#some of you guys really do make me all mushy gushy inside

[mochalottie]

hiiii lottie, this is not a question and i honestly have no idea where this is going, but there's too much things i need to say soooo let's start with a massive, gigantic THANK YOU! the way you managed to write chapters averaging +10k words each EVERY SINGLE WEEK for TWENTY. NINE. FUCKING. WEEKS!!! this is monumental work you did on your free time and i'll never be grateful enough for all the efforts you put in it.

there is something about the way you write, idk if it's about your descriptions or the way you handle your characters and their voices, but i think i'm simply in love with your style! i had read all your avatar works before ftnadol, and i'm so glad i was able to read this one since the first chapter. the journey has been one of a kind, a wild ride unlike any other, and to tell you how deeply invested i became, just know i usually rarely take time to comment on fanfics. shame on me i know, but i'm too shy and never know what to say but idk what happened with this fic, i guess it broke something in me. it took me three chapters to leave the tiniest comment and then i was writing whole-ass essays???? i don't even know myself how that happened but goood, i think i needed to somehow process all the thoughts and feelings and emotions your writing gave me. and now it's so much easier to leave comments on other fics and it provides me so much joy and pleasure to know that writers know how much i enjoy and care for their works, so i guess i must thank you for that as well 💖

i think i told you already but your little story became a whole part of my routine, i had my monday night ritual reading the new chapter, screaming in my pillow and then again in your comments. i was looking forward to come back to this universe every week, thinking about those characters at random times throughout the week, wondering what would happen to them next and coming up with my own little theories. they were not always correct (malachy socorro, you will alway be remembered </3) but this kept reminding me the power held by fanfiction, stories, and art as a whole. i cannot fathom how some people manage to live their lives without being deeply involved in fandoms and engaging with cultural medias, and i'm so sorry they'll never get to experience the sorrows and joys it provides!

now that's been said, back to ftnadol! where to even begin? the whole concept of this alternative universe is a banger sort of idea! i mean, sorry, but eywa-blessed spider in a world where every single human was sent back to earth?!?!?! goooosh it feels just like yesterday that jake was finding baby spider in hell's gate, and look where we are now! so much has happened, those characters went to hell and back, and most essentially they've grown so so much!! baby spider and baby neteyam growing up as brothers since day one was not something i thought i needed, but you've crafted such a wonderful relationship, you wrote such a beautiful take on brotherhood and love and acceptance. i shed so many tears on this fic and just to think of their bond is making me emotional again.

every character was written so amazingly well: jake with all his humanity and stubborness, neytiri so fierce and caring, mo'at is an absolute icon, even the way you explored quaritch. his character is so complex, a much crueler version of him whose end was very satisfying. the whole expansion you made on na'vi culture and the connection between clans. tsireya, ao'nung, rotxo, even tonowari and ronal, they were not featured much but you managed to bring something fresh and new to them, fitting the twists of this story. i could say the same with tuk and kiri, i wish we'd had more of them but every time they were in a scene, they were an absolute delight and i can't wait to have more of them in the sequel. lo'ak, gosh i could say so many things about him, he is the character who touched me the most in atwow and every little additions you made to his character made me love him a little more. since spider is his big bro and not just his best friend, it changes so many things about his character. you gave us a much more mature version of him and i'm so proud of the journey he went through. now one of the biggest surprises i would say is neteyam! he didn't particularly stuck with me in canon, surely because his character is less present than the other kids and jc made a totally unnecessary decision that destroyed me. but fanon made me change my mind, and this fic played a big part in it. again it's so hard to speak of this neteyam without bringing up spider, and to see his character so impacted by the loss of his brother, with so much anger and frustration and sadness and hurt, god it was so devastating and heartbreaking. which leads us to the one and only spider!!!! our little guy, who's been through so much and yet remains that sweet kid who manages to see the goodness in people. he wormed his way in people's hearts, got a loving family and caring friends, and was ready to do everything in his power to protect them. he cares so much for his people and for his world, and life has been so hard on him but he proved everyone he deserved to be here and he's worthy!

honourary mention for the way you depicted the na'vi relationship with animals. payakan, the discovery of tsuraks and ilus, THE IKRANS. but most important of them all, my guy GUY <333 i miss him so much, and his bond with spider was the most wholesome thing. they were not able to communicate like others can and yet we saw how the trust between them grew through care to become this beautiful companionship. my life will not be complete until i see them reuniting and be one again

and last but no least, malachy! don't worry i didn't forget about him—how could i? this is just another proof of how good your writing is; you made me care so much about some original character whose foundations had everything to make me hate him. but you gave him an insane backstory, compassion and mercy, a brain, and this exceptional change of heart. i remember you wondering if we were interested in reading from his pov, and already then i wanted a more nuanced stance within the rda. you gave us everything i wanted and more with this character. he went through his own fulfilling journey and i know there's still so much more to learn about him, and he still have so much to learn from pandora, and i'm so glad he made it out alive thus far!

another massive thank you for you, lottie. i wish i could reach through my screen and give you a hug for everything you gave us with this story. your talent is boundless, you made these characters feel so real and i couldn't be happier that you decided to write this sequel because i don't want this story to end just yet. i'm not ready to say goodbye to them so i'm very excited to see where this next ride will take us <333333

Babes, bestie THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR AMAZING COMMENTS!

I'm stunned my work got you to come out of your commenting shell because your essays were literally one of the comments I looked forward to each chapter. And that you have a routine stop you're gonna make me sob-- TT_TT

I literally don't know what I can say that will say thank you for your words and love for this story so just please take my love and hugs and everything else babes.

And thank you for loving Malachy!! I'm glad he's been accepted by readers because it was a bit nerve wracking to create a character like his.

Thank you my love, one hundred times thank you

<333

[nickitxrres]

Jemma's Room

where Nicki and Jemma gossip and have girl time! @ijemmaokafor

Nicki Torres

-bounds up to Jemma's door and gives it a shave and a haircut knock-

Ijemma Okafor

-calling out blindly as she finished reading a sentence- Come in! -finally looks to see who it is- Nicki! What a nice surprise, what can I do for ya?

Nicki Torres

-Nicki waits for the invitation before strolling on it- Nice surprise? I think that might be a first. I'm just stuck wandering around town and wanted to see if you were free for some chit chat. I know you're busy being the super badass that you are.

Ijemma Okafor

-snorting in laughter- oh yeah, super badass with my various checklists. I’m down for a chat, though. You going stir crazy or something?

Nicki Torres

Dios, si. -Nicki dramatically steps further into the room- I do not do well with no action. I need excitement. But that's not why I'm here. -she stops to lean against one of the walls- I want to talk about you and Ike. So....how did it happen? I could ask him but he's a guy and never gives all the good details. Tell me everything.

Ijemma Okafor

-giving Nicki a skeptical look- The sex part of the lovey dovey part?

Nicki Torres

Either or. Or both, if you want to share.

Ijemma Okafor

You…would wanna know about that? I know you and Ike have a special sort of relationship too.

Nicki Torres

Yes, I do. Ike and I are fun friends. Love him to death, but what you and Ike have is so sweet and adorable and honestly, I love it. You're good. He needs good, even though he doesn't think he does. So I wanna know! How absolutely mushy gushy was he? Was it like those romance movies? Was it rot your teeth out because it's that sweet sweet?

Ijemma Okafor

-she curled in on herself in delight- It was such a romcom miscommunication moment. He was trying to profess his feelings and I was completely lost. And then when it hit me what he was saying…god, I got all the butterflies. I never thought…I never thought he’d be able to get there, y’know?

Nicki Torres

Oh trust me, I know exactly what you mean. -she was happy - beyond happy for the two of them- For being such a big mouth with no filter, the man struggles with expressing his feelings. If he ever does something stupid, you let me know and I'll go hit him over the head for you. I refuse to let him self-sabotage this because I know how much he loves you and cares about you.

Ijemma Okafor

To be honest, I’ll hit him over the head. I think he’d be disappointed if I did any less. But I appreciate having back-up. Same goes for me, by the way. I don’t get the whole raider camaraderie—I mean, I get it, but it’s not something an outsider can really understand. Still, I respect the hell out of it. And I know it’s a little more free-form, between you and him. But I like that he’s got folks looking out for him in places I can’t be. So thank you for that.

Nicki Torres

Of course. Once he's cleared and everything I'll make extra sure he doesn't do anything stupid. He's coming back every time, I can promise you that. I'm not letting him do anything dumb, and neither with Orion and Ares. We've got his back.

Ijemma Okafor

Aw hun, don’t make that kinda promise. That’s too much to ask of anyone. Just look after each other like you already do.

Nicki Torres

Too late. Already made the promise. Can't take it back. And before you two were a thing I already forbade him from doing anything that could put his life in jeopardy. He's not allowed to go anywhere. -she chews a little bit on the inside of her cheek- I know you probably already are but......you're looking out for him while he's here, right?

Ijemma Okafor

As much as he lets me -she gave her a knowing look—both women knew how Ike could be- That’s part of why we work as well as we do, I think. Listening when the other says to leave something be. But he’s the most important person in the world to me…part of me always has an eye on him.

Nicki Torres

Good, good....so in that case.....have you noticed that there's something off about him? Like.....I don't know, he's missing some of that Ike flair?

Ijemma Okafor

-sighing heavily- Yep. I can get him back to himself if we spend a few hours together just relaxing or goofing off. But the rest of the time, he’s a little…I dunno, desaturated.

Nicki Torres

Oh thank God, it's not just me. -she pushes off the wall and starts to pace in place- There's something bugging him and I don't know what and he insists that he's fine but I know he's not fine. I've seen fine. This is not fine. He came over and he was tired and exhausted and then he said something that set off smoke signals but he shrugged it off and it's been bugging me ever since.

Ijemma Okafor

Smoke signals? What did he say?

Nicki Torres

He said I wasn't allowed to be anything but a raider, which, I mean, isn't all that weird, but then he said something about getting older and feeling it and....I don't know, maybe I'm reading into it too much. It just seems like he's holding something back.

Ijemma Okafor

The scalp injury really threw him for a loop. And it’s getting colder, I know everyone’s bones are aching more. I’d put money on an age-related existential crisis. The bit about you only being allowed to be a raider…that’s weird. Was there more context to it?

Nicki Torres

No, he just said, -she pauses to mimic Ike's voice- Don't go off to be a hunter or security. Ya got to stay a raider. -she returns back to her normal voice- See what I mean? That's just weird. There's something not right.

Ijemma Okafor

-quiet, as she thinks about what it might mean- Might be his version of “don’t leave me.” He’s protective of you raiders. Maybe even possessive. And part of him probably knows that’s not the best way to be. But he can’t help it.

Nicki Torres

-she takes a breath as she stops her pacing- You're probably right. I don't know. I just don't know why he would think I would ever leave the raiders. I've never shown any interest in doing anything else. Where he goes, I go. But there's just something bugging me about it and I can't put my finger on it

Ijemma Okafor

Well asking him outright rarely works, so in lieu of that, we’ll both just keep an eye on him. You think he’s said anything similar to Orion or Ares?

Nicki Torres

Ares, probably not. There's a whole thing with him and Ares that I'll let him explain. Orion, possibly. I haven't really spoken to him about that, but it wouldn't surprise me if Orion's noticed something too. Orion and Ike are pretty close too.

Ijemma Okafor

They’re an interesting pair. I like that they have each other though. I was worried about Orion when he first got here. But he does okay. You raiders are like the Island of Misfit Toys.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki smiles as she puts her hand over her heart- Aww, that's so sweet. And incredibly accurate.

Ijemma Okafor

I am nothing if not a huge sap.

Nicki Torres

I love it. It's perfect. Ike needs that sappiness. Pleae, please, please give him all of the sap.

Ijemma Okafor

Always. I don’t know where else to put it. And he gets all glowy when I pile it on. Nothing beats Ike blushing.

Nicki Torres

You get him to blush? Oh, now I'm incredibly jealous. You'll have to do that when I'm around at some point. I have spent years trying to get that man to blush and all I get is laughter and quippy comebacks.

Ijemma Okafor

Nah, you gotta get him when he’s already feeling kinda soft.

Nicki Torres

See, I rarely get to see him when he's soft. He saves all that soft for you, Jemma.

Ijemma Okafor

-suddenly feeling a little guilty- I don’t know why…but I savor every last bit of it, I promise that much.

Nicki Torres

Because he loves you, Jemma. That's why. He gets to be vulnerable with you. You're his safe place. The bright spot in his dark place. You put him back together.

Ijemma Okafor

I do love him. He’s got so many people that love him though…I don’t know why he picked me to be vulnerable with. I fucking cherish it, believe me. But I’m still not sure I understand it.

Nicki Torres

Because you love him and he wants you to know that he trusts you completely. It's hard to explain but when you come with the emotional baggage that someone like he has, being able to show your belly to something that could easily get you is a huge sign of their trust.

Ijemma Okafor

Oh believe me, I know. And hell, I did the same thing with him. I try to stay pretty even keeled, and I was lucky to be raised without a shit ton of trauma. But if he wanted to, Ike could tear my heart to shreds. Not that I think he’s capable of it. I just…I’ve gone all the way in with him, y’know?

Nicki Torres

All the way in? -She blinks a few times- What do you mean?

Ijemma Okafor

In love, I mean. Handed my whole heart over, jumped in the deep end…pick your metaphor, my sappy ass did it.

Nicki Torres

Oh .... Oooohhhh. -it dawns on her after a moment- he's your person! That's sweet..... what's that like?

Ijemma Okafor

Being in love? It’s like…having a home outside yourself. I don’t know, thousands of years of poets and artists have tried to pin it down, I’m probably not gonna manage it right now. Have you never been in love?

Nicki Torres

Ahhh, yeah, no not really. Not until lately and it's so weird and new that trying to make sure I'm not fucking it up l.

Ijemma Okafor

Good news is, you can't fuck it up. The love part, anyway. I guess you can fuck up a relationship, but the being in love part, that's just...cosmic or chemical or whatever your version of god is.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki ponders on those for a moment - so when I'm with Aries and I can't stop smiling and I feel safe and happy with him, that's being in love?

Ijemma Okafor

-eyes widening- Ares? Oh for real??

Nicki Torres

Yes, Ares. He's.....well, he's sweet.

Ijemma Okafor

-bouncing excitedly as she shifts on the bed- I’ve gathered as much. I wasn’t sure about him at first, what with the group he was part of before. But he seems like a softie deep down.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki is aware and also knows about Ike needing to bring something up more about it with the council but she keeps silent on that matter - He's a good man. He's made mistakes like everyone here. And he saved my ass a few weeks ago. But he's also kind and caring and sweet and....well, I love him.

Ijemma Okafor

-taking both of Nicki’s hands in hers- Oh honey, that’s just the best news I’ve heard all day. The way love keeps cropping up, no matter how messy the world gets. Does he know how you feel?

Nicki Torres

-Nicki laughs a bit and nods- Sí, he told me he loved me too the night of prom. And he technically said it first, which probably helped.

Ijemma Okafor

How’d he say it, how’d it happen?? I wanna know everything.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki laughs as she's shaking her head- We went back to my place to sneak away and were having sex and he blurted it out.

Ijemma Okafor

-downright giggling- That’s so fucking cute. Did it freak you out?

Nicki Torres

A little bit, yeah. I had to ask to make sure he meant it and wasn't just saying it because we were screwing. I don't think he realized he said it until I asked him about it.

Ijemma Okafor

Did he freak out once you pointed it out to him?

Nicki Torres

I think he panicked for a minute. He has this adorable face he makes when he freaks out.

Ijemma Okafor

Those sparkly blue eyes of his get ginormous, huh?

Nicki Torres

Oh yeah, like giant blue saucers.

Ijemma Okafor

Adorable. So adorable. Are you guys…an item? Or just kinda keeping it casual?

Nicki Torres

Ahhh..... -Nicki makes a face as she rocks her head from side to side- Yes and no? We're a thing but also open for other partners. I know, it sounds weird, but it oddly makes sense. At least to me.

Ijemma Okafor

It doesn’t sound weird, that’s how me and Ike are. Maybe Ike more so than me—-laughing-Ike’s about all I can handle.

Nicki Torres

Ike is a lot, I will give you that. But that's what makes him endearing and fun.

Ijemma Okafor

I wouldn’t have him any other way.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki hummed her approval and nodded- I have probably overstayed my welcome and let you get back to....whatever you were doing. If he says anything concerning, can you let me know?

Ijemma Okafor

You're always welcome here Nicki, can't overstay it. But I'll keep you posted. -she pulls her into a crushing hug-

Nicki Torres

See, you say that, Jemma, but you'll be changing your mind when I come crashing . -she grunts as Jemma squeezes her but laughs as she hugs her back- I appreciate you. And I'm happy for you and Ike. I really am.

Ijemma Okafor

I'm happy for you and Ares.

Nicki Torres

Gracias, Jemma. -she kisses her cheek before strutting out the door-

[qillmhi]

So I'm like... Never a fan of the 'Imma kill my bros for u' kind of scenario especially since I very much love all the turtle bros, so here's my version of an obsessive lover 2012 Mikey!

🖤🧡🐢

Dark!2012!Mikey x Reader

-Michelangelo is the youngest out of the four turtle brothers, so he was easily the most childish and energetic one, much to his older brothers' annoyance.

-He was loud yet small. Just a few inches shorter than you. A social butterfly, but can be oblivious to most things.

-Mikey may not be the smartest turtle, but he does have own way of getting what he wants.

-And he has his eyes dead set on you.

-When he first realised his crush on you, he openly welcomed it with zero resistance. It felt great being in love so why should he deny it?

-He loves expressing himself so there was little to no filter when he's showing you his love.

-"(y/n)~!!!!" Mikey threw his arms around you "I missed you so much!!!!!" He cried in excitement rubbing his cheek on yours.

-You laughed at the youngest turtle and placed your hand on his head "Mikey! I just went for a glass of water!"

-"Yeah! But you took sooooo long so I still missed you!"

-He would be all over you. Wherever you go, Mikey is expected to be following close behind.

-Sometimes without your knowledge.

-Whenever his brothers weren't looking, he would slip by to your apartment to watch you sleep.

-But he did it to make sure you're safe! Don't worry!

-He would always be the first one to tackle you as soon as your foot entered the lair. Then proceed to trap you in a cuddling session with him for hours before anyone could get to you.

-"Oof--!"

-"Dibs on (y/n)!!!!"

-"Ow--Mikey!!" You groaned in protest.

-"No time to talk dudette! Look--" He held up a glowing flower watch "--it's hug time!"

-You squinted your eyes at the familiar looking gadget "Did you force Donnie to make you that hug-watch thing from the Trolls movie?"

-"Maybe~!" Mikey avoided your eyes "So hug time...?"

-Physical contact is his love langauge! Mikey's insides would be all mushy and gushy if you respond to them even the slightest bit. And if you return the favor? This little boy will melt into your arms!

-When you do ask him to let you go, he would just simply say "Nope!" popping the 'p' then proceed to tuck himself below your chin.

-"Awwh come on!!"

-Everytime he feels your soft hands scratching his shell, he immediately starts churring in delight. You thought it was cute, so you'd pat him in the head which made him even more happy!

-He can't help it! Mikey is just obsessed with how soft and plush you feel against his skin! He would definitely glue himself on you if you'd allow him to.

-"You are so squishy~!" Mikey mumbled against your shoulder while hugs you from behind for the nth time today.

-You flicked his forehead earning yourself a small 'ow' "And you are a big baby."

-You didn't mind his clinginess thankfully. It was just Mikey being cute as always. For real how can you resist this baby?

-He's loves it when you give your full attention to him. But if you're talking to someone else, he would just simply have an arm over your shoulders. Silently brooding towards the intruder, giving them a silent warning.

-If the boy isn't hugging you or initiating some kind of physical contact with you, he would be content holding the hem of your shirt or any kind of clothing you own (he may or may not have kept a few in his room that he may or may not have been using as a pillowcase to cuddle). Something that became a norm whenever he's at your apartment and you preparing both of your meals.

-Damn he loves your food! It was then only food he worships other than pizza! He especially loves watching you cook. Like an angel preparing to give him heaven.

-Speaking of Heaven.

