#these are the things I ponder in the shower y’all

[im-no-jedi]

one thing you gotta know about me

is that when I make a self-insert story, I will always form a romantic relationship with the sweet-talking gunslinger/outlaw and then a relationship with the edgy gunslinger/outlaw that could be mistaken as romantic but is actually just a close platonic relationship LOL

[mad-maximoff]

We Met Again

Part 2 of When We Met since y’all asked so damn much! I just hope this one doesn't get censored too😅

Summary: You were on a 6-month-long mission with Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes only to come back to the compound and face Wanda.

Warnings: G!P reader, angst, making out, unprotected sex, ejaculation , soft sex turned rough, hair-pulling, breaking the bed (literally😂),

Word Count: 3,702

Prt 1 Here

"Welcome back Y/n, how was your little adventure with the boys?" Kate Bishop stood behind the bar making herself a pink alcoholic slush of some sort. You were covered in dirt and soot from head to toe. You just got off a mission with Sam and Bucky. You were in Egypt going about looking for a highly classified terrorist ring. Thankfully you got to them before they started their reign. 

"Adventure my ass. I slept on the dirt while the boys slept in cozy beds like princesses. I tell you what I need is a shower and to take a well-deserved dirt nap in a real bed." You threw your weapons on the table halting at a chair and flinging off your boots. "I'll clean this shit up later Kat, I've been waiting for this." You turned to see Kate pouring herself a tall misshapen glass full of pink slush. "Sure thing Y/n, you and I are the only ones here I think. You want the rest?" She licked the side of her glass where she spilt. "Why not, might help me crash harder." You reached around Kate grabbing the whole blender. There was more than a mouthful left. You thought maybe it was strawberry daiquiri, so you thought nothing of it and chugged it. The first sip made you gag.

"Jesus Christ Bishop! Paloma? Really? What are you 40? You've been around Potts too long. Good lord.." You hated tequila, especially grapefruit. You polished it off not backing down leaving it on a table in the middle of the hallway. You knew there were empty beds not touched by any of the other Avengers. Basically new. It was funny really. Everything to you looked new but it was just the same as the last time you were down this hallway. Maybe it looked new because the last time you were here you were drunk with your pants around your ankles. Come to think of it. That table was new. You pivoted around noticing the table on further inspection. You saw a crack along the wall. Oh yeah, you remember. That was the spot. The spot where you and Wanda...

Yeah...Wanda...

You remember where her room was. You remember you crashed there after you both finished your fun in the hall. Curiosity killed the cat. You noticed the door was slightly cracked allowing light to shine through. But it was almost midnight, it wasn't natural light. It was from a light. Is she there? Did she forget to turn off the lights? Maybe. You pondered. Kate did say after all you two were the two here so it was bound she forgot. It's a common mistake. 

You tip-toed over to her room letting your fingers creep through the part between the door and the wall slightly allowing the length of your fingers to pry the door a bit more. Your strength got the hold of you as it flung open. Wanda was sitting at the edge of her bed in her room, with her leg raised to lean her elbow on her knee, underneath her chin. 

"Kate honey I told you for the third time today. We can drink and watch Sex and The City tomorrow. I don't feel up to it." She huffed watching the news. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes darting back and forth watching the live footage of whatever catastrophe happened. "So you're the one drinking Palomas huh?" You leaned in the door frame crossing your arms. You had to laugh. You never thought she was a cocktail girl. Though..you never thought she was the kind to give blowjobs either but you were surprised by both.

"Oh..it's you...no I don't drink that shit. She found Tony's recipe book for Pepper and his date nights and she's drinking like a fish...When did you come back to the States?" She was genuinely surprised to see me. Her leg fell from where it was prompted. Wanda stood up walking the length of her bedframe around to meet you.

You were shocked also. Maybe she wasn't showing yet? You swore you thought you'd come home and find her pregnant but unless she's super athletic or has it hidden she doesn't look like she's expecting.

"Ah 30 minutes ago. Um..stupid question.." You scratched your head looking down at Wanda then back up at her eyes. She laughed standing in front of you. Her hand reached to your cheek whipping the loose dirt from your undereye. 

"Haha no! Unfortunately, I'm not pregnant. I don't know how. I always thought that first tries always work. I even helped you out a bit." 

"Unfortunately? You wanted me to get you pregnant? Are you insane? You don't even know me and you want kids from me! I'm too young to have a family! Even with my powers...let alone, what gives you the right to choose for me!" You broke her hand away backing away. You had to leave or else there'll be bigger cracks in the wall. 

"Y/n please, I never meant to hurt you. I just got confused that's all. You were so nice to me and after I lost Vis 2 times and lost my boys I just felt you comforted me. That's all." Wanda reached again grasping your bicep. You pulled away again this time hitting the wood casing around the frame with your elbow. The wood casing flew off behind you hitting the hallway floor.

"No! Don’t you dare touch me! All you cared about was yourself! Just because someone showed you comfort doesn't mean you let them cum inside you, Wanda! That's really fucked up! I'm sorry you lost your family but you can't just use me to play house!" You growled noticing your rage was becoming the better of you. Wanda through your eyes was becoming tiny. Her body language was making her small. Curling her fingers into the sleeves of her black cardigan, crossing her arm over to her elbow. She looked down at her bare feet letting out a shakey breath.

"I'm really sorry Y/n...I don't know what I was thinking. I've been so used to having people around me. That it feels weird to be by myself." Wanda's head was bowed letting her newly brown hair almost cover her head. A tiny tear ran down her blushed cheek wiping it away quickly.

All you saw was red. Not by Wanda's magic. But for some reason, you were enraged. How could you be this angry over something you fully did with Wanda 6 months ago? Maybe you do have a tiny bit of an anger problem. Little? In this case, that's an understatement. 

You huffed feeling the hot pressure on your chest cool down to your stomach. You think seeing Wanda so visibly upset may have broken your cross attitude. 

"Get used to it, Wanda." You had to storm off. If the conversation got any more heated; one of you was going to end up in a wall. And it was most likely going to be you. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe if I get some sleep and a good shower I can speak to her more clearly. 

You thought gliding to one of the newly furnished rooms. 

Each room had its own bathroom. Tony is a playboy so obviously the bathroom was soundproof. The entire compound was all technology so a press of a button and the bedroom could be soundproof. You didn't need that tonight. You wished there was a switch to soundproof your head. 

How could I snap like that? I haven't done that in years! What the hell was I thinking to begin with?! You felt like you could stand under the hot water for hours. It took two layers of body wash just to scrub away the dirt from your body and finally feel human. Maybe you were scrubbing off your anger with it in a sense. You had your little outbursts but this one almost made you black out. Your lofa scraped at your skin furiously, leaving little imprints everywhere. Your back flexed in the mirror examining your clean body. Your hips were women but your shoulders and torso were the shape of a man. You had average-sized breasts. They were nothing special, they were nice to look at but nothing that could turn any heads. Perhaps you could say they were bigger than average but you never noticed.

You got out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around your waistbone, as you inhaled walking to the foot of your bed your v-line showed every breath you took. You thought if someone was to walk in it would be less surprising seeing you topless instead of bottomless. 

"Fuck...you got buff little one.." You gasped in fright hearing Wanda's quiet voice coming from the chair hidden next to the wall. Wanda's makeup was smeared all over her under her eyes. She was sniffling back what little tears she produced. She was crying heavily, using the sleeves of her cardigan. "What the fuck do you want now? Can't you see I'm busy? I'm not giving in to your mind games." You turned to face your back to her loosening the towel from your waist to dry your legs. You reached around putting on a pair of boxer briefs. You heard a creek come from the corner of your room knowing Wanda got up. Her bare feet were quiet on the hardwood but not quiet enough for you to hear. 

"No mind games Y/n. I-I...wanted to apologize...you were right. I need to start learning how to be on my own. I deserve to be alone. I shouldn't have let you do those things to me." She held back a cry making her eyes gloss over. 

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I was actually going to apologize to you. I don't know what came over me. I lost my temper too quickly. I haven't done that in years. I shouldn't have taken it out on you." Your hands lifted Wanda's chin to look at you, letting all of her hair fall back behind her shoulders. She looked like a baby raccoon. It was cute but you felt awful that she was crying because of you. "I'm so sorry Wanda." Wanda's hands placed around your hips, sliding herself closer to your body. You pulled her in deeper holding her close. Her head rested on your shoulder letting her finish her cries. Your hands caressed her skull, intertwining with her locs. 

"It's okay..please, please stop crying. You're making me feel worse." You sat her down on the foot of the bed still massaging Wanda's head. She buried her face in your chest noticing her sobs being muffled into silent sniffles. One of your hands dropped placing it on her chest, directly on top of her heart. Her beats were rapid on the first touch, but once you dragged your fingertips along her skin she settled. Your other hand finally dropped rubbing her spine. She was frail in comparison to your body. Every muscle you flexed made it seem more apparent. 

"Thank you," she sniffled, using her sleeve to wipe away her stained makeup. "Thank you very much Y/n. I feel like sometimes I can just go off the handle." Wanda wiped another tear with her sleeve again, the tears glossed in her eyes and made her pupils sparkle as she looked so passionately into your eyes. 

"It's fine Wanda. We all go off the handle some days. I did it on you earlier. We just need to relax a little. The both of us." 

                             ╳°»｡ ∾･⁙･ ღ ➵ ⁘ ➵ ღ ･⁙･∾ ｡«°╳

You and Wanda laid down together in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence however, it felt somehow to you a healing silence. You two didn’t need to talk, that’s what got you two into shit before. Just cuddling together. Wanda laid her head on your bare chest. You threw on a random stupid movie on TV, it was one of those goofy movies that two dudes probably smoked a joint and started filming. You didn’t like it; Wanda found it comical. She’d laugh at the slightest action or joke. 15 minutes later however she was silent. You peered down checking up on her. Her eyes fluttered, she was falling asleep. You twitched which made her jump. 

“Jesus…what’s happened?” She whispered. I knew she fell asleep for a moment. You could hear it in her tone. Groggy and low. 

“Nothing sorry. My leg just spasmed. It’s okay, you can go back to sleep.” Your hand ran down Wanda's thigh. Her skin was soft just like you remembered. 

“Shut up, I wasn't sleeping.” She giggled rolling her head the other way. 

“Oh I'm sorry, I just saw the stucco on the ceiling coming apart so I thought you were snoring.” You joked.

“Fuck off!” She laughed sitting up on your lap. “I do not snore!” Her hands grasped a fist full of your bare breasts in either hand. It felt good to be handled again. As soon as her hands touched you that way, you instantly felt you were getting hard. It wasn't an embarrassment any longer. You had another one-night encounter after Wanda that made feel 10x better about your appearance. 

“No, that's just loudly humming in your sleep isn't it?” Your hands tightened around her hips slowly moving them back and forth. Wanda sucked air through her teeth letting a little gasp. "Ohh-stop!" She laughed biting her lower lip. "You want something else don't you detka?" Her dress grazed the front of your boxers, just to tease you. 

"Perhaps. This time, it's on my terms. This time." Your hands pushed down on Wanda's thighs rubbing your forming bludge on the fabric of her panties. Her brows raised, turning her cheeks into a rose colour. "Really? Would you still want to? Even after everything I did?..."  

“Of course.” You freed your hands from her thighs, swishing a strand of her hair away from her face looking into her emerald eyes. She giggled again looking down at your chest. “You’re tits are huge Y/n.” Wanda’s hands clutched my full chest. "I don't think I saw them last time." She squeezed each handful. You whinced with her nails digging into your skin. 

"Ha! Well, I hope you remember something else's size." You joked lightly tugging at your boxers. “Hmm..I think I definitely need a refresher.” Wanda tugged the hem of her dress; pulling it over her head as her arms whisked it to the floor. Wanda’s hands jerked at the elastic band around your hips. Your fairly large erection greeted both of you with a fair shock as it bounced its way to freedom. “Oh yes, I remember now.” Her tongue folded against the tops of her teeth. Your hands held a firm grip on either side of Wanda’s panties ripping them off. “Seems you don’t need this huh?” She giggled letting out a small whimper. “Fuck-…can we stop all this talking Y/n? I really need you.” Your fingers trailed along her mound going further in her slit. Her inner core was silk. Your finger slipped inside effortlessly. Her little sounds became more low. “Oh…g-god.” Her head dropped down making her lips lay on mine. "Stop fucking teasing me..." She groaned as her teeth bit the bottom of my lip. "Okay, you asked for it." You flipped Wanda onto her back. The bed's feet raised as the bed made a thump. "Did you want condoms?" 

"N-no. No, Wanda, I can pull out." You bent down locking your lips with hers again. "Haha..sure, sure you can Y/n." Wanda's eyes glowed red again briefly. "Fuck no more games. Just let me fuck you by myself." Your fingers slid between Wanda's folds before slipping your cock inside. She gasped curling her fingers into the sheets. Your hands planted on the mattress on either side of Wanda's head. She uncurled her fingers from the bedsheets, moving them around your wrists. Her breaths were choppy trying to get ahold. You thought she looked so beautiful underneath you, the way her skin naturally glowed, her pearly white smile chewing her bottom lip, the way she looked at you. Not in a loving way just yet, in an adoring way? A needing way. 

"Go on. Keep making those pretty sounds for me, sweetheart." Your hips dove in feeling her walls coating you effortlessly. Wanda’s whines grew deafening, her eyes did not stop turning shades of red. 

“Oh shit…y/n…uh-…” Wanda's head rolled back on the mattress. Dropping her jaw open. You began to thrust with a heavy pace. Becoming quick with every moan that escaped Wanda’s lips. The bed frame formed a squeaking noise with each pump into the brunette. Wanda’s leg had a hard time trying to stay afloat around your hips, slipping every movement you two shared. You stopped pulling out briefly. 

“What-..Y/n? Why did stop?! Continuă…” Wanda cried out allowing her hands to fall scratching your biceps. “I will, don't worry. Go flip on your stomach, on your knees and bend over.” Wanda sighed a sly smile flipping onto her knees, arching her back letting her chest lay on the mattress. She glanced over her shoulder with her hair covering her face. Your hand traced her temple softly, leading your fingers into the brunette's long strands. Grasping a fistful of Wanda’s hair. You peered down watching your cock twitch in anticipation with Wanda’s ass sway in the same feeling of suspense. Your other hand grasped Wanda’s thigh sliding your shaft back into her slick folds. 

“Oh…fuck-” Wanda sucked air through her teeth tilting her head down with your hand still tight on her hair. You did begin to thrust slowly as you once did, you began to ram yourself deeply inside the witch as though you were pushing through air. Wanda's hand gave out mid-pump landing on her chest. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as she tried to move her head to a more comfortable spot. "Fuck...you have such a nice ass." You twisted Wanda's hair around your knuckles applying a forceful tug. Her head raised leaving a spot of drool on the sheets. "Uh-huh!" Wanda's head cocked further to watch you. Your hand jerked the fistful of Wanda's hair pulling her hair as hard as you could muster without ripping all of her hair out entirely. Her body lifted off the mattress onto her knees. Her back pressed on your chest laying her head on your shoulder. "Oh god!...Shit!" Your wrist could not take it anymore, you let go of Wanda's hair allowing it to fall behind your shoulder. Your hand relaxed on Wanda's thigh attaching every finger around the softest part of her leg. Wanda's arm flung around your throat holding herself up. "Shit...I'm going to cum..." Wanda's moans were silent as she took a small breath. "Huh? Good baby...me too." You sighed out feeling yourself climbing higher and higher up to your point of no return. "Do it Y/n." Wanda used her knees bouncing her body against you. 

"Do what Wand?" You groaned in her ear smelling her sweet perfume sweat off onto you. "Cum in me...please..." Her cheek heated on yours as you felt her jaw lock open not letting another sound out. "Y-you sure? I don't know." You did not want to take that chance again, you had some rendezvous with a certain green bulky woman in Egypt, knowing you mastered your craft of pulling out. If you did not get her pregnant 6 months ago, hell, you couldn't do it again right? 

"F-fine...you want me to cum inside you huh?" You huffed tightening your grip on Wanda's thighs, the wooden bedframe continued to rattle. The frame began to bell out with your knees ready to cave. "Yes! Yes!" 

"Yes, what?" 

"Cum inside me Y/n! Fill me!" Wanda's voice shrieked out letting go of a low-toned moan. "Oh god! I'm cumming!" Wanda grasped firmly on your neck vibrating her entire body. Her eyes glow red tracing red mists around both of your bodies. "Fuck!" The pressure within you exploded, you could not think if it was you that came or if Wanda had some help to speed it up. You felt your cock throb spewing out your cum in the witch. She tried her best to make her body stay still, her thighs would not stop fidgeting. You bucked your knees forward to have Wanda fall on her stomach as you fell with her. The bedframe finally gave way as the mattress hit the floor. You both hit a thump, Wanda chuckled under your body softly as she took a quick breath. "Well, shit. How do you expect to explain this to Tony?" 

"We'll blame Kate," You sighed wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. "She got too drunk and we found her jumping on the bed. Agreed?" 

