#took me big time to trust her not act over her feelings for her crush BUT the thought of her want to be intimate with him hurts me a lot

[simjaexy]

𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 | 𝙋.𝙎.

pairing ⇀ brothers best friend! park sunghoon x sister! reader

synposis ⇀ you knew sunghoon ever since you were little with him being your big brothers best friend. what jay didn’t know though, was that you always had a secret crush on sunghoon. despite your feelings, you believe sunghoon doesn’t like you back and sees you as nothing more than his friends annoying little sister. right?

genre ⇀ smut, angst

warnings ⇀ MINORS DNI!!!, the sexual scene doesn’t come for a while, lower case intended, cursing, arguments, crying, partying, drinking, insecurities, sunghoon is toxic, reader thinks about sunghoon a lot, mean dom! sunghoon x sub! reader, eating out, overstimulation (f), blowjob, semi public sex, jealousy, possessiveness, dirty talk, manhandling, minor choking, lying, fingering, name calling (slut and etc.), no protection (wrap up ur hotdog), not cumming inside, lmk if i missed any!

w.c ⇀ 8.0k+

a/n ⇀ was trying to do a drabble but instead made it into a somewhat whole fic cause i got carried away but oh well. this took me a while too make cause i wanted to make it good but i think it ended well ifykyk ;). also, if you would like to be added to my permanent taglist please click here and leave a comment! reblog, comment, like, etc.! not proofread!

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you remember the first time you met sunghoon at a neighborhood park. you were five while sunghoon was six. the sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the playground. jay, your big brother, had excitedly dragged you along to meet his new buddy.

you were curious but also a bit nervous. as you and jay approached the swings, you saw a boy standing there with an air of cool detachment. his hands were shoved deep into his pockets, and his eyes seemed to be lost in thought.

"hey, sunghoon! this is my little sister, y/n," jay introduced her with a wide grin, his enthusiasm infectious.

sunghoon barely glanced at you, muttering a quick "hi" before turning his attention back to the ground. his voice was soft but carried a certain indifference that made you feel small.

you felt a pang of disappointment but brushed it off, determined to get to know him better. after all, jay had spoken highly of him, and you trusted your big brothers judgment.

as the years went by, you found yourself attending the same school, even participating in the same extracurricular activities. your crush on Sunghoon grew stronger with each passing year.

you noticed the little things about him—the way his eyes softened when he was lost in thought, the rare smiles he reserved for jay and his other friends, and the quiet kindness he showed when he thought no one was looking. he was always polite to you, but there was a distance, a wall that you couldn't seem to breach.

high school brought more opportunities for interaction, but also more complications. sunghoon became more popular, his cool demeanor attracting a lot of attention. you, on the other hand, remained in the background, content with your small circle of friends and your studies. despite your different social circles, their paths crossed often, thanks to jay.

now that it’s been years of knowing sunghoon, you know how he acts, how he talks, how he reacts, everything about him that other girls wish they knew. but one thing that you’ll never know is his type. you seem to be nothing but jays little sister to him, right?

it was a typical friday evening, and your house was buzzing with the usual energy that came with having your brother, jay, and his other best friend, sim jaeyun, over. they were playing video games in your living room while you silently read a book in the kitchen.

you heard jake screeching about something while jay was shouting nonsense. you weren’t gonna lie and say it didn’t give you fat headache. as you continued reading you suddenly heard a knock at the door. annoyed, you went to go answer it.

you walked past jay and jake and headed towards the door boredly.

as you opened the door, you were met with the sight of park sunghoon, jay's friend, aka your crush. he stood there, looking as cold and distant as ever, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket.

"hey," you greeted him, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart was pounding.

sunghoon barely acknowledged you with a nod before stepping inside without a word.

he didn't even spare you a glance as he made his way to the living room where jay and jake were deeply engrossed in their video game. you closed the door behind him, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment.

you followed him into the living room, where the boys were too focused on their game to notice your presence. sunghoon joined them, his expression remaining stoic as he watched the screen. you took a seat on the couch, pretending to be absorbed in the book you had picked up earlier. but your eyes kept drifting back to sunghoon, watching his every move.

you decided to try to catch a conversation, “hey, sunghoon, do you want something to drink?" you offered, hoping to engage him in some small talk.

he barely looked up from where he was watching jay and jake, "no, thanks," he replied curtly, his attention still focused on your brother.

you sighed inwardly, feeling a pang of disappointment. it was always like this. no matter what you did, sunghoon never seemed to notice you. it was as if you were invisible to him, just another part of the background.