-This orange fluff have TONS of pictures of you saved in his phone. If you ever made the mistake of sleeping in the lair, this guy is just snapping pictures of you in every possible angle. Sideways? Upside down? Close up? Bird's eye view? They all made you look perfect!

-His wallpaper is a selfie of you and him enjoying your home made chocolate icecream pizza that you made just for him. Aren't you just the sweetest? He considers that as your first date even though you two aren't official.... yet.

-I mean you made that treat just for him so it must mean that you return his feelings right?

-As time went by, his little crush for you grew into something more.

-You were starting to see his brothers and your other friends a little less and him and little more.

-It was just Mikey. Only Mikey.

-Just the way he likes it

-Everyday you'd wake up and find him cuddled up to you. When you ask him what he's doing he would just look up at you with his innocent baby blue eyes and say "But cupcake! I'm cold and you're suuuuper comfy~!" Cue those puppy dog eyes and you're 100% powerless.

-He would bring you all sorts of goodies like food, favourite drinks, movies, videogames--anything he could carry just for you!

You couldn't say that you didn't like the attention. Mikey is just so sweet especially whenever he brings little trinkets saying "They reminded me of you!" With that adorable freckled smile of his! It just makes you blush every time.

His innocent sweet smile just melts through your heart!

His brothers thought it was weird when he's always out and about after training and patrolling. But hey! The lair is a lot more quiet and Donnie doesn't have to worry about his stuff being broken anymore. Besides they knew you, you were a great friend so they trust you.

After a while you started to miss your friends. Having Mikey around was fun but you wanted to see what the other guys are up to these days.

One day you decided to visit everyone in the lair with pizza and had a great time chatting and playing with the turtle brothers. Oddly enough Mikey wasn't there.

But he was. Mikey was there. Hidden in the dark corners of the lair. Not even his brothers noticed him. His smile was gone. His eyes were dark as he kept himself one with the shadows, silent as a ghost.

He didn't like the way you were smiling with other people. Of course he was fine with letting you talk to his brothers sometimes, but still there were some boundaries to be made.

"Mine..." Michelangelo silently growls.

Although he doesn't favor this image of you with other people, he does take pride in the way your eyes would flicker to his bedroom door every now and then. Good. Very good.

Finally it was time for you to go. He immediately left. Time to take action.

When you got home you saw your favorite orange turtle curled up on the floor sobbing. Your heartached at the sight of the big crocodile tears falling from his face.

-You dropped down on your knees and asked him what was wrong.

-"I was waiting for you here all day b-but you didn't come home... you left me.." He cried miserably "I-I understand... if you don't want to h-hang out with me anymore... no one really wants to. I p-promise won't bother you anymore.." Mikey sniffed then left before you can get a word out.

-That was three days ago and you haven't seen Mikey since. He stopped visiting, stopped replying to your calls or texts. He was just gone.

-You realized just how much you loved having the small orange ninja around. Your home became cold and lonely. You started to miss him terribly.

-You went back to the lair, ignoring the others as you went straight for Mikey's room and knocked on his door.

-Mikey opened the door for just a crack. His eyes were red from crying. He looked absolutely miserable, but you pushed the door open and pulled him into a hug.

-You apologized to Mikey. You told him that it wasn't your intention to make him sad or feel neglected. That you loved having him around you.

-Mikey hugged you back of course. He closed his bedroom door to give you both privacy while you continued to hold him tight.

-He nuzzled his snout on your chest and told you he missed you too.

-Your soul ached when his shoulders started to shake. You placed your cheek on his head with your hand on his shell to calm your crying turtle.

-Except he wasn't.

-Mikey's smile was as wide as it could ever be. His eyes held a victorious sinister glow as he felt his entire body shake from excitement when he as in your addicting scent.

-Mikey was a good liar.

-He didn't mean to make you this sad. But he had to in order to make you come to him.

-And believe me when I say those three days of not seeing you was torture to him. Sure he had a folder full of your pictures saved on his phone (and his cuddle pillow) but it just can't compare to the real thing.

-But it was worth it though.

-He already had you right where he wanted you. He just needs to give you a little more push for you to confess your love for him and you two will be happy together forever!

-He knew he couldn't keep you to himself. You would surely retaliate if he forces you.

-But that doesn't mean he can't push you into making you claim him as yours instead.

-Oh how it feels so good to be in your love and care again!

-Mikey started churring as he pulled you even closer.

-Yeah Mikey definitely wasn't the smartest.

-But he's definitely the most cunning.

-And he would do anything to have you.

[sunmoonandeddie]

feelings are fatal (24/24)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader

word count: 1,137

summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

chapter warnings: swearing, violence, funeral

masterlist

a/n: Damn. So this is it, the end of FAF. So many of you have stuck with me through when this fic started (literally almost exactly two years ago) and have been waiting for me to get the motivation to finish it. This is the fic that first got people to notice me, to give my writing a chance. I love you guys so, so much. Thanks for being on this journey with me. I hope I lived up to your expectations.

“Jamie!” You called out as you hung up another shirt, looking around the room. The coat of paint you’d slathered on the walls the day before looked good. Really good.

You two had decided to do most of the decorating yourselves, instead of hiring a company. You wanted your home to be entirely you and your family. Bucky and you had ‘bought’ the Stark family cabin off of Pepper, wanting to make it your permanent home. But Pepper never stayed there, finding it too difficult with all the memories she had of Tony there. She didn’t want to drown in the sorrow of losing her husband.

“Yes, malen’kaya?” He called out as he carried in another few boxes. “Are you okay?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his concern, even though you had been completely safe and sound in the cabin.

Especially considering the new state of the art security system.

“I’m okay,” you insisted as he appeared in the doorway, setting the boxes off to the side. “It’s just been at least thirty minutes since you last kissed me.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, even though the pink that dusted his cheeks said he was anything but put out by your neediness for his affections. “Oh, yeah? What do I get if I give you kisses?”

You’d be lying if you said you hated how mushy gushy of a couple you two were.

But in all honesty, it was addicting. Being so affectionate and loving with each other even after two years felt like a feat. People kept telling you that you’d come out of the honeymoon phase eventually (everyone except your little makeshift family, of course) and you just kept proving them wrong.

The honeymoon phase never ended if you didn’t let it.

Sure, you two had little disagreements every once in a while. You were both human. But you weren’t having big blowout fights like people made it sound would happen.

“Well… I’ll do that thing you’ve been wanting to try,” you said, letting your voice drop to be deep and sultry as you took a few steps closer to him. You let your fingers trail up your chest as you bit your lip, slowly looking him up and down.

You knew just how to play your boyfriend, how to get him hot and needy for him.

Not that it took much.

Sometimes you just looked at him or asked him if he wanted chocolate chips in his pancakes or not, and he was ready to jump you.

Not that you minded at all.

Bucky’s brows slowly moved closer to his hairline. “You mean… the thing… Number seventy-two?” He asked quietly, his hands moving to your hips.

“Number seventy-two,” you said with a definitive nod.

He brought you in for a deep, earth-shattering kiss. “Don’t mind if I do,” he growled against your lips. “That damn list was the best idea we’ve ever fucking had.”

Ah, yes. The list. The list of things you two wanted to try in bed that you’d compiled and kept adding to.

There’d been some definite winners, including semi-public sex and roleplaying (turns out Bucky really enjoyed playing dress up with you.) But there’d also been some definite losers, such as cockwarming (though that had only failed because James Buchanan Barnes did not have the willpower to have his cock inside of you and not move.)

“But… There was something else I wanted to talk to you about,” he said softly as he kissed down your neck. “Something important…”

A moan fell from your lips as you let your head fall back. “Mmm… Are you wanting to talk about the fact that you’re very happy to see me?” You asked teasingly as you felt something hard—most likely an erection—pressed against your thigh. You were already reaching to yank off his shirt.

“Not quite… though maybe after,” he said softly, pulling back. He looked… tense.

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly as you cupped his face. “Baby, what’s wrong? Talk to me…”

“There’s nothing wrong. I’m just nervous,” he said quietly, letting out a weak laugh.

Your head tilted to the side. “Nervous? Jamie, you know you never have to be nervous with me…”

Your heart stopped inside your chest as you watched him sink to the floor on one knee, reaching into his pocket. “Malen’kaya,” he whispered as he looked up at you with sparkling blue eyes. “You know how much I love you. Or at least, I hope you do considering how often I tell you… how often I try my best to show you. And I’ve known that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you since we were on the run.” He couldn’t help but laugh. “You know, under different circumstances, us hopping from country to country could’ve been really romantic.”

“Maybe we’ll have to try it again,” you said with a snort, tears welling up in your eyes. “This time without me dating another man.”

“That does sound like a good plan,” he said, eyes bright. He slowly opened up the black velvet ring box, revealing a glistening diamond ring. “Will you—”

“YES!” You shouted, throwing yourself into his arms and kissing him over and over again. You knocked him over with the strength of your kisses, moaning as you straddled him. “Yes, yes, I will marry you.” Grinning against his lips, you blindly reached for the ring. “You wanna go right now? Find a little chapel? Or maybe straight to the courthouse. Just wanna be yours.”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss as he somehow managed to slip the ring onto your left ring finger, before intertwining your fingers and squeezing. “You know if we elope, Pepper and everyone else will throw a fit.”

“We don’t gotta tell them we’re already married. We can have a wedding and just pretend that we were patient enough to wait,” you insisted with a smirk, kissing down his neck as you worked at tugging his shirt off. “I just don’t wanna waste anymore time not being Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes.”

Your fiancé let out a deep moan at the thought, his head falling back as his vibranium hand squeezed your ass. “I didn’t know that a marriage kink was a thing, but I think we might need to add it to the list,” he said.

“I love you,” you murmured as you finally sunk onto his length, the diamond reflecting beautifully in the early winter sunlight streaming in through the windows.

“I love you, too, malen’kaya,” he said, lips trying to catch one of your nipples. He finally succeeded, giving it a teasing bite before he grinned up at you, laughter in his eyes. “Though… I do gotta ask. What the fuck is up with us fucking on the floor of this cabin?”

[yourmidnightlover]

niagara falls pt.2

TW: smut, titty sucking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (female receiving), multiple orgasms, and a bit of discussion about feelings and mushy gushy stuff

Summary - spencer uses this time to partially make up for his words to you, and you discuss your future with him.

WC - 3,838

you don’t rly need to read pt 1 to understand this... just know spencer’s making up for some things he said to you before you ran away to travel for a while.

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"you're still wearing my sweater," spencer said as he met your collarbone with his antics, pushing it slightly off your shoulder so he had more room to work.

"i uhh- i am wea-wearing your sweater," you huffed out, your hand trailing back to his neck so you could pull him to your lips.

you both moved with a fervent you weren't aware you had until now. his hands moved from your waist to your jaw, tracing every inch of your body to commit it to memory.

"it looks better on you," he said against your lips, his hands moving down your back to your thighs, lifting them so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

"spencer!" you giggled at his sudden eagerness as he walked the two of you over to the bed, gently laying you down.

you started to remove the sweater yourself, only for spencer to stop you with his hands covering yours at the hem of his shirt.

"let me... please," he said before you nodded. he slowly drug the fabric up and off your torso, you leaned up so you could throw it over your head. "i've wanted to see you like this for as long as i can remember," he hummed before connected your lips once again, his hands finding your now bare waist underneath him, admiring how the white lace contrasted with your skin.

"please, spencer," you begged as your hips began to buck up, looking for any source of friction.

"i'm taking my time, princess," he moved a strand of hair out of your face softly. "let me worship you like you deserve," he whispered, wanting to take this moment as slow as he could as to make sure it's real.

he began kissing down your neck again, sucking on your collarbone to surely leave any marks he could. his mouth trailed down your body, meeting the tops of your breasts. he reached his arms around you to make contact with the clasp, looking into your eyes for approval.

"is this what you want?"

"yes. i-i want this... so much," you announced, allowing him to unclasp your bra and connect his lips with your breast.

he kissed the top slowly, going all around one of them while his hand began gently massaging the other. his tongue traced your nipple before his lips wrapped around it, sucking lightly. your hands found his hair and shoulder as he kept up this pattern with alternating between each breast, massaging and kissing and sucking.

the room began to fill with your moans and angelic noises, spencer found himself wishing he would live in this beautiful moment forever. you tugged gently on his hair, eliciting a moan from him this time, the vibrations carrying through to your chest.

"oh my god, spence," you praised. "i-it feels so good," you began to feel the pit of pleasure building in your stomach, much to your surprise.

you had heard about women who could orgasm from nipple stimulation, but you had never had a partner who was even willing to try. now you were rather curious...

"d-don't stop. please, please, please don't stop!" you begged as his free hand began massaging the breast his lips were working on.

your back arched off the bed, your hands pulled spencer impossibly close to your body, wanting to feel every inch of him against you. you felt spencer smiling against your breast but you didn't even care, the wave of pleasure rushing over you and hitting you like a cyclone.

"spencer! yes! fuuckk!" you yelled, still coming down from your high as spencer lead you through it.

"wow, y/n," spencer awed as he made his way back up your body. "i didn't know you'd be able to do that," he said with a smug grin on his face.

"i didn't either," you huffed out. "i mean, i've never really tried, but i had no idea."

"i'm glad i'm the one that figured it out with you then," he relished. "i'm going to be entirely focused on you... and your pleasure today," spencer admitted.

"why?" you were baffled at the admission.

you had been with two other guys sexually, and you could say that neither of them had ever been so... generous as to let you be the focus of attention. let alone give you more than one orgasm.

"did you seriously just ask me why?" he questioned. "let's just think of this as the beginning of my apology," he smirked, looking into your eyes with both lust and endearment.

"am i one lucky lady or what?" you giggled, a small grin plastered on your face caused by the man in front of you. "but what if i want to... help you out?"

"oh believe me..." he chuckled. "you're more than helping me out by just laying there... looking how you look," he smiled, eyeing your body up and down.

"okayyy," you rolled your eyes. "whatever you say, genius."

"good. because that's how this is going to work right now," he said, his personality switching to that of a dominant one.

his hands trailed down to the waistband of your pants. you lifted your hips to help him take them off. when he noticed your choice of white lace underwear, he found himself wishing he hadn't taken your bra off.

"fuck, y/n," he sighed out, absolutely smitten with everything about you. "it's like you're trying to kill me." he announced before making his lips attach to your torso, trailing down.

you didn't know what he was doing at first. to you, he was just kissing your stomach. but then you realized that he was trailing down to your heat, you got nervous.

"y-you don't have to uhm... do that," you said, leaning up on your forearms to see him more clearly.

"you mean..." he placed his hands on your lace clad hips, you nodded. "princess, i've dreamt of how you'd taste on my tongue. i'm not missing out on that now," he practically demanded.

if you truly didn't want to do that, you knew spencer would stop. you just didn't want him to do something he didn't want.

"oh, uhm... okay," you agreed, rather eager of how this would feel for you.

"has nobody ever eaten you out before?" he questioned. you pursed your lips together and bit your bottom one before shaking your head no. "the guys you've been with must be absolutely insane. are you okay if i do that?" you nodded your head yes. "words, princess," he moved his hand to cup your face. "i need words."

"yes. yes it's okay if you... eatmeout," you blushed at the admission.

"thank god," he laughed before slowly pulling your panties down your legs and throwing them off the bed.

he spread your bent legs so he could place himself between them, his arms wrapped around your thighs and meeting back around your heat, spreading your pussy lips.

"fuuck... your pussy's so fucking pretty," he said, a finger trailing up your soaking slit. "and wet," he smirked.

your head leaned back as your body was still propped up on your forearms, a small moan leaving your mouth from the little contact he's made.

when your head tilted back up, he made eye contact with you as his tongue made a flat swipe up your pussy, collecting some of your juices.

"mmmm," you moaned, already enjoying the feeling of his tongue on your body.

"i could say the same, princess," he smiled widely. "you taste better than any meal i've had in ages," he admitted a with a grin before focusing on you again.

he pushed his tongue into your hole gently, tasting the inside of you, going in and out in a pattern before moving his tongue further up. he flicked it over your clit, over and over and over, your moans vibrating out into the room only spurring him on even more.

your hand found his hair, pushing him closer to your heat, your hips moving in a way to get more friction. he wrapped his lips around your clit before gently sucking it between his teeth, his tongue still moving back and forth over it.

"yes! just like that! yes!!" you exclaimed, your hand still pushing him closer to you.

he moved one of his hands from around your thighs and slowly entered a finger to your heat, sending your head flying back in pleasure.

"fuck!"

he began pushing his finger in and out of your pussy, curling them once they entered about two inches, adding another after he felt you were ready.

"right there! right fucking there, spencer! yes!" you cried out, tugging gently on his curls, a moan rippling through his body right onto your clit. "i'm so close! i'm so fucking close! please don't stop! please..." you trailed off as he became more aggressive in his actions.

he began pumping his fingers in and out at an impossible pace, still curling them at that soft rigid spot inside you. his tongue began flicking even quicker, sending you right over the edge into a pit of euphoria, your pussy clenching around his long fingers.

"spencer fucking reid! yes!!" you threw your head back as his eyes never left your face. "oh my god..." you said as he worked you through your orgasm.

you leaned up completely, looking at him in complete awe from how the man just made you feel. you placed your hands on both sides of his face, crashing his lips into yours. you could taste yourself on him as your tongues met.

when he pulled back, he wiped his chin from your juices and sucked them off of his fingers, never breaking eye contact from you.

"yea they were really missing out on that," spencer said with a wide grin.

"i think i've been missing out. and i'm also very aware about how... naked i am and how clothed you are," you raised your eyebrows suggestively. spencer just stared at you. "please, babes?" you asked with puppy dog eyes and pursed lips. spencer's heart welled at the nickname.

"since you asked so nicely," he said, connecting you lips once more as your arms went to his chest, beginning to unbutton hit shirt one by one. when you got halfway down, you felt his breath hitch, he was nervous.

"spencer... what is it?" you pulled back slowly, looking into his eyes. he began to close himself off, not looking you in the eyes. "you're feeling insecure," you stated, your hands finding his face again to meet his eyes with yours. "you, spencer walter reid, are the most attractive man i've probably ever laid eyes on. your eyes, your lips," you kissed him. "your hair," you ran a hand through his locks. "and your body," you traced his torso with your hands feather lightly.

"i'm just... not as muscular as your past boyfriends. i don't... i don't look like other guys you've been with," he sighed, looking back at his hands in his lap.

"spencer. you just made me orgasm twice in the past what? twenty minutes?" you baffled. "my past boyfriends have had trouble making me do that even once. you... are unbelievable," you complimented, ending it with a deep kiss. "besides, even if you were the ugliest guy on earth, i'd still love you and be attracted to you because you're you."

"thank you, y/n. i love you, too," he kissed the tip of your nose. "now... back to you," he said, placing a hand on the small of your back to lay you down, him hovering over you.

"such a gentleman," you said, finishing undoing his buttons as he shrugged the shirt off. "absolutely beautiful, spence."

it's not like you haven't seen his body before. you've been best friends for as long as you could remember and have seen him in nothing but a towel before. then again, you haven't seen him like that in this kind of setting before.

and spencer knows you don't care about that. he knows that you'd never judge him from his looks or his body, but he wants to be good enough for you, which is a major contradiction to the fact that he believes that nobody will ever deserve you.

he began fervently kissing you again, his tongue delving into your mouth with a hunger that couldn't ever be satiated. your hands traced the stubble on his face as his were propped at your head to keep him from falling over. you moved one of your hands to begin undoing the button on his pants eagerly, a chuckle emitting from him.

once you got it undone, he helped you pull both his pants and underwear down, leaving his bare erection against your thigh.