"Agreed detka. Let's get out of here. We can go to my room." You arose to see the bedposts still standing but the wood beams holding the bed just fell. "Well, this was a great welcome back." You stretched out your arms above your head hearing the cracks of your shoulder blades. "I'd say so." You stood up from the mattress whisking your boxers off the floor. 

"Y/n? You don't need those." Wanda sat up on her knees running her hands through her hair. You bent over as you picked Wanda up by her thighs and wrapped them around your waist. "Haha! I sure do. I don't want to scare Kate if we run into her." You took hefty strides over to the bedroom door, making your way down the hall to Wanda's room. Wanda draped her hands around your neck giving a sly little smile as she looked over her shoulder. Her wrist flicked a red mist, you witnessed the red mist run down the staircase doing nothing after it left the stairs. "There. She won't bug us. I put her to sleep for the night. Now, we can have more fun." 

"Good. Let's hope I don't break your bed this time." 

"Well, don't promise that. I'd love you to ruin me." Her finger traced along your jaw down your throat. "Ask, and you shall receive." 

[mbakuetshurisprincess]

Love for Duties Sake Part 2

AN: Hey y’all! Here is part two to a fic I never thought I’d actually make a part two to LMAO. I’m trying to break the two-part fic cycle so I’m gonna try to make a part three to this. Also, this song is so fire, listen to it maybe.

Summary: As the only daughter of Genelia, there were things you just had to do, and marrying the Queen of Wakanda was one of those things.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, that’s it I think.

Word count: 4,660

Suggested listening: Bring it on Home to Me - BJ The Chicago Kid, Kenyon Dixon, and PJ Morton

“If you ever change your mind About leaving, leaving me behind Oh girl, bring it to me Bring your sweet loving Bring it on home to me”

You sat in the back of the falcon twiddling your thumbs trying to pass time. Shuri had dragged you from the comfort of your home to the United States with her for the dedication of a building in N’Jadaka’s name.

“What does it look like if my own wife doesn't show up to my events Y/N!” She raised her voice at you slightly trying to emphasize her point.

You sat up in bed and glared at her. “We have a system. A system that says when there are events we both have to attend, they need to be added to the calendar two weeks in advance. This is not two weeks in advance Shuri!” You threw a pillow from your bed at her and she caught it with ease. “This is the day of! On my day off!”

“Usana please!” Shuri pleaded with you, running her hands through her hair frustratedly.

“Do not call me that and no.” You replied, crossing your arms to your chest.

“Why? Are you afraid you’ll start liking it?” Shuri walked over to your shared bed and stood next to you. The smell of her cologne flooded your nose and overwhelmed you in her. She crouched down next to you so you two were at eye level. “Or is it that you already like it?”

“Get out of my face.” You pushed Shuri back gently while your cheeks burned hot with embarrassment not wanting to admit that maybe you did. You slid out of bed and walked past Shuri toward the bathroom.

She hung around in the doorway as you turned on the water and got ready for your shower. “Please, just this one time.”

“I need to shower.” You replied not paying her any attention.

“I’m not leaving till you give me an answer Y/N.”

You pondered her response. If she didn’t wanna leave you’d give her a show, she was your wife after all. “Fine.” You turned your back to her and slipped your t-shirt off, you pulled your locs up into a bun on your head giving Shuri a full view of your back. She admired the natural curve of your back wondering if it had the same arch when you-

Her thoughts were cut off when you slipped your shorts off, leaving you completely naked with your back turned to her.

“This isn’t fair.” She said under her breath, eyes wandering all over your body, appreciating every inch you had so generously allowed her to see.

“What isn’t fair is my wife springing events on me at the last minute.” You said opening the door to your shower. You looked over your shoulder and saw Shuri’s eyes on you hungrily, wanting more than to just see you. “Now leave, I’ll be there.” You stepped into the shower and closed the door behind you, letting the steam shield your body from Shuri’s prying eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t need help washing?” Shuri offered and you could hear her take a step closer to the shower door.

“Nope! That would be something my wife would do.” You joked back to her, allowing the hot water to cascade over your body.

“But I am your-”

“Out!”

The falcon came to a slow stop as you all landed in the United States. Shuri, you, Okoye, Aneka, and Ayo had all flown in on one jet and a second in tow held a whole other security detail as well as the top doctors from Wakanda. Despite this being a short trip Shuri was insistent on making sure that if anything happened in the States, she would be prepared. A trait of hers you had picked up on.

You looked out of the window, noticing that you had landed in DC’s private air space, this is where you normally flew into when you were there on official business. It was also the place you flew out of when you were forced to return to Genelia. To say the air space held bittersweet memories would be an understatement.

Shuri called your name and you finally noticed that she had moved from the cockpit to the open seating area where you were. When she was finally in front of you she held her hand out to you expectedly. You looked at her hand and then up and her and then back down to her hand and back up at her. ‘The fuck does she want?’

“Why are you staring at my hand as if you want to cut it off?” Shuri asked, looking down at you disappointedly. Now that she was more in your space the smell of her cologne flooded your system. It was the same one that she wore earlier and its powers were starting to fuck with you. You needed to make a note to tell Griot to tell her not to wear that one again.

“Maybe I do want to.” You retorted back, pushing her hand out of the way as you stood from your seat walking away from her towards the door.

Shuri stood there for a second, mouth slightly ajar at your audacity and attitude when she technically hadn’t even done anything. She couldn’t help but chuckle as her mouth formed into a smirk, your attitude did always seem to pique her interest.

Okoye, Aneka, and Ayo had watched the interaction between the two of you play out from the cockpit, all collectively wincing when you walked away without taking Shuri’s hand.

“They will be together soon, I am calling it now,” Aneka said matter of factly to the two women.

Ayo looked at her girlfriend with a look of confusion and slight concern about her seeming lack of understanding about the situation. “They are already married, Aneka, how much more together can two people be?”

“That is not what she means,” Okoye said, shaking her head slightly at Ayo’s literal interpretation of the words.

“Thank you, General!” Aneka exclaimed as she stood from her chair, preparing to leave the falcon. “So you see it too? The way they look at each other? The hesitation when they touch? They each claim to dislike the other, but their body language betrays them!”

The two older women stood in silence as they pondered Aneka’s words.

“No. You’ve watched too many of those American romance movies.” Okoye said with a shrug as she walked past Aneka.

“And they are polluting your brain, my love,” Ayo added a soft tap to Aneka’s forehead before kissing the same spot and walking off to join Okoye.

Shuri walked up beside you and looked out of the clear glass pane on the door. You both could see the paparazzi and countless news stations awaiting your arrival, hoping they could snap the one angle nobody else had.

Part of you felt sick when you thought about just how many people were vying for a look into this facade that you and Shuri had created, convinced that you two were madly in love. But just as soon as that sickness washed over you, another feeling followed quickly behind it. This was your duty, this facade was to serve your country and play a part in something bigger. “C’est ton devoir.” That is what your father would have said if he saw you at that moment.

The release of air signaled to you that the falcon doors would soon be lifted leaving you open to all of the prying eyes.

“Ready?” Shuri asked extending her hand out to you again the same way she had done before.

“When am I not?” You replied back with a sigh. You hesitated for a moment before intertwining your hand in hers, the way her fingers felt when they rubbed against the top of your hand sent shivers down your spine.

“Cold, my love?” Shuri asked with a smirk. ‘She felt that? Fucking heart-shaped herb bull shit.’

Before you could respond the doors finally fully opened and the sunlight flooded into the ship blinding you for a second. The sound of cameras flashing overwhelmed you as your eyes adjusted to the sunlight, this was a lot but you were used to it. Shuri took the lead taking the first step off of the falcon into the DC air. When you were both fully on the ground you took a second to wave to the cameras, the two of you pointing at a few news stations you’d become accustomed to and giving them smiles. The photo opp was quick but successful and you and your party made your way off the tarmac and into the building. Immediately greeted by the President and the First Lady, Shuri tightened her grip on your hand, already annoyed at their presence.

“Queen Shuri!” The US President boomed out as you two walked closer to him. He extended his hand out to Shuri and she let go of yours to take his.

“President Carter,” Shuri said with a polite nod, not reciprocating his energy at all. The President was of course blind to this and eagerly shook the Queen's hand. His wife however was not so blind, you caught the roll of her eyes at her husband's eagerness.

Shuri stepped over and greeted the First Lady with a soft handshake. “Madam First Lady.”

“Always good to see you, Queen Shuri.” She replied respectfully.

You were so busy watching the First Lady and Shuri, you hadn’t even noticed the President until he was right in front of you with his arms extended for a hug.

“There she is, Genelia's finest!” He wrapped his strong arms around you and hugged you tightly.

In moments like these, you were happy that you’d been surrounded by politics your whole life because your instincts were telling you to push this insane mother fucker off of you with the strength of all your ancestors. But your mind overrode your instincts and instead, you returned the president's hug, making eye contact with Shuri signaling for her to get you out of this situation.

“Mr. President,” You said with a smile when he finally let you go. Shuri recognized that smile immediately as your fake smile, you gave it to her 90% of the time.

“Since she’s my wife, she’s now Wakanda’s finest in my book,” Shuri commented with an insincere laugh, drawing the attention back to herself.

“Well of course!” The president exclaimed, giving you a smile before returning back to his place next to his wife. “Well look I know you’ve got the dedication soon but if you’ve got a minute they want us to do one of those darn photo shoots.” He leaned over to Shuri. “You know how the wives are always wanting photos.”

Shuri nodded exaggeratedly, acting as if she was in agreement with the judgemental comment. It surprised you that the President's wife didn’t seem annoyed by the comment, hell even you took offense to his slightly misogynistic remark.

An aide opened the door and all of you were ushered into another room where the photo shoot would take place. Shuri interlocked her fingers in yours and you stood side by side as specifics of the shoot were figured out.

Curiously, all decisions as to where you all would stand and how the angles should look were all decided by the First Lady rather than a President’s Chief of Staff like normal. Honestly, the whole thing felt weird to you, to do a photo shoot for a nondiplomatic visit? And in a US government building rather than the building that was soon to be dedicated to N’Jadaka, which was only a minute's walk away.

But still, you and Shuri put on your biggest smiles and did your diplomatic duty in front of the cameras. The First Lady dismissed herself to the bathroom for a moment which thankfully allowed Okoye to inform you both that the Outreach Center had been cleared.

“Just let me use the bathroom real quick okay, my love?” You placed a quick kiss on Shuri's cheek and made your way out of the room. Shuri smiled at your kiss, it wasn’t necessary at the moment to show that much affection so it warmed her heart that you chose to.

You walked over to the bathroom door and opened it quickly. Spotting the First Lady’s heels underneath one stall you made your way to the sink and opened up your purse, deciding to reapply your clear gloss while you waited for her to finish. A flush and one second later the First Lady appeared from out of the stall.

“Oh your majesty, I didn’t expect to see you there. Have they finished taking photos that quickly?” She asked you as she turned on the water preparing to wash her hands.

“I think they’re wrapping up now, I figured they might need to discuss a few things we wives aren't privy to you know.” You said the comment with a slight laugh. It wasn’t a true statement, Shuri had always allowed you to be as involved in Wakandan politics as you wanted to be, seeing as you’d been raised by some of the best global politicans. This was a calculated move and you wanted to see how she would react. The First Lady pressed down on the soap dispenser with more force than was necessary and you knew that your hunch was right.

“Mm.” She replied, allowing the cool water to flow over her hands and calm her down. “I do have to apologize for my husband bringing up Genelia. Sometimes he doesn't make the smartest decisions.”

You gave her the same fake smile you’d given her husband earlier. “No need to apologize, as much love as I have for Genelia my wife was right I am Wakandan now.”

“Still though,” She paused, rubbing her hands together and shaking her head as if she was disappointed. “I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been, you know. I heard it was such a hard adjustment for you. Especially given all the freedom you had before, running all around the world with not a care or responsibility. It just always shocked me how quickly she was able to settle you down in Wakanda.”

You didn’t like the tone of her voice. Your parents had taught you about women like her, those who got a little bit of power and knew a little bit too much and flaunted it as a way to keep others in check. And here the First Lady of the United States was doing that very thing to you, assuming that in bringing up some whispers she was fed by foreign countries about your adjustment period to Wakanda you would fall to her. You were a daughter of Genelia and the wife of arguably the most powerful person on the planet, this white woman wasn’t about to bully you into shit.

You popped your lips and screwed the top of your lip gloss container back on. “You know Mallory, and I do hope you’re okay with me calling you Mallory. I have to give it to you, you’re running a great show here.”

The water stopped running and the First Lady turned to look at you confused. “What are you talking about?”

“This whole thing I mean, score a photo shoot with the leaders of Wakanda, blast that to every news station around, that's a pretty good look for you and your husband this close to re-election.”

“So what, you're accusing me of orchestrating a photo shoot? You heard what my husband said, "us women and our photos” right.” She sneered with a cocky laugh shaking some of the excess water off her hands. The only paper towel dispenser was being you and you weren't moving.

“You know what's funny Mal, I don't think it was just the photo shoot, quite frankly I think all of this,” You pointed around. “Is you.”

The two of you stood staring at each other for a moment before you continued. “You said it yourself your husband doesn't make smart decisions, the photo shoot was just what tipped me off. I'm willing to bet that you’re the one who really runs the show here.”

Mallory looked at you, anger all over her face. “Quite frankly, I don’t think your nation is one to be making accusations like that. Wakanda has lost all of its rulers within the past ten years. King T’Chaka then King T’Challa, and of course who could forget the mysterious and sudden death of Queen Ramonda. I would truly hate for Queen Shuri to end up like one of them.”

Something came over you at that moment, a switch was flipped. ‘Oh no that bitch did not just threaten my wife.’

You took a step forward, invading the First Lady’s personal space. You leaned down to her so that you were right next to her ear. “Hear me when I say this and I will say it in as many languages as you need. You ever make a threat against my wife's life again and I will kill you myself. You seem to forget what nation has access to vibranium and who does not.” You leaned away from her and looked her in her eyes. “I am a daughter of Genelia and wife of Wakanda. Do not forget what I am capable of.”

And with that you made your exit from the bathroom, sure that if you had stayed any longer you would have made good on your promise right then and there. You had never felt as protective of Shuri as you did and that moment and all you wanted to do was see her and ensure she was okay. As soon as you turned the corner she was there waiting for you next to Okoye.

“There you are, I was going to send Okoye after because I thought you had fallen in.” Shuri teased you as you walked up to her. In response, you flipped her off and she laughed that beautiful laugh you loved to hear.

You didn’t know what came over you but you grabbed Shuri’s arm and pulled it around your shoulder so that you were walking with her arm around you. Whatever Shuri had been saying she stuttered when you made the move but still you two kept forward. It felt good to feel her next to you again, to smell her cologne and receive the heat that her slender body seemed to always be putting off.

She was safe.

The three of you exited the building and made your way across the street to the newly built DC Outreach center. Shuri’s arm was still around her shoulder and yours wrapped tightly around her waist.

“Since the photoshoot among other things took so long we will have to go right to the stage for your speec-”

Okoye’s voice paused as she turned around to look at you two briefly when she spoke. Never before had she seen you two share physical contact when a camera or person outside of your inner circle wasn’t around. You stayed as far apart as humanly possible, hence why she turned around in the first place assuming she’d be met by the image of one of you trailing behind.

“Your speech. You will have to go right to the stage for your speech.” Okoye finished her thought and swiftly turned back around. Knowing that she owed Ankea an apology for brushing her claim off so easily.

Shuri hummed in response and you all made your way into the building. You and Shuri both let go of each other so she could do the Black Panther salute as she entered the center. Much to your surprise as soon as she was done her hand found yours and she intertwined your fingers together. You smile at the small gesture, unsure of why now you seem to find comfort in these little things.

How much these new feelings scare you is all you can think about as you make your way alongside Shuri to the stage. Sure you and Shuri were in a political alliance marriage and you had said before that you harbored no love for her. But suddenly you felt different towards Shuri after hearing someone openly threaten her life like that.

You were so consumed in your thoughts that you hadn’t even realized the two of you had been escorted all the way to the side entrance of the stage, a crowd listened as a speaker gave an introduction for Shuri.

You squeezed her hand lightly. “You ready?”

“Of course.” She replied with a nod of her head. Something in it didn’t convince you, it was like she said it more to reassure herself that of course she was ready, rather than to tell you. But you didn’t wanna push it and the sound of the crowd applauding let you and Shuri know it was time to enter the stage.

One last deep breath and the two of you walked hand and hand onto the stage, smiling and waving at everyone who was in attendance. Shuri helped you to your seat a few feet behind the podium and kissed your hand once you were settled. She looked at Okoye who was next to you, who gave her a nod of reassurance and Shuri made her way to the podium to begin her speech.

The royal pulled her notes up on her kimoyo bead and began her speech. “Good morning everyone I am so thankful that all of you could be here today for the opening of our first Outreach Center here in DC.”

The sound of applause was deafening as everyone celebrated the occasion, you could see Shuri’s bright smile reflected on one of the monitors. This was big for her and even though you hadn’t been there to see the beginning of this goal, you knew it meant a lot for her to be able to finish what she and her brother had started.