the boys continued their game, their laughter and banter filling the room. sunghoon remained quiet, only occasionally offering a terse comment or a slight sigh. you wished you could be a part of their world, to share in their camaraderie, but you felt like an outsider looking in.

despite your best efforts to focus on your book, you couldn't help but steal glances at sunghoon. Every now and then, his eyes would flicker in your direction, and you would quickly look away, hoping he hadn't noticed. but deep down, you hoped he had.

jake groaned when he finally lost to jay, letting out a frustrated growl, “my finger pressed the wrong button!”

jay cackled and clapped his hands together. sunghoon just stared at them. you noticed how much jay and jake talk compare to sunghoon. but to them, he was like a missing puzzle piece to their friendship.

jay got up from the couch and stretched, “i’m gonna make something to eat. anyone want pizza rolls?” he questioned. jake raised his hand like a kid while sunghoon shook his head. you stared up at jay and nodded.

he went to the kitchen while jake wrapped an arm around sunghoon shoulder, “did you talk to that girl yet?”

you heart dropped hearing that. what was jake talking about? you peeked from your book and watched sunghoons expression. it still remained serious, but you could see a bit of an annoyance.

“i already told you, i blocked her number.” he stated. jake gasped and unwrapped his arm around sunghoon, shoving him.

“what? dude she was your only chance to getting some!” jake said. he threw his hands on his head as if sunghoon broke a promise that was supposed to be kept forever. sunghoon shrugged his shoulders,

“i don’t want a girl that gets passed around.” he firmly said. jake stopped complaining and put a finger under his chin. you on the other hand, was wondering what girl it could be.

jay eventually came back with a plate full of pizza rolls and set them in the table. jake hurriedly grabbed one and took a bite only to whine how hot it was. you giggled and took a bite yourself.

“ready to do another round?” jay spoke. jake nodded and grabbed the controller, loading it to jay. they both sat down again and started a new round.

you noticed sunghoon was staring off in a distance, “everything okay?” you asked. sunghoon flicked his gaze towards you before simply nodding and standing up.

“i’m gonna head to the restroom.” he spoke towards jay. jay nodded his head. sunghoon walked towards the hall that led to the bathroom, shutting the door with a click. you let a little sigh before grabbing your book again and reading. it was worth a shot.

eventually, the boys finished their game, and jay and jake started packing up their things. sunghoon stood up, his expression still unreadable.

he glanced at you briefly, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something in his eyes. but before you could decipher it, he turned away and headed for the door.

"see you around," he said, his voice cold and detached.

you nodded, unable to find your voice. as he walked out the door, you felt a pang of longing. jay stood next to you eating a pizza roll, “why are you staring at sunghoon like that?”

you snapped out of your daze and glared at him, “i wasn’t staring at him!” you snapped. you turned your heel heading back to your room.

jay watched you go to your room, “were too!” the only thing he heard from you was a loud groan with the door slamming shut.

the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your room. you groaned softly, reaching out to silence the alarm clock blaring on your nightstand. it was another school day, and you knew you had to get up. with a sigh, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and stretched.

"hey, sleepyhead! get up, or we're gonna be late!" jay called from the hallway.

jay was always the early riser, and he made sure you were up and ready on time. you quickly got dressed and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and fix your hair. jay was already in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"morning," you greeted him, grabbing a piece of toast.

"morning," he replied with a grin, "ready for another day at school?"

you rolled your eyes playfully, “as ready as I'll ever be."

jay chuckled and ruffled your hair. "come on, let's get going."

the two of you drove to school together, chatting about random stuff. as you guys got out of the car, you approached the school. you noticed the usual crowd of girls gathered around sunghoon and jake, who walked through the hallway with their signature known demeanor.

as you reached your locker, jay went off to join his friends, leaving you alone. you stood at your locker, watching the scene unfold from a distance. it was hard not to notice sunghoon, especially when jay and jake were so openly flirtatious with the girls.

jay's charming smile and jake's playful banter had the girls swooning, but sunghoon remained detached, barely acknowledging their presence. as jay and jake still talked with the girls, sunghoon began to walk away from the crowd.

you decided to follow him, curiosity getting the better of you. you kept a safe distance, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. sunghoon's long strides took him to a quieter part of the school, away from the hustle and bustle of the main hallways.

just as you thought you were being discreet, sunghoon suddenly stopped and turned around. your heart skipped a beat as his piercing gaze locked onto yours. before you could react, he closed the distance between you, trapping you against the wall with his arms on either side of your head.