"oh," you said with a sly grin, a hand reaching down to begin stroking his length, a low moan leaving his mouth as your lips found his.

you quickly rolled the two of you over to put yourself on top. you straddled his hips on all fours, trailing kisses down his cheek, jaw, neck, torso, making your way to his rock hard cock.

you took his length in your hands, eyeing the noticeable length to it. he was perfect. he was long, but not too long to where it would kill you to take him, and thick, but not so thick that he would stretch you beyond belief.

you placed a gentle kiss to the tip which was already leaking with precum. you found the most prominent vein in his member before tracing it with your tongue, being sure to use light touches.

spencer was already squirming in the bed, in disbelief from the wonders your mouth could do already. lowly sighs and moans were leaving his mouth periodic with your movements.

you slowly lowered your mouth on his cock, paying special attention to the tip as you got further down. you moved your mouth up and down at a slow pace, keeping your eyes on spencer and how beautiful he looked with his slower breaths.

eventually, he couldn't stand just being inside your mouth. he wanted to be even closer to you. inside of you. he took hold of your jaw and pulled you back up his body, taking your lips in his.

"you're fucking amazing," spencer sighed into your mouth, taking note of the smile he felt against his own lips.

"yea?" he nodded as he smashed your lips together again before flipping the two of you over. you grabbed his hard cock and lined him up with your entrance.

"are you sure you want this?" spencer asked with care, stroking the hair on the side of your face.

"yes. yes i want it," you nodded eagerly.

spencer slowly entered his member into you, taking pleasure from the way your face contorted in pleasure. he took his time to fully sheath himself into you, allowing you the time you needed to adjust to his length.

you moved one hand to his shoulder and the other to the back of his head as your mouth formed in the shape of an 'o'.

"oh my god, spencer," your fingernails dug into the skin on his back as your other hand tugged on his hair harshly.

"fuck... you're tight, princess," he said as he began to slowly move out of you, only leaving the tip in before thrusting back inside, leading a moan from your mouth.

"i-i..." you trialed off, unable to speak from the pleasure you were feeling. "i... ohh,"" you mumbled.

"does it feel good? yea?" he asked you, one of his hands grasping your breast and massaging it gently. you couldn't say anything, you were speechless. you laid there with your mouth ajar as his thrusts continued at a leisurely pace. "can you not say anything? does my dick render you speechless, princess?" he teased.

"uh... huh," you squeaked as his mouth latched onto your nipple, his pace steadily increasing. "s-spen... ohhhh," you awed, feeling the pit in your stomach welling up again.

"fuck you feel so good," he mumbled on your breast as his hand began to gently and quickly circle your clit.

so many things were going on at once; the clitoral stimulation, the penetration, the nipple stimulation. you felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure rising up inside of you.

before you knew it, you were falling over the waterfall of pure ecstasy, taking spencer over the water with you.

spencer continued his thrusts a few more times, relishing in the way your pussy clenched around his member. you felt the spread of his own excitement cover your walls, a sensation you never want to forget as long as you lived.

"fuck..." spencer breathed out.

"mmhmm," you agreed, still unable to form a sentence from the pleasure you just experienced.

spencer slowly pulled out of you, trying his best not to hurt your still sensitive body. you held onto his torso, not wanting to separate your body from his.

"i'm going to carry you to the bathroom to clean you up. okay, princess?" spencer asked kindly, wiping your hairline that had a sheen of sweat built up.

"mmkay," you mumbled, wrapping your legs around him so he could pick you up koala style.

he set you down on the closed toilet, being sure to grab a clean washcloth and get it damp with warm water. he bent down on the floor in front of you, allowing your hands to grasp his shoulders for more stability.

he ran the washcloth over the trail of liquid running down your legs, being sure to use a gently touch once he got closer to your core. he ran the cloth over it softly, noticing the way your fingers dug into his back from the touch, the low hiss that exited through your nose.

"sorry, y/n/n. we just need to make sure you're all clean," he apologized, pulling back to look into your tired eyes. "uhm, you should probably use the restroom in order to avoid getting a uti," spencer informed you.

"never change, spencer reid. never change," you giggled, taking a deep breath in order to help your breathing. "and you're very right about those uti's. i should really go pee now," you looked into his eyes, him still not moving. "which means privacy, spence," you giggled, once again, noticing the smile that appeared onto his face.

"right," he laughed, patting your knee before standing back up and exiting the bathroom.

you did your business, and washed your hands before exiting the bathroom with a smile. you walked out of the bathroom, finding spencer in nothing but his boxers, sitting on the bed. you walked over to the bed and sat on spencer's lap, your knees bent and placed on the bed, straddling his legs.

spencer's arms hugged your torso, his eyes tried to avoid your still naked state. your hands went around his body, underneath his arms and bringing him into a tight hug.

"i'm sorry i ran away, spence. i should've talked to you about how that made me feel," you whispered into his ear.

"no, you shouldn't be sorry. i'm sorry. i knew about you past and i still said those thing to you," spencer sighed as his arms grip slightly tightened on you. "you drank because of me, y/n. i-i can't ever tell you how sorry i am for that."

"i know you're sorry, spence. i know," you breathed in his scent, relishing in the smell of sex and fresh laundry that remained on him. "maybe we could go to niagara falls together tomorrow?" you leaned back to look him in the eyes, taking note of his smile. "y'know, since we originally wanted to go to these places together anyway?"

"i uhm," spencer laughed, "i would love to, y/n."

"yaayyy!" you squealed, connecting your lips together passionately, managing to knock spencer over, him now laying on the bed. "i'm excited!!"

"me too. i can't wait," he smiled, moving a strand of your hair out of your face.

spencer still couldn't believe you loved him. he couldn't believe how lucky he was. you were perfect in every way, shape, and form.

the way you knew that after a tough case, he wouldn't want to talk about it. you would just hold him, and let him fall asleep on his chest.

the way you laughed at his terrible jokes, even if you didn't fully understand it. you tried your best to make him feel normal, and you succeeded in making him feel normal.

the way you listened to his rambling when he found something fascinating. you would always go up to him after the rest of the team shushed him, and asked him to continue what he was saying.

and your beauty was unprecedented to him. your bone structure that looked magnificent in every kind of light, every curve on your body - even the ones you were insecure about, the squinting of your eye when you laugh... everything.

"you okay, smartypants?" you asked, rolling off of his body and laying beside him. you propped your arm up so your head could rest in your hand as you looked at spencer.

"yea, i'm all good," the brown haired man said, turning to face you on his side. he draped his hand over your waist, bringing your body closer to his. "i'm just glad i'm here with you."

"i'm glad you're here too," you smiled, hugging him in return. "can we go to sleep now? i'm too tired to do anything right now," you giggled.

it was now dark outside, your hotel room window being able to display the darkness in a way that made it look like a beautiful painting. it was full of bright stars of different hues, pink, gold, and white, the moon shone into the window, perfectly illuminating the sculptures of the buildings outside the room.

"of course we can. anything you want, bubs," he grinned brightly. "i have one request to make," he began with a sly smile.

"you wanna lay on my chest?" you chuckled as he nodded eagerly. you opened your arms for him to lay on you. "come here, ya big baby."

spencer snuggled up into your arms, your bare chest acting like the best pillows in the world in his mind. you ran your hands through his hair as he nuzzled further into your embrace.

"do you think it'll be like this when we get back home?" spencer asked with a sense of yearning.

"umm, i don't know," and you didn't know. you didn't know if this is what life would be like with him. you didn't know if you were even ready for a life with him. "it could be, i suppose," you shrugged.

spencer picked up on the nerves the question brought you. the way your breath picked up and your heart rate sped slightly.

"i-is this what you want? u-us, i mean?" he wearily asked, afraid of what your answer might be.

"i've loved you for a long time, spence," you took a deep breath. "i just wish we didn't have to worry about the bureau or about the team and what they'd think."

"so let's not care what they think. we love each other... shouldn't that be enough?"

"it is enough. i promise," you kissed the top of his forehead. "i do want us."

"good," spencer smiled against your body. "goodnight, y/n. i love you."

"i love you."

[h2bakugou]

Hewoo I saw requests were open and this really cute idea popped in my head can get a lot of fluff with Denki where he surprises his s/o on they're anniversary in front of the whole school

a/n: hiii!! ooo this is so cute omg, we stan denki. please i- i love him so much i cant

summary: with your one-year anniversary coming up soon, kaminari had every intention of making it big, he’d been dating you for a whole year! however, his plan may or may get a little out of his hands when he ends up confessing in front of nearly the whole school.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, a camp rock line(i never watched high school musical sorry)

word count: 1.8k

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Kaminari had met you in secondary school, the year before you both got into U.A. It was coincidentally on a whim when your class collaborated with his on a debate project on some literature project. 

You were paired together, four students from your class on a team with four from his class.

He was goofy, light-hearted, kind, and way too flirty for his age, but you ignored his cheesy pick-up lines until you won the debate.

He’d asked to exchange numbers at the very least since you’d become friends. And that friendship kindled over time, so much so, that you were both over the moon about applying to U.A. together. 

And before you knew it, Kaminari was walking hand-in-hand with you home from the park, or from the grocery store, the two of you often hanging out together over break, excited to be making dinner one night, or happy to help out over at his house.

Needless to say, a few of those long summer nights when you spent time in the pool alone with him, you couldn’t help but let out how you really feel, the two of you eventually establishing something more than a friendship.

You headed to the entrance exams as a couple, and you were both too happy to speak when you saw one another in class the following week.

And now you sat in the Class 1-A dormitory common room, Kaminari’s body between your legs as you put up his hair, a face mask applied to both of your faces as you giggled and reminisced about your time together, your anniversary of being together for one year coming up soon.

“Remember the one time you had to go to the ER because of the shopping cart accident?” Kaminari brought up a rather embarrassing story.

“That poor old lady was petrified, she thought she’d killed me.” You and Kaminari had been goofing off in the grocery store parking lot, returning the cart to its drop-off when an old lady backed out into the cart you were standing on.

It tilted back and you saved yourself from landing face-first on the asphalt at the expense of your right arm. It hurt like a bitch and you had to wear a cast for about a month before your arm healed up enough to do much more.

“You were so worried.” You teased, braiding his yellow hair between your fingers. He lifted his head to look up at you, a pout on his lips. 

“I thought you died too!” Kaminari cooed, pressing a kiss to your knee as he turned back around to let you continue playing with his hair.

“You’re an idiot.” Bakugou mumbled. Kirishima sat beside you, along with Sero, who also had face masks on. They begged to be included in the self-care session and were happily enjoying themselves listening to all your stories.

“So final jam’s coming up.” Kaminari blurted.

“What?!” You laughed, confused at his words.

“T-The final jam?” Kaminari turned back around to stare at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Are you referring to our anniversary as the final jam?” You glared at the yellow-blonde.

“I’m sorry! I had to.” Kaminari stood up and grabbed your hand, yanking you off of the couch.

“That’s right, you’ve been together for a while now huh?” Sero mentioned, glancing over at Bakugou who seemed to be interested in the idea of Kaminari holding a relationship longer than a week.

“One whole year.” Kaminari stared at you with adoration in his eyes, and you were worried if he stared any harder his eyes would pop out. Your face was hot at his words. 

You felt all giddy and warm inside. You really did love Kaminari, and getting to this point felt so amazing, so refreshing. 

“That’s awesome! Congrats!” Kirishima was quick to congratulate you both on the seemingly wild accomplishment.

Later during the night, after washing off the face mask and finishing up your routine, you walked back to your dorm with Kaminari.

“I really couldn’t be more excited for our anniversary.” Kaminari’s hands rested in yours as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I know, I’m excited too. You gonna take me out on a big date?” You tease, hugging him.

“I’m broke!” Kaminari whines, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

“I’m kidding. I just wanna spend the day with you, playing video games and-”

“Cuddling.” Kaminari offers, his eyes sparkling.

“Cuddling.” You agree, leaning in, pressing your lips to his. It’s a short kiss, but it’s meaningful, and tender, and passionate. It holds just enough emotion to convey how warm you feel inside. It’s electrifying, pun intended.

“I love you, sweet dreams.” Kaminari whispers as you begin to open your dorm door. You smile and wave.

“I love you too, goodnight.” You reply, closing the door after he leaves.

That night you tuck yourself into bed, happier than usual. You’re almost too excited to even sleep. But eventually, your dreams call you and you’re drifting away before you can even realize it.

The day of your anniversary, you’re a giddy mess. Kaminari and you are practically in each other’s arms the entire morning, hoping that you aren’t being that annoying couple. You’re keeping the PDA down to simple hand-holding even though you’d much rather embrace him and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe.

But you had classes. The mushy-gushy stuff could wait till later. When Aizawa couldn’t yell at you.

During the day, Kaminari and you both ended up surprising one another with little gifts, tiny trinkets just to show that you were thinking of each other. Kaminari of course bought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, whereas you managed to snag a pretty rose for him and a new game for his console.

He was over the moon about the rose and claimed he was going to cherish it forever. It was so sweet.

That was until lunch rolled around.

“There the love birds are!” Mina cheered as you and Kaminari sat down at the table. Almost the entire class was aware of what was today, and a few peers congratulated you on being together for one year.

“Hush!” Your face burned with embarrassment as you nuzzled into Kaminari’s shoulder, swatting away at your pink-haired friend.

“You guys are so cute!” She teased, taking another bite of her lunch.

Lunch was abruptly interrupted when Kaminari said he had to go somewhere. You were a bit surprised by his exclamation but you said goodbye as he left.

“What’s with that?” You asked, a defeated sigh coming from your lips.

“Don’t know. Maybe he’s got another gift for you.” Mina nudged your side. You shook your head and covered your face.

“Please! I can’t take any more gifts from him, I just wanna spend quality time with him and do stupid lovey-dovey couple’s crap.” You groan.

Kaminari was racing toward the AV room where he had agreed to meet another student for something he had commissioned for you. It was a delicate glass frame with a picture of you and him embossed into it.

Of course by the time he arrived, he was running late. He blamed you for being so captivating, of course though, it wasn’t an issue that he was late, the student was there, happy as could be to have been commissioned for a project.

And the result was beautiful. It was truly wonderful, and Kaminari was almost in tears at how delicate and amazing it looked. Kaminari had already paid the student when he brought up the idea, and now he was finally here to get it.

It was wrapped in a beautiful box, carefully surrounded with bio-degradable filler to prevent it from breaking. 

“Thank you so much for doing this, it’s so important to me.” Kaminari placed the box down on the table in the AV room, unaware that he’d set it down on the button that turned on the intercom for student news, etc.

Kaminari had set it down because he was afraid he’d drop it on a whim somehow.

“They’re just so important to me, I can’t explain it. They’re the one, ya know?” Kaminari’s voice rang throughout the intercom system.

Your ears perked up, your face begging to sear with heat. 

“I think I’ve always loved (Y/n). When we met I could just feel the world stop and all I could see was them. And from there I knew, I wanted to spend every waking moment with them.” Kaminari was completely unaware that his words were now being heard throughout the entire school building.

“Oh my god.” Kirishima looked at you. Everyone that knew you, was staring at you. You couldn’t help but feel touched. You could feel your eyes swelling with tears, happy tears.

“I live to see them smile, and their laugh? It’s music to my ears. I’m so in love with them. I’d spend a million years of my life with them, today marks one.” Kaminari’s words were cut short by a teacher barging through the door. Quickly turning to see the commotion, Kaminari was confused when the teacher started yelling about using the intercom for personal reasons.

That’s when Kaminari’s eyes shot down to where he’d sat the box, and now noticed the blinking red light that confirmed the intercom was actively broadcasting.

Blush spread like fire across his face and ears, as he quickly grabbed the box and stormed back to the cafeteria where you were still eating lunch.

Barging in, you lifted your head, smiling like an idiot as he ran toward you.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that I- It was true, all of it, but I didn’t mean to embarrass you or or-”

Your lips on his shut him up as your rested your hands on his shoulders, completely silencing him. His hands held onto the box in front of him, his lips moving together against yours.

A few cheers and ‘woos’ came from fellow students but you couldn’t hear them. You were completely capsulated by Kaminari and the electric love blossoming between the two of you.

Pulling away in a haze, all you could see was him.

“I love you so much.” You smiled.

Later, after a decent scolding from Aizawa and another teacher, you were let go and finally allowed to go to your dorm.

Placing the delicate glass picture up on your shelf you then pulled Kaminari onto your bed, nuzzling into his side.

“This is what I was waiting for.” Kaminari cuddled into you, wrapping around you like a sloth as you laid on his stomach doing the same.

“This is an average Tuesday for us.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, I like my average Tuesdays with you, dummy.” Kaminari smiled, clicking on your tv to watch something as you cuddled.

The anniversary was a success. And who cared if nearly the whole school knew about how strongly you felt for one another. You were happy, Kaminari was happy, and you couldn’t wait to spend more time with him.

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masterlist

[hwalloween]

Rainy Days (YuSan X Reader)

Pairing: Boyfriend!Yunho X Reader X Boyfriend!San 

Synopsis: Rainy days weren’t your favorites, but that one took the trophy. Thank god you had Yunho and San to help out. 

Genre: Fluff fluff fluff, a tiny bit of crack

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: Poly Relationship, just a lot of gushy mushy stuff, mention of period stuff, some swearing, there is nudity but it’s just really UwU

Tag: @galaxteez​ you said you’re in your period so 

A/N: This is the fluffiest I can get before my filfthy brain gets in the way. This is for all the people that are in their period now, I feel you baby 

Rainy days weren‘t definitely your favorites. The thunders and storms, swings on the internet, the inability of going outside and doing something much better than just staring at the TV. Everything about it seemed to make you down. But that rainy day, that was the worst of the worst. 

Laying on the couch, you were in a fetal position, eyes closed, hands together on top of the low part of your stomach, mind too busy to care with anything else but the pain. Oh the pain. If dying inside could have a sensation, you were pretty sure that would be it, a stabbing pain of a thousand knives running through your entire body, concentrating just on your most sensitive part. For your misfortune, you had woken up on your period, and as if destiny had decided to mock your face, there were no painkillers in the kitchen, which made you get even grumpier. The only solution by now was just lay somewhere and cry while the solution didn’t appear at your door. 

But you weren’t suffering alone, oh no, a period cramp is a collective cramp. Your boyfriends were also having a hard time, not by trying to please you, but by seeing you suffering without being able to do much so. Yunho was by your side, gently rubbing your back and frowning each time you moaned out of pain, wondering if there was something he could do. San was long gone, having left the house to get groceries for what was supposed to be a movie night, but had become more of a horror movie itself. Rolling in your back, you stared at the selling with teary eyes, the cramps were undeniably hard that day. 

— Hey, come here - You heard Yunho speak up, groaning just at the thought of having to move a single finger. Chuckling lightly, your boyfriend involved your body on his arms, pulling you off the couch and placing you on his lap, hugging you tightly as you hide your face on the crook of his neck, smelling the fresh perfume he had. 

— I know you’re in pain, San is buying everything you need. But in the meanwhile, is there anything I can do? - His puppy eyes stared at you with worry, hands rubbing your lower back to try and sooth you. 

— I don’t know… - You moaned quietly, putting your cheek against his broad shoulders and looking back at him with even puppier eyes - Can you magically take the pain of me? 

— No… - He said quietly, a sad tone coating his voice. Biting his lower lip, Yunho looked around the apartment, trying to find a temporary solution. As if a light had clicked upon his head, he picked you up, legs around his waist, and carried you all the way over to the kitchen, placing you on the counter top and moving to the shelves. Losing the warm contact with Yunho made you pout, bringing your legs to your chest and resting your face on your knees, they weren’t wrong when calling you their little baby. 

You got curious when you saw Yunho grabbing two mugs, then going to the fridge and searching for something. Just as you were about to ask him what he was doing, a painful cramp hitted you, making you close your eyes shut due to the pain and hug your legs even more, whining and sobbing a little, that was a nightmare. 

— Hey, got you something, I guess - Looking up, you saw your boyfriend holding one of the mugs, specifically your mug, and you could see a little bit of steam coming out of it. Grabbing gently, you noticed that there was hot cocoa inside, the little bubbles popping themselves and disappearing. That put a little smile on your face, looking back at the tall boy in front of you, that wrapped his arms around you and gave you a gentle peck in the lips.  Just as you were about to give a little sip, key sounds were heard, the front door then opening and revealing a soaked San with grocery bags. He waved one of the bags, a little one, a tired smile appearing on his face. 

— Got the painkillers, and some other stuff - He said with a chuckle. The solution had, indeed, appeared in your door. Kicking off his shoes and entering, you could see the droplets of rain all over his jacket and jeans, his hair all wet and sticking to his forehead. 