“Today we opened this Outreach Center in the name of my cousin N’Jadaka. N’Jadaka was a young man who was afflicted by all of the struggles we hope to eliminate with these Outreach Centers. It was his goal for us to be able to take what Wakanda had and bring it to those who need it most. And today we can say that we’ve done that.”

Once again applause erupted from the crowd at Shuri’s words.

“My brother-” Shuri started to speak but her voice cracked. She tried again to get the sentence out but her throat seemed to run dry as she tried to fight the tears. She told herself she wasn’t going to cry today, especially in front of all of these people.

You looked on at your wife, worried about what was going on with her. You and Shuri spoke as much about her brother as you did about Genelia; both were joyous memories that had gotten bogged down with too much pain to revisit. Without thinking you rose to your feet and moved to stand next to Shuri. You wrapped one arm around her waist pulling her close to you, she flinched at your touch and looked down to meet your eyes. You could see the tears that were forming and one fell down her cheek that you wiped away lightly. She took a deep breath and nodded at you, appreciative of your appearance at her side.

Behind you, Aneka elbowed Ayo in the stomach. “I told you!” She whisper-yelled as she leaned into her girlfriend's ear. “Do not tell me you don’t see what's right in front of you!”

“My brother wanted to build an Outreach Center here in DC, he loved all of the cultures that black people had created in the area. He always said if he hadn't been born into our family he would have come here to study at Howard University.” She smiled fondly remembering her brother. “So today I do this in both of their honors. This building stands as a testament to both of their goals.”

You stood by Shuri’s side as she finished her speech, earning a standing ovation from the crowd. You stepped away from her to allow her to cut the ribbon on the entrance to the classroom portion of the Outreach Center signaling that it was now officially opened. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched her interact with the young kids who would end up actually using the Outreach Center. How patient she was with them as they asked her a million questions.

“What’s it like being a superhero?”

“Can you fly?”

“My brother said you could beat the Hulk in a fight, is that true?”

All of which she answered as if it was an important question from a top reporter. Even declaring to the young boy who asked if she could beat the Hulk that she would bring him here herself so she could prove that she would beat him in a fight. All of the children laughed at her response and the childish smile on her face made your heart warm.

After fifteen minutes of mingling you could tell Shuri was ready to go, the children had long gone off to explore the new technology of the building, leaving her to the adults. They all seemed to want something from her or her opinion on some matter that truly had nothing to do with the Outreach Center. As if on cue Aneka and Ayo were on each of your sides, and you knew the drill; this meant that your and Shuri’s presence at this event ended.

“That was very nice what you did for Shuri today,” Aneka said quietly as the three of you walked toward the exit.

You blew over her comment, not wanting to make a big deal out of your affection toward Shuri. “Oh yeah, she seemed upset. I figured someone should comfort her.”

“Comfort her, you did,” Ayo added in as you walked out of the venue pausing in the hallway for Shuri and Okoye to catch up.

‘Are they trying to tag team me?’ You thought to yourself.

Before you could get a smart remark out, Shuri and Okoye appeared in the hallway.

“Remind me next time to set a time limit on these things eh? I always end up staying longer than I want to talk about things I have no need to.” Shuri complained as they stopped to stand next to you.

“Well, our transport is ready whenever you are my Queen.” Okoye stated, “Ayo and Aneka come with me, we must… secure the perimeter.”

“But we already did that this morn-” Aneka went to protest but was cut off by Okoye.

“And now we are doing it again, let's go.” Okoye walked forward and Aneka followed behind her. Ayo looked at the back of Okoye's head and at Shuri before nodding and following behind her girlfriend, leaving you alone with Shuri.

A moment passed before your wife spoke. “Thank you for that today. I know you didn’t have to do you know all of that for me but I appreciate it.”

You looked up at Shuri, “It’s nothing really, I um wanted to?” You said it like it was a question as if even you were unsure of the words coming from your mouth.

Shuri blinked allowing herself to be shocked by your words for a moment, you wanted to touch her? To comfort her when she needed it?

Her lack of response concerned you so you started to speak. “Not that I wanted to. More like I wanted to follow you know the duty and rules we uh set in place you know. Not like I wan-”

Shuri cut you off. “Do you want to get lunch?”

“What.”

“With me, do you want to get lunch with me right now?”

You looked around realizing that you were indeed alone, you hadn’t sat down to eat with Shuri since you courted.

“Yes.”

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[h0nology]

For The Cameras (Part 3)

The wait is over, part three is here! Enjoy!

part one | part two

warnings: slight angst, fluff

You shut the door in his face, your heart breaking at the sight that was now behind the door. You stood there for a moment, staring at the handle, if only you could open that door and welcome him into your arms. It’s all you wanted, was to get in his arms, to be his. But that’s not how things were going for your currently.

You let out a loud sigh, walking away from the door and kicking off your shoes. You sat on the edge of the bed, mind racing with the events that had happened tonight. You just knew that this had already hit the media, and that had a lot of explaining to do. You grabbed your phone, there was no point in ignoring it, you would see it eventually. You opened Instagram, your notifications going crazy as soon as you opened the app. There was so many tags and comments, you finally got to the post that everybody had been reposting, multiple paparazzi pictures of you, Veronica and Pedro. The first few were just you and Veronica, her in your face as you were visibly confused and annoyed and the other few were Pedro standing in between the two of you and going off on Veronica, then of course you and him making your way towards the car. But you knew the pictures weren’t as bad as the comments were about to be.

New photos of Pedro, Veronica and his assistant at event. Witnesses report that the two girls had gotten into it and Pedro left mid interview to handle it. Thoughts?

fan1: “Yikes”

fan2: “I wonder what that was about.”

fan3: “Pedro’s new assistant is messyyyy 😬”

fan4: “It’s obvious the assistant is coming in between their relationship and V isn’t standing for it!”

fan5: “the way y’all are assuming you know the situation just by a few photos is mind boggling. you don’t know these people or what they have going on.”

And that’s enough internet for tonight. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be mad though, this is the career you chose, you knew exactly what came with it. Messy blogs and clueless fans. You put your phone aside, figuring you’d just make a statement post tomorrow clearing up the situation. And by clearing up you mean sugar coating the truth since the two have an ‘image to protect’.

You got up from the bed, walking into the bathroom, the cold tile floor cooling off your feet as you cranked the shower on to the hottest setting. You stripped out of your dress and quickly hopped in, washing the hell of a day you had away. After washing up, you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body, walking out of the steamy bathroom. You grabbed the red wine off the cart and popped it open, plopping down onto the bed with the bottle in your hand. It’s been a long day.

The next morning you woke up sprawled across the bed, towel still draping over your body and the now empty wine bottle was laying next to you.

“Oh god.” You groan, moving your messy hair out of your face.

You sit up in the bed, squinting your eyes at the sun that was peeking into the room. You blink a few times, trying to get your eyes to focus on the sight in front of you. Flowers. Your favorite flowers. A bunch of them, sitting in a huge vase on the little table in the room. How’d they even get in here? Who put them in here and was that even allowed? You shrugged off your thoughts, getting out the bed to take a closer look. There had to be at least two dozen of them, and at the bottom there was a card with a note.

Apologies in advance, I know you’re about to be mad at me.

- Pedro

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

What does that even mean? You pondered on the thought as you let your towel fall to the ground, getting yourself together and dressed for the day. Once you were finally presentable you sat back down on the bed, grabbing your phone off the nightstand where it had been charging all night. You figured now would be a good time to clear up the situation from last night and make a statement post, once you opened the app and it refreshes you were caught off guard by a picture of yourself looking back at you.

pascalispunk:

pascalispunk: You are truly one of the greatest women I’ve ever met. I adore everything about you. How hardworking you are, how you keep me in check, how caring you are and your humbleness. I’ve always admired that about you, it’s one of the things that made me fall for you. I would always love when we were caught in front of the camera together, because you’d never agree to walking out with me anywhere, trying to protect an image that was never true. You’re so caring of others, even when you don’t need to be. Ever since I’ve met you, it has always been you. Unfortunately, due to circumstances of living in this Hollywood dream I could never publicly share my love and admiration for you, and you didn’t deserve that. So, now, here I am, taking charge and hopefully getting that I want, my happily ever after with the one girl I’ve wanted since I met her. @.yourinstagram

fan1: oh my god.

fan2: To dumb it down for a few…his relationship with Veronica was fake and he’s in love with his assistant

fan3: IT WAS A PUBLICITY STUNT? I’m sick

fan4: noooo 😢😢 my whole life is a lie

fan5: This is so cute

Your heart felt like it was about to explode, it was pounding out your chest as you put your phone down. What is he doing? You ran around your room, looking for some shoes to slide on before running out your room and to Pedro’s, knocking on the door repeatedly until it swung open.

“Did you like the f—” He started.

“What’d you do, you idiot?” You yell, tackling him with a hug, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

He laughs, “What I’ve always wanted to do.” He says before hugging you back, “I ended that stupid contract last night.”

“But my-my reputation.” You pull out the hug, looking up at him.

You know that should be the last thing on your mind right now, but your career was everything to you.

“I’ll do everything in my power to make sure it remains good.” He reassured you.

“Pedro, I-I don’t even know what to say.” This all just felt like a dream, the euphoric feeling was taking over your body.

“Come in, first of all.” He chuckled, guiding you in the room, “How about we go to dinner? Tonight. You and me.”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Mr.Pascal?”

“I am.” He pulls you by your waist, your faces just inches apart from each other’s, “An official date, and this time I’ll be showing you off for the cameras.”

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[morvantmortuary]

well, we’ve spent the day kind of laying in wait for the hurricane — I haven’t really wanted to start on anything for fear that as soon as I did I’d lose power or something, but it’s mostly just been rain on and off. which makes sense, given the nature of the thing!!! but I keep feeling on edge waiting for the other shoe to drop. as soon as I think “okay, we’re good” suddenly the wind picks up and I’m like “oop nope hang on—“

so anyway. for now, have this photo from this morning of the tinies posing with our solar-powered emergency fan in case we lose a/c.

might someone else join their number in the future? we shall see… 👀

behold also our bathtub that doesn’t have a plug and the faucet is stuck on shower mode, so I’ve gone ahead and filled every spare container in the house with water in case the city cuts ours at some point, bc that’s been known to happen.

anyway!! that’s the Hurricane Update from here for now! if anything changes, I’ll let y’all know when I can, but otherwise we’re just hanging out here and everything is fine. I’m doing dissertation research and pondering a plot bunny of what exactly the necromancers get up to when they’re waiting on a hurricane in Greymoon…

more to come 🖤

[ky-yk]

friday, i’m in love (kyr x f!reader)

genre: fluff || word count: 570 words

author’s note: yeri doesn’t get enough love also i don’t know how this sprung about but it did, hope y’all enjoy mwa mwa 🫶😼

beep!

you’d been knocked right out of your reverie. jolting up from looking down at your table full of scattered notes, you rushed out of your seat to peek through your curtains and see what the fuss was about, but at the back of your mind, you knew exactly who’d be honking out your window at 2 am.

kim yerim.

beep!

the second you got a glimpse of the world outside your bedroom, the second honk came. you rushed to move the curtains aside and pull the window open to poke your head out, eyes wide open, head shaking furiously while making the “cut it out” repeatedly.

“yah!” you’d whispered in a rush. “quit that, would you? my parents are asleep!”

“so is everyone else on this street, they’re not special,” she challenged you from where she stood hanging out of the driver’s side window.

“shh! what the hell do you want at this hour?” you let out exasperatedly. she let out a gasp.

god, she’s an insufferable idiot, you thought to yourself.

“did the y/n just swear? oh heavens no, this can’t be! not in her parents’ home, under the watchful eye of our lord and savior,” she said — wide expressions, animated bounces and waving arms; theatrics and all.

you chuckled, head dropping in fondness. yerim took a good look at you — how the soft, yellow glow of your lamp shone on from behind you, making you look ethereal. even with your glasses askew, the shower headband and low ponytail combo coupled with a fresh-faced, no make up look, she thought you’d never looked more beautiful. that’s my girl, she thought.

“take a picture, maybe. it’ll last longer,” you said to her in the quiet of the night.

but she’s my insufferable idiot.

“i’d rather live in the moment, n/n,” she replied without missing a beat. “besides, no picture could ever do you justice.”

“take a page out of seungwan’s book?”

“nope, all me,” she replied with a cheeky grin.

“why’re you here again?” you asked.

“i’m hungry,” she responded.

“you know the diner is like, right down the road, right?” you’d said with a chuckle.

“and leave you to study? on a friday night? never. come on! my treat.”

you shook your head and went back inside while closing the window and shutting the curtains. next thing yerim knew, the lights were off — not only in your bedroom but also in her eyes. trying to brush off the disappointment, she climbs back into her green, beat-down pick up truck, just about to start the ignition when she heard the unmistakeable sound of her passenger door opening.

“why the long face, yerm?” you pondered. “if treating me’s that bad then you know i have no problem pa—“ you couldn’t even finish your spiel because the next thing you knew, a certain brown-haired driver was pulling on your wrist to get you to face her, only to plant a soft and chaste kiss on your lips. even if it didn’t even last two seconds, it still left you dazed.

“what was that for?” you whispered after she pulled away, still feeling her proximity to you. she pulled back completely, facing the road and turning on the ignition. “no reason,” she replied easily before driving off.

I don't care if Monday's blue

Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too

Thursday, I don't care about you

It's Friday, I'm in love

[that-one-banger-of-a-rhcp-song]

M'lady (chapter one?)

It truly was a beautiful day, and one y/n l/n was feeling terrible. Today, their alarm didn't go off, so they had to stumble out the door without coffee, their phone hadn't been charging the night before, they stepped on their cat Coco, AND their best friend (and crush) Aidan was late, meaning he couldn't brighten their day in first period. The two only had four periods together, (which is considered a lot, but not in y/n's eyes) first math with Mr. Munns, second choir with Mrs. Beu, lunch(after fifth), sixth science with Ms. Chambrose and eighth exploratory/poetry with Mr. Loomis.

    In consideration for their dear friend, y/n took notes for Aidan. When he showed up just in time for second period, they gave him the notes. "Why so late, Pretty boy?" 

"I missed the bus," he said, chuckling, he liked that nickname.

"Bus boy," they muttered, getting ready for warm up. Mrs. Beu hadn't assigned seats, but sopranos, altos, and men were expected to sit within their parts. So, naturally, the two sat next to each other. 

                                         Lunch

“It really is beautiful today,” Leo said, looking at the clouds.

“Mhm” y/n said trying to turn up the brightness on their phone, using Aidan as a shield so teachers couldn’t see.

“Y/n,” Aidan sighed, “We keep saying this is a bad idea.”

“Oh, it is” they replied, “I know it’s against the rules, but-”

“Sharing earbuds with Aidan is the most important part of the day, yada yada,” Eren piped up.

“It is!” y/n cried, “It’s three in the morning,” They sang, putting a wireless earbud in their ear and handing one to Aidan.

“And I’m tryna change your mind,” he finished, taking their earbud.

Some people thought Aidan and y/n were dating as much as the two liked each other, that wasn’t the case. Y/n often pondered if they were together, they held hands sometimes, sent good morning and goodnight texts, shared earbuds, and just did ‘couple things’ in general. But I tell Leo and Eren I love them, they always thought, trying to stop thinking about it.

“Soooooo” Eren started. “What do y’all wanna do?”

“I don’t care,” Leo responded,

“MMhhmmm?” y/n hummed, shrugging.

“I’m okay with anything really,” said Aidan.

“HELLO!” Yelled Kenny, behind the group, scaring them all. Y/n was so startled, they punched Kenny in the stomach, resulting in him crumbling to the floor, and y/n showering him with apologies.

“THEY KILLED KENNY!” exclaimed Leo.

“BASTERD!” Screamed Eren. The group stopped, before everyone but Aidan burst out in laughter.

“W-what?” The confused boy said timidly.

“It-” y/n was interrupted by their own giggling, “It’s a southpark thing.” Aidan had seen two total episodes of south park, the one where Mr. Maki gave the kids weed and got fired, and the human centipad episode. Long story short, he turned off the TV and never looked at south park again. And yet, it still haunted him.

A/N i dont know what im doing it started ok but now idk how im going to tie in plot im sorry lol

[angelus-scripturae]

Hold still || Dabi x reader

Hey y’all. So i’m not dead lmfao. just stressed a bit atm rough time y’know. Here’s something i thought of in the shower at 2 am :).

Summary: You replace Dabis staples.

Warnings: Nothing really. Swearing and slightly suggestive, a bit of blood detail, implied established relationship, inaccurate depiction of medical practice (you use pliers to remove and replace staples).

Implied female reader

You had been a part of the league for as long as it was a thing. You hated how the idea of a “Hero” was corrupted and warped over time so you decided to help end that. Which lead you to meeting Dabi.

