulling away from the cabinet just enough to catch a glimpse of your screen.

A second later, two more texts popped onto the screen.

You let out a snort of laughter as you read the messages. You’d almost forgot. One of your neighbors had recommended him, saying that a friend of a friend was pretty handy with fixing things, and would probably do it for a small fee. You’d hesitated at first, but thinking about how much money a handyman would be had swayed you over.

Glancing down at your dog, Darcy, you hummed softly. “If you’re extra nice, maybe he won’t charge us.”

You ran a hand over your face as you headed through the kitchen and to the front door. You hadn’t heard any knocking, so you assumed he was right in that he was at the wrong house. Opening up the door, you peered through the screen. It took a few seconds, but you spotted a guy slowly wandering down the sidewalk, eyes glued to his phone with a toolbox in his free hand. Every few seconds he would glance up, frown, and then look back to his phone. You figured that it was him, but you didn’t say anything. It was the safe thing to do, to not yell at random men from your house.

And besides, he was cute.

Your gaze slipped over him as he walked. Short hair, strong shoulders. Despite the distance, you could tell that he was handsome. A few more steps and he was one house down. Finally, you decided to put him out of his misery.

His head jerked up as he looked around, his gaze eventually settling on you. You quirked a brow at him and he held up his phone in question. You nodded, motioning for him to come inside. A grin stretched across his lips and something in your chest twisted.

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh no, he was really cute.

Very cute.

Handsome.

Shit.

You swallowed and mustered up a grin as he started up the steps. Darcy started barking, excited at the prospect of meeting literally anyone. You unlocked the screen door and took a few steps back, hooking your fingers through her collar to make sure she didn’t take a running leap at him.

“It’s open,” you called as he reached the door. Darcy barked, tugging forward in Joaquin’s direction. “Sorry about her, she’s just really friendly.”

Joaquin was already kneeling down, setting his toolbox down beside him. “It’s fine, I love dogs. You can let her go.” He paused. “If that’s okay?”

You shrug as you let her go. Darcy shot forward, leaping towards him with an excited bark. She was all over him, unable to decide whether jumping or nuzzling was the way to go. You straightened up, your heart already doing triple time at the sight.

“So,” he started, taking his eyes off of Darcy for a second to look up at you. “Your AC is acting up?”

You nodded. “I have no clue what’s going on with it, but it won’t work. Thank you so much for coming to check it out.”

“Oh, no problem at all,” he said, rubbing Darcy’s ears. Her tail wagged furiously. “Especially for a pretty girl.” Red crept up from his neck to his ears, flushing his face in a way that made him even more attractive. He ducked his head, bashful, as he focused solely on Darcy. “So what’s her name?” The sentence came out fast, like one long word.

“Oh, um, it’s Darcy.” Words were hard to form when the phrase ‘pretty girl’ was echoing around your brain.

“Like the author?” He lifted his head as he asked, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I had to read a lot of her stuff in high school. Pride and Prejudice was always my favorite.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grinned. “You read a lot?”

You shrugged. “Well, I am a high school English teacher.”

Joaquin laughed and nodded his head. “So you read a hell of a lot, then?” His grin settled more into a smile as he -- somewhat unsubtly -- looked you up and down. A beat of silence, and then: “So, you wanna show me the unit?” He grabbed his toolbox and stood up, arching his back a little as he tried to stretch it out from being crouched down.

“Sure,” you said as you started up the stairs. It was quiet as the two of you walked.

“So when did it stop working?” Joaquin asked, breaking the silence.

“The other day. It just started to sputter a little bit and then quit after a few seconds.” You opened up the door and motioned him inside. The AC was still in the window, still mocking you as it sat in the hot, unmoving air.

“And it hasn’t started up since?”

“Nope. I’ve been dying of heatstroke since Wednesday.”

“Makes sense,” he said as he began to shrug off his jacket. The black t-shirt underneath fit him well.

A little too well, if you were being honest.

He stepped over to the unit and began to lift the window up, as though he were planning to get it out by himself when it was clearly a two-person job.

“You need help?” You asked, already moving towards him.

“I’ve got it, I’m strong,” he said, waving you away. You went to argue with him, but he was already wrapping his arms around the thing. With his attention focused on lifting the unit out of the window, you were free to watch as his muscles strained. What was a two-person job for you was easily a one-person job for him. He took his time in setting it on the ground, guiding it down gently. He pressed his lips together as he sat down on the ground and reached for his toolbox. He looked up to where you were still standing.

“Oh, did you want me to -- I can head downstairs? So I don’t bother you?” You took a step back, but paused as he shrugged.

“Or you could stay up here. I wouldn’t mind the company.”

Your stomach flipped. You stepped inside and took a seat on the ground a few feet away from him, making it a little harder for Darcy to investigate what he was doing. That was it. You were there to keep Darcy away. But as you sat there, you realized that you had no clue what to talk about? What was he into?