— Just in time, Y/N was about to drink something - Yunho said, looking at you with a little smile. God you loved your boyfriends. San came to the kitchen, placing the groceries by your side and then stuffing his hand inside the small bag, pulling out three medicine boxes. 

— I didn’t know how much you needed, so I grabbed three just in case… - The younger said shyly, handing over one of the boxes to you. You grabbed his arm as he did, pulling him lightly and then giving him a loving kiss, thanking for his effort and thoughtfulness. Popping one of the pills out, you put the medicine in your tongue, giving a big gulp of the hot cocoa and swallowing everything together. It burned your throat lightly, but was worth it to feel no more pain in the next couple of hours. 

— Gosh, I think I need a shower - San commented, looking at himself. He was, indeed, soaking wet, which you would normally think was hot, but in that context, could get him a cold. 

— I could make a use of one too… - You mumbled, sipping on the drink and thinking. Maybe a shower could get all the yucky feeling off of your body. 

— Let’s all go together, this way the bill is smaller - Yunho concluded, using his strong arms to get you off of the counter top. 

— Can we all fit in the bathtub? I mean, the shower barely holds tw- - San began, but Yunho fastly shushed him, putting a finger on the younger’s lips and shaking his head. 

— We can fit there, that bathtub is more powerful than you think - You and San looked at each other questionly, then looking back at the tall boy - I’ll go grab the clothes, you two to the bathroom, now.

Without missing a beat, both you and San moved to the bathroom, a shiver going down your spine as soon as a little bit of clothing started to come off. It was rather cold that day, so your skin had goosebumps all the way over to your toes, hands slightly shaking as you took off your pajamas and placed them to the side. San, on the other hand, was already naked, checking the temperature of the water, making sure it was warm and nice for you. No matter how many times you saw them without clothes, San’s and Yunho’s body still amazed you, the fine lines and curves of them being more than eye-candy to you. Sitting on the rather large tub, the dark-haired boy motioned for you to come, guiding you to sit on his lap. 

— Harsh day? - He asked, placing his chin on your shoulder, arms sliding around your waist and holding you dearly. You confirmed with your head, letting yourself rest against his body, hearing the door opening again and a tall figure come in with some comfy clothes. Yunho joined both of you in the bathtub, the warm water tickling your skin and bringing a good sensation — Y/N - You looked up, facing San’s sweet gaze - Can I wash your hair? 

It wasn’t much before San’s fingers were massaging your scalp, making you feel sleepy as you slumped against him, feeling Yunho massaging your feet and legs on the other side of the tub. If heaven had a feeling, it probably was that one. You heard some giggling, looking back at the tallest of your three and seeing that he was holding back a laugh, putting his hand over his mouth to conceal the sound. Yunho must have seen how confused you looked, so he motioned back to San, who was also holding back a laugh. 

 — Yah! Why are both of you laughing? - You said, earning more laughs from both your boyfriends. 

 — Maybe you should look in the mirror, Y/N - Yunho said, grabbing a hand mirror that was in the sink close to his side. When looking at your reflexion, you finally saw what was the fuze about, and you hitted San’s chest, making him laugh even more

— Why did you make horns with my hair, San?! - You splashed water on his face, seeing as he stopped laughing and throwed water back at you, accidentally hitting Yunho and starting a water fight. If the bathroom was clean, it wasn’t anymore. Your faces were all wet, and bubbles were flying through the room, the pain you had on your body was long forgotten as your hands fluffed your hair, taking off the horns. Yunho was the first to leave the bath, offering you a hand and helping you out, while San also got up and put a towel around your figure, making you warm again. Yunho placed you on top of the sink counter, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he grabbed the clothes, unfolding them and helping you to get yourself on them. 

Warm and comfy, you three directed yourselves to the living room, grabbing the rest of the bags San had brought on the way. The boys opened the couch, and you guys plopped yourselves on it, throwing a blanket over everyone and cuddling all together. On the bags, there were various snacks and sweets, everything your mother would absolutely prohibe to eat on the daily, so it was even yummier. San grabbed the TV control, deciding to put on some random movie, just to have something to do. You yawned, feeling the sleep starting to hit you after a long and painful day.

— Go to sleep, sweetheart - San said, getting even closer to you and allowing your heart to rest better on his shoulder. 

— We’ll be here if you need, now rest - Yunho completed, making sure that the blanket was covering you nicely. Both boys gave you a little peck, eyeing on you as your own eyes started to close and you quickly drifted off to dreamland. 

Rainy days weren’t definitely your favorites, but at least you had your two favorite boys in the world to make it better. 

[mourntheantagonist]

hc that Billy comes to love bath bombs after Starcourt. He starts keeping some at Steve's house and some at home. He finds they help a lot when he's having a really hard time either with physical pain from his injuries or just when he's struggling mentally.

don’t mind me absolutely going off below. idk how this turned into a full fledged one shot but I hope you enjoy it anon because your mind is so amazing.

———

I can imagine billy at home for one of the first few nights and he decides to take a bath because he still can’t really stand up too well on his own. when he walks in there’s a little bag on the counter that has his name written on it. Inside is this yellow sphere wrapped in plastic. he reads the label and follows the instructions and is stunned when the water starts to turn yellow and the scent of lemon fills the bathroom.

the scent is very calming, and considering he’s been on edge ever since he stepped back through the doors of his home, it’s a welcome feeling. when he gets in the water he’s surprised to notice the change of viscosity in the water. It’s slightly slimy but it feels really relaxing.

when he gets out of the tub after soaking for a while he feels for the first time since everything happened to be cleansed of the mindflayer. not entirely. but lingering hints to the scent of lemon make him feel clean and light and just a little less like a monster. no monster smells this good.

later that day max asked if he liked the bath bomb. for a split second he’s stuck on the word bomb until he figures out what she’s talking about.

“yeah. smelled good. thanks.” he’s still struggling to open up but he’s getting better about letting down his defenses, at least to max. part of letting down his defenses caused him to only be able to speak in one to two word sentences.

max understands though. and she appreciates not having to constantly walk on eggshells around him anymore. or at least not in the same way. instead being more concerned for scaring him rather than the other way around.

a couple days later he finds a box filled with twelve additional scents and colors and effects on his bed. he smiles. max.

she continues to restock for him as he cycles through each kind. his favorites are vanilla and lavendar and also the lemon. something about it makes his thoughts slow and his aches numb and he’s almost addicted to the feeling.

although it doesn’t last long because one day neil calls him out on it. asks him why he ‘smells like a faggot’. billy is initially able to say he used one of max’s soaps because he ran out, but that won’t fly for long. he eventually stops using them and lets the little collection he’s gathered sit under the sink in the bathroom to collect dust.

then he starts spending more time with steve. just needing to get out of his own house and out of his own bed for just a couple hours of the day he goes over to steve’s when he’s not at work. steve is constantly telling billy he enjoys his company but billy continues to apologize for burdening him. he’s not used to people just caring, and it’s especially foreign coming from steve for several reasons. one being that less than a year prior he nearly put him in the hospital. the second being that steve was a man, and there has never been a man in his life to actually care about him in that way. worried for his safety and well being. so billy tried to pull away, because he wasn’t going to allow him to let someone in just to be turned away at the door a second later.

but steve gets absolutely sick of it. sick of billy pulling away and believing he’s undeserving so steve practically forced him to believe it by kissing him the very next time he walks through the door. a very risky act on his part but he’s grown to trust billy over time that he’s not as worried as he could be for the outcome. he’s relieved when billy kisses him back, dropping a duffle bag to the floor that went completely unnoticed by steve as he was too locked in on billy’s lips. too locked in to notice the black eye that he only spotted when they pulled apart. too enthralled with the fact that he was kissing billy to taste the blood in his mouth. he’d ran away this time. he packed a bag and left and hoped steve would take him in. being met with a kiss right off the bat was the best thing that could have happened when steve opened that door. like the huge favor he was about to ask for almost became a small request because steve was inviting him into more than just his home. the kiss was an invitation into his life, and invitation for his care and love and all the mushy gushy stuff.

“I need a place to stay.”

steve, obviously and literally, welcomes billy into his home with open arms. immediately taking him to the bathroom to fix up the damage his father inflicted. steve kneeling before him while he sits on the toilet seat in complete silence. acting as if they didn’t have each other’s tongues down their throat just moments ago. both of them deciding it wasn’t the best time to talk about it. billy looked absolutely exhausted and worn and desperately needed sleep, and a nice bath (I know I just veered way off course but back to the regularly scheduled programming).

it was actually steve’s suggestion. noting the aches in his legs and back would probably be happy to be submerged under hot water. steve runs him the bath and goes to grab billy’s duffle upon request. steve gives him a soft kiss to the top of his head, before he leaves telling him they can talk about everything in the morning, and for him to just relax and take his time.

billy rummages for the small box he remembered to pack that’s filled with all the fun scents that max had been gifting him, after having to switch to using unscented alternatives which were nice but didn’t give him that same feeling.

he quickly picks out the cotton candy scented one that he’s been dying to try out. because what does cotton candy even smell like? he drops the bath bomb into the water and watches as it sizzles and quickly turns the water pink. oh if neil were there to see his sun soaking in a tub filled with pink water smelling like a fucking candy shop owner he’d do more damage than what had been inflicted earlier that night.

despite the developing bruises all over his body and the sting as the contents of the bath bomb filled his open wounds, he hadn’t felt this good in months. physically he felt like shit. but he was mentally and emotionally euphoric. running off the high from just minutes ago having steve harrington’s lips on his. the boy he believed to have been so far out of reach and was happy enough to just appreciate from afar. it felt unreal and like it was a dream. all that combined with the surprisingly intoxicatingly amazing aroma filling his senses and the feeling of rejoice as he finally took the steps to leave the clutches of his abuser and was so much more than successful. it was sheer bliss accompanied by aches and pains from past and present inflictions that didn’t seem so bad anymore.

steve and billy sleep in the same bed that night. they don’t cuddle or even so much as let limb touch limb, still unsure of the boundaries. but even with the distance between them steve can smell the unfamiliar candy like scent and takes it all in.

when they wake up in the morning they talk everything over during breakfast. billy tells him how his father just came home and started pounding into him completely unprompted. shouting slurs at him. the smell of whiskey potent on his breath. billy truly knew then that it was no longer about what he did or did not do. he’d feel his wrath regardless. and steve had scolded him about self preservation before and finally decided to take his advice.

then they adress the even larger elephant in the room, their kiss. it’s not that they were avoiding the topic per se, but they were definitely afraid to abandon this good feeling by talking about it. but they bite the bullet anyway, and they don’t regret that they do. despite how uncomfortable it is for billy to talk open about his feelings, especially these kinds of feelings, he feels something inside him release at the confession. like everything he was holding inside of him is free to the open air and steve takes hold of it and cherishes it.

their little unspoken thing that has been developing over the course of a few months finally being spoken. finally giving a name to the meaning to it all. of their late at night trips to the quarry. sharing a joint as they stare at the water below as it reflects the night sky. of their movie marathons on steve’s living room couch. giving meaning to each individual brush of the knee under the shared blanket. of stolen glances and words said under their breath. of thoughts of the other invading their dreams at night. a name to it all.

it’s a strange adjustment. to go from two guys secretly pining over each other from afar to instantaneously dating and living together. sharing a bed together, sharing meals together. things they were so used to doing alone now having a guest. it was nice and strange at the same time but they both welcomed it. waking up under the warmth of another human being. getting to see each other at their worst, when they were riddled with bed head and morning breath, and loving each other all the same.

what they did in bed wasn’t fucking. screwing. banging. it was much more. it was unfair to use those words that once described their previous encounters to describe what they did with each other. it was much different. putting their partners pleasure above their own. yearning for each other’s lips upon their own above anything else. as cheesy and corny as it is it was, they made love.

things moved awfully quickly. the two of them knowing they were in love with each other from the very start, however never saying the words out loud. they didn’t go through the normal stages of a relationship. they skipped a lot of steps and that led to some bad days. sometimes they spent too much time together, and billy’s on true safe haven came in spherical shaped and wrapped in noisy plastic, rather than a can of beer or a pack of marlboro’s.

that’s where he goes when things get shaky between the two. when he feels his fists clenching against his will and the veins on his forehead make their presence known. he escapes a potentially bad situation and lets his anger rise out of him with the steam of the hot water, and dissipate into nothingness. cleansing himself of the hurt. scars hidden under opaque colorful water.

the problem is steve doesn’t like when billy leaves him alone without word. he understands he needs his space, but he wishes he’d only talk to him about it before walking off.

on one day, when billy left mid conversation, steve follows. he honestly doesn’t know what he thought billy did in the bathroom for hours, and he’s not sure why he’s surprised to find his boyfriend laid out in a bath full of deep blue water with his eyes closed just relaxing. noticing the rise and fall of his chest as he takes in deep calming breaths. noticing the beach like scent that floods the room.

“can I join you?” steve finally asks. very intrigued in what all of this is.

billy thought he’d be more upset about steve bathing in. about him completely disregarding his need for space, but he wasn’t. perhaps space wasn’t really the thing he needed. he gestures to the other end of the tub, signaling the affirmative.

steve strips and slowly lowers himself into the tub. he’s facing billy who has since gone back and shut his eyes, head pointed to the ceiling. the water is very hot but feels really good on his skin. he has his legs pulled up to his chest as to not disturb billy. he just watches him as he relaxes completely. a state he rarely, if ever, has seen him in.

after several minutes billy opens his eyes and pulls steve over towards him so now they are both facing the same direction and steve is sitting in between billy’s legs. he has his arms wrapped around him and kisses his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for just walking out.”

“it’s okay. I get it.” steve responds, bringing his own hand to lay on top of both of billy’s that grip his stomach. “wanna tell me how you made the water turn blue?”

“magic.”

steve laughs and leans into billy, closing his eyes like he had and completely understanding almost instantly. it’s like he goes somewhere else. somewhere warm that smells of the ocean. somewhere nice and serene. he could easily fall asleep right there in billy’s arms. allowing himself to prune up under the water.

it’s something they continue together. when they both feel like they’ve had enough of each other for the day, instead of going off on their own, they strip down and enjoy a moment together in the tub. closing their eyes and imagining far away places while wrapped up in each other. a reminder that they’re both still there for each other. alone but together. dealing with their issues as a unit. feeling clean and smelling good afterwards.

steve comes home one day lugging in multiple bags worth of bath bombs along with other fun stuff like bath salts and bubble bars. their bathroom cupboards are better stocked than their kitchen. they both admit it might be just a little excessive.

but it doesn’t matter. because it’s perfect for them. any fight, any argument, any disagreement. all it takes is a brightly colored bath bomb and all that tension disaplears under the sizzle. it’s strange knowing they have max to thank for all of it.

[p-artsypants]

I’ll Handle This (3)

Ao3 | FF.net

The walk to the Principal's office wasn’t that long, but it felt like it with the dagger’s Adrien was staring at him. 

“I know what you’re going to say—“ 

“You knocked him unconscious.” 

“What was I supposed to do? Let him drag me all the way back to the mansion, making me escape again?” 

“You’re doing this all wrong! Father doesn’t like disobedience! He’s just going to tighten the leash every time you act up! It’s better if you just apologize now and then follow his orders to a T.”

“Listen to yourself, Adrien.” Plagg paused one the hall. “Orders? Disobedience? You make him sound like a prison warden, and not a father! You always followed his rules and it’s gotten you nowhere.” 

“I was better off then than I am now...” 

“Yes, you were.” Plagg admitted. “Not going to lie, this is going to get way worse before it gets better. But I’ve already made my intentions known to him, so he’ll know that I’m not just being rebellious without due cause. I’ll just have to keep pushing until he cracks.” 

“I hate this.” 

“Cheer up kid. Just enjoy the ride. I’ll take care of everything.”

Adrien just groaned as they reached the Principal's office and he dove back into his pocket. 

Plagg knocked. 

“Yes yes, come in.”

Inside, Mr. Damocles only spared Plagg a glance. “Yes, Mr. Agreste, what do you need?”

“I don’t know.” 

“Then can it wait until after school? I’m very busy.”

“Okay.” And he walked back outside.

“You were supposed to tell him about what happened in class, and he was going to punish you!” Adrien chastised. 

“I don’t want to be punished.” Plagg shrugged. 

Adrien just groaned again. “You will be the death of me.” 

“Adrien, don’t be so dramatic.” Plagg impersonated his father. “Emotions are for peasants. We rich people have no need for feelings.”

“Damn, that’s really accurate.” 

“I practice.” 

Adrien floated out of the pocket. “By the way…why didn’t you tell me Marinette was Ladybug?”

Plagg halted and leaned against the railing. “How’d you figure that out?”

“Tikki.”

Plagg snorted. “I bet she felt pretty stupid for letting that slip.”

“She said you’re a cheater.” 

He shrugged. “She has the same ability as me. She’s just too much of a goody-goody two shoes. Anyway, I didn’t tell you because I wasn’t supposed to.”

“You’re also not supposed to put cheese in my shoes, but that doesn’t stop you.” 

“That’s different. The whole identity rule was put in place by the Guardians. Master Fu, the guardians before him, and now Marinette. That’s a little more binding.” 

Adrien wilted, knowing he was beaten. 

“But you’re on board with my plan now, right? Flirting with Marinette?”

“Sure, but Tikki said she’s already in love with me.”

“That’s true, but she doesn’t know you’re in love with her. And instead of just confessing, I’m going to slowly convince her that she’s the one you’re in love with.”

“Why do it slowly?”

“Two reasons.” Plagg held up his fingers. “One: I want to leave the mushy gushy confession stuff to you, and B: it’s more fun this way.”

“You’re a piece of work, you know that?”

“Yes. One worthy of the Louvre. I’m glad you’ve finally noticed.” He swiped Adrien out of the air and tucked him into his pocket. “Now, we must get back to class. While I certainly lived the Hundred Years War, you still need to know what’s going to be on the test.” 

Plagg walked back into the classroom, completely unbothered.

Miss Bustier looked surprised to see his return. The Gorilla was propped up against the wall with a washcloth on his forehead. He was still unconscious. “Back already? What did Mr. Damocles have to say about your behavior?”

“He took away one of my good noodle stars.” 

Someone in the back of the room snorted.

Miss Bustier sighed, as if she had been expecting this. “Alright, take your seat, Adrien. I better not hear a peep out of you for the rest of the day.” 

“You got it, teach!” 

—

At lunch, Plagg turned in his seat and addressed Nino. “Hey, you busy after school?” 

“Uh...Alya and I had a date, but if you’re free I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I postponed!” 

“It’s a little rude to cancel plans without consulting the person you made them with, don’t you think?” Alya snarked, leaning forward. 

“Oh my apologies, madam.” Plagg bowed. “Dost thou mind if thine beloved joins me on an errand after school?” 

“But Adrien,” interrupted Marinette. “Don’t you have fencing after school?” 

“Hmm, you’re right. I have to keep up appearances.” 

“What?” 

“After fencing then.” 

“Hmm, how about this,” suggested Alya. “What if we come watch your fencing practice, and then we all go together.” 

Plagg blanched. “Eh, I don’t really want to be a third wheel.” 

“You wouldn’t. Marinette’s coming too!” 

“Oh!” He hopped up on his knees, eagerly getting into her space. “Like a double date? That sounds like fun!” 

“Date?!” Stuttered Marinette, “Uh, yeah! Sure!” Then her face pulled into a wince. “That is, if you don’t want to go with Kagami instead...” 

“Nah, this is an errand meant for the OG crew. Wouldn’t want anyone else! So what are we doing for lunch?” 

“You don’t have to go home?” 

“Sure, I have to, but I don’t want to. Let’s see...” he took out his wallet. Inside, there were several credit cards, but only one in Gabriel’s name. 

“I’ll cover lunch, let's hit the most expensive restaurant there is! Daddy’s paying!” 

—

After lunch, the group walked back to school, with the boys taking the lead while the girls hung back a few steps. 

“Okay, as much as I love new Adrien,” Alya whispered. “There’s definitely something up with him.” 

“Yeah. I noticed the minute I saw him this morning. I’m really worried about him.” 