The man caught your eye the second he walked in the room. The deep purple scars present on his body was the main factor drawing you to him. He was mysterious, secluded, closed off. That just intrigued you more. You’d spend hours sitting by his side rambling without him saying a word. You did that for months until one time you simply shut up in the middle of your sentence because he wasn’t even looking at you.

He was staring at the blurry, soundless TV in front of the couch, a cigarette hanging out his mouth and the faint wisps of smoke escaped from his mouth when he breathed. You sat back into the tattered sofa and laid your head on your fist.

“Why’d you shut up?”

His words caught you by surprise. They were some of the first words he had spoken to you. The only other time he had spoken was when you asked what drink he wanted when you went out “shopping”.

“Why’d you stop?” He repeated.

You pondered on what to say for a moment. You decided to just continue your rambling right where you left off.

Dabi and you got closer in the months that followed. Spending almost every moment together. I mean there’s nothing else to do other than wait around for Shigaraki’s orders nowadays. You even opted to share a room with each other when you inevitably had to move to a smaller, more isolated area.

Thus lead you to today.

“Can you change my staples?”

“What?” You replied thinking you had heard wrong.

“My staples. Can you change ‘em?” he repeated, louder this time as if you were going deaf.

It was roughly two in the morning. Toga and Twice were up on the roof looking out for hero’s and Shigaraki was somewhere with the doctor looking over Nomu designs. You were going to be alone for a while.

“Why?” You said after a few seconds.

“Cuz, they need changin’.” He said stating the obvious for you.

“Why me though. Can’t you do it?” You wondered aloud, “I mean haven’t you been doing it your whole life?”

“Well, yeah.” He sat up in the bed and faced you, “but I never quite get it right and it’s fuckin’ difficult cuz i can never see what I’m doin’.”

“I mean sure, but I doubt I’d get it right.”

“Thanks princess.”

Dabi then got up from the bed and headed towards the practically decaying chest of drawers. He rustled around in a drawer for a few minutes before turning to you with a box of basic stationary staples in his hand. He threw them to you and you caught them before examining the box.

“Are these supposed to go in your body?” you asked with concern.

“Probably not.” he walked towards you with a smirk picking at the staples beneath his eyes, “but it’s the best we got right now ain’t it?”

“I guess.” You chuckled as he sat down beside you. “We really need to get some hospital staples.”

You stood up and stood between his legs as he tilted his head up to look at you.

“So how do I do this?” You asked as he handed you some pliers in a silent answer, “You want me to use these to get staples out of your face?”

“You scared you’ll hurt me?”

“Well yes.” You stated looking straight into his azure eyes, “These are pliers and stationary staples. Both should never be used to do this.”

“Awe.” He pouted with a half-smirk, “Don’t worry sugar, I can take it.”

You placed the box gently on the bed before holding the pliers properly in your hands. You hooked the end of the pliers under the staple before gently easing it out of his skin. Small drops of blood dripped down his chin which you quickly wiped with your sleeve. You then placed the staple on a tissue and took a new staple out of the box before easing that back into the holes and wiping away the blood that surfaced.

“Did that hurt?” You asked holding brushing the staple with your finger. His hands came up to rest on your waist, the cold metal of his rings sending goosebumps up your sides as his thumbs made small circles on the skin.

“You see me cryin’?” He answered and you shook your head, “Just continue.”

So you did. You repeated the tedious action of removing and replacing the staples and laying them onto the tissue on the nightstand.

He kept moving around to get comfortable this almost making you fuck up multiple times.

“Hold still.” You warned and he just rolled his eyes.

One sudden movement made you take a staple out much more aggressively than planned.

“Ah fuck!”

“I told you to hold stil! That is not my fault. Maybe if you didn’t move so much this wouldn’t happen.” You scolded as you placed your hand under his chin to keep his face still and wiped away the blood dripping from his chin.

You continued again without an issue until you got to the last few on his neck.

Your hand on his chin tilting his head up and away from you, his hands still on your waist caressing the soft skin showing. You began to pull on the staple to remove it when his movements ceased. His hands tightened and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Nah you’re alright darlin’. Just be a bit careful with that one.”

You nodded and continued. Taking extra care with the last few staples as to avoid hurting him any more. Once you finished, His hands dropped from your waist as you went into the kitchen to despose of the used tissues and wash your hands and the pliers the best you could.

You were washing a bit of dried blood off your hand when a pair of arms snaked their way around your waist and a chin rested in the crook of your neck. You leaned your head onto Dabi’s as you felt his long exhale on your coller bone.

“I feel a lot better doll.” He spun you around after you had finished washing your hands and pressed you against the counter. Your hands found their way up to the back of his neck and into his hair. “You did so good.”

“I should do it for you all the time then?” You smiled as his lips ghosted over yours and the soft smell of tobacco and toothpaste lingered in your nose.

“Fuck yeah. You look fuckin hot while doin’ it too.” He whispered before pressing a soft, passionate kiss to your lips.

Hi! Hope you enjoyed this very much self-indulgent fic! Just thought i’d give y’all something before i went back to writers block lmao.

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[milliumizoomi]

𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐻𝐸𝑅?!

TodoBakuDeku x Black FEM! Reader

AGED UP!!

Warnings: Fluff to Angst to Fluff, cursing, confused boyfriends, tw,, racism mention and hidden talents.

A/n: my motivation be dropping really fast but we back😩✨. also i got a lil lazy at the end so that’s mbb😭.

✗ 𝐎𝐇 𝐆𝐎𝐃, you knew that this wasn’t supposed to happen. They weren’t supposed to find out like this and now they're calling and texting you trying to find out where you are and what exactly it is that they just saw on literally one of the biggest billboard TVs in the city.

✗ But I should backtrack and say what lead to this.

✗ It started about 4 days ago.

You came home from work to an empty house, as usual. You were used to this. Your boyfriends were pro heroes so this was normal. You walked to your shared bedroom and dropped your purse on the bed. You sat down on the same bed and slipped your heels off. You then flopped down and let your body relaxed. “Ugh.. today was stressful. Ima go take a shower the wait for the boys to come home” you said. You then got up and stripped. You then picked up your shower cap off the dresser and walked to the bathroom. You pulled your lace front into a bun and put your shower cap on and turned the water on then hopped in the shower.

20 minutes later, you got finished with your shower. You stepped out and grabbed your (f/c) towel and dried off. You then also took the chance to peel the shower cap off of your head. You set the shower cap on the shelf and wrapped the towel around your body and walked out of the bathroom. You got to the bathroom and grabbed your lotion off the dresser and started to apply it to your body. After you were done, you threw on a big t-shirt that you had bought some time back.

You walked into the living room to see none of your boyfriends are back. You shrugged this off and decided to make dinner. Today you thought you make ackee and saltfish. You knew that your boys enjoyed your food. Especially since they weren’t used to food like that. So you got to work.

About an hour later, you hear the front door jiggling. And then the sounds of gruff voices could be heard. ‘They’re home’ you thought as you covered the pot and walked to the front door. When you got there, you saw all of your boyfriends leaning on each other as support for taking off their shoes. “Welcome home,” you said to them. They all looked up, stunned. They didn’t even notice you were there.

“Oh hey angel sorry you startled us. Are you ok?” Todoroki said as he stood up and hugged your much tinier figure. “Yes, sweetheart I’m ok. And how are my other boys?” You asked teasingly. Bakugou grumbled and stood up and leaned down towards your shoulder. You could tell he was stressed. “Ease up ‘Suki babe I need to my hair outta the way,” you said as you felt Bakogou’s head resting on your hair. He lifted his head for a second and allowed you to move your hair then dropped his head right back onto your shoulder. Midoriya then walked up to you and snuggled his head into the top of your head. “Hi pretty baby.. you ok?” He asked as he continued to rest his head on you. “My baby m’ok but y’all look tired.. rough day?” You asked as u were still supporting all of these huge men whom were all 6 foot and over. He nodded his head in your hair, answering your question. You stayed like that for a while until you remembered. “..Did I turn off the stove?” All the boys perked up at you at your question. “WHAT THE HELL?!” Bakugou yelled as he bolted to the kitchen. “Oh crap..!” You said as he managed to turn it off before anything bad happened. “I can’t believe I totally forgot..” you sighed. “Well boys go clean up I’ll share your plates,” you told the boys. They nodded and headed to the bedroom.

‘They were off.. what happened today..?’ You thought. You had realized that their behavior was slightly off as soon as you walked up to the door and inspected them. Their body language was a little different. ‘But why didn’t they tell me..? Do they not wanna talk about it?’ You continued to ponder. You decided that you would ask them later. You shared their plates and placed them on the table. You then shared your plate and sat down. They all emerged out of their bedroom in their casual clothes. And by casual I mean shirtless with sweats on.

They came and sat down at the table. “Thanks princess, it looks delicious!” Midoriya praised. Bakugou grunted in approval and Todoroki nodded, indicating he thought the same. You all then started eating in silence. It felt awkward. You decided this would be the best time to talk about what may be bothering them,, so you asked. “My loves?” You started. They all looked up and you, letting you know you have their attention. “Did something happen..? I mean! The reason I was asking is that you guys seem to be deep in thought about something” you continued.

You watched as all three of the men looked at each other then looked back down at their food. You sat there confused. Where they not going to tell you? You opened your mouth to say something but Bakugou cuts you off, “Don’t worry about it Y/N.. it doesn’t concern you anyways” he grunted. This surprises you. You all had been keen on communication in this relationship and yet here they are shutting you out. “What does that mean Kastuki? Y’all know that we communicate in this relationship. I want to help you with whatever it is that is bothering y’all but how am I supposed to when you won’t even tell me?” You said, having your english slowly beginning to break because you were getting a little upset.

“Drop it Y/N. This isn’t something we wanna share ok” Todoroki said calmly. “But why? We’re supposed to be open about this stuff” You answered back. You weren’t going to drop this so easily. You wanted answers all while trying to stay rational, calm, and patient, but that was slowly dwindling. “At least explain to me why you don’t want me to know and I won’t push it! You aren’t giving me any answers here! How am I supposed to feel seeing the three people I love so much walk through that god damned door looking frustrated and shit huh?!” You say getting even more frustrated.

“STOP FUCKING ASKING! IT’S NOT LIKE YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND OK!” Bakugou yelled. “Now I don’t know who the fuck you raising your voice at ‘cause I know it ain’t me,” you said, trying to maintain your calm state of mind. “Yes! I am talking to you” Bakugou grunted out. “No the hell you not y’all know I don’t take disrespect from nobody,” you said while leaning your hand on the table and resting your face in your palm.

They stayed silent. “And why don’t you think I’ll understand?” You continued. They didn’t answer. “Well?” You questioned. You scoffed. “Wow ok, no answer tough crowd I guess..” you said, rolling your eyes. You looked over at Midoriya who was silent the whole time. You could see he wanted to say something by the look on his face.

“You got something to say don’t you Izuku? Go ahead say it. ‘Cause right now I’m trying to understand” you told him. He froze up at the sound of his name. You didn’t really use their real names much so it was a shock to not only him but the other two men as well. “B-babe.. well I— I just—“ he started. He then sighed and started again. “It’s something you wouldn’t understand because um..” he said and then mumbled something at the end. “Ima need you to speak up please ‘cause you mumbling and I ain’t hear what you said” you said. He froze for a second then said it again. “Because your not...” he mumbled again. “Izu I still can’t hear you” you told him. “BECAUSE YOUR NOT A PRO HERO!” He blurted out. Your eyes widened and you froze. We’re they seriously not gonna tell you what’s bothering them because of their job?

“Are yall fucking serious..?” You mumbled out. “We’ve lived together for so long.. we’ve been dating for so long and y’all trying to tell me the reason y’all can’t explain what the hell is bothering you is because I don’t have the same fucking job..!” You stated getting angry. “What does that even have to do with anything?!” You said, fuming.

And they just sat there. Staring down at the table. “I don’t give a damn about your job all I want to know is what’s wrong so I can help you!” You yelled out. “You should give a damn about our jobs.. all you do is leech off u—“ Bakugou started but stopped as soon as he heard what he was saying. The other two men looked at him wide eyed. They all turned to look at you. You stood there in shock. You then laughed, but there was no humor behind it.

“Wow.. this all started because I was trying to be a good girlfriend. And then the people I call so called boyfriends wanna tell me that I’m LEECHING OFF THEM?! THAT THE REASON THEY CAN NO LONGER TALK WITH ME IS BECAUSE IM NOT A FUCKING BIG SHOT LIKE THEM?! UNLESS YOU FORGOT I GO TO WORK TOO! I DON’T LEECH OFF NOBODY FOR SHIT!” You said, seeing red. How dare they. They know the shit you go through at your workplace. Having to deal with racism and things of that nature. You stood up from the table with the food that was barely touched. “Eat your food I’m going to bed.. do whatever the fuck y’all want ion care,, I won’t ask no questions no more. Thanks for telling me the reason though” You said as you walked off to one of the guest bedrooms to sleep.

They boys sat there in silence. They knew they were wrong for what they did and no doubt they felt horrible. “Fuck” Bakugou started, leaning down to hit his head on the table. “That was the worst conversation ever..” Midoriya said, pushing his plate away. “I feel really bad.. all she wanted to do was help” Todoroki chimes in. The guilt settles with them. “She.. she didn’t deserve that..” Bakugou said feeling extremely guilty. “Why did I say those stuff.. I’m a fucking idiot!” He continued. “Don’t say that Kacchan! Granted we didn’t act the best but..” Midoriya trails off. “We should go talk to her..” Todoroki says as he gets up. The other two men get up as well and they all walk towards the room you were in.

They stopped in front of the door when they get there. Midoriya knocked softly. “B-babe..? Can we come in?” He said silently. There was no answer. He looked back at the two males behind him then spoke a little louder. “N/N can we come in please we’re sorry.” Still there was no answer. Todoroki moved in front of him to test if the door was unlocked and it was.

He looked over at Midoriya and Bakugou, then looked forward and pushed the door open. The room was dark, with only a soft glow coming from your phone. Your back faced away from the door so you couldn’t see the boys when they came inside the room. “B-babe..?” Midoriya croaked out. You didn’t answer. “Babe we’re sorry please face us..” He continued. You stayed silent, not moving a muscle. The boys looked at each other and sighed in defeat. They moved to leave since they knew that when your mind was made up about something, there’s no persuading you.

“Hey..” you called out to them before they left the room. “Yes?!” Midoriya called out first. The three men turned around quickly, facing you. “Say that to me again.. and I won’t stay here..” you said as you turned to face them. Your eyes were red and your face was tear stained. You cry when frustrated.

The three men stiffened. The my knees what they did was wrong, but they had no clue it affected you so much. “Do I make myself clear..?” You asked seriously. “Y-yes babe.. we’re sorry.. just please don’t leave.. please” Todoroki said as he leaned down next to your bed and hugged you. You put your hand on his head and reassured him. “I’m not, I’m not. I trust you guys. You have me your word. I love you. All of you.” You tell them. Bakugou and Midoriya stood there, probably too overwhelmed with the situation. “Come on you two. Get over here.” You smile at them. The all laid in your bed together and fell asleep, the dinner forgotten on the table.

You woke up the next day to a cold bed. ‘Oh they probably went to work already..’ you thought. It was Friday. “Well.. time to get up” you yawned. You got up out of your bed and stretched. You took a shower, put your clothes on and made breakfast. You realized the dishes from the dinner you cooked yesterday were washed and cleaned already. You smiled at this and continued to finish getting ready for work. You finished your preparation and went to your car. You started the car and drove off to work.

When you pulled up, you got a text from your friend since middle school.

✗ Messages

[???]

— hey y/n! how you been?

[you]

— hey … ! ive been good,, hbu?

[???]

— ive been doing alright,, but i need to ask you a favor

[you]

— a favor?? what kind of favor??

[???]

— remember what we used to do in high school >:)

[you]

— lemme think abt it ok

[???]

— alr but lmk soon ok

[you]

— np xai yk i will

Read at 8:43 a.m

You spent the whole morning considering what your long time best friend asked of you. You really wanted to, but you weren’t sure. ‘It has been a while.. and I’d like to catch up. I wonder if they still act the same,, knowing those bitches they haven’t changed” you rolled your eyes and laughed.

A few hours pass and you get off work and get home. You slip your shoes and jacket off and walk to your shared bedroom with the boys. ‘Ugh..my head is killing me..’ you thought as you sighed and plopped down on the bed. You took your phone out of your back pocket and looked at the messages again. You really weren’t sure whether or not it was a good idea. You decided to take some more time to just think it over.

You sighed as set your phone down on the bed. You payed there for a bit just to relax. After a couple minutes you decided to go take a shower. “Ugh.. time to take a shower. Damn work took it outta me today. Wonder when them niggas getting home today..” you stretched and said. You laughed to yourself as you thought of how many times you’ve called the men you live with different names. It’s funny because they don’t mind it at all, so you get to basically call them anything you want. You shook the thought from your head and headed to the bathroom to take your shower.

After you finished, you walked out with a towel on and headed back to the room. ‘Ok I needed that..’ you thought to yourself. You made sure to dry your skin properly and continue to do your night routine. ‘Finally finished for the night.. god I’m tired but I still have to cook’ you thought.