It was quiet for a few seconds before he asked what your favorite movie was. And suddenly, the two of you were off. Time passed quickly as you spoke, moving from favorite movies to books to exchanging family stories. You learned that he was in the military, and traveled often. You’d asked what he did, and he just shrugged his shoulders, looking from the AC unit to you, and smirked.

“Stuff.”

“Like top-secret stuff?”

“Oh yeah,” he’d said, holding the smirk for another second before laughing. The corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed.

You liked it.

Despite it feeling as though no time at all had passed, he announced the culprit -- a bad wire -- and it seemed like once he’d figured it out, he was done. But when you glanced at the time on your phone, your eyes widened. Two hours had gone by.

You shifted your gaze over to the window as Joaquin straightened up and tried out the AC unit. It worked like a charm. He nodded and gave the unit a little pat, as though silently congratulating it for working once more.

“So how much do I owe you?” You asked as he turned to face you.

“Nothing, that was easy.”

“That was two hours, I have to give you something.”

He shook his head. “Your company was enough.”

“Come on, let me--”

“Y/N,” he said, taking a step forward. “Your company was worth it, I’m not accepting your money.” He pressed his lips together, looking as though he wanted to say something more when his phone went off. He glanced down at it and sighed. “One sec?” He asked, already swiping to answer the call. “Hey Mom, yeah I -- yeah. Yeah, yes. I can pick that up. You want me to snag one for Grandma, too? No, I just finished fixing up the AC, I -- She’s -- Mom.” You couldn’t tell what was being said, but his cheeks were starting to flush. You could hear laughter on the other end of the line. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you in a bit.”

You raised a brow. “Your mom?”

“Yeah, she wants me to stop by the store on my way to visit her.” He glanced from you to Darcy and sighed. “I should probably be on my way out.”

Disappointment made itself at home in your chest. “Right, yeah,” you said, heading towards the door. The two of you made your way down the stairs, Darcy following happily behind. When you reached the first floor, you went to lean against the couch. Joaquin had his hands in his jacket pockets as he made it a few steps after you. He stood there, shifting his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other.

“Thank you, seriously. I cannot thank you enough for fixing that,” you said.

He shook his head and grinned softly. “It was no problem, Y/N.” He took a few steps towards the door before turning back to look at you. “I’ll see you around?”

You returned his grin with one of your own. “You’ve got my number.”

His grin grew even wider before he turned and headed out the door. Darcy trotted over to the door after it closed, her eyes tracking his every move as he headed towards the sidewalk. You watched for another second before calling Darcy away from the door. A minute and one treat later, the two of you were cuddled up on the couch. Idly, you switched tabs from Facebook to Tumblr, trying your hardest to avoid thinking about the last couple of hours before you heard your phone go off. Thumbing into your messages, your face instantly lit up.

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Two months later, you found yourself walking towards a small, hole-in-the-wall bar tucked into a sidestreet. Joaquin’s hand on the small of your back as you walked, you trying not to laugh as he gave you what felt like a rundown before one of his missions.

“Just… ignore them if they try to embarrass me, okay? I’m much cooler than whatever they say.”

You laughed. “Are you, though? Are you really?”

“Hey,” he said, giving you an indignant look as he held the door open for you. You stepped inside, taking note of how warm it was inside. People crowded around tables, the low hum of voices occasionally getting louder when the television in the corner showed someone making a basket. Joaquin tapped your shoulder, nodding to the right. “I am very cool, I’ll have you know. Just last week, I –”

“Hey, Torres!” A voice called from a back booth. Joaquin sighed as he stepped in front of you and lead you towards the booth. “Weren’t you the one to say, ‘be there at seven and don’t be late, I really like this girl?’ And you’re what, thirty minutes late?”

“Thirty-two minutes late, by my count,” another voice chimes in as the two of you get closer. You’re already grinning as you note how Joaquin ducked his head.

You lean forward, just close enough so he’ll be able to hear you. “You really like this girl, huh?”

It was difficult to hear his response with his back turned to you, but you watched as his shoulders slumped and caught what sounded like a “not you too.” You tilted your head back and laughed, bright and airy, as you approached the table. Your eyes settled on the two men crowded into the booth, your laugh cutting off as recognition settled in.

He hadn’t said that they were these friends.

“Y/N, we’ve heard a lot about you. Like a lot about you.”

He’d only ever talked about work in the abstract, which made sense. It wasn’t like he could go on, telling you all the details about whatever mission he was on. But he’d spoken of coworkers and even one that had become a friend. But he’d never mentioned names, or the context of things, or…

“Honestly, the kid doesn’t shut up about you.”

Or the fact that they were literal Avengers.

Joaquin groaned. “Can you two—”

Sam Wilson settled back into his seat and grinned as he motioned for you to sit down. “I’m Sam, this is Bucky. It’s good to finally meet you.”