“Eh, I wouldn’t be worried about him. I’d be worried about everyone else.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I just mean...he’s gotten a taste of power somewhere, and it’s bound to explode outward. I’m sure that triple digit bill at lunch is not going to go over well with his father. If he’s messing with his dad and with Lila...when is it going to stop?” 

“No. Adrien’s not like that. I think he’s acting out for attention.” 

“You think he’d do that?” 

“I...I don’t know. But I think it’s closer to what’s happening. Adrien is good and kind, he’s not snotty like Chloe. I think this is just honest to goodness rebellion.” 

Plagg turned around and called back to the girls. “Do you think a tattoo would suit me?” Then he grabbed his leg in pain. “Ouch! Cramp!” 

“Definitely rebellion.” 

—

After school, Nino, Alya, and Marinette took a seat under the shady courtyard stairs so they could work on homework and watch Adrien’s practice at the same time. 

Nino spread out his books and then leaned back on his elbows. 

“You guys noticed how frickin weird Adrien’s been acting today?” 

“Yes!” The girls said unanimously. 

“We were just talking about that at lunch!” Said Alya. “Marinette says it's a rebellion. I say he’s tasting the rich boy power.” 

Nino screwed up his lips. “I think you’re both wrong. I think he’s magically switched bodies with someone...or something...” 

“Dude, what the hell are you talking about?” Alya stared at him, blank-faced. 

“Come on, you can’t seriously rule that out! What if there’s a body swapping Akuma out and about that we don’t know about yet?” 

“You think Adrien’s an Akuma?” 

“Or under the effects of one.” Nino clarified. “Maybe someone out to ruin his reputation...or something more sinister...” 

“If that’s the case, we should grill him. Ask him questions only the real Adrien would know.” 

“Yeah!” Nino stood. “Like that one episode of Spongebob!” 

“We should definitely not take advice from a children’s show.” 

“Or…we should.” 

Adrien emerged from the locker room, foil in hand and dressed in his gear. There was still something off about him. Were his pants on backwards?

“Hey Adrien!” Nino called. 

Like an excited puppy, Adrien trotted over. “Sup homes?”

“What’s your favorite vine?”

He rubbed his chin. “Odd question. But I suppose it’d be a trumpet, or perhaps a Honeysuckle.” 

“Uhh…” Nino raised a brow at him, suspicion rising. 

“Oh, you mean one of your silly little internet videos.” Immediately, Adrien dropped into a fighting stance. “DON’T EFF WITH ME! I’VE GOT THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE! AHHHHHH!” 

“Yep, that’s Adrien.”

—

While Alya and Nino got to work on their homework, Marinette was constantly distracted by Adrien. Nothing new, of course, but it wasn’t all ‘grace’ and ‘elegance’.

It was ‘sneaky’ and ‘unlawful’.

Whenever Adrien’s partner was turned away, Adrien grabbed the tip of his saber, and bent it, only to release it a second later to snap on his opponent’s rear end. 

“Hey!”

“You had a fly.” 

“Mr. Agreste!” The coach called. “I don’t tolerate unsportsmanlike conduct! One more goof, and you’re out of practice!” 

“Just one more?”

“One more!”

*TWACK*

“Out you go!”

“Thanks!” And Adrien walked right off the mat and over to the locker room. He came out a few minutes later, looking even more disheveled than he was this morning. His hair was a sweaty rat’s nest.

“Now that I’ve been kicked out of fencing, who wants to run some errands!?” 

Alya slammed her book shut. “Me is ready. Me can't read anymore!” 

“Well, me is hungry,” said Nino. “Can we get food first?”

“Snacks it is!” 

But before they could even go anywhere, Kagami appeared, looking rightfully confused. “You’re skipping fencing today?”

“Correction, was kicked out of fencing today!” 

Her eyes widened in horror, before she frowned hard. “That’s not something to joke about Adrien.” 

“I’m not joking, I was goofing around and Coach kicked me out of practice.”

She shook her head. “That’s disappointing, Adrien. I expected better from you.” 

In Plagg’s pocket, Adrien gave a little gasp of pain. Hearing his father’s disappointment was one thing, but hearing that from Kagami was horribly painful. 

But Plagg rolled with it easily. “Kagami, let’s talk.” He turned to his friends. “I’ll be back in a little bit, think about where you want to eat.” Then Plagg led Kagami over to a secluded corner so they could speak privately. 

In the pocket, Adrien prayed that Plagg would be nice to her. 

Once they were a distance away, Kagami crossed her arms and levelled a glare at him. “If you are going to tell me to loosen up, I am. But you know how important fencing is for me. I want you to have friends, but I don’t like you blowing off responsibilities.”

“Kagami,” Plagg folded his hands in front of him. “This is bigger than us.”

Her face paled. “What? What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, you and I are leading different lives—“

“You’re breaking up with me?” She sniffed. 

“Ah ah, technically, we were never really dating in the first place.” 

“But—“ 

“I’m going to explain something to you, and I want you to listen and hear it objectively, as much as it will hurt. Don’t take it personally, alright?” 

She nodded sadly. 

“You think you’re in love with me, because you think you should be. I’m the only male friend you have that’s our age, and because of the affection you have for me, you’re assuming that it’s infatuation, when really, it’s just a connection.”

She blinked, frowning, but her eyes weren’t tearing up anymore. 

“I’m in a similar boat to you, where I started to like my first female friend on instinct. It was only until I made other female friends that I realized what I felt for her was really love, and not just the thrill of having a friend that’s a girl.” 

“Then…how do you know I don’t feel the same? I get what you’re saying, but I think I really love you.”

“Do you? Or do you love the idea of me? Do you love the idea of having a male companion that you can bond with?”

“I do like that…”

“Can you imagine it being someone other than me?”

“I don’t know who else it would be…”

“Make up a person. Pretend you’re talking to someone else, getting ice cream with someone else. Do you feel like you could get the same thing you want from me from someone else? Or is it something only I can give? Is it companionship? Or is it my sense of humor, my topics, my interests, my opinions?”

Kagami crossed her arms, now deep in thought.

“Kagami, I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I do care a lot about you, and I really enjoy fencing with you. But…I can’t see myself spending the rest of my life with you. We’re too alike, and yet too different. Our discussions are shallow, and I don’t think you want the same things from life as I do. But I think you want a boyfriend, and I was the closest boy available.” 

Kagami unfolded her arms, and raised her head to look at him levelly. “Yes, I suppose that is an accurate assessment. You do do things that irritate me, like fooling around in serious moments. Every time I brought up the future, you clammed up. I can see you live for the now and not for tomorrow, which is difficult to build a relationship on.” 

Both Plagg and Adrien sighed. She was taking this extremely well, given her track record for akumatizations. 

“I suppose I do need to make more male friends. I think that would be smart to learn more about what I want in a partner. And we can always revisit our relationship in the future, right?”

“Umm, maybe…?”

She frowned again. “Oh, yes, you said earlier that you are in love with someone else. It’s Marinette, isn’t it?”

Plagg grinned. “Pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

“I was in disbelief when you called her a ‘really good friend’. I saw it a mile away, but since neither of you were making a move, I decided to ‘shoot my shot’ as they say.”

Plagg figured that’s how it was, but Adrien was gawking at her from inside the pocket. She knew?? And she didn’t tell him?! 

“I suppose I should have expected this conversation as well. But I appreciate your insight. I think you’re right. I just want a boyfriend.” She shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t have to be you.” 

Plagg sighed again. “Thank you, Kagami.” 

“No, thank you, Adrien. Thank you for breaking this off before I got too invested. You know how much I hate wasting time.” And with that, she walked off. 

Once she was out of earshot, Plagg whistled lowly. “Whoa, burn. Dodged a bullet there, pal.” 

“The time we spent together was not a waste!” Adrien protested. “Anytime spent with friends should be cherished!” 

Plagg cupped him in his hand, rubbing right between the ears. “Hey, come on kid. She didn’t mean it like that. She can be as cool and calm as she wanted, but she’s still hurt. But I swear, it’s better for both of you this way, especially since you’re in love with Marinette.” 

“I know…it just…sucks.” 

“Sure it does. But it won’t forever.” Then he popped him back inside the pocket. “Come on! Let’s meet up with the others! We have some shopping to do!” 

“What are we shopping for, exactly?”

“Tools to use to piss off your old man.” 

“Uh, been there, done that?” 

“Oh no, my teeny tiny friend, we have much left to do. Much left.” 

—

“Touching me…”

“Touching you…”

“SWEET CAMEMBERT! BAH BAH BAH—“

“Now,” Nino interrupted their little impromptu karaoke down the sidewalk, “my English might not be very good, but I’m pretty sure it’s ‘Sweet Caroline’ not ‘Sweet Camembert.’”  

“Aw,” Plagg waved his hand. “It’s not important what the lyrics are, it’s just important that you feel the song.”

Nino, as a DJ, looked aghast. “Of course it’s important to know the lyrics! Why do you think they’re written that way?”

“Relax, I love making cheese parodies of songs. I’m not going to go to Jagged Stone and argue that my lyrics are better.” 

“Um…since when do you make cheese parodies? And aren’t you like, low key lactose intolerant?”

“Allergies can’t stop the cheese, my friend. Why do you think I take so many bathroom breaks?” 

Adrien pinched him from inside the pocket, but Plagg just swatted him back. Did he not see the opportunity he was just given? A perfect cover for when he had to go fight akumas!

All he had to do was become the weird cheese kid. Such were the sacrifices of being a hero. 

“Oh!” Marinette exclaimed as they walked past a boutique. “That is adorable!” She stared at a dress in the window. 

Plagg’s ears metaphorically perked up and he swooped in to make a move. He laid an arm on her shoulder. “Oh, yes Marinette, that’s extremely cute. I think it would look nice on you! Can I buy it for you?” He gave her a smooth smile. 

Adrien facepalmed in his pocket. 

“What! You want to—for me? No! No…I can certainly make it on my own!” She snapped a picture of the dress. “I think I could find a print I like better too.” 

Plagg was not deterred. “Oh, then perhaps I could buy the fabric for you? It’s not often that I get to buy things for my friends!” 

“Dude, you bought us lunch today.” Said Nino, with some concern. “You okay? Like…you’re not going to start giving away your personal belongings, are you?”

“No, unless I have something you want? A video game perhaps?”

“Stop it. You’re freaking me out.” 

This actually did give Plagg pause. In all his experience of human history, supplementing friendships with presents was the easiest way to manipulate people. What was he doing wrong? Was Adrien not generous enough?

“You know…” Nino scratched the back of his head, “they say when your friends start being super nice and giving stuff away and talking about personal things…it’s a sign of them being suicidal.”

Adrien’s bite was sorely deserved, Plagg decided as he flinched. “No! No no, gods no!” He laughed awkwardly. “I just…decided to be a little more…generous?” 

Marinette laid a hand on his arm. “Adrien, never feel like you have to buy our friendship. We like spending time with you, no matter how we get it.” 

Plagg tightened his jaw. He knew what he had to do, but mushy-ness and feelings were his least favorite thing in the world. 

He took her hand and held it. “Thank you Marinette. I love you, all of you. It’s so important to me that I get to spend time with you too, and I’m happiest when I’m with my friends. I just wanted to show my appreciation.”

Nino sniffled and wiped his eyes. “We love you too man.” 

Slam dunk.

—

The shopping trip went splendidly. His target was horribly gaudy clothes that would offend his father. He used Marinette as a litmus test. If she gaped in shock, it was perfect. 

Most of his purchases ended up being cheap tourist shirts, ‘Hawaiian’ shirts as they were often referred to. 

After the initial shock of Plagg subjecting them to the eye sores, it started to turn into a game. 

“Look Adrien! This one’s got little  croissants on it!” Marinette said with glee. 

“I love it,” Plagg stated, holding it up to Adrien’s body in the mirror. “But, all of these shirts are still just a little too normal. I think it’ll piss my dad off, but it’s not enough to push him into absolutely indignant.”

Marinette shrugged. “I mean, we are in Paris, the fashion capital of the world.” 

Nino was the one that held up two shirts together. “I mean, you could wear these two at the same time.” One was a sunset orange, and the other was a vibrant Microsoft Blue Screen of death blue. It was painful to look at them next to each other.

Marinette made a loud, gasp, it almost sounded like a honk. “Nino.” 

“What? I thought we were going for gaudy?” 

“We are, we are, you’re a genius!” 

“I mean, of course I am, but what did I do?” 

She took the two shirts and examined the seams. “I might doom myself, but I can separate these shirts and re-sew them. Basically, making two new shirts!” 

Plagg laughed maniacally. “Oh Marinette, my dear, that’s downright diabolical!” 

Marinette blushed, but she smiled proudly. “I can probably do a couple of these shirts, as long as they’re the same style. It might take me a few days—“ 

Plagg hugged her from the side and kissed her cheek loudly and obnoxiously. “That would be amazing! Thank you Marinette!” 

Gauging by the way the girl melted into the floor, Plagg assumed he had scored a few points. 

—

[asteriismos]

Hold Me Tight or Don’t -- Bill Denbrough

Warning(s) : athletic! bill, SMUT, angst, sexual tension, enemies to lovers, slight choking if you squint

Authors Note : It’s my first time writing in a v long time so hopefully all the dust is brushed off my keyboard lol. Requests are open! I do smut, fluff, angst, imagines, short blurbs, head canons, etc. I also write for every character. Also, the reader and bill are seventeen here in their senior year of high school ok ok so don’t COME FOR ME

Songs to Listen to : Hold Me Tight or Don’t -- Fall Out Boy, Bitch -- Allie X, Often -- The Weeknd

If there is one thing that you knew for certain, it’s that you absolutely loathed Bill Denbrough.

It wasn’t just a small ‘that guy is a jerk’ or ‘I wouldn’t hang out with him outside of school’ kind of thing. No, it was a ‘I would literally pay to see his car burn, no scratch that, I would pay to burn his car’ kind of thing. To you there wasn’t a redeemable quality about him at all, your life would be just fine if he didn’t even exist.

The frustrating thing was that Bill’s mother and your mother were best friends, they have been since they were in high school. Meaning that when they found out they were pregnant at the same time, they vowed to make their babies almost like siblings. Bill and you have been hanging out since you were three days old. At first it was fine, you two seemed to get along just fine for a boy and a girl.

That was until both of you were entering first grade. The two of you were walking to the front door of the Elementary School and he pushed you out of the way, yelling at you that you were ‘in his way’ and that you were ‘a stupid girl.’ It was totally uncalled for, your six year old self cried for days on end because of your seemingly best friends rude behavior. You vowed that you would hate him, that he was the stupid one. But you didn’t want to disappoint your mother, neither did he. So you two secretly began hating each other, only playing nice when your families were around.

That started in first grade, and it was now your senior year of high school where nothing has really changed. Both of you did your own separate things in school. You were part of the student body and was a cheerleader, while he played football, lacrosse, and his personal favorite, baseball. You two still played nice around your families, always giving fake smiles towards each other whenever your mothers wanted to have dinner together. What made it even worse was that now both of your fathers were best friends too, meaning in the summer there were barbecues and ‘family baseball games.’ You always chose to sit out, considering sports were definitely not your thing. Bill called you an array of names like ‘buzzkill’ and ‘sour puss’ for never joining in, not that you cared anyways. You would spit out nicknames right back at him.

It seemed like nothing was going to ever bring you two together.

It was the middle of spring, your senior year. You had been busy sending in college applications for a whole two weeks now, while also juggling your cheer practices and your performances during lacrosse games. The same lacrosse games that Bill always seemed to win for the team. You felt your teeth clench every time someone would mention how perfect Bill was to her. There was nothing worse than an enemy that was constantly trying to one up you, though you had the upper hand in academics at the moment, considering you had a solid A in AP Biology and Bill was sitting with a B+. The terrible thing was that your parents didn't even seem to see that you were better than him, they always continued to praise Bill.

That’s what was happening right now at the dinner table. It was a Friday evening right after the lacrosse game. Bill was still wearing his jersey and you were still sporting your cheerleading uniform. You could've gone up to your room and changed, considering all of you were dining at your house this week, but you were too hungry to even change. Doing kicks and flips were good calorie burners, you had to admit.

“You completely swept that game, Bill,” your mother swooned, passing over the bowl of pasta to your rival. You tried not to physically gag. “You have a really good shot at getting a scholarship to California with the way that you play.”

Of course, your parents could talk to Bill about college, but when you brought it up they would just tell you that they would talk to you about it another day.

“Thank you, Mrs. (Y/L/N),” Bill replied, turning his gaze towards you. He could sense that you wanted to vomit with all the mushy gushy comments towards him, and let me tell you, he was eating it up. He loved to see you annoyed, he enjoyed it more than he probably should. “And must I say, this dinner is great. One of my favorites.”

You snorted so violently that you began to cough on the salad you were eating. Everyone at the table reverted their attention to you, now trying to get oxygen back into your lungs after your coughing fit.

“Is something wrong there, (Y/N)?” Bill asked, pretending to be worried for your well being. He raised an eyebrow with a smirk on his face. Instead of spitting some sort of insult at his face, you composed yourself and stood up, quickly mumbling that you needed to be excused so you could go start your homework. Your mother looked a little confused, but nodded her head and said that that was fine with her.

Once you were upstairs in your room, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You were definitely not a six year old girl anymore. Your slightly chubby baby fat legs had been replaced with long, muscular ones from all of the conditioning in cheer. Your face had gotten slimmer and you replaced your glasses with contacts in the seventh grade. You had to admit, you got hot.

You were just about to raise up your top when the door opened, Bill walking inside your room like he owned the place. Sure, he had been to your house and in your room many times over the years, but that didn’t mean that he could just waltz in here. You had been changing, and you knew that if he had seen anything, he would’ve given you shit about it until the day you died.

“Jesus, do you know how to knock, or does your jock brain not know decent manners?” You spat towards him, turning around to get the embarrassed blush off your face. You heard him close the door and walk farther into your room. “I was just about to change.” You turned around to face him.

Bill scoffed, his eyes rolling as he looked towards you. “Oh please, it’s not like you would’ve minded. Any girl would love to have me walk in on them changing. And I know for a fact that you’re not excluded from the mix, (Y/N),” he replied snarkily.

You couldn’t believe the things that came out of his mouth half the time. The fucking prick.

“In case you haven't noticed, Bill, I’m not pretending to hate you because I secretly like you. I actually, genuinely hate your guts,” you stated.

“You’re such a prude.”

“I am not!”

“Yes you are. Name one party that you’ve gone to this year. That’s right, you can’t-” you opened your mind to try and intrude but he didn't let you, saying,”- and you can’t give me that ‘I haven’t been invited’ bullshit. I know for a fact that you have. Hell, you’re part of the cheerleader squad. I even know that Beverly has tried to get you to at least three parties this month.”

So what? You thought to yourself. Why did Bill even care. It’s not like if you were there he would talk to you anyways. He was just trying to get under your skin.

“What’s your point, Denbrough? Keeping tabs on me now? I’m flattered,” you didn’t even meet his gaze, instead you just walked to sit down at your desk, beginning to take your textbooks out of your overfilling backpack. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but we’re not friends. You’ve made that really clear over the years.”

He grabbed the seat you were sitting on and spun it to face him. His face was dangerously close to yours, you could feel the hot air he breathed out on your face. You licked your lips out of habit, and you could've sworn for a moment that his eyes glanced down at them, until they were back to meeting your own. You wanted to kick him away from you, but the way that he was looking at you was enough to keep you still in your seat.

“My point is,” Bill whispered. “That Richie is throwing a party tomorrow night and to prove that you’re not a prude, go to it. Simple.”

You wanted to tell him no, that you were not in the right mood to go to a party, especially when you had college stuff to do. You had a feeling that Bill wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so for some stupid reason, you muttered a quiet ‘fine.’

Bill grinned, nodding his head.

His mother called for him so that they could leave, and suddenly he was out of your room and outside of your house. You still sat there, a dumbfounded look on your face. And all you could think about was how hot your skin felt against your suddenly tight cheer uniform.

-- The Next Day --

“Come on, (Y/N). Please just get out of the car,” Beverly begged, opening the passengers door of her car where you were seated, her hands pulling you out of her car. You two were outside Richie’s house, late by a good half hour because you threw a fit about what you were even supposed to wear to this party. At this point Bill probably assumed that you weren't going to show up, there were most likely voicemails on your phones answering machine calling you a prude about fifty million times.