You made your way to the kitchen to prepare dinner. You chose to make some fried chicken with rice and a homemade sauce you created a while back. You got the pots on the stove and started cooking. Like clockwork, the 3 men you shared your home with came through the door at roughly the same time as the day before. Right now, it was 8:39pm. You heard the front door and the muffled voices from the kitchen. You smiled to yourself knowing that they made it home safely. Being a pro hero does not mean you living to see tomorrow is guaranteed, so you were grateful. You heard their heavy footsteps and muffled voices coming closer towards you. You turned away from the stove to greet them.

“Hey how was work?” You questioned as you were putting a knife down. “Stressful” Bakugou said running his had over his face. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to look at what you were cooking. “Hey babe” Todoroki said sitting at the table. “Hi Sho. I’m guessing your day was just as bad as Katsuki’s huh?” You snickered. Todoroki shook his head with a soft smile on his face because of your antics. “How ‘bout you Izu how did the job go for you?” You said teasingly. He groaned and leaned up next to you on fridge. “It was stressful today that’s for sure..” he exasperated.

You couldn’t help but laugh at them. They look so out of place and annoyed. “Awe come on babe cut us some slack. Some of these people really know how to get on my nerves ok!” Bakugou groaned. The two other men nodded in agreement. You let out a final laugh before calming down. “Okok I will. I’m sorry” you said, still trying to calm down. The three men looked at you then smiled. This went unnoticed by you since you had shifted your attention back to the stove. Your mind was still lingering on the day before with the events that took place. You shook you’re heading to try and shake off the feeling since you opted to try and not think about it and got back to cooking.

“Oh by the way N/N, we have some plans we have to look over for the weekend ok? So we need to focus because apparently this new mission is a big job” Todoroki said. You nodded. You knew by the tone of his voice that he was serious, plus, you had no energy to say anything otherwise. “Dinner’s ready!” You said as you placed their food on the table. You could see that they’ve already started talking about what they had to do.

Suddenly a light bulb went off in you head. “Aye.. y’all.. I actually have something a friend wanted me to help them on this weekend. They didn’t say what it was but apparently it’s some sort of project” you tell them. You decided you were gonna help your friend since the boys are gonna be extremely busy. And that meant you were most likely gonna get ignored unintentionally, which is something you weren’t looking forward to anyways. And since they already started planning out what they were going to do about the mission, they just waved you off. You rolled your eyes and went to your shared room and grabbed your phone.

✗ Messages

— i’ll be there,, and expect me early cuz i may be leaving tonight or early tomorrow

Delivered

You put your phone down and started to pack a bag full of stuff you may need. ‘Should I leave a note when I’m going?’ You thought. ‘Naw whatever I’ll text them that I’m gone’ you decided. You continued to pack your overnight bag, making sure to put all the essentials in it. You look at the clock to see it was already past 10.

“Damn that took longer than I thought..” you said as you leaned up to stretch your back. ‘Where are those overworkers anyways? I thought they’d come in here and see me packing or sumn but I guess not’ you thought as your mind traveled to your boyfriends. You walked out of the room and into the kitchen to see they were already done eating. You rolled your eyes. “Of course those niggas are already working. Guess I’ll leave tonight. Got nothing to do anyways” you said to yourself.

You went back to your room and changed your clothes. After you were done, you made sure to grab your purse and put everything that may be needed in it. You wrote a note and stuck it the one place you knew they would all see it. The fridge. After you were done, you took all your stuff and grabbed your car keys. You walked out of the big doors and opened your car to drop all of your stuff on the passenger side of the car. You walked back around to the driver side and jumped in. You started the car and drove off, already knowing the address to the place you needed to go.

You arrived at the big house that was blaring with music. ‘A music video.. I knew it’ you thought. You and your friend, which was a well known musician. A famous one at that. And he wanted you to be in it since well, you’re a dancer and sometimes you sing too. ‘This was the project huh..?’ You thought as you shook you’re head and laughed silently.

“N/N YOU HOE YOU MADE IT!” Your friend, Xai yelled as he hugged you. You hugged him back. “Shut the fuck up bitch, yes i'm here. Now tell me what I have to do nigga” you said teasingly.

He rolls his eyes at you. “You know exactly what to do don’t act” he says walking away. You laugh. “Yeah yeah I hear ya. Now where’s my outfit. This is gonna be so fun” you said with excitement.

A few days later•••

And that is how you ended up with your situation. Apparently you went viral in that music video. You were one of the dancers and one of the background singers. You were dancing with your friend, who’s stage name was Xailli, in a scene and people found you captivating. So now your face was on some of the biggest billboards in the city. And apparently they, meaning your 3 boys, saw you and is now blowing up you’re phone.

“XAI! WHAT THE HELL! I DIDN’T KNOW THAT YOU WERE ACTUALLY PLANNING ON RELEASING IT SO QUICKLY!” You yelled at him on the phone. “I DIDN’T KNOW THEY WERE RELEASING IT EITHER!” He said frustrated. “Oh my god.. and now their blowing up my phone” you said. Right now you were hurrying to drive home.

“Omg I’m gonna get a fucking earful when I get home. And I honestly thought it was supposed to be a rough draft” you sighed. You never told the boys about your secret talents and now you were pretty sure whatever conversation that’s waiting on you wasn’t gonna be a pretty one. “Wait are they planning on releasing the rest?!” You asked expectantly. Xai scratches his head. “You know I’m not even sure no more I’d have to ask but since they can pull shit like this I wouldn’t put it past them..” he answers very frustrated. “Fuck..” you sighed.

“When I see your producers again they getting they ass beat. And why did they make us sign that NDA?” You asked. “Honestly I have no idea. I feel like they tryin to hide sumn but I don’t fucking know” he answered, visibly stressed. “Ah whatever.. I just pulled up outside the house so I’ll talk to you later ok” you said to him. “Alright laterrrrrr” he answered in a singsong voice. “Byeeeeee” you answered as you hung up.

‘Ah fuck..' you thought as you got out of the car and made your way to the front door. You walk up the stairs and go to open the front door when it swung open. You froze. ‘shit! shit! shit!’ You thought. You head was tilted down so all you saw were their feet. You were pretty sure they were starting down on you so you didn’t move an inch.

“Well?” Midoriya said. You didn’t even shift. For some reason you were so nervous that you didn’t even realize you were holding your breath. “Get your ass inside. We need to talk about something that I’m pretty sure you know about” Bakugou said, turning around. The other two men turned around and walked inside the house.

‘Why the actual fuck is this happening right now’ you thought as you walked in the house, head still facing the ground. You put all your stuff by the door and took you shoes off, then just stood there awkwardly. The three men stood in front of you, towering over your body.

“So.. you gonna start explaining? Because we sure as hell would love to know what we saw on the billboards all over the fucking city" Bakugou said. “And look up at us when we’re talkin’ to you” Midoriya says.

‘This is gonna be a fuckin' pain..’ you thought. You stood up straight and look at them dead in the eye. “What do you wanna know?” You asked. They all looked down at you knowingly. “We for one, why the fuck were you on a billboard today?” Bakugou asked. You sighed. “Ok I left you a note saying that I was gonna go to my friend’s house to help them with a project, given I had a feeling it was gonna be a music video but I wasn’t 100% sure” you said honestly. The three men looked at each other, then back at you. “Ok.. so then why didn’t you text us to tell us that’s what you were going to be doing when you found out?” Todoroki questioned. “I couldn’t. For some reason I had to sign an NDA, which I don’t normally have to do” you replied.

“They made you sign an NDA?!” Todoroki asks, concerned. “And you said they usually don’t make you do that..? Does that mean you’ve helped or does these types of things before?” Midoriya asks. “First yes Sho, I’ve been in helping in the music industry and in all my years of doing that I’ve never had to sign an NDA. And secondly, Yes Izu, as I said before I have been helping in this industry for a while.” You answered honestly. The three men stood there bewildered.

“So you’ve been helping with these kinds of things and never told us?” Bakugou asked. “Well yeah I guess.. it really wasn’t a everyday sort of thing. Whenever they called me to help I’d either tell them yes or no.” You answered. “Ok.. so what about the NDA?” Todoroki asks. “Well.. we did multiple videos, meaning music videos, and the producers released the video you saw today without Xai’s permission so I’m not sure what their gonna do now” you answered.

“WAIT THERE’S MORE?!” Bakugou yelled. “Uh.. yeah??” You answered in clear confused. “And they made you sign an NDA?!” Midoriya questioned. “Uhh yeah I’m sorry I don’t get it” you answered back visibly still confused. You looked at the three men who looked at you then looked at each other.

“Yeah we’re going down there NOW!!” Bakugou said, grabbing his jacket. “Wait wait WHAT HOLD ON I DON’T GET IT!” You yelled in confusion. Just then, your phone started ringing. You looked at the caller ID to see it was Xai. You answered it quickly. “Hey what’s up? You good why you calling again?” You asked. “No time to explain but you need to get over here quick. It has to do with the NDA. Turns out the producers and some people on my teams’ been pulling some shit behind the scenes,” he replied. You’re eyes widened at this and then mumbled a quick “thank you” then you hung up.

“They tried to fuck us over.. let’s go” you said as you rushed to the car. The three men looked at each other then proceeded to follow you. “I’m driving” Todoroki said as he took the keys from you. You all jumped in the car and he drove off. After you gave the directions and he got there, there was a spectacle outside. There were news reporters and paparazzi crowded outside. It was the house you shot the music video at, not Xai’s actual house. “For fuck's same how’d they find out already?!” Bakugou yelled. You sighed.

“I’ll handle this” you said as you got out the car. You walked up to the door but before you could get there, there were flashing mics and cameras being stuck up in your face. “Can you please get that away from me?” You asked as you tried to push forward but to no avail. “Excuse me but I think our love said to move back thank you,” Midoriya said, coming out of absolutely nowhere.

And the reporters just stood there in shock. Then the questions started bombarded all of you. You all managed to push through the flood of reporters, granted with Bakugou yelling curses for them to get out of your face. You all managed to get up to the front door. “XAI LET US IN! THESE REPORTERS OUT HERE ALL UP IN OUR FACE!” You yelled over the noise the door swung open and Todoroki pulled you up and walked inside the house with Midoriya and Bakugou quickly following. “Sho why’d you pick me up?” You asked. “I wanted to” he said nonchalantly. You rolled your eyes as he set you down.

“So where’s this Xai person and where can we find his management and team?” Midoriya said seriously. “No shit, they’re not getting away with this” Bakugou said. “I’m Xai and I’m talking to them right now, you can come along if you want to you know,” Xai answered. “You stay here” Midoriya said. “I ain’t staying nowhere,, let’s go,” you said, following Xai. The boys shook their heads at you and followed your lead.

✗ Eventually they got all the information they need and filed a lawsuit. Apparently what was happening was that Xai’s management was trying to squander the resources they have for this project they were currently doing for another. Basically copyright. And therefore they’ve made all who were there sign an NDA so that if this came out to them and those workers realized what they were doing then they wouldn’t be able to say anything.

✗ They got sued of course and Xai had to find new management. And you won the case and everyone was paid the money they deserved. You, on the other hand became a well know singer and dancer after that, with the help of the boys’ support of course. You were happy and so were the boys and you could honestly say that things couldn’t have turned out any better.

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[team-council-two]

hi hello :D hope y’all are having a wonderful day-

thank you so much for making this blog because holy shit it’s gonna be so helpful <3

how do you say “Jesus Christ” in French ? context being it’s an exasperated exclamation

1. Many thanks - Aschen

Always happy to help! Now shower us with prompts and questions :) - Ray

Aw hey, thanks a ton - Cosmas

alpha here !! have a nice day too ! Personally, I'm glad you think this'll be useful. I just hope you and other people alike will be ready for how fuckin utterly disgustingly verbose I am, as expected of the person of this blog assuming authority on questions regarding spy (and perhaps what little scout could hope to have of french), and I am wishing you to manage to extract some glimpses of useful informations from my endless blabber still. (i also would like to apologise for my... sporadic use of ' and caps. i unfortunately have spent a good part of my life imitating dave strider's typing style, for i am the mandatory homestuck fan per project.)

onto the point !

well, what a simple yet interesting question, which yet easily unfolds into quite the lot of considerations to ponder !

so see, i am already forced to explain a little french thing known as our special relationship with religion, or as i fondly call it, our hellbentness on loudly frothing at the mouth whenever the church and catholicism is mentionned and our tendency to enjoy concepts such as the guillautine and the séparation de l'état et de l'église (chuch state separation for you English speaking friends)

This love for our république and révolution influenced us culturally a lot. In short; we do not refer to god for much or anything, including for the use religion based cusses, simply because we were hellbent on removing the catholic church from as much of our life as possible. It wasnt just royalty ! (we had a toast in the honor of the english queens death btw). But, because there always is a but, these cusses and the like still exist in french, and Spy is still someone who lives around americans a lot. so im assuming hed do the same as me, aka pick up a lot of language habits that youd usually not develop as much. this DOES include using religious based speech despite it all. A common consequence is, even if you don't say oh mon dieu/mon dieu a lot usually, well… Live long enough in America, and you will. But, because of course, there's always a but ! we do this because they have strikingly similar connotations ! Both can be used for surprise, fear and exhaustion alike. So. Let me actually answer this.

First, Jésus Christ is how you say it in french but it's pronounced completely different, like jeh-zus creest. Second, that said its not one i'd quite use interchangeably, at least for this case. You see, not only it sounds awkward as fuck in French and would be a real tongue twister to say in the middle of an English sentence (Ray's post on switching from Russian to English being hard also applies to French), it also would be that French uses this one a bit more restrictively : it's a thing you say more for surprising situations rather than quite exhaustion. We can but it's not our first choice. (also, on a side note, doux Jésus, lit. sweet jesus, is precisely for pleasant surprises too, as well as fear bound surprise. On a similar vein, the exclamation "Jesus !" will more often than not be better translated by "Christ !", but it really is. um. a nun/old time thing. It really is not common.)

Ironically mon dieu/bon dieu would likely be more fitting, bon sang (bloody hell ? Except that it's just. literally good blood.) but only if you follow it with a full mocking sentence like "bon sang, you are so fucking stupid it baffles me !…" or something like "bon sang, mais c'est quoi ce bordel ?" for full on, jesus christ what is this shit ? yknow. you even can use bon sang de bon soir. This whole thing reads as much more firm and almost angry compared to what you want, likely, tho. The absolute fucking peak of tired exhaustion, which is what I assume you're going for ? a standalone "mon Dieu mon Dieu mon Dieu mon Dieu…" Complete with head shaking and rubbing your temples. Bonus for being a classic movie reference (le grand restaurant, any Louis de Funès fan here ? he might pop up a lot in what i refer to). "Doux Jésus de doux Jésus de doux Jésus…" also works the same, minus the cool reference. A good ole "oh putain" for when you realize sth is going fucky is good too, the classic "merde/et merde" also is commonly adviseable.

There are many options because despite Ray's insistance that French cussing is weak compared to Russian one, we do have an entire art of cussing a lot, cussing in specific ways and cussing in stupid and artful ways. please do not hesitate to provide more context and/or the paragraph in which this pops up. but overall ? since your audience will be in its majority either american, or french people used enough to american english, i wouldnt worry too much about jésus christ not being understood or noticed as an "error" despite its use being a tiny tiny bit different. This is overall nitpick. but hey ! Guess that's what we are here for.

[king-star]

hii! can you please make a natasha x reader fic where they both have been dating for a while and it's natasha's birthday and the reader surprises her with a brand new suit that she made herself and nat cries bc she never got a meaningful gift and the reader also surprises her with cake and more romantic gifts. you could make the reader tony's sister so it would make more sense that she's good at making suits but you don't have to!! thank you sm i need sum cute natty 😫

Birthday Suit

Warning: Use of the pet name Sunflower,

Match: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff

A/N: So this one was fun. I hate my birthday but this actually was cute. I’m trying a new way of presenting the dialogue. aesthetically it looks better but I’m not sure how it reads. I've seen other authors do the dialogue on completely seperate lines so just lmk if this is good.

Word Count: ~2.5 k

Summary: It’s Natasha's birthday, and despite her acting like she hates it you shower her with love.

The smell of cooking cake fills the compound. Even from the workshop, where you are, the sweet scent permeates the air. You have been baking for long enough to know what that smell means, the cake is almost done.

You check the clock on the wall. 2:44. Nat would be home at 5.

“Shit. I need to get this done,”

You shake your head and set down your wire cutters. The list of everything you need to get done before she arrives rolls through your mind.

It was her birthday. She didn’t know her actual birthday so years ago she made one up. The chosen date was a closely guarded secret she only shared with those she trusted most. For the most part the assassin didn’t even celebrate. When you had asked a week prior what she wanted to do she had brushed you off claiming,

“I don’t really care. As long as I get to be with my love.”

She had kissed you, hoping the kiss would fog your mind from any further planning. Unfortunately for her you were a big schemer, always going as big as you could for your friend’s birthdays.

You walked out of the workshop, making one last longing look at her unfinished gift on your messy work table. No one was around today. The one Saturday everyone had off a month. Natasha had gone shopping with Wanda, a plan conncocted to give you plenty of time to get everything ready.

“Friday do you mind turing the oven off?”

you asked the A.I. as you headed down the hallway.

“Of course Agent Y/L/N,”

entering the kitchen you picked up a discarded list of everything that needed to be done. Two items were crossed off “Bake the cake, movie fort.” The unmarked items looked at you teasingly and you felt anxiety rise in your chest. What if you didn’t get everything done and this birthday made Natasha hate birthdays even more? You shook your head trying to chase off the thoughts and went to the oven.

“One perfectly baked chocolate cake coming up,”

grabbing an oven mitt you pulled the cake out of the oven and placed it on the counter. Carefully you coerced the cake from the pan and set it on the cooling rack.

Back when Wanda and you ventured into the baking realm you had begged Tony to put in a floor to ceiling blast chiller. The kind that was always on baking competitions. He reluctantly agreed, with the price of always having to give him a taste of your creations. The freezer was immensely helpful in tight circumstances. You were more than grateful for it now.

You set your cake into the freezer and went to the pantry to pull out all the ingredients you needed for icing. You poured the powdered sugar and placed the butter into the bowl. When you turned on the mixer a cloud of sugary powder exploded in the kitchen. You blinked and licked your lips. Bringing a hand up to wipe your face, you laughed hard. Sugar covered the entire counter and floor beneath you, not to mention your already grease stained clothes.

“Wow, is my little sibling doing coke in here? And without me!”

a snarky voice sounded from across the room. You opened your eyes and squinted at your older brother with a scrunched nose.

“Can it Tony,”

You growled, grabbing a towel and wiping yourself off the counter. Tony laughed at you and opened the freezer to look at what sweet treats awaited him tonight.

“A cake? Are we celebrating?”

He laughed and made a teasing face. You rolled your eyes and called out to Friday.

“Can you order me four containers of icing from the store to be delivered?”

“You got it!”

her chipper accented voice came over the audio. You threw the towel in the sink and landed a punch in Tony’s arm as you left to go change.

“You better not eat any of that cake until Nat has had at least one slice. I know where you keep those rare magic cards you think no one knows about and I will not hesitate to cut them all in half,”

He looked at you in shock. Whether it was because you knew about the secret stash or because you would dare cut them you weren’t sure. The only way to get Tony mad was to go for something he couldn’t replace with money.

“YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING DARE,”

You run away as he climbs out of his chair and chases after you. You run into your room and lay on the door to push back a Tony who was only a few steps behind you. When you finally force the door into the frame you turn the lock and fall to the floor laughing.

Angry mumbling came from the other side. Tony pounded on the door twice before, defeated. walking away. After catching your breath you pulled your sugar stained clothes off and changed into the outfit you’d set aside that morning.

“Y/N the man just arrived with the icing,”

Friday called out to your room and you nodded.

“Thank you Friday. Have him set the bags in the kitchen,”

Friday hummed in agreement. You stood up and looked in the mirror checking yourself out. When you were satisfied with the look you unlocked the door and turned to the right. You really needed to finish Natasha’s present. You wouldn’t even have time to test it properly. You really hoped the phrase “it’s the thought that counts,” was true. Her gift could be something that got you endless kisses or a real crash and burn.

Making it to the lab you set your hand on your head and groaned. You really hoped it worked. It was so pretty. You grabbed the wrapping paper and box and set it in with a kiss.

“Natty, I hope you like it,”

The gift finished the fort built, and cake baked, there was only one thing left to do, ice the damn cake. You could bake sure, but only Wanda ever mastered the art of making it look beautiful.

When you made it to the kitchen Tony was nowhere in sight and a plastic bag with what you assumed was icing was set on the counter. You pulled out a butter knife and dug in, hoping this looked somewhat edible. Wanda was the one who was skilled at decorating. You could make the elaborate pastry chef treats, but you could never handle the finer details of making it look pretty.

~

You were in the workshop when Friday alerted you that Wanda and Natasha were home. A feeling similar to anxiety or excitement fluttered in your chest. This was the first time you’d celebrated her birthday with your girlfriend. You wanted her to like birthdays again. To feel as special and loved as you can pour out for her.

“Thank you Friday. Please tell them I’m in the workshop and will be heading to the game room shortly,”

You set down the gauntlet you’d been fixing while waiting for them and brushed off your outfit. Your eyes searched over the shirt for stains, and when you were satisfied you were clean you headed to your “party”.

Wanda was the first to come in. She threw her hands to her face and “oood” and “aweeed” over the spread you had out.

“Y/N your cake! it’s…. adorable,”

you punched her in the shoulder with a frown. She fell over laughing.

“I TRIED! and I’m sure it tastes amazing.”

you crossed your arms and pouted. She sat back up still laughing and patted your back.

“She’ll love it Y/N. Even if it had ‘fuck you Nat’ written on top she’d love it,”

you smiled at the complement and stopped pouting. You were explaining the technology behind Nat’s present when the woman of the hour finally walked in.

“What is all this? Are y’all having a party? and didn’t invite me,”

she sat down next to you intertwining your fingers with hers and kissing your shoulder. You smiled as the excitement anxiety mix returned.

“Actually…. it’s for you,”

You smiled and kissed her hands. She looked genuinely surprised. You really hoped the feeling was happy excitement.

“oh- Y/N y-you remembered? and you didn’t have to do any of this. I thought I told you i didn’t care to celebrate,”

you felt Wanda stand up to leave with a pat on your shoulder. You smiled up at her and turned back to Natasha.

“I know I know, but I wanted to do something special. You love me so well and work so hard all the time. You deserve a day that’s unapologetically about you,”

You knew if Natasha didn’t have such complete control of her emotions she would be crying. The agape mouth gave that away. You smiled and leaned forward pulling her into a deep, intimate kiss. Feeling her smile against your lips you pulled away and leaned your forehead against hers.

“I love you Natashka. I will do anything to make you feel like Queen of the world,”

with that she started crying. You frowned and wiped away the tears.

“I really hope those are happy tears,”

she nodded quickly and smiled, sniffling a little.

“Very very happy tears. happy ‘I don’t know what on Earth i did to deserve you’ tears,”

“It is I who does not deserve you. The Great Black Widow. I’m just here to make you smile, it’s my life goal,”

you bowed as much as you could sitting down. Placing a peck on her lips you turned back to the presents and pointed.

“Which one should we open first?”

she pondered and then picked up a small box. Nimble fingers unwrapped the box and pulled out a Ring. You had managed to get her size weeks earlier fitting one of your own on her finger when hanging out. She looked at the little silver band with a carved sunflower at the head. A smile bloomed across her face and she hugged you.

“Oh my goodness Y/N, it’s so pretty…,”

she slid it onto her fingers, finding the one it fit best and stared at it. You hugged her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

“Well, you are my sunflower. It’s just a reminder when we are away,”

Her eyes lit up at the nickname. It wasn’t as common for you to use it as baby or sweetheart, but sunflower had always been her favourite.

She looked at the other boxes realising they were also for her. You picked up the next box, a medium sized one and handed it to her. You were saving the biggest for last.

She was just in awe and set it down before unwrapping it. Her hands snaked around your waist and pulled you flush to her. Her soft lips pressed kisses to your jaw and she set her head on your shoulder.

“Thank you so much Y/N, I- no one has done something like this for me ever,”

She hugged you tight again and then let go picking back up the present. You nodded and kissed her head. Pushing some hair out of her face you stroked her hair softly. Her hands once again unwrapped the gift. She squeaked at the sight of the book underneath the paper.

Natasha never got to read much on her own accord growing up. The red room picked out books for her education but never anything she would actually enjoy. Long ago Natasha had told you the first book she read after getting out of the red room was Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and since then she adored the book. You had found, and paid for with Tony’s credit card, a first edition of the book. The auction was rough but you needed that book for Natasha.

Natasha stared at the book once, again jaw hanging open. She wiped her hands on her pants before handingly the book with utmost care. She flipped it over and ran her fingertips over the indented letters and gold illustration on the front.

“Y-you like it? I know you said you like Alice in Wonderland. It’s uh… actually a first edition copy. Tony was about ready to kill me when he saw me pay for the bid,”

You laughed nervously. She turned the book around again and then set it on the coffee table. She tackled you and pushed you back on the couch kissing all over your face. You yelped in surprise then grabbed her hips, catching her lips and kissing her roughly. She melted into the kiss but you pulled away.

“As much as I love this Natty, let’s open your last gift and eat some cake,”

You sat up and pulled her so she was in your lap. You placed a soft kiss to the back of her neck as she reached for the last gift. It was heavy but the assassin had no trouble lifting it.

“After that we can makeout in the fort I made. yeah?”

You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her close to you, rubbing circles on her thigh. She laughed and nodded, blushing profusely.

“I like that idea Y/N,”

She opened the box and pulled out the gift you put months of effort into. This time her reaction wasn’t as instantaneous. You helped her pull all the pieces out and set it on the coffee table. She looked at it slightly perplexed.

“I’m sorry… I’m not exactly sure what it is,”

She pouted and looked at you. You smiled and nodded knowing she wouldn’t. You set it out so she could see all the parts.

“Well… uh it’s a new suit. You always say that you don’t like how tight and revealing your other ones are so I kinda beefed this one up so it focuses on functionality,”

She nodded along as you explained. A look of understanding crossed her face as she pulled at the sleeves.

“ohhhhhhhh. That makes so much sense. I- Y/N what the fuck. I can’t express it enough. You are the best, you listened to me and used it to give me the best gifts i’ve ever gotten. You are the most thoughtful partner,”

You beamed. The feeling you knew she was struggling to express, it was exactly what you’d wanted her to feel. Loved, heard, appreciated, and cared for.

“I’m glad sunflower. That’s what I wanted. To make you feel as good as you deserve. D-do you mind if I tell you a bit about the features? I didn’t have time to test some of them so I will need to do that before you take it into combat,”

She nodded and slid off your lap to look at you. You patted her legs and squeezed then held at the sleeve first.

“Well of course it wouldn’t be a suit for the Black widow without gauntlets. These can change through three different modes for different levels and types of stuns also a laser if you need that for aiming,”

You flipped on the laser and pointed it at a pot then turned it back off.

“Also I made it so the suit can suction to your body but be limp to put it on. a lot easier to slip on ya know. And there is mobile but thick padding on all major points of contact for falling. Shoulders, hips, elbows, knees, the like.”

Natasha ran her hands over the surprisingly thin padding and smiled.

“Wow baby that’s… amazing,”

You nodded and picked up the bag attached to the back.

“And uh there’s a parachute built in as well as pockets up the legs, arms and boots so you don’t have to have the belts. They are sorta magnetic so you can like open them easily but when they are closed everything stays in. OH AND THE BOOTS,”

You started to ramble on about the energy absorbing boots you worked with Shuri on that would allow Nat to drop from double the height of a normal human with no damage to her knees or feet. Nat just stared at you hungirly.

“Hey baby, I seriously appreciate the gift. It’s honestly the best thing I've ever gotten. Why don’t we try it out tomorrow and you can show me EVERYTHING. For now we can… sit in the fort like you said,”

She had a cocky smile and you blushed at her antics. You nodded quickly, cutting off your rambling. Her hands found your waist and she pulled you off the couch and into the pillow fort you had built.

“I uh- got a movie for us to watch. Do you want to?”

She nodded and smiled. A look that very much meant “Yes. That's sweet, but I doubt we will be watching it.” You pulled her into your lap, setting your hands on her waist. She draped hers over your shoulders and rubbed light circles on the back of your neck. You leaned forward and trapped her lips in a kiss. Soft but full of passion.

The rest of that night was spent watching the movie and kissing. When you finally remembered the cake a slice had been taken out of it, with

“You were busy with Romanoff so I took what I was owed. The package has been moved, try getting me now little sibling.”

On a sticky note beside it. Natasha had laughed, unsure exactly what had happened but sure it was a story she would much enjoy hearing.

She had moaned over how good the cake was after laughing at how “Adorably” it was decorated.

“So Nat… did I make this birthday worth celebrating?”

She smiled wide and nodded.

“Yes Y/N, if every birthday was like this I would never want to stop celebrating.”

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Warnings: 18+ Content. Pregnancy, sexual intercourse, cursing, AU CEO Bakugo, Female pregnant reader, angst, some fluff, death, hospital, etc.

Words: 1.0k

A/N: I am sorry it has taken me forever to produce this. I hope y’all enjoyed this finale 🤍

Part Two | Part Three

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There wasn’t a place Katsuki didn’t touch you. There wasn’t a place where Katsuki didn’t mark you as his. The swollen belly should have been enough, but Katsuki’s selfish desires begged for more.

The kitchen table, the floor, the sofa, and the finale being performed on your large bed. Your body begged for more each time you two switched positions. Katsuki is kind enough to be slightly gentle when it comes to positioning you elsewhere. He at least cares enough to be careful with his seed.

There is nothing Katsuki can say or do to make up for the damage he has caused. He isn’t going to even attempt to do so, but he hopes all his love and affection being poured into your whimpering cunt will show that.

“K-Katsuki..” Your tired voice cracks, hanging onto the sheets as they would offer some sort of stability.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t miss it, you dirty whore.” Katsuki chuckled. “You’ve been begging for my cock all damn night.”

“Mm, you are so big, Katsuki.” You compliment through your gasp for sweet mercy.

“Your pussy should be nice and stretched after I’m through with you.” Katsuki teased, pumping his length in your hole. You take in every single inch without complaint, only moans to boost his inflated ego. He does not deserve it, but at the moment, you do not care.

You just want Katsuki near.

Katsuki lets you rest once he is done with you. He is kind enough to stay with you, watching you breathe as you proceed to fall into deep slumber. His naturally fast beating heart soothed you and your spawn to sleep.

A calloused thumb gently rubbed your exposed stomach. Your head laid on Katsuki’s muscular chest. You never thought this would happen, but you are happy it has. You know it does not take away the endless sleepless nights, it does not take away him abandoning you, it does not take away his rude actions yet for this moment, and this moment alone, it all faded away.

“I’m going to take you home.” He whispered amongst your hair.

He is making it right.

“Mr. Bakugo, sir.” The doctor spoke again, catching the blonde’s attention. Tears are welled up in his crimson orbs as he is going to hear the words he desperately did not want to hear again.

Struggling to get to his feet, Katsuki manages to stand. “P-Please—“

The doctor frowned, placing a comforting hand on the male’s shoulder. “She’s gone.”

Katsuki’s breath hitched. The room became overbearing though there was hardly anyone there. Honestly, that is what is best as the CEO falls to his knees. He rested his head in his hands on the ground.

“No,” he whispered between sobs, “no, no, no, NO!”

The doctor sighed, not knowing how to comfort the hysterical man. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Mr. Bakugo, sir.”

Katsuki spent the last couple months making things up to Y/N. The awkwardness between you two slowly faded. You are soon moved into his house, the baby’s crib and other needed supplies inhabit there as well. For the most part, you had an easy life until the day the baby��s arrival is upon you two.

“Katsuki?” You whispered one night as you two lay in bed, peacefully. Katsuki hummed in response, keeping his exhausted eyes closed.

“W-What,” you paused, finding the strength to proceed, “what do I mean to you?”

Katsuki is not sure how to answer this question. Sure, you obviously mean something if he moved you into his space. You are carrying his seed, after all. He has pondered this question more than once, but he is not sure how to express his emotions. He does not know how to do so in a healthy setting. Let’s not forget the guilt he is plagued with as well.

Sighing, Katsuki gulps. “A friend.”

“Oh.” You shakily replied. What is left of your heart seems to be shattered. Katsuki never made things more official between you two, but maybe you are just too wishful thinking. The way he gazes at you and holds you at night has to mean something.

It does, right?

Encounters went on as normal. Katsuki is pleasant to you and you did your best to hide your true emotions. Crying sessions in the shower are common, but you should know better, Y/N.

You two always had it no strings attached.

Screams arose from the bathroom while water rushed down your legs, onto the floor below. Katsuki is quick to rush over to you.

“Y/N, what the—“ Katsuki stops his sentence as he sees the sight in front of him. He does not even give you time to try to walk to the car, he is carrying you there and speeding you to the nearest hospital. You do your best to focus on your breathing.

“Everything is going to be okay, Y/N.” Katsuki reassured you.

Leading you into the emergency room, everyone quickly rushed you to the operating room, not even giving Katsuki the chance to follow or ask questions.

So, Katsuki paced for hours upon hours in the waiting room. His anxiety is eating away at his nervous system. His form trembled with each step he took and he did vomit a few times in the restroom. He is not sure what is going on or how child labor works, but he does not like how long this is taking. So many unspoken words, so many unfinished things, so many promises he needs to keep.

Katsuki has been keeping a ring tucked away for a few weeks now. He wants to keep it a surprise and wait until you both are settled with the newborn, but the future is now forever changed.

“The baby lived.” The doctor reminded Katsuki in the middle of his crying.

Katsuki gazed up, usually caring about his appearance, but this time was different.