This was going to be a big ‘fuck you’ in his face.

Finally, with the help of Stan and Eddie, Beverly got you out of her car and walking to the entrance of the crazy party. You were dressed in a black tank top with checkered shorts and belt, your hair up in a high ponytail so it wouldn’t get in your way when you danced. Once you entered the house you looked around for Bill, butterflies entering your stomach for no apparent reason. You punched yourself in the stomach slightly, wondering why the hell your body was reacting the way it was.

You walked into the kitchen with Bev and saw Bill with Richie, doing what seemed to be shots. Bill finished his line and saw you, a grin the size of Jupiter appearing on his face.

“You two are unbelievable sometimes,” Bev said to Bill and Richie once they walked towards you and her. Richie was obviously fucked up, not just on alcohol but definitely weed as well. You could practically sense the great hangover that awaited him in the morning.

“Oh come on, Bev. You know for a fact that you’re going to be just as bad as Richie in an hour or so,” Bill stated in a matter of fact tone. The music was booming so loud that it was hard to even understand him. You looked at his lips to try and make out the next words he was speaking, but that action caught his attention, he quickly looked towards you with the same smirk he had on in your room just last night. “You should take some pointers from her, (Y/N), she knows how to party, unlike you.”

You were about to swing, you truly were. You were so fed up by his snarky remarks towards you and this was the greatest opportunity to jump him. There were no parents, no teachers, no one even remotely able to pull you off of him once you were there. However, Beverly could sense the tension and quickly spun you away, screaming over the music, “Cool, thanks Bill! We’re going to go dance now.”

She whispered in your ear, “You’re going to get yourself in so much trouble someday when I’m not here. Now, come on. Try to enjoy yourself.”

The next twenty minutes were dedicated to Bev and you dancing. At some point Stan and Mike joined in and suddenly all of you two were laughing and giggling at the stupid dance moves you were all making up. You had to admit, you were having a good time. Finally you could feel yourself let go of all of that rage you had all day and hang out with your closest friends. You forgot that Bill was even there.

That was, until you and Stan started jokingly grinding on each other and you felt a pull on your arm. The force was so strong that you were pulled into the arms of whoever had taken you away from your friends.

“What the fuck, get off of me, creep!” You yelled, turning around to see who the person you were about to sock in the eye was. And much to your annoyance, it was Bill. “Can’t you just leave me alone for one day? First you invite me to this fucking party, and now you won’t even let me party.” He was becoming more of a significant annoyance by the second.

“Come with me, (Y/N).”

“No, what the fuck?”

“I need to talk to you, come on,” he grabbed your hand and pulled your out of the crowd and into the first empty room that he could find. It was Richies parents room, clean and very big. It was surprising that no one had come in here yet to mess it all up.

Bill shut the door behind both of you and looked down at you, you who was now fuming with anger.

“Now that you have me trapped in here, Bill. What the fuck do you want with me?” You yelled, the odds of someone hearing was slim, considering the loud ass music in the background and the sounds of teenagers yelling over it.

“You. You and Stanley? Really (Y/N)?” He asked. “You two can't be together.”

You laughed, genuinely laughed at how stupid he sounded. “Stan and I were just messing around. Since when are you allowed to tell me who I can and can’t dance with? You’re not my fucking babysitter. You’re not my boyfriend.”

Bill got closer and closer to you, his gaze never leaving your own. He laughed, “You know, you’re so aggravating. You never can go one second without insulting me.”

“Says you! You’re not much better. Don’t act like you’re on some high horse, like you’re the victim.” He was so fucking unbelievable.

And suddenly, without any warning, Bill was pressing his lips against your own. You were so shocked that you jumped away, your eyes widening at the sudden contact. What the fuck was happening? Why was Bill kissing you?

And why did you kind of really like it?

You grabbed his face and kissed him again, your body clashing right into his. The reverb of the bass in the song playing outside seemed to set the hot and heavy mood that suddenly came into the room. Bill’s hands didn't hesitate to come to the small of your back, his body engulfing you. He was taller than you and no doubt stronger, so when he started walking towards the bed, leading you as you walked backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed.

Both of you fell onto the bed, him falling onto you, the hotness of your contact almost burning your fingertips. He stopped kissing your lips and instead began to kiss down your jawline, down to the nape of your neck but stopping at the beginnings of your tank top. Bill looked up at you suggestively and you had to stop yourself from groaning, of course he was going to fucking tease you, of course.

“You can take it off, you know,” You said finally, lifting the hem of your tank top to help him get started. He laughed, saying, “Damn, pushy much?”

He was such a dick, even in this position that both of you were in. But instead of feeling hate towards his snarky remark, you felt lust. Cockiness never looked better on the Denbrough boy.

He pulled up your tank top to reveal your breasts, and his mouth and hands got to work right away. He licked and sucked, then repeated the process until you were a sputtering mess, your cheeks flaring up at the thought of someone you’ve known since childhood seeing you in such a vulnerable position.

“You know, (Y/N), you actually aren't that bad in this position,” Bill mumbled across your skin, going lower down your stomach and looking up at you to see your reaction. You didn't want to moan, because you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of the fact that he was pleasuring you. But you couldn't help yourself, you were a moaning mess. Your hands helped his own with your belt buckle and the zipper of your jeans. You quickly pulled them off and threw them god knows where, watching him pull down your black panties. He came up from in between your legs and kissed you again, one finger suddenly entering inside you. You moaned into his mouth, spewing out a few curse words here and there when he entered another finger, and then another one.

He made marks on your collarbone, on your neck, everywhere that he could mark you he did. His fingers never stopping the constant in and out motion. Bill, the person you absolutely hated, was making you come undone like it was nothing.

You had closed your eyes, your hands going into his hair and pulling when he did something that you liked. But the motion stopped, his fingers came out and never re entered. You wined a little bit, until feeling hot breath against your heat.

“Oh,” you said out loud. He chuckled before diving in, his tongue licking against your clit. The immense wave of pleasure you felt was over you made you almost scream out. He continued this while one hand came up to play with your breasts while the other one entered you again with two fingers. With the amount of pressure he was putting in his motions, you knew you weren't going to last very long. He must’ve known this too, because when your moans got higher and more frequent, he said in a deep voice, “come undone for me, baby.”

And you did. You were a moaning mess, and his tongue was quick to lick up all of you before coming up, looking at the toll that he has done to you so far. You opened up your eyes to meet his own and gave him a confused look. Was he going to continue? Or leave you there to deal with the mess he made of you by yourself?

“You’re still fully clothed, this is no fair,” you muttered, pulling at his blue shirt. Bill only laughed, pulling off his shirt to reveal his abs. You really didn't want to admit it, but Bill was ripped. All those sports seemed to be paying off . . .

“Are you going to stare all day or do you want me to fuck you?” Bill asked, his tone darker and darker than it usually was. You nodded, watching him take off the rest of his clothing. Both of you sat there looking at each other before you began to laugh for no real reason.

“Is this funny or something?” Bill asked, an eyebrow popping up.

“No, it’s just that you and I have known each other since birth, and now we’re about to fuck,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. He himself laughed a small bit before laying his body on top of your own, slamming into you with no hesitation. All your previous thoughts washed away in an instant and you were in a world of ecstasy.

Bill was rather large, larger than you had ever had before. So it took you a moment to adjust to him and finally feel the pleasure of having him inside of you. Your hands went to his shoulders and surprisingly his went to your neck, pinning you down so that you couldn't move. It caught you off guard at first, but you realized that it was super hot to have his muscular hands around your small, delicate neck. You moaned out loudly as you got closer and closer to your high.

“You like that, don’t you?” Bill asked in a cocky tone. “My hands on your neck, controlling you. Who knew you were so kinky?”

You hated to admit that you liked what he was saying.

The quick pace he was going at drew you closer and closer, until you were seeing stars and coming undone under Bill for the second time. He was quick to follow, orgasming and then laying down on top of you. The room smelled of sex, hot and sweaty sex.

You and Bill had hot sex. The thought didn’t even feel real.

Your bodies were almost glued to each other from the sweat, until Bill peeled off you and stood up, looking for his clothing that had been strewn around the room. You were quick to follow, finding your shirt, belt, and shorts. Your underwear had landed on top of the mirror, and as you went to go grab them, you looked at yourself in the mirror. There were marks everywhere on your body. They were on your neck, jawline, collarbone, breasts, and stomach. There were probably more in between your legs as well. Grabbing the underwear, you finally got dressed and tried to make yourself look semi presentable, despite the obvious hickies you couldn't hide with your previous choice in attire for the evening. You stood behind Bill as he went to open the door, however he stopped and turned to look at you, his lips nearing your ear, saying,

“You know (Y/N), you may be a bitch. But you’re sweet, where it counts.”

And with that he was off into the crowd, you lost him within seconds with all the people.

That dick, you thought to yourself, I can’t believe he just left.

You would get him back for that, you just didn't quite know how just yet.

[shigarakis-fifth-hand]

KiriBaku; Bakugo’s Birthday

Bakugo doesn’t like birthdays. They’re never about him, which is supposed to be the point. That is... until Kirishima pays him a visit.

It was Bakugo’s birthday, the day that he hated the most in the world. Where all of his annoying classmates would horribly attempt to sing to him and give him a store bought cake which he would eat out of pity, even though he had never been a sweets kinda guy. It didn’t matter though, his birthday wasn’t really about him.

His birthday had never been about him. It would be about which friend would give you the greatest present, and then they’d come trash your room, eat your cake, and leave. Then you’d do it again the next year.

For once Bakugo wanted to spend the day by himself, treating himself... making it about only him. 

Bakugo was laying on his bed, a wet, cold towel on his forehead to try to get rid of the headache from that morning. Denki had brought down a cake, and everyone had sung to Bakugo. Then he had spent the next hour opening boxes filled with things that he would definitely return to the store, and had snuck away to his room when nobody had been looking.

The worst part was that his boyfriend Kirishima had been running errands, and hadn’t been there. Kirishima was the only one who he could stand in this class, and he hadn’t been there. It secretly hurt Bakugo, but he ignored the sad feeling in his heart and tried to relax. He just wanted Kirishima in that moment.

*knock knock*

“BakuBabe! Open up!” Bakugo sat up slowly and walked to his door, opening it to see his boyfriend Kirishima smiling. Walking in, Kirishima handed a bag to Bakugo. “Happy birthday!” He grinned widely as Bakugo shut the door, locked it and took the bag from his hand.

“Why weren’t you there this morning?” Bakugo murmured sadly, holding the bag behind his back. “Aww Babe, I had to go pick up your present. I had it custom made.” Bakugo sadly smiled, putting the bag on the table next to him. “I don’t need a gift... I need you.” Kirishima could barely get a word out before Bakugo crashed his lips into his boyfriend’s. 

“B-Bakugo. It’s in the m-middle of the day, what’s up?” Kirishima asked flustered, knowing what this was leading to. He wasn’t against it, but it was a shock. Bakugo didn’t get horny much, but right now his erection was sticking out like crazy.

“It also happens to be my birthday Shitty Hair. And you missed some of it. Make it up to me.” Bakugo smirked as Kirishima pressed his lips to Katsuki’s, using his hand against Bakugo’s head to deepen the kiss. Between the moans, lust filled eye contact, and their tongues fighting for dominance, the two were now both shirtless.

“Let’s go all the way Shitty Hair.” Bakugo murmured into Kiri’s ear, nipping at it slightly, making the red head hard. Only in Eijiro’s dreams had he imagines such words coming from the blond next to him. The two of them had been teasing around the idea of sex for so long, but they had only done the hickeys, shirtless make out sections, and whenever Bakugo rubbed his hand on Eijiro’s cock through his pants in the middle of class just to make him hard and mess with him.

“Y-yea.” Kirishima murmured, smashing his lips back into his boyfriend’s. They were just 18, but it felt so right. They both were absolutely crazy for each other in every way possible, and they craved each other’s taste like nothing they had ever felt before.

As Bakugo moved his lips to Kiri’s neck, sucking hard and tenderly, Kirishima undid both of their belts, letting their pants slide to the floor. Bakugo pinned Kirishima to the wall, sucking the heck out of his neck as Kiri moaned, pulling and twisting Bakugo’s hair with his left hand while his right explored his rock hard core.

So perfect...

Bakugo’s lips moved to Kiri’s for a minute, leaving a string of saliva between the two before Bakugo moved his mouth down Kiri’s neck and to his chest. From there, Bakugo could see Kiri’s thumping, hard, desperate cock. It almost looked painful to look at.

“Oh yea... You like that?” Bakugo brushed his hand against it ever so slightly, watching it twist as Kirishima wiggled underneath him in desperation. “Please don’t tease. I thought... you said.” Bakugo smirked, kissing Kirishima sweetly.

“And I will. But it looks like you’re about to bust a nut just thinking about me fucking you. You slut.” Bakugo murmured into his ear, smiling as Kirishima’s face turned bright red. “P-please BakuBabe.” Kirishima begged as Bakugo moved him to the bed, carrying him with Kiri’s legs wrapped around his torso.

Slamming Kirishima into the bed, Bakugo stripped them both of their boxers, leaving Bakugo’s long cock exposed to him. Kirishima gulped in nervousness, realizing how painfully pleasurable it would be for him. He couldn’t wait.

“You’re going to be a mess when I’m done with you. Now, what’s the safe word?” Bakugo asked as Kirishima’s eyes widened. “Stop.” Kirishima mumbled, stumbling over his words as Bakugo nodded. “Now stay still... if you can.” Bakugo winked at Kirishima before beginning to pump Kirishima’s cock in and out.

“B-b-Ba-oh my god.” Kirishima immediately melted, arching his back in the unbelievable amount of pleasure he was in at the moment. “That’s right. Moan for me Baby.” Bakugo grinned, pumping more and more. “Now you’re going to cum when I say to. You got that?” Bakugo asked as Kirishima nodded hesitantly before he grabbed Kirishima and flipped him over, bending him over.

“Remember the safe word Baby.” Bakugo murmured as Kiri gulped nervously, nodding as he got ready. He was excited, horny, nervous, and slightly scared. That’s always how he was with Bakugo though.

Before Kirishima could brace himself, Bakugo slowly pushed himself into Kirishima. “Bakugo!” Kiri yelled, hoping that everyone was downstairs still. Bakugo didn’t though. They deserved to know what he’d rather do on his birthday. The hickies up and down Kirishima’s neck wasn’t enough for Bakugo. H needed more, and what better day than his birthday. 

What better way than to trade virginities with the love of his life? He surely couldn’t think of one. He loved Kiri with his heart, soul, and body, and Kirishima deserved to know it. Just not verbally. Bakugo needed to show him that even if Bakugo wasn’t verbally mushy gushy, he felt all those things on the inside.

“H-h-harder!” Kirishima yelled, gripping the bed sheets tightly, snapping Bakugo out of his train of thought. Quickly, Bakugo pulled out and pushed back into Kirishima numerous times, going in deeper every time. “B-b-Bakugo!” Kirishima yelled, not saying the safe word. He wanted more, which Bakugo loved.

“Good baby. Look into my eyes while you scream my name.” Bakugo smiled, as Kirishima looked at him, his eyes tearing up. Pounding in and out, faster and faster until the both of them were on the edge of a climax.

“I’m gonna-” Before Bakugo could finish his sentence, he cummed inside of Kirishima. Kirishima stopped breathing for a second, feeling his insides become warm and fuzzy, still throbbing from Bakugo. “Stop!” Kirishima yelled as Bakugo immediately pulled out, rolling off of Kiri and laying next to him. “You did good baby. Let me finish you.” He whispered gently as Bakugo picked up Kirishima and brought him to the edge of the bed.

“Y-you don’t have to BakuBabe. It’s okay, I don’t need-” Kirishima couldn’t talk anymore as Bakugo licked his tip. “No, I made you hold it in when you pleasured me. I’m going to do the same to you now.” Bakugo slowly took Kirishima into his mouth, sucking and licking as Kiri moaned, holding Bakugo’s head tightly, bobbing it up and down though.

Bakugo didn’t mind though, he was going to make Kirishima feel like he was on top of the world. Bakugo bobbed his head up and down, until he was throat deep in Kirishima’s entire cock. Kiri would have been impressed, but he was too much of a moaning mess to even notice. 

“Bakugo, I’m going to cum!” Kirishima exclaimed as Bakugo nodded his head up and down, before cum shot down his throat. He swallowed it in one instant before getting off his knees, walking over to Kirishima, and picking him up bridal style. “You did so good Baby.” He laid a tired, overwhelmed Kirishima on the bed, tucking himself and his boyfriend into the bed.

“I l-love you Bakugo.” Kirishima murmured, nestling his face into Bakugo’s chest and almost laying on top of him. Bakugo smiled, kissing Kirishima’s forehead and wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling him close.

“I love you Kirishima. I love you more than anyone on this entire planet.”

Just something I wrote last minute for Bakugo’s birthday!! Love you all! Stay safe! <3

[racingtowardsaredlight]

Joe Mazzello NSFW Alphabet

Warning: This contains SMUT and like a lot of it so be v v prepared 

Y’all thirsty for this but so am I so let’s do it

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Joe might be 50% chaos but he’s also 50% cuteness so you bet his goofy ass is snuggling you while also cracking jokes. I also get the feeling that he’s the type who likes to make jokes with you about the sex you just previously had like maybe you make fun of him for being so sensitive (ticklish) on his thighs and he’s just like “yeah okay but at least I don’t like getting choked ya kinky fuck” and then you guys just roast each other and snuggle until you eventually fall asleep

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

So when it comes to sex, Joe definitely loves his arms. He doesn’t spend multiple days in the gym during the week working his arms just so he looks good in leather jackets no no no, he spends all that time getting built so he can pin you down while he eats you out or hold you up against the wall while he takes you just about anywhere and anytime he wants. He used to like his hips the most (mostly because of the noises he’d get out of you when he slammed into you from behind) but one somewhat drunken night you went on for a solid hour about how turned on you got when you saw his arms and then they just became his favorite since you loved them so much.

His favorite body part of yours was definitely your tits. Speaking of drunken confessions, Joe once slurred out how much he wanted fuck your tits - which would be super sexy except for the fact that it was at a very public bar and in front of Ben and Gwil (who were too drunk to care at the time but definitely brought it up again). You did eventually let him have his way with your chest days later, but not without a proper scolding and then poking fun at him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person) (i am so sorry for the FILTH that is this paragraph like w o w )

We already know Joe loves your boobs so obviously he loves to finish on them. Especially after you’ve blown him, his cum hitting your chest is just icing on the cake for him. However, when it came to taking your relationship to the next level (i.e. wanting kids/ baby making time), Joe loved to cum inside of you. He loved when you’d ride him, his orgasm hitting him like a ton of bricks and then watching as you pulled off of him while his cum dripped out of you. If he wasn’t already fucked out, that did him in.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Clothed sex. The man may be 36 but damn it if he doesn’t love to feel like a horny teenager again, fooling around with you whenever he could. The fact that you can rile him up without ever shedding a layer both stunned him and made him want to fuck you even more. The very few times you made him cum in his pants, Joe was pretty sure he was 18 all over again and also thought he might have seen heaven with how hard and fast you could make him cum and mess his very expensive trousers. He wishes it happened more often but he’d never say a word to you (bc dirt secret duh)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You take one look at that man and you try and TELL ME he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He could make you cum in SECONDS if he wanted to.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

If he’s feeling fast and freaky: Joe loved to either bend you over any surface he could find (he’d settle for holding you against the wall if a counter or tabletop didn’t see fit to his requirements) OR he’d lie back and let you ride him and have your way with him.