“Can I see the baby?” Katsuki sniveled, his tone more neutral than expected.

The doctor nodded, leading Katsuki into the nursery where his baby girl rested. Katsuki’s ice cold heart melted at the sight of her. She looks just like you and Katsuki combined. She already has his blonde hair, but your beautiful facial features.

A nurse handed Katsuki his child. The baby grinned, gazing at her father. As much as Katsuki wanted to hate the child for taking his love, as much as Katsuki claimed he never wanted children, and as much as Katsuki despised putting anyone else before his career, your daughter changed his world.

“She still needs a name.” The nurse mentioned, casually. Katsuki gazed down at the woman.

“I already have a name for her.”

The nurse grabs the baby’s clipboard, ready to write it down.

“Y/N Bakugo.”

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[sei-hoe]

manager pt. 3

ok, it’s finally getting spicy in here y’all.  this is my favorite chapter so far, actually idk because pt. 2 and the fingers (drools), but there’s more of that in here heheh.  i hope you enjoy!!!

Reader x Tendou Satori feat. Ushijima & Semi

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

TW: gaslighting, manipulation, fingering, hand kink, sex, language, toxic men omg

WC: 2.8k

Summary: Practice has ended, do you go through with what you have planned with Tendou? (spoilers: yes you do 🥵)

The final whistle blew signaling the end of practice.  The team huddled together by the water cooler next to where you were sitting on the bench.  Feeling as though you should join them, you stood up and walked over to stand next to Tendou.  His body was close, heat radiating off his damp skin.  He smelled like sweat, it wasn’t a bad thing though.  As much as he fooled around during practice he also worked very hard, making himself one of the best middle blockers in the prefecture.  You looked up at him as Ushijima gave his closing remarks to the team, he looked down at you with a lazy half smile giving you instant butterflies as you quickly looked away, blushing.  

The huddle was dismissed, Tendou pulled you aside, lightly stroking your arm with his bandaged fingertips.  “I’m going to shower real quick.  Wait for me?  I’ll be like five minutes.”

You nodded and Tendou jogged in the direction of the locker room. As you started packing up your belongings you were getting lost in thought, did you want this? You could just leave.  You knew what was going to happen if he got you alone.  Casually flirting was one thing, but being alone with him in his car was another.  It’s not that you weren’t attracted to Tendou, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to do anything sexual with him yet.  You felt like throwing up, what had you gotten yourself into?  Before you could work through things in your head Ushijima cleared his throat to make his presence known.  

“I don’t know what your relationship with Tendou is…” he lied.  “But you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

You looked anywhere but his eyes, embarrassed as you stuttered out an answer. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you lied back to him.  

He smiled as he walked to sit on the bench next to you, taking a drink from his water bottle.  “Then it looks like I know something you don’t.”  You looked at him, confused.  

“Tendou is planning on you giving him head tonight in his car.”  The captain spoke bluntly.  “He told me in great detail during practice.”

“Oh god.” You cradled your head in your hands.  What have you done?  

“Is that not something you want?”  He feigned concern.  You wanted to disappear, to be anywhere but there.  You didn’t want to talk about this with the guy you liked, the guy you had fantasies about.  He leaned closer, “because if it’s not, you shouldn’t have led him on like that.” 

Your eyes widened as your head whipped in his direction.  “What?”

He took a breath. 

“Did you know that we are ranked within the top eight teams in the whole country?”  Ushijima looked off towards the court while you looked at him, eyes glassy and focused.  “That’s something that takes rigorous practice and time...we don’t have social lives outside of each other.”  

“I don’t unders-”

“That’s where you come in.  You were oh so willing to be our little manager, coming in here all shy and clinging to Tendou.  Don’t you think he deserves it?  Don’t you think we deserve it?”

You were piecing together the puzzle.  Connecting the dots.  None of them had girlfriends, you never saw any of them talking to girls in the hallways during passing periods.  The team had a sleazy reputation, for an unknown reason minutes ago, but now you knew why.  

Ushijima scoffed when he saw your appalled expression. “Don’t act like you’re so surprised. Why else did you come here? To make friends?”  He leaned closer, his whispered breath hitting your ear, “we’ll be the best friends you ever had”.  

Maybe a part of you wanted this and knew it was coming.  You told yourself this morning that this was a bad idea but you came anyway.  You were still shocked at Ushijima’s behavior.  You now knew the look he had given you before practice began wasn’t anger, but arousal and maybe jealousy.  Then it hit you, just as much as you wanted Ushijima, he wanted you back.

“Sorry to embarrass you, but Tendou told me about your cute little crush.” He wasn’t sorry.  He loved the panicked look in your eyes, it made you more pliable.  You put your head back in your hands willing this moment away.  

“Ah ah”, he tutted, pulling your hands away.  “Look at me.”   His sweaty palms coerce your head to turn in his direction. You hesitantly lift your glistening eyes to his stern ones. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” He stares into your eyes convincing you that this is all okay.  He’s okay with your crush, he’s okay with your hesitance.  He leans in closer, face only inches away from yours, his thigh brushing against yours, a warm contrast to the freezing metal sticking to the back of your thighs.  

He whispered against your lips.  “Tell me to stop.  Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

He waited a beat and you remained silent as he pressed his lips against yours. His mouth was hot and wet.  Even though you knew it was coming it still took you by surprise.  Your wide eyes eventually fluttered shut as you leaned into the kiss, resting your hand on his hard chest, gripping his practice jersey.  His heart beats were steady, opposite to your sporadic ones.  You felt his tongue licking against your lips, attempting to gain access to your mouth.  You let him in, savoring the moment that your tongues intertwined in your mouth.  This wasn’t your first kiss by any means, but it was your first kiss with Ushijima and one that you will remember forever.  

The door to the gymnasium opened with the sound of a metal creaking against metal followed by footsteps and two voices.  Ushijima pulled away from the kiss slowly, strings of saliva still connecting his mouth to yours until he distanced himself enough for them to break.  

Looking into your eyes he spoke with a half smile, “You gonna be good for us?”

“Mhm.” You nodded hazily as Ushijima looked over your shoulder to investigate the disturbance.  Tendou and Semi walked over to the two of you, shit-eating grins on both faces.  Ushijima stood up and bridged the gap between you and the two new arrivals.  They began talking about you like you weren’t sitting there, mouth agape wondering what the fuck was going on. 

“Well, what do you think captain?” Tendou asked enthusiastically.  “Do I know how to pick ‘em or what?”

“She’ll be perfect...well done”.  Ushijima pondered.  

“That’s as much of a compliment you’re going to get from him.” Semi laughed.    

“You ready to go baby?” Tendou looked at you.  You nodded, quickly packing up your backpack and grabbing your phone.  Tendou laced his hand through your own as you walked to the parking lot.  He smelled good, his hair was still damp from his shower so it wasn’t sticking up straight like normal.  

The cool night air hit you as you exited the building making you wrap your jacket around yourself tighter.  You looked back at Ushijima and Semi who turned to the opposite side of the parking lot.  Ushijima held your gaze, the same look on his face as earlier, the one you couldn’t quite place.  

“Have fun!” Semi yelled across the parking lot.  Tendou chuckled and smiled down at you.  “We will.”  He answered to you instead.  

_____

Tendou’s car is pretty much exactly what you would picture.  Messy.  Fast food bags in the backseat, school papers everywhere, various volleyball paraphernalia and empty energy drink cans littering the floor.  

“Shit, sorry” he murmured as he brushed past you to throw everything that was occupying the passenger seat into the back. He gestured for you to get in.  Hesitantly you ducked down and slid into your seat.  Was this safe? Should you trust these practical strangers?  Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the driver’s side door opening and Tendou’s legs making their way into the car followed by the rest of him.  He just seemed like one of those tall lanky guys that would drive the smallest beat up car.  

One of those tall lanky guys who had a long, thick cock to match. 

You looked out the window as you thought about what was about to happen, taking a deep breath you reflected. You wanted this, you repeat this to yourself.  What else did you have to do? You’re going to be involved in school activity, or rather a school activity is going to be involved in you.  Whatever.  You thought about what Ushijima said.  About how hard the team works, every single day.  Don’t you think we deserve it? His words resonate in your head.  You took a hesitant look at Tendou.  He was scrolling through his phone while his car warmed up.   Doesn’t he deserve it? 

You lean across the center console to put your head on his shoulder.  Tendou locked his phone, setting it on the dashboard, chuckling, “I have to hand it to ‘em, Ushi always knows just what to say.”

“You deserve it Tendou.” you looked up at him with innocent eyes. You don’t know where this sudden courage was coming from but you reached down to grab his hand that was resting on this thigh. Taking his pointer finger between your thumb and pointer finger you begin lightly rubbing, moving up and down his stupidly long finger.  His eyes went half-lidded and he quietly groaned as you made your way closer to his face.  Completely mesmerized by your soft ministrations he hooked his arms underneath yours and moved you onto his lap.  His erection was poking against your ass, your suspicions confirmed that his cock matched his body type.  

Whispering against his soft pink lips, “you like having your fingers played with?” 

He closed the gap between your mouths desperately.  His kiss was different from Ushijimas. Where he felt practiced and calm, Tendou’s kiss felt heated and needy.  His tongue instantly slipping into your mouth to lick everywhere he could reach; your cheek, teeth, tongue, lips; nothing was excluded.  He was rutting up onto your ass desperate for any kind of stimulation he could get.  You were still stroking his fingers as he brought both hands in front of your face.  

“Suck.” he pushed his pointer and middle fingers past your lips, you accepted them greedily, wetting them with the excessive amount of saliva your mouth has been producing.  Leaning back in his seat he watches you, mouth slightly agape, smiling.  He pushes further, too far, causing your throat to constrict around his digits. 

“You gonna gag on my cock like that too you little slut?”

You moan, unashamedly taking everything he would give you.  He continues to rub himself against you, grabbing your half exposed ass with his other hand feeling your lacy panties for the first time.  

“See you act all innocent, but you’ve been wearing this underneath your skirt all day?”  His hand caresses the fat of your ass and squeezes its way around to the front of your thigh until his fingers are playing with the hem of your panties on your upper leg. His bony fingers snake their way under your panties, moaning as he feels the evidence of your arousal, thick and slippery on his fingertips.  

“You don’t need any prep at all do you?” he condescends.  His fingers toy with your wet little hole, playing with the tight ring keeping him out of your cunt.  He pushes in with two fingers.  It didn’t matter how wet you were, it was a stretch, length and girth-wise.  You winced, biting down slightly on the fingers still penetrating your throat.  Pulling his fingers out of your mouth he reached down to release his aching cock from his sweats.  His other hand pulling your panties to the side you felt his cock brush against your folds.  

“Looks like we’re going to have to save that blow job for next time.” he mentions as he begins prodding your cunt with the tip of his painfully hard cock.  You wished you were able to get a good look at it, but you supposed you could save that for next time as well.  The stretch was burning as he slid into your drippy hole, inch by inch.  His head tipped back in pleasure, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Seizing the opportunity, you latched onto his neck, sucking bruises onto his pale complexion as he began to bottom out.  

He pulled you off of his neck by your hair,  “don’t do that.” Embarrassed, your cheeks began to heat up, but a blush wasn’t given the opportunity to form as he began to move inside of you.  Your gummy walls grip every ridge and vein of his cock as he holds onto your hips.  

“Can’t be all marked up for games” he grunts, his eyes shut tightly, savoring the way you feel around him.  

“Sorry Tend-”

“Aww, getting all shy on me now, huh? Where’d the little girl who was sucking on my fingers go?” You buried your face in the crook of his neck as he wreaked havoc on your poor little pussy.  You could act as confident as you wanted, but this was still a crazy experience for you.  You opened your eyes to take in the scene in front of you.  Tendou’s neck was flushed, damp from sweat, veins jutting out ever so slightly.  You lick a cautious stripe up his most prominent vein.  He chuckles, “that’s ok baby, you can do that”. His hand is still weaved in your hair as he lets you have your fun.    

The car windows were fogging up as the sun was almost completely set.  “Fuck baby, you feel so good.”  You feel your pussy clenching down on him and a familiar feeling churning in the pit of your stomach.  He could feel it too, reaching down he toys with your clit.  Rubbing small circles around it, various mixtures of praise and degradation pouring from his mouth, egging you on.  

“You gonna cum for me? Huh?” he goads.  “I want you to.”  That’s all it took to push you over the edge.  His thumb stills, but applies pressure as you spasm and moan over his cock and fingers.  Head now heavy with sleep you rest your head on his warm shoulder.  

“I don’t think so.” he commands, shaking his head and  pulling you upright by the hand still attached to your hair.  “You’re gonna watch me ruin this pussy.” 

His humping was getting sloppy and uncontrolled and you began to get overstimulated. 

 “You on the pill?”  You nod, eyes glued to his.  “Thank fuck,” several hurried thrusts later, his thrusting stilled and he was spilling himself inside of you.  

 “Fuuuckkk,” he moaned, still holding your head in place ensuring that you were watching.  You felt so full, his thick, sticky seed finding a nice home inside of you.  He took a moment to catch his breath, releasing your hair from his sweaty palm, letting his head fall back against the headrest.  He grabs his phone from the dashboard, to snap a quick picture of your abused cunt before you could protest. 

“For later,” he murmurs, staring at the screen illuminating his face.    

He pulled out and tucked himself back into his sweats.  You felt so empty all of a sudden, your pussy still molded to the shape of him.  He slid your panties back in place.

“We wouldn’t want any to slip out,” he smiled lazily at you.  

___

The drive home was a quiet one.  The radio was playing quietly in the background and the sun had completely set at this point.  The only light was coming from the headlights in oncoming traffic.  You directed him whenever he had to make a turn, but otherwise neither of you said a word. He had his hand resting on your thigh, which was reassuring you suppose.  Maybe he was just tired after cumming.  You had arrived in front of your house in record time; Tendou was a bit of a reckless driver.  You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for your backpack, not expecting another interaction.  But he got out of the car to walk around to open your door, something you hadn’t expected. 

Getting out of the car and walking towards your front door you mutter, “thanks Tendou, I’ll...uh...see you tomorrow I guess.” 

“Hey, come here,” he spoke, pulling your arm towards him.  You crash into his chest.  Raising a finger to your chin, he lifts it.  “You were everything I needed you to be today.” He kisses you on the lips then takes a step back. 

“Also I kinda love knowing that you’re keeping my cum warm for me in there,” he ran his hand up your lower abdomen. Tendou released you from his hold and circled back around the car.  You stood there once again, mouth agape, face beet red. 

“See you tomorrow manager.” 

[volleychumps]

Can you do the tik tok is your man still around for kuroo, Kags, iwa?

HAHAHA omg thank y’all for 300 followers that’s literally insane! I keep getting requests for tik tok scenarios and I’m thinking of doing a little series with them among other requests!

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Is Your Man Still Around? w/ Kuroo, Kageyama, and Iwaizumi (a lil angsty ngl)

Kuroo

“Babe, I love when you wanna cuddle, but I reaaaaallly can’t right now, alright?” Kuroo’s eyes don’t tear themselves away from the screen, his broad shoulder moving so you would stop trying to cuddle him. “Give me an hour, okay?” 

With a pout, you fall back onto the bed, facing up at the ceiling as the press of the buttons seem to quicken on Kuroo’s controller. You groan lightly, feeling a little more needy than usual as you playfully kick Kuroo’s back. 

He doesn’t even look back at you from his spot at the end of the bed, shouting commands to whoever was on the other end of his headset. You roll your eyes before mindlessly scrolling through your applications, eyes glinting when you come across a tik tok of a girlfriend and her boyfriend’s reaction. 

You hesitate, glancing up at Kuroo before hitting the record button. Kuroo glances back once, silently questioning why you were facetiming someone as you hold your breath to keep yourself from laughing.  

“Yo what’s good shawty, is your man still around?” 

The bedroom that was once loud with the violent shooting game on the TV had come to a standstill, and you have to bite your knuckle from letting any giggles past when the buttons come to an abrupt halt, the paused screen reflecting on the stoic look on Kuroo’s face. You watch as he slowly removes the headset from his face, setting it down next to him as he seems to ponder his next movement. 

Slowly, he stands and turns towards you, his features darkened as he walks up to the side of your bed. You hide your phone under the blanket, not realizing that would probably make the situation worse as Kuroo calmly walks up to your smiling figure and snatches the blanket off your body. 

“Who is he?” It was obvious he was trying to keep the strain out of his voice, darkened eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and anger before you can’t take it anymore. 

“Babe, look.” When he refuses to look at your screen, feral eyes locked onto your playful features, your eyes turn into a deadpan stare. 

“It’s a tiktok sound.” 

“It’s a what.”

With a laugh, you play back the sound for him, watching his expression change from one of hurt to one of annoyance. He snatches the phone out of your hand, eyes narrowing before he gives you a light shove. 

“Move over.” 

Smiling widely, you make room for him next to you as your childish boyfriend flicks the TV off, pulling the blanket over the two of you as he pulls you into his chest tightly. 

“You really played with my heart so I would cuddle you.” 

You nuzzle in closer, wrapping a leg around him to pull him tighter against your body. He scoffs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Don’t scare me like that.” 

Kageyama

You were kind of bratty when it came to Kageyama and his way of prioritizing things, you had to admit. After another argument with your setter boyfriend, you had been laying on his bed in a fit of pouts as Kageyama finished up with his assignment at his desk. The tension in the room wasn’t leaving, and you were ready to apologize for acting out the way you did. 

“Tobio.” 

You sigh at the lack of response. “I know you can hear me.” 

Kageyama, being almost as childish as you, turns up the volume on his headphones, causing you to take on a genuninely hurt expression. 

Fine. Two can play at this game. 

Knowing you wouldn’t take it too far and actually get someone beat up, you scroll through your tik tok to land on the sound you wanted, making sure to turn the volume up. 

“Yo what’s good shawty, is your man still around?”

You smirk a little when you see Kageyama freeze, his pen stopping mid-sentence. 

“Yeah, let me just grab some headphones.” You mumble as if you were trying to be quiet, turning on your side to grab them off the nightstand. When you turn again, Kageyama has your phone snatched out of your hand, not bothering to look down at the screen as he hits your shut down button twice, thinking he ended the call. He throws it on the bed, blue eyes brimmed with anger. 

“What, when I don’t want to talk to you, you run to another guy?” 

You lazily smile when he cuts you off as you open your mouth to speak. 

“How long have you known him? Are you cheating on me?” With every question, he got a little closer, blue eyes narrowing at the relaxed expression on your face. “Don’t you have anything to say?” 

You blink innocently before kissing him on the cheek, ignoring the confused expression that overtook his features before shuffling around to obtain your phone, playing the sound back for him. 

His expression melts away to one of relief, tugging you into his chest.

“Please don’t leave me. Please.” 

You bite your lip, feeling guilty for messing with him as you breathe in is scent. “I’m sorry for being kind of a brat earlier.” 

“I don’t care anymore. Just...hold me, will you? You almost gave me a heart attack.”

The guilt bubbles up in your stomach as your heart pounds in your chest, feeling his grip tighten around you ever so slightly.

“I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

Iwaizumi

“She’s just a friend, (Y/N). You don’t need to worry. I’m tired. I don’t want to talk about something so meaningless.” 

“Iwa, she was literally all over you! And not gonna lie, you looked like you were enjoying it.” 

“What the hell? It’s called being polite. Not that you would know, you were basically glaring her down the whole night.” 

“Are you actually defending her right now?” Your voice cracks as Iwa’s eyes soften before hardening again. He turns away from you with a huff, slipping his coat off as he turns into your shared bedroom. 

“Just...go take your shower first.” That sentence ended the argument and all conversation as you hurriedly rush into the bathroom, being sure to slam the door as you did so as you release a groan of frustration. You run your bath, settling down into the steaming water as you mindlessly scroll through your phone, biting your lip at the emotion in your throat. 

A soft tap on the door sounds. “(Y/N)?” 

“I’m busy.” You snip, a glint in your eye as an idea comes to mind. 

“Look, we can talk this out, just please unlock the door.” 

Silence. 

“(Y/N)-” Iwaizumi’s brow furrows at the sound of the ringing from a facetime call. Who would you need to be calling while you were stark naked in the tub?

“Yo what’s good shawty, is your man still around?”

You press a hand to your mouth to conceal your laughter as Iwa’s side of the door becomes eerily silent. You blink. 

“Babe, it was-”

You weren’t prepared for Iwaizumi’s foot to kick open the door in one swift kick, tie loosened and promise of death in his eyes as he did so. 

You jump, almost dropping your phone in the water as you begin to stutter out explanations, Iwaizumi stalking over to the tub with a dark look on his features. He glances down at the tik tok sound, rolling his eyes at the stupidity of the situation before his fingers clasp at your chin. 

“Don’t play with me, (Y/N).” 

“I...” Iwaizumi sighs at your trembling figure, not meaning to scare you, but meaning to promise death at who ever laid on the end of your “call”. He pulls up a stool behind you, ignoring your questioning stare as he begins to help you soap your back, large hands moving to massage shampoo into your hair. 

“She was ugly anyways. Stop being mad.” 

You blink, realizing this was him trying to mend the situation. 

You laugh a little, tilting your head up to look at your handsome, yet scarily protective boyfriend. “You really just broke the door.” 

“And whose fault is that?” He mocks, arms sliding to wrap his arms around you from behind, his sculpted chin resting on your wet shoulder. 

“No one else can see you like this but me.” 

[daisybeewrites]

July — d.j.

for @dreamcxtcherr ‘s 3k writing challenge. congrats lena!!

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mention of car crash/death, mention of alcohol consumption, daisy cries, i think thats it lmk if not!!

ship: R x daisy johnson

okay y’all… first ever anggstttttt!!! i’m way too excited about it. if you want a fully immersive experience, i recommend listening to july by noah cyrus slowed + reverb

(gif uncredited on pinterest (ugh, i hate that. credit a gif if you use it!! im trying to find the owner)) update — found owner

It was another mission. Another nightmarish fire-fight where you almost lost a limb, almost lost a friend, almost lost your life. Twenty-four hours later and you’re back home, safe.

Well, as safe as you can be when your engagement is on the verge of breaking off.

You stare at the simple ring on your left hand. White gold band, a tiny amethyst set to the left of a diamond. There was a nearly identical one lying next to the sink, the only difference being the switched places of the glittering gems.

You know she didn’t do it purposefully. You had both been exhausted after what was supposed to be an in-and-out mission turned into a hostage situation. Daisy did what she always did as soon as you were home — take off her gauntlets, wash her hands in the sink, grab a snack, and hop into a steaming shower.

But you still can’t stop yourself from staring at it, eyes fixed, hands shaking, breath held and mind racing.

You used to join her. You would wash each other’s hair, ease each other’s sore muscles with delicate touches on tender purple-black bruises. She would lean into you, letting you braid her hair and falling asleep in your arms, drifting into a deep slumber. It was intimate, lovely; it was normal and perfect.

Taking a sip of your room-temperature beer, you slide off the cool granite of the kitchen island. You had a new routine after missions now, you just had to get used to it.

You hear the shower shut off, bare feet pad into your cosy bedroom, and the door shut with a loud creak. The minute squeak of the mattress tells you that Daisy flopped into bed.

A ghost of a smile lights your face. It looks more like a grimace, you think, as you check your distorted reflection in the green glass of your beer bottle. Chucking the empty bottle in the recycling, you run a hand through your dirty, salty hair. The comfy sweats you changed into an hour ago would need to be washed, the dirt still adorning your skin rubbing off on the black material. You exhale before heading down the hall towards the bathroom.

The tiled room is filled with steam, the mirror fogged up so that only a blurry outline of your silhouette could be seen. You are unrecognizable.

How fitting.

The quick, cold shower you take does nothing to ease your mind or body. You wipe the mirror in a circle, taking out a first aid kit.

With all your cuts bandaged and the proper creams Jemma had snuck to you and Daisy applied to your fresh bruises, you headed into the hallway in your towel.

Daisy is standing in the kitchen, lilac lounge shorts you bought her last Christmas showing off her tanned and scarred legs. She looks warm and soft, a very different Daisy than the superhero who had broken a mob boss’ legs just hours before. Her hair is wet and in braids. You frown. You always braid her hair.

If she hears you, she doesn’t turn around, so you take a moment to admire her. Ten seconds, that’s all you give yourself. It was a stressful mission, if you stare too long she might snap. From the back, you can’t see the dark circles you know are there, but you can see the tension in her shoulders and the slight tilt of her head as she ponders what to eat.

You say nothing as you go to the bedroom to change. You find a black pair of SHIELD sweats and an old, holey t-shirt you vaguely remember stealing from Fitz. A presence at the doorway catches your attention.

“Hi,” Daisy says tentatively. Your breath caught in your throat, your lungs holding the air captive until Daisy spoke again.

“I missed you.”

Your eyes widened. Maybe tonight wouldn’t end with one of you on the couch, clutching a six pack while the other cried as quietly as possible, tucked into cold, lonely sheets.

“Braiding my hair, I mean,” She clarified. Her fingers twisted together, rigid posture giving away her nerves.

The air felt humid, as if the open window had suddenly sucked all the AC out and let the mid-summer heat in. Your memory flashes to the last time you and Daisy had a normal, happy conversation.

The edges are fuzzy, but the pure joy in Daisy’s chocolate eyes is clear. Fairy lights strung haphazardly around the living room, a movie playing in the background, your lips on hers. Blankets make a ceiling over your head that shut out the rest of the world, this moment was only for you two. You played with the thin metal band on her ring finger, she ran her hands through her hair. Her matching ring scratched your scalp lightly. You both smile as you pull away. You whisper childhood stories, laugh at the funny parts and offer melancholic smiles at the not-so-lighthearted parts. You were happy.

That night you got the call — Lincoln Campbell, yours and Daisy’s best friend, had wrapped his car around a telephone pole coming off of a long shift at the hospital. His blood alcohol was almost .40.

Eggshells littered the house from the time you got back from the funeral. One wrong word, Daisy would snap and spend hours punching a bag until her fingers bled. You would fill those hours with whatever was closer — wine or your car keys. You pulled yourself out of your head, realizing you should answer her.

“I missed it, too,” You breathed.

Daisy made a small, unintelligible noise before collapsing against the door frame. You froze for only a second, your mind racing through possibilities. Was she bleeding internally? Was it her back again? Did she get shot and not notice until now?

You leap over to her, catching her as she crumbles to the hardwood floor.

A quiet sob wracks her chest. Your hands hover over her slouched back, unsure how to comfort her. At this moment, Daisy feels foreign. Her sudden vulnerability alerts you to how she’s been holding her emotions in for god knows how long.

“Daisy…” You start, hesitantly.

Daisy hiccups loudly, another wave of tears washing over her.

“Tell me to leave, I’ll pack my bags,” Daisy cried, “But I don’t, I-I don’t want to lose you!”

Burning tears gather on your lash line, threatening to fall at her words. You never could stand to see Daisy cry.

Your brows furrow slightly in confusion before you realize what Daisy is talking about. After Lincoln’s death, you two had fought increasingly more often until Daisy locked herself away or spent the night at May’s, and you went for drives until your car ran on empty. On those nights, bottles of wine disappeared from the cabinet without a trace.

Daisy sits up, stamping down her sobs, seemingly resigning herself to the fact that you aren’t going to say anything. Her trembling lip and red eyes pierce your heart. The astronomical distance between you two seems atomic now. You reach out quicker than lightning, shushing her cries and rubbing her back.

“Do you want to go?” You asked after a while. Your knees dig uncomfortably into the floor, your shoulder hurts from the ridges in the doorframe.

Daisy sniffles, her hair falling into her face as she looks away. You crane your neck down, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear.

“You know I’m afraid of change, I guess that’s why we’ve stayed the same,” You sigh, your chest constricting and squeezing the broken glass pieces of your heart.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself to continue, “But if you want to find a new life, someone who loves you better than I do, darling, I understand.”

Daisy is still frozen, stare burning holes in the floor. You’re glad that the two of you are at home, the poly-tectic adaptive materials hidden between the walls keeping the house from collapsing. By the slight groan of the foundation, you can imagine Daisy could bring down a mountain with the amount of pain she’s in.

Which can only mean one thing.

“I’m not enough,” You stated. It wasn’t a question. You glance down, a glint in the low light cast from the lamp on the bedside table catching your eye. She has her ring on…

Daisy finally, finally shakes her head ‘no’. You let go of a breath, guilt building every second that passes. She isn’t happy. You shouldn’t be happy that she’s staying.

“Feels like a lifetime, we’ve been trying to get by while we’re dying inside,” You say, gently.

Daisy snaps her eyes to yours, a desperation in them you recognize as grief.

“So much of the past year has been consumed by grief. We never took time off, we never talked about it. I’ve done a lot of things wrong, loving you being one,” She whispers.

You nod, there is no denying that you each had a part in getting to where you are now. Delicately, you grab her hand. She squeezes it, a rush of small vibrations traveling up your arm. Your chest flutters at the familiar affection.

“So have I,” You assure her. She gradually falls towards you, exhausted. You let her rest her head on your shoulder, her breath evening out as her arms wrap around you. You feel hot tears flow down your face, fall onto her hair. Slowly, you pull Daisy closer to you.

Hours later, the sun peeks over the top of the mountain range in the distance. You had adjusted the two of you sometime around two a.m., no longer able to feel your legs from how the floor cut off your circulation.

Sometime around three, you had gathered the courage to move Daisy to the bed, trying hard not to wake her. She had only turned over and not let go of your hand.

You haven’t slept at all tonight, thoughts spinning until you force yourself to pause and count to ten, only to repeat the pattern.

You know what you have to do. You know what’s best for the both of you. You’ll leave, pack your bags and find a place to stay until you can scrape up enough money to rent an apartment. You’ll go to therapy, learn to live without Lincoln, without Daisy. Eventually, Daisy will heal, too. You both have the team at your backs, no matter what happens. She would be okay.

But you know you won’t. The fear of losing Daisy, of losing your life, your home, yourself stops you. You can’t move on. You can’t move forward.

You know that the big changes it takes to heal could cost you Daisy. So, you stay the same. You give into fear. You’ll never be enough, never love Daisy right, never quite heal fully — and neither will Daisy. But you still stay.

You’ll always stay the same.

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Pressing Camera Questions

Part One of Magnetic

Magnetic Masterlist | Robots and Renoir

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only Warnings: Cursing; eventual explicit sexual content Notes: Y’all I have been sitting on this for so long. Chapters will err on the shorter side.  Summary: Now that you’ve met him in person, Nathan Bateman is everything and nothing like you’ve expected. 

It’s just… Well it stands to reason, is all. Nathan seems to have cameras in every single other room that you’ve seen so far. Maybe it’s a little creepy to think about, but why would your guest room be any different?

It’s the first time you’ve ever been to your boss’ research facility, despite the fact that you’ve been Nathan Bateman’s personal assistant for nearly two years. You blame that on the fact that you sort of fell into the job.

You’d been an intern at Blue Book, working out of the same office as his previous PA, and you’d assisted her from time to time. You’d started getting CC’d on emails, pulled in on phone calls. His previous assistant was nice and all, but being Nathan Bateman’s PA was a full-time, round-the-clock, he-knows-it’s-2-AM-where-you-are-but-he-needs-this-answer-right-now kinda job. For an aloof genius, the guy is pretty high maintenance. He built his shit from the ground-up; his products and his company are regarded as the best, so he expects the best. Just before your internship had come to a close, his PA had quit. Bateman had reached out to you and asked you to fill in for the time being, just until he got someone else. He offered a higher salary than you’d gotten as an intern, too. You didn’t have anything else lined up, so you’d accepted. It was supposed to be temporary. Thing is, he never did get anyone else. It’s been two years of phone calls, emails, and precisely one insanely grainy and lagged video call because the wifi in your apartment building is an atrocity.

Now that you’ve met him in person, Nathan Bateman is everything and nothing like you’ve expected. You’ve seen pictures, of course. It’s not really the physical aspects of him that have thrown you (though, if you’re pressed for the truth, you’ll admit that he’s much more handsome in person). You’re used to his humor -- sometimes dry, sometimes dark, but when you’re in front of him, you’re treated to these sardonic little smiles that accompany his quips. You’ve read interviews with and articles about the guy - the previous PA had handed you a folder full of them when she’d left and had heard that you were taking over her duties (you’d asked her why hard-copies, and moments later, an NDA had hit your inbox). The profiles from these writers always offered a sterile picture of a Promethean genius, as distant and cold and magnetic as a dead star. And they’d been a little right. Nathan is magnetic. But your last two years have been spent arranging the details of the man’s life. In that time, he’s caught glimpses of yours, too -- details that can’t be found online. He’s taken hold of these tiny things, held onto them and remembered. You know he has because he’s teased you about them, hung little facts about your over your head like weightless anvils. Nathan is magnetic, yes. But he doesn’t seem cold. No-- since the second you laid eyes on him, since the brief in-person awkwardness has dropped off of you as he showed you around the facility, Nathan has intrigued you. He’s like a shiny red button that you know you’re not supposed to press.

But… Well, now there’s some awkwardness again. Only, the man’s not even in the room.

Should you text and ask him if there are cameras? What the hell kind of text is that to send? Should you look for them?

Oh god, if there are cameras, if he’s watching, then he’s just seen you staring into your suitcase, panic-stricken for the last five minutes as you ponder your pressing camera questions.

You’re gonna be there for the next three days; he’s mentioned that he’d like your being around to be more of a regular occurrence, if not a permanent fixture -- he went so far as to call this guest room your room.

You finally manage to shake yourself from your thoughts and reach into your suitcase for your pajamas.

You’ll shower.

Yes, you showered when you got to the facility, but hell, you’ll shower again and put your pajamas on in there. The guy’s got more money than God, he can afford a slightly higher water bill this month. Besides, there surely aren’t cameras in the bathroom.

...Oh god, are there? 

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