If he’s feeling in love/soft: Joey boy loves some vanilla sex. Missionary. Hand holding. Eye contacts. I love you’s. All the mushy gushy stuff. He eats that up and he knows you do too. The man loves to love so he does it right.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It doesn’t matter what kind of sex your having, fast, slow, quickie, or all-day long, Joe will always be a goofball. The first time you guys had sex, he was so nervous that he tried to crack a joke just to ease the tension and it made the both of you laugh so hard that you had to take a break. Needless to say, Joe’s humor in bed kept you guys grounded, and it just made you love your chaotic, goofy boy even more.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

He’s well-groomed. Nothing too crazy and he isn’t completely stripped either. Just nicely trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

As mentioned in F, Joe likes a mushy gushy moment, but every sexual moment had some sort of soft intimacy at some point just like it had some type of goofy moment. Joe adores you and he never wants to let you forget it, so even if he’s railing you against a bathroom counter at some fancy LA party, he’ll still look you in the eyes and tell you how much he loves you before and after you both cum.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Whenever Joe had to go away for work, he’d always FaceTime call you so you could lend him a virtual hand. On the days you were anticipating the calls (he’d text you a pic of his not so little problem tenting his boxers with the caption “FaceTime?” and like ten prayer emojis) you’d get out a little lingerie and something to cover up with. Some days you’d throw a big tshirt over yourself to look like you weren’t all dolled up underneath while other days you’d opt for a silky robe or one of Joe’s Yankees jerseys, the latter of which drove him absolutely wild. While he loved to watch you get off while he did too, you always insisted that he was more stressed out so he should be the one who comes first. This was always a relief for Joe as he’d be incredibly worked up before he called you so just seeing your face had him nearly cumming on the spot. On days he couldn’t FaceTime you, he’d pull out the polaroids you took of the two of you during one of your all night escapades and envision that you were there with him, touching him the ways you always did so perfectly.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Joe is a chaotic being so of course he’d be quite... adventurous. He loved the idea of public sex/ getting you off whenever and wherever he could. The fancier the place, the quicker he’d be trying to get his hands up your dress or have your mouth on his cock in whatever bathroom or hallway he could find. 

He’s also big on nicknames. He preferred giving you them but he never complained when “Joey” passed your lips. His favorites for you were “princess”, “darling”, and “baby” though when you two were getting especially frisky “you little minx” might pop out. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

While he was adventurous, Joe still thinks nothing beats good ole fashioned bedroom sex. The way you looked sprawled out on his bed sheets, hair splayed around your face, the soft light of his nightstand lamp making you look ethereal - yeah, there was no greater sight to Joe. Nothing else could compare to the absolute bliss that came from taking you in his bed and then holding you close, never having to switch locations from love-making to cuddling. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Cliche as it sounds, everything you do gets him hard. Joe sometimes thinks he has a real problem, seeing as just the sight of you bending over to pick up something has him adjusting himself or taking you right then and there. But what really gets his cock hard is when you tease him, soft caresses over his jeans, whispering dirty things in his ear, anything you could do to allude to what was to come later got him harder than a rock and usually ended in him whimpering to you and begging for you to touch him.

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Joe would never do anything to hurt you or degrade you. Aside from some light mid-sex spanking, Joe would never hurt you on purpose or call you any type of name that was less than your character.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think it’s a toss up for which he prefers more. You mouth on his cock, sucking him dry while he moans like a goddamn pornstar was always top notch; but hearing you cry out his name and tug on his hair while he gives you as many orgasms with his mouth as he could managed have even brought him over the edge quite a few times. So Joe sees these as pretty evenly stacked bets, but he thinks if he really had to choose, your pleasure would beat his in the end. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

Joe’s default setting on sex was always and will always be set to soft and sweet. Not too slow, not too fast, just the right pace to have you to both losing your minds while also feeling incredibly intimate. These setting changed of course based on his and your moods. Stressful days called for fast and rough while morning sex was reserved was slow and sweet loving.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Quickies for Joe were like grabbing a bag of chips instead of eating the full meal. Yes they were delicious and satisfying enough to tide him over, but they were never the real deal and thus he always craved something more substantial. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Joe’s game to experiment but only after talking it over and making sure there was mutual want and consent for the experiments in question. As you relationship progressed, he’d get bolder and definitely be more spontaneous as long as you were down too.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Joe usually surprised you with just how long he could last. While there were quite a few occasions in which Joe came sooner than expected (what can he say? you knew how to work him up), he almost always held out until he was fully inside of you and you were on the brink of your final orgasm. On the nights where he was too worked up and came much sooner than expected, giving himself a few extra minutes of working you up and hearing you beg him for more usually got him going again. Needless to say, his stamina was pretty damn good.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Joe didn’t own any toys himself but when he found out how fast you could lose control with a vibrator on your clit, well, Joe made sure to grab a few different kinds for future use. He mostly used them on you, but he’d be lying if he said he’d never used them on himself (See W for more details...)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Joe is a pretty straight to the point kind of guy so he’s not one teasing. He leaves that job to you since you seemed to do it so well. There were moments when he’d lightly tease you, usually when he went down on you. He’d run his beard along your thighs, plant open mouth kisses on your lower stomach, and - his favorite form of teasing - he’d leave hickies just about anywhere he could before finally allowing his mouth to touch where you needed it most.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Joe is LOUD and I will take no arguments on the matter. (note that one borhap interview where he just openly fucking whimpered like hi sir where is your self control) He loved to make noise and let you know just how goddamn good you made him feel. His noises could range from whimpers to moans of your name, and he’d always have some string of cuss words to accompany ever grunt and groan that fell from his lips.

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Joe knew just how much you loved your vibrator so one day he decided to try it for himself. In his defense, you left it in his suitcase from your last weekend getaway and Joe happened to find it just as he was getting ready for bed while away for filming. Knowing you couldn’t FaceTime that night, he made himself comfy in his bed, pulled your pictures out to rile himself up and went to town. The absolute euphoria he felt when he let the vibrator, set to its lowest level, graze the head of his cock was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. It only took him a few minutes of stroking himself while he pressed the vibrator to the base of his dick just above his balls before he was cumming hard and fast, eyes closed and whimpering your name. It was almost too much for him and Joe decided that he’d store that option away for when he was really desperate and needed to get off quick (or just when you were there and could help him feel even more risky).

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

I have been waiting to talk about this because there is just a way that Joe carries himself and speaks that have had me saying on many occasions “WE GET IT JOE YOU HAVE A BIG DICK” and I firmly believe the man is packing some serious heat. I understand the use of cups and their way of accentuating things but if you look at him in Undrafted, like, that’s a pretty big cup my guy and those things are meant to fit a certain way and like hug so... I’m just saying... *insert the eyes emoji like six times*

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think he’s got a pretty moderate sex drive. He’s always down when you are but there are plenty of other things he like to do besides dick you down. Joe’s got the biggest boner for domestic bliss so even if you’re not jumping each other’s bones he’s still perfectly happy. He has his moments when he absolutely aches for your touch but those are usually when he’s been gone filming too long or when you’ve been teasing him relentlessly.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s not one to pass out immediately afterwards, but he’s definitely a tired boy. Joe makes sure to take proper care of you, cleaning you up and making sure you’ve peed and that both of you have what you need before you pulls you in close and snuggles you. Sleeping isn’t the first thing on his mind after you two are done, in fact it might even be the last. He loves to hold you close and talk to you about anything and everything, all the while tracing patterns on your skin with his fingers or playing with your hair. Anything to have you close to him physically, emotionally, and mentally before you both finally drift off to sleep.

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY ALSO I FEEL LIKE SIN SO I AM SO SORRY FOR THE FILTH THAT JUST TOOK PLACE 

Tagging people who responded to my post about this so they can see it:

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Introducing Baby Holland - Part II

Request: Tom Holland and the reader do something like Kylie Jenner did for her baby announcement I just can’t get the idea out of my head.

A/N: Here is Part 2! Thank you guys for all the tremendous support on Part 1! I hope you all enjoy! xx

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warning: None

PART I

MASTERLIST

“I’m 36 weeks pregnant today,” Y/N smiled into the camera that Paddy was holding. She subconsciously rubbed her bump, which by now was very large and prominent, “it’s only a month until we get you to meet, baby.”

“Are you excited, Y/N?” Paddy too had a big smile on his face, excited to meet his niece or nephew, and no longer being the baby of the family.

“I’m so excited! And ready to not have to waddle everywhere anymore,” she replied and they both burst out into laughter. Paddy shook his head and turned off the camera.

Paddy had been eagerly enlisted by Y/N to help her keep a video diary of her whole pregnancy. It was just an idea that had popped into her head as she was falling asleep one night, early on into her pregnancy. This was a way that they would always remember the journey and it would be a good way to introduce everyone to the little surprise they had been hiding.

“What do you think it’s going to be?” the whole family had been placing their bets on whether it would be a boy or girl, with girl being the clear winner. Tom and Y/N had decided to keep it a surprise, only wanting their baby to be healthy.

“I don’t know, Paddy. Some days I’m sure it’s going to be a girl, but other times I’m sure it’s a boy,” she sighed fondly, “but we’ll find out soon enough.”

Y/N’s phone started buzzing on the coffee table and she eagerly tried to get to it as fast as she could - which wasn’t so fast anymore. She saw the Tom’s picture lighting up the screen, which made her heart soar.

“Hello love,” she was grinning from ear to ear as she answered the phone and plopped back onto the couch.

“Hello my darling,” she loved hearing his voice again, even though it had only been a day since she had heard it, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Really tired today and I’ve been wanting nothing but jalapenos the last few days. Your mum’s been so good though, putting them in everything,” she admitted shyly. She was more than thankful for Nikki and Dominic, they had been so helpful and kind to her. She had always left like a part of the family.

“Jalapenos? What is going on with this kid? he chuckled softly, “want some good news?”

“Yes!”

“I’m heading over tomorrow! My flight is leaving LA late tonight, so I’ll be there in the evening tomorrow,”

“It’s time already?!” she was more than ready to finally be with him again. They hadn’t seen each other much over the last few months, and she was glad he finally wrapped up filming, “I’m so happy, Thomas. I can’t wait to have you here. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me too, love, me too. I can’t wait to kiss you again..,among other things,” he said softly and Y/N felt her cheeks grew red even though no one else could hear his end of the conversation.

“Tom, you’re so bad,” she hissed at him enough she too couldn’t wait to be with again too.

“Sorry, babe. It’s just that, you know, I’m all sorts of in love with you.”

“I love you too. So much.”

“Cheer up, buttercup, it’s only one more day,” he could hear the longing in her voice, “I’m going to text mum and dad the details and they’ll pick me up, okay?”

“I’m sure me, Tessa, and the boys can hold down the fort. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Text me later?”

“Of course, love. I’ll see the both of soon,” he promised as slowly hit the end call button.

Y/N sighed and tapped the her phone against her chin. She was excited to see Tom again, but also nervous because that meant motherhood was inching closer and closer.

The last four months had been a huge challenge - trying to keep the pregnancy a secret was much harder than it seemed. The first half hadn’t been too hard, but once her bump was large and undeniable, it became much harder. Y/N wasn’t able to just throw on an oversized sweater anymore and get away with it.

That’s when she had become more of a recluse and remained inside more often than not, which wasn’t too bad since it was winter and the English was rainy more than anything.

It had seemed though, that no matter what she did, some rumors were unavoidable. They mostly involved tabloids claiming that Tom and Y/N had broken up, or were getting divorced since they were no longer living together. Little did they know that Y/N had simply gone to England to stay with the family. The few who did realize she had gone there, or had spotted her out, didn’t question it. They just assumed that Y/N had grown tired of being alone and moved in with family.

Overall, it had been quiet and made things very stress free - which in turn made her pregnancy an experience she had loved and cherished so far. The only real probing questions came from Tom’s fans who had starting questioned where Y/N was and why she hadn’t been a presence on his Instagram anymore.

Y/N received the same questions on hers, but she ignored all the questions, which for the most part were harmless enough. She occasionally posted some throwback pictures of herself and Tom, as well as pictures she captured of the Hollands boys, and Tessa of course.  

Y/N had been more than thankful for Tessa, she was a constant companion, and always calmed her down. She seemed just as excited as the rest of the family for the baby. She was always sniffing Y/N’s belly and acting protective around her. Their nighttime routine had become watching some Netflix on the couch, Tessa gently resting her head on Y/N’s belly. One night in, when Tessa was being especially affectionate, Y/N had pulled out the camera and filmed her.

“Tess, what are you doing girl?” she asked gently as Tessa started wagging her tail and making sounds back at her, “what? Are you protecting the baby?”

Tessa scooted closer to her and sniffed Y/N’s belly, “is that your new brother or sister?” She made a few more sounds more laying down and resting her on Y/N’s leg as she snuggled up to her.

“See baby, that’s your new sister,” Y/N stroked Tessa’s head gently as she kept the camera on her, “she’s just as excited to meet you as your daddy and I. It’ll be so soon!”

Y/N was excited to finally see all the footage that she, Tom, and various family members that captured come together. Luckily it would only be a few more weeks to wait.

Y/N was sitting on the couch mindlessly watching some TV but keeping her attention on her phone. Nikki and Dominic had already left for the airport to pick up Tom and now she was just waiting for a text from any of them to say they were on the way home. The wait was the worst part. She sighed and flipped the channel, watching it for a few seconds before getting bored and switching it again. She cast another glance at her phone - still nothing. She closed her eyes for a minute, resting her head on the back of the couch, gently petting Tessa, who was snuggled up next to her. Before she knew it, she was fast asleep.

“Hi darling,” Y/N felt herself being pulled out of sleep at the familiar voice. Her eyelids still felt heavy, but she opened them only to be greeted by Tom’s beaming smile. He reached down and put a lock of hair behind her ear and kissed her, “I’ve missed you, sleeping beauty.”

“It’s not my fault you took forever,” she stuck her tongue out at him, “plus this child of yours is taking all of my energy !”

“That is your child too, love,” he chuckled at her and took the spot on the couch next to her, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me too, Tom. I’m so glad you’re finally here! It could be any day now,” she smiled at him and put her head on his shoulder. He held her close and gently rubbed her stomach. His smile grew when he gently felt the baby move around. It was almost like the baby knew he was back, “the baby’s happy. It knows.”

“You think so?” she could hear the enthusiasm in his voice.

“Of course. We all missed you,“ she sighed contently and put her small hand over his.

“And now you’ll all be stuck with me for a longgg time,” he promised, a smile crossing her features.

“Sounds perfect to me. I can’t wait to have our little family all together.”

“Are you two done being all mushy?” Paddy asked from the doorway where he had been silently watching and filming the two of them. Y/N and Tom exchanged glances before bursting into laughter at Paddy’s facial expression, “this movie is going to be so mushy and gushy!”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Y/N smirked at him, which earned her an eye roll.

“This will be you one day,” Tom told him, which caused his little brother’s eyes to go weird. He a disgusted look crossed his face.

“Eww! That’s so gross! I’m never getting married or anything,” he threw his hands up into the air and trudged out of the room, muttering under his breath.

Y/N patted Tom’s knee and beckoned towards the stairs, “let’s go to bed. I’m tired.”

“Tired?” he raised his eyebrow at her suggestively. She sighed and smack his arm as she stood up. She turned around and looked at him to see if he was going to follow, “I’m coming!”

“You’d better hurry up because I am verrrryyy tired,” she winked at his as she walked out of the room. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for him to jump and go after her.

It had been several weeks since Tom had come home and Y/N’s due date was rapidly approaching. Things were becoming increasingly difficult for Y/N and she was glad to be nearing the end.

Y/N sighed as she slid her legs out from under the covers and headed for the bathroom for what felt the millionth time. She hasn’t been able to sleep through a whole night for a long time. She waddled down the hall before stopping in her tracks as she felt liquid cascade down her legs and make a puddle on the floor.

“Oh my God,” she put her hands on her stomach as she realized what was happening. She turned around and headed back to the bedroom to get Tom. She headed right over to him and gently shook his shoulder, “Tom!”

He didn’t respond at first, so Y/N grabbed and shook his shoulder a little more, her brain slowly going into panic mode. After a few moments, he finally opened his eyes, a surprised look on his face, “what’s wrong, darling?”

“My water broke! The baby’s coming,” her voice was higher than normal, and Tom almost immediately jumped up. He went to the closet and grabbed the hospital bag they had packed.

“Just hang on, love. I’m going to tell mum and dad. Then we’ll leave. Are you going to be ready?” there was a note of excitement in his voice. It was finally time!

“Yes! Just hurry,” she smiled at him as she clutched her stomach, trying to ignore the building pressure.

“Okay! Just a moment,” he ran down the hall and she could hear him pounding on their bedroom door before he burst into room. All she heard was hushed voices before Tom’s footfalls reached her ears again and he entered their room to get her, “alright, let’s go love.”

Y/N glanced at the clock on the night stand. 3:14 was glaring back at her. She smiled at Tom and followed him out of the house and into the early morning. Tom opened the car door for her and she climbed in, ready to he underway already.

“Drive as fast you can,” she pleaded as she buckled her seat belt. He nodded in agreement and put his hand on her knee as he sped off towards the hospital.

It had been several long hours of pain, pushing, screaming, and cursing Tom for his doing this to her. But Y/N had done it, going through everything with Tom at her side the whole time. She was pretty sure she had broken his hand with his hard she had been squeezing it.

But it was all worth - later that morning their baby boy had been born. He came came into the world crying, but healthy. Y/N was crying, and so was Tom, both amazed by the life they had created finally come into the world.

“He’s perfect,” Tom said gently as he kissed the top of her head, watching as she gently cradled him in her arms, “just like his amazing mother.”

“And his wonderful father,” she smiled at him as the baby began to make little sounds his sleep, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, darling,” he reached over and ran his hand gently over the baby’s cheek, “the two best things in the world - my beautiful wife and son.”

They were interrupted by the knocking on the door, and it was quietly opened by the rest of the Holland family. They all had grins on their faces as they looked at the newest member of the family.

“You guys are so cute it’s disgusting,” Paddy stated as he motioned to the camera he was holding, “but this video will be good.”

“You’re a good lad,” Y/N smiled at Paddy, “you’re all the best. This little guy couldn’t have a better family.”

Tom beamed at her, overwhelmed with the feeling of the happiness at his whole family. This was even better than he could have ever imagined.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Tom looked over at Y/N, who are laying on the bed next to him, the baby snuggled up in her arms, fast asleep. He was a week old now, and had been nothing but perfect.

“Absolutely, I think it’s time. Plus, I want to show him to the world,” she smiled at Tom and he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

“Okay love, I’ll go ahead and upload it then,” he went and hesitated for a moment before pressing the share button, finally showing the world why he had been so secretive the last several months. Once he was done, he turned his laptop off, shut it and put it away. He didn’t want to deal with everyone’s feedback quite yet. He let out a small yawn as he leaned back and laid down next to Y/N, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Tommy boy,” she grinned back and kissed him. She didn’t know what the future involved or how anyone would react to their news, but for now this was perfect.

“Hello everyone! Y/N and I are here to address some of the rumors that have been floating around and to kind of give you all an explanation as to why we’ve been so absent for the last while,” Tom looked away from the camera and gave Y/N a big smile. Just out of sight of the camera, Y/N was holding the baby, who was napping.

“First things first – we are definitely not getting divorced,” Y/N stated and Tom put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

“We’ve actually got some very exciting news,” he had a huge grin plastered on his face as took the camera and lowered it, so it was pointing at the baby, “we’ve got a new addition to the family: Evan James Holland!”

“He was born last week, and is doing very well. We hope you all understand why we did this. This was a huge change in your lives, and we wanted to handle this privately. And I’m so glad we did, but I’m also so happy for you all to finally meet our son. We hope you understand that we want to keep our family life separate, but we’ll always keep you all updated on everything, and we look forward to taking you guys on this journey with us.”

“We also have a little surprise for you guys. Since we’ve kept you in the dark for the last nine months, we’ve been keeping video diaries, which we’ve put together in a video for you all to see. That way you can see the journey we’ve been on. We hope you enjoy it!” Tom gave a little wave as he stopped recording.

The internet went wild with the video they posted. Most people were completely shocked by their announcement, and overjoyed at the news of their new arrival. Y/N and Tom were glad that they had kept everything under wraps. It had made them happier and gave their fans something to look forward to.

The arrival of Evans James Holland was the best thing that had happened to them.

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Camera Shy (part 5)

Summary:  AU. Jughead is an aspiring photographer. His final project requires him to shoot nude photos of someone who inspires him. With no one else to ask Jughead asks Betty. Insecure of her body Betty is quick to shoot the idea down, until Jughead reminds her that she owes him. - Bughead leading to eventual smut

Parts:   One   Two   Three   Four 

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Betty unwraps herself from Jughead’s embrace and searches for her clothes amongst the mess on his floor. Rubbing her hands together, she remembers how they stripped down the hallway and heads for the open door. Her clothes lie in a pile on the kitchen floor and she tugs them on, tossing her hair out of her face in the process. She reaches into her jacket pocket for her phone, falling back against her fridge at the astounding amount of messages blinking on her screen.

Jughead slinks into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “What’s that look for?”

“One guess.” Betty says, walking towards him slowly. “Answer correctly and you’ll get a kiss.”

Jughead taps his chin in mock thought. “Hmmm…Veronica?” Betty smiles and leans in to kiss his lips softly. Her legs are still shaking from their earlier rendezvous in the sheets but she ignores their quaking and continues to move her mouth against his.

“She wants us to all go out for dinner.” Betty looks down at her phone and shuffles through her texts. “She also says ‘YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO BETTS’ in all caps. I’m so confused.”

Jughead shrugs and grips Betty’s shoulders to steady himself, his stomach growling at the mention of food. “Ignore her, except for the dinner part. Look at me, I’m practically shrinking in front of my own  eyes.” Betty’s gaze travels down Jughead’s bare chest, trailing down to the waist band of his boxer briefs. His half naked body was way too distracting for her.

“Just because we had sex doesn’t mean you can start walking around the apartment like a Calvin Klein model.” She tells him, continuing to eye his body appreciatively.

Jughead raises a tempting eyebrow. “You think I could be a model?” He grabs the dish towel hanging over the handle of the stove and wraps it around his head like a scarf. “Oh Betty, stop it.” He pops his foot and smiles at her, batting his eyelashes like the cartoon Minnie Mouse.

She leans in for another kiss when her phone goes off her hand. Betty presses a finger to his puckered lips. “Hold that thought.” She lifts the phone to her ear and answers.

“BETTY!” Veronica screeches through the speaker. Jughead kisses her forehead and backs out of the kitchen down the hall.

“I’m just going to go shower,” He whispers, leaving Betty all alone to deal with Ronnie.

“Hi Ronnie,” Betty says into the receiver, keeping her tone as even as she can, despite the mushy gushy feeling in her stomach and the tingling in her toes. Her lips are spread in a wide smile and she twirls her hair around her finger, watching Jughead as he disappears into the bathroom like a love struck puppy.

“Don’t ‘hi Ronnie’ me. What is up? How did the shoot go? What happened? Did you touch the hair? Let me know how soft it was I took a picture of the conditioner he uses before I left earlier.” Ronnie rambles on at a mile per minute, barely stopping to catch her breath.

“Whoa whoa whoa. Take a breath Ron and slow down. You really need to get over your obsession with Jug’s hair. It’s weird. When’s dinner by the way? I’m starving.” Betty rubs her belly, remembering she barely ate anything all day in lieu of the spontaneous photoshoot. The cliché saying I’m so hungry I could eat a horse was uncannily fitting for her at the moment. Needing a snack she peeks her head into the fridge and grabs out a box of strawberries, wishing it were chicken tenders.

“Don’t think you can just change the subject like that. And we were thinking maybe 7:30ish?”

Betty removes her phone from her ear and checks the time. “But it’s 7 o’clock right now.”

“Well maybe if you had been paying attention to your phone, you would’ve known about the dinner when I texted it to you over an hour ago. What was so riveting that you’ve been ignoring me?”

Betty blushes. She was having way too much fun making Ronnie suffer, so she told a little white lie. “Nothing Ronnie. We did the shoot. We came home. We uh, we took a nap.”

Ronnie squeals on the other end, so loudly Betty can actually hear it through the walls across the hall. “Any chance this nap happened together, with the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms? Come on Betty don’t let me down. You can’t just photograph your best friend in the nude and not let it lead somewhere.”

Betty’s breath becomes shallow as she relives the previous afternoon. She’s completely dazed as she pops a strawberry into her mouth, chewing the sweet fruit and tossing the stem into the garbage. “Veronica we’re friends. You need to get your pretty little head out of the gutter and relax.” Betty’s stomach growls. “So where were you planning on taking us for dinner? I’m assuming it’s your treat, Ms. Lodge.”

“Probably Pop’s, like always. You know, I don’t know why I bother to call you when you live right across the hall. I’m coming over.”

Before Betty can persist, the other line clicks dead and soon Ronnie is at their door, pounding away. Betty unlocks the door and lets her friend in. “What a nice surprise it is to see you.”

“Why was the door locked? You guys never lock the door.” There’s a coy smile playing at the edges of Ronnie’s lips and Betty tugs at the hem of her sweater. Ronnie’s eyes were speculative as they roved over Betty’s body, looking for some sort of sign that something happened between her and Jughead. In a haste, Betty lifts a hand to cover her neck, praying there are no lingering marks from when nipped and kissed at her tender skin.

“You know we do live in a rather busy city, we decided it’s probably best. Crime rates these days are sky rocketing.”

Ronnie furrows her brow, not buying Betty’s lame excuses. “You’re acting weird Betty. Come on, just tell me what happened. Was it weird, being photographed naked? Oh my god did it not go well? Are you guys fighting?”

Before Betty has a chance to respond, the door to the bathroom opens and Jughead steps out wearing nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. “Betty did you miss me?” He calls down the hall, unaware of Ronnie’s presence in their kitchen. Jughead enters and at the sight of Ronnie he loses his footing on the linoleum, slipping and dropping the towel in the process. “Oh shit, when did you get here?”

Ronnie looks as though she just witnessed a miracle. “Nice way to greet someone Jug.” Her gaze travels approvingly over Jughead's body and Betty is suddenly fully aware of the fact that Jughead’s towel is no longer covering him. She feels the heat flush in her cheeks. “So enlighten me Betts, which by the way you’re turning a rather bright shade of puce. Why would Jughead suppose that you missed him while he’s in the shower?”

Jughead scrambles to his feet, retying the towel around his waist and backing himself out of the awkward situation before him. “I’m gonna go get dressed.” Betty swears under her breath, wishing she had an escape route of her own.

Betty grabs Ronnie by the wrist and drags her into her bedroom. “Sit there.” She tells her, shoving Ronnie onto her bed as she begins to pace around the tight space. Betty begins furiously gnawing at her lip, realizing she should probably put on a bra before they go out to eat. With her back to Ronnie she quickly changes, clasping on a plain nude bra and changing sweaters. When she turns around she joins Ronnie on the bed and rests her head on her best friend’s shoulder, while pulling at the sleeves of her sweater, her anxiety getting the best of her. “If I tell you what happened will you please shut up about the whole thing?” Betty asks with her eyes on the floor.

Ronnie twists her body so that she’s facing Betty, and grabs her friend’s hands. “I am all ears Betts.”

Betty takes a deep breath and opens her mouth, suddenly pouring out her words like an open faucet. Ronnie clings to each word with bated breath, nodding along as she listens to Betty rehash out the events of the afternoon. At the mention of the kiss Ronnie lets out a long exaggerated sigh and touches her heart. Betty’s leg begins to jitter as she describes the way Jughead felt against her skin, describing it as best she can, calling it an out of body experience. “It was amazing Ronnie.” Betty finally finishes, as her heart swells inside her chest.

It takes her a second but soon Ronnie, is rolling over the bed, squealing as she kicks her legs in the air excitedly. “I knew it!” She yells and Betty tries to calm her, but she can’t help geeking out with her friend.

“Just keep it on the down low, OK? We haven’t had a chance to discuss what this means. I don’t know what’s going to happen from here on out. I mean, we live together and now we’ve slept together.”

“First off, hell yeah you did, I am swooning at that retelling. Secondly, I approve 150% of this new development. And thirdly, stop worrying so much about what’s going to happen and just go along with the flow.” Ronnie reaches up and rubs her thumb along Betty’s forehead. “You’re too young to have worry lines.”

Betty swats Ronnie’s hand away and falls back onto the mattress. “But what if things don’t work out?”

Ronnie leans back beside her, curling her head under Betty’s arm. “What if they do?”

Jughead enters the room, pulling the girls from their thoughtful stupor. Betty sits up at the intrusion, happy to see he’s fully clothed with his beanie back on his head. “I hate to bother you guys, but earlier Betty mentioned food, and I’m positively famished.”

Ronnie laughs and steps up off the bed, pulling Betty along with her. “Oh I’m sure you worked up an appetite today.” Betty groans and hides her face in her hands. What was she thinking, Ronnie was never able to keep anything on the DL. She was so extra about everything. And the news about her and Jughead had her friend absolutely shook with feelings. “Let me just go get Archie and we’ll leave!”

Jughead leans against the door frame, hands deep inside his pockets. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you told her?” he asks, a wet curl falling into his face.

Betty feels so small under his icy gaze. She hugs herself tightly and draws her lip in between her teeth. “She wouldn’t give up. You know Ronnie and how persistent she can be.”

He kicks away from the door and pulls her lip from its grasp. “It’s OK Betty, I’m not mad.” He’s about to lean down for a kiss when Ronnie calls to them from the kitchen. He sighs and brushes his lips against her temple adoringly. “We’ll talk later, I promise. There is so much that needs to be said.”

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The gang gathers together in the corner booth of Pop’s all laughs and smiles. Jughead gets lost in a conversation with Archie about video games while Betty and Ronnie discuss much more trivial matters, like the most recent episode of some new show they’ve been watching together on Netflix. Beneath the table Jughead’s hand rests on Betty’s knee, tapping his fingers like drums against her jeans. Ever since that afternoon he can’t help but touch her and it encouraged him that Betty seemed to feel the same way.

When the waitress comes by to take their orders Jughead requests two burgers and settles on sharing a basket of fries with Betty. He can’t remember the last time he’s been this hungry. He was ready for a feast.

“I bet you won’t even finish all that,” Archie tells him in shock.

“Watch me.” The waitress laughs and Jughead adds on another item. “And since I’m not paying for this meal…I’ll have a chocolate milkshake as well.” He winks in Ronnie’s direction and grips Betty’s knee a little tighter. Jughead loves a challenge.

“And why is it my job to pay?” Ronnie asks.

“Betty fed you with juicy gossip. Now you must feed us with delectable food.” Ronnie falls back against the booth and crosses her arms in defeat.

Archie quirks an eyebrow, perplexed. “What gossip? Why am I always the last to know everything?”

Ronnie lifts a hand and ruffles his ginger hair sweetly. “Because you’re too stuck in your own world to notice anything else, Baby.”

“Thanks Ronnie. But that doesn’t answer my question. What’s going on?”

Ronnie opens her mouth to speak but abruptly stops when someone kicks her under the table. “What the hell Betty?”

Betty sits up a little straighter in the booth and reaches for her water, taking a lazy sip. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Ronnie grabs a sugar packet and throws it Betty, before turning to Archie and plunging into the story. “Jughead and Betty had sex this afternoon.”

The waitress couldn’t have picked a better or more awkward time to bring them their food. As soon as his plate is set down in front of him, Jughead chows down, filling his mouth with fries, watching the scene unfold before him. “I told you that in confidence.” Betty laments, taking a bite of her chicken tenders. “And this is not something we should be talking about at dinner.”

“Technically it’s not my fault. Your boyfriend over there was the one that brought it up in the first place. If it hadn’t been for Jughead, Archie wouldn’t have asked.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Betty mumbles. She takes the ketchup bottle and squeezes out a little pile for her fries. Jughead nods along with her words and dips a fry into her ketchup, swallowing the hurt he tries to hide on his face. From her tone it didn’t sound like Betty wanted him to be her anything.

The four of them sit in silence the rest of the meal. They avoid each other’s eyes and focus solely on the food in front of them. Twenty minutes later and Jughead is stuffed as he slurps down the last bit of his shake, setting it down on the table while popping the cherry in his mouth.

He finally breaks the quiet. “Well Andrews, looks like you owe me ten bucks.” He rubs his belly heartily and smiles, forgiving a burp that escapes his mouth.

“That’s disgusting.” Archie laughs and hands Jughead a ten dollar bill. “By the way, you’re leaving the tip.”

Jughead groans and leaves the cash on the table. He stands up ready to leave, offering Betty his hand. She ignores it and walks ahead of the rest of them, exiting the diner before they even get a chance to put their coats on.

“Thanks Ronnie, you just had to go and fuck everything up.” He throws on his coat and runs towards the door. He sees Betty already halfway down the block. He would run but he’s practically bursting and ready to fall into a food coma at any minute. He calls after retreating figure. “Betty wait!” But she’s already turning the corner, disappearing into the night.

[avengeultrons]

Title: Love was made for Me and You(Reader x Bucky Barnes) 

Summary: The anti-Valentine’s Day reader decides to plan something special for their hopeless romantic of a boyfriend. 

Word Count: 1547

Warnings: It’s just really cute OKAY

A/N: My lil heart really can’t take a romantic Bucky but here it is anyway… I’m deceased. Here’s the song I was listening to, originally sang by Nat King Cole but I loove the Frank Sinatra version. I hope you enjoy!!

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You always said that you “didn’t care about Valentine’s Day”. It was obviously just another commercial holiday for companies to make more money. Excess, mushy gushy things weren’t your cup of tea. What’s the point?

Bucky Barnes felt a little different. Being the hopeless romantic that he was; he loved the holiday. Everything about it, really. All he wanted to do was spoil whomever he could. It was a whole day celebrating love! What’s not to like?

Most people would wonder how you ended up with such a lovey dovey boyfriend. Hell, that’s what your best friend Natasha asked on the daily. That’s what she asked you on February 14th, while the two of you were relaxing at a small cafe away from Stark Tower.

“Nat, we’ve gone through this already. James just loves differently than I do,” you rolled your eyes at her over the steaming cup of coffee in front of you. She pretended to gag as you said it, glancing out of the coffee shop window at the people passing by.

“You just called him James?” Natasha laughed lightly, watching a pink blush dust your cheeks, “So, what are you gonna do for Valentine’s Day? Nothing?” she leaned forward on her elbows and raised an eyebrow at you.

“I may not like the holiday, but I’m not selfish,” you gave a huff and slurped at your coffee to hide a smile forming on your face, “I’m making dinner.” You thought the idea was genius; you’d be making Bucky so happy, you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

Natasha snorted, shaking her head in disbelief at you. Her fiery red hair fell out of her ponytail and into her face as she did so, “You really do love him, huh?” she giggled when your cheeks turned scarlet, taking that as her answer.

“You’d better let me know how it goes, Y/N. I do not want to have to find out from Steve, like when you two started dating?” you laughed lightly at her, the nervous excitement already bubbling up inside you.

You had so much to do before Bucky came home from being out with Sam. Being with Bucky for a whole day was the last thing that he wanted to do, but you and Steve managed to convince him somehow.

It had been almost a year with Bucky; yet every moment you spent together felt like you’d been together all of your life. You’d never felt that way about anyone before; it was a scary and daunting feeling, really. All you wanted to do was make him happy, so if making a homemade dinner and sipping on expensive wine with rose petals around the table while being dressed in your Sunday best made him happy; you were going to do it.

“I don’t know what to do next! What do I do?” you were on the verge of screaming at Steve over FaceTime, the stress of the day taking its toll on you. The noodles were boiling away in salted, bubbling water, the sauce was cooking on the burner opposite of it. Boxes, utensils, and ingredients littered the counters and made you want to pull your hair out. Lasagna was harder to make than you thought, and the recipe you found on Pinterest was proving to be useless.

“Calm down, Y/N. All you have to do now is layer the lasagna,” Steve chuckled lightly, kicking his feet up on the coffee table in front of him, “It looks great,” he tried his best to reassure you, Lord knows you needed it.

“This is a mess,” you shook your head in disbelief at him as you layered cheese and pasta with sauce, “The things you do for the people you love,” you weren’t thinking when you said it, which made it even more shocking. You’d never said the ‘L’ word about Bucky before. Of course it was true, but were you ready to admit it to him? Would he even feel the same way?

Steve- who was casually sipping on a beer at the time that you said it- sprayed the fizzing alcohol, his eyes widening in surprise, “What? You just said it? You do? Natasha!!” he yelled for Natasha off the screen, a huge smile on his face.

Natasha sauntered over casually, her own eyes widening as Steve retold the events that had just taken place. Unbelievable. Your life wasn’t some television show!

“Could you two be quiet for, like, two seconds?” you huffed, practically dropping the pan of lasagna into the oven. The fate of your dinner was in that cooking machine’s hands now.

“You really love him? Oh, this is the greatest Valentine’s Day ever. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when you say those three magic words,” Steve teased, staring dreamily off into the distance. You groaned, pouring yourself a much needed glass of wine.

“Of course I love him,” you said simply. Even as you said it; your heart fluttered. The words “I love you” weren’t just words you threw around like confetti. Saying it out loud was a huge step for you; it made a giddy smile dance across your face.

“Okay, this is quite possibly the best day ever,” Natasha remarked, peeking over Steve’s shoulder until her face was taking up the majority of the screen, “My two best buddies, in l-o-v-e,” she sang as she spelled the word “love”, a groan escaping your lips with Steve following in suit.

“How does that song go? Love was made for me and youuuu,” Steve laughed as him and Natasha broke out into song, singing L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole.

“Okay, I really have to go now,” you couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them, “You’re so annoying. I’ll talk to you guys later!” With that; you clicked off of the video chat. Somehow; you weren’t feeling as stressed. You’d be able to get dressed without having a heart attack, so it seemed. But now; you had that song stuck in your head.

“Y/N? Y/N, I’m back!” Bucky’s voice traveled through the apartment, a smile making its way to your face. You dropped the remainder of your trail of rose petals near the dining table and placed a box of chocolates on his plate, “Sorry I couldn’t come home sooner, Sam wouldn’t let me go,” he groaned, which only made you laugh, “Where are you?”

“I’m in here!” you replied, smoothing the creases of your dress. Butterflies started to flutter wildly in your stomach as you heard his footsteps inch closer to the dining room.

“What are you doing in here? Oh,” Bucky’s voice faltered and a smile made its way to his face as he saw you with a wide smile adorning your own features, “What’s all this?” he raised an eyebrow and inched closer to you, his hands behind his back as he took everything in.

“I know how much of a hopeless romantic you are, so I thought I’d do something special,” you beamed, “Do you like it? Oh, you don’t like it. I knew Natasha and Steve were teasing me for a reason,” you looked down at the floor while your cheeks grew hot from embarrassment. Bucky laughed lightly and reached a hand out to you, tilting your chin up gently.

“I love it. It’s quite amazing, really. Thank you,” he smiled, “I know how much you are not a ‘hopeless romantic’ and usually can’t stand the holiday, but I couldn’t help myself,” Bucky placed a pizza box, a box of your favorite chocolates, and a bouquet of pink roses into your hands, “The pizza is heart shaped, by the way. I hope you like it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of everything; you both did the opposite of what you enjoyed for the person you loved. Bucky laughed, too, “I love it!” you squealed, sniffing the roses, “Gosh, I love you. I-I’m sorry if that was a little straightforward but it’s true and I-” before you had a chance to feel self conscious about what you had just said, Bucky pressed a kiss to your lips. Well, lots of kisses really.

“I love you, too,” he said breathlessly, an airy smile adorning his features. You laughed lightly and placed your Valentine onto the table behind you before wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck. You pressed another lingering kiss to his lips, unsure of the last time that you’d been so happy.

“What’s burning?” Bucky pulled away from you with an eyebrow raised, your eyes widening in fear. The food!

“Shit,” you mumbled, running off to the kitchen, “The lasagna!”

What you took out of the oven wasn’t lasagna anymore, but rather a block of burnt noodles and blackened cheese. You sighed loudly and turned to face Bucky, an apologetic look on your face, “It’s okay. We still have a heart shaped pizza, remember? Pizza, expensive wine, and chocolate?” Bucky smiled apprehensively as he proposed a new plan, a seemingly better plan.

Your shoulders dropped in relief, thankful that he wasn’t the least bit upset. With a nod, you took Bucky’s hand as he led the way to the table. This was a Valentine’s Day tradition you could get behind.