"why are you following me?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

you felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but you couldn't find the words to answer. sunghoon's proximity was overwhelming, and his intense gaze made it hard to think straight. he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"do you enjoy watching me?" he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips.

you swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. "i-i was just... curious," you stammered.

sunghoon chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours, "curious, huh? be careful, curiosity can be dangerous."

with that, he pushed away from the wall and walked off, leaving you flustered and breathless. You watched him go, your heart still racing from the encounter. what the fuck just happened?

after that encounter you went straight to your classroom, not even bothering to say hi to your friends. you sat at your desk and let out a deep sigh.

did sunghoon meant to do that? you felt your heart beating out of your ears. maybe you were just hallucinating it. the bell finally rang when students started coming in. you on the other hand, decided to just lay your head down for the whole lecture.

lunch came by pretty fast and before you knew it you were on your way to your friend group table. you took a seat while your friends were gossiping about someone.

"did you see sunghoon talking to that girl in the hall earlier?" one of them asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

your friends exchanged glances, sensing your discomfort but pressing on, "they seemed pretty close, like they were having a deep conversation or something. do you know anything about it?"

shakes of heads were viewed until they all looked at you.

you shook your head, forcing a smile, "no, i don't know anything about it."

you felt curious on who the girl could’ve been. knowing sunghoon since forever you knew he’s not the type to start a conversation with a girl first. was it the girl jake was talking about?

you huffed and took a bite out of your food. whatever it was, it wasn’t your problem. but you still had that pang of discomfort in your chest.

the final bell of the day echoed through the halls, signaling the end of another school day. you gathered your books and headed towards the exit, where your friends were already waiting. as you approached, jay pulled up in his car, offering you a ride home as usual.

"hey, you need a ride home?" jay called out. you hesitated for a moment before shaking your head.

“no thanks. i think i'll walk with my friends today." you chimed.

jay raised an eyebrow but didn't press further, "alright, see you later then."

as you walked with your friends, the conversation flowed easily, but your mind kept drifting back to Sunghoon. You hadn't seen him much today, and the lingering thoughts from the previous conversation gossip still gnawed at you. your friends noticed your distraction but didn't comment, knowing you well enough to give you space.

when you finally reached your house, you waved goodbye to your friends and walked up the driveway. the sound of laughter from the backyard caught your attention. curiosity piqued, you made your way around the side of the house.

there, by the pool, were jay, jake, and sunghoon, all three in bathing suits, clearly ready for a swim.

jake noticed you first and waved, "hey, you made it! we decided to take a dip. wanna join?"

your eyes flickered to sunghoon, who was lounging on a chair, looking effortlessly cool and completely at ease. it’s almost as if this morning wasn’t even real. the sight of him in his swim trunks made your heart race, and you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks.

"uh, i left my swimsuit at my friends house," you stammered, trying to keep your composure.

sunghoon glanced up, his expression unreadable, "you can always borrow one," he said nonchalantly, as if your presence didn't faze him at all.

you felt a mix of shyness and frustration. it was clear that Sunghoon didn't share the same nervousness you felt around him, "maybe next time," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

your brother, ever the peacemaker, jumped in, "no worries. we can just hang out. come sit with us."

reluctantly, you walked over and took a seat on the edge of a lounge chair, trying to act casual. the conversation flowed around you, but your focus kept drifting back to sunghoon.

every time he laughed or spoke, you felt a pang of longing, wishing he would notice you the way you noticed him.

the water sparkled invitingly, and the sound of laughter filled the air as sunghoon, jay, and jake splashed around. you noticed sunghoon moved through the water with such grace, each stroke powerful and smooth.

jay and jake were goofing off, trying to dunk each other, but sunghoon was focused, swimming laps effortlessly. the way his muscles flexed and glistened under the sun made your heart race. you tried to look away, but it was no use. your gaze kept returning to him.

after what felt like an eternity, sunghoon finally climbed out of the pool, water cascading down his toned body. he ran a hand through his wet hair, sending droplets flying. you felt your cheeks heat up and quickly looked down, hoping he didn't notice your flustered state.

but when you dared to glance up, you caught his eye and he gave you a small, knowing smirk. your blush deepened, and you couldn't help but look down, your heart pounding in your chest.

as the afternoon wore on, you found yourself relaxing a bit, the initial awkwardness fading. jay and jake’s easy banter was infectious, and you couldn't help but join in. despite sunghoon's apparent indifference, you cherished these moments.

when the sun began to set, jay suggested ordering pizza, and the four of you moved inside. the atmosphere was warm and inviting, and for a while, you forgot about your worries, simply enjoying the company of jay and his friends.

jay was on the phone, ordering pizza for everyone. the anticipation of the delicious food was palpable, but your mind was elsewhere. sitting so close to sunghoon made your heart race, and you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

jake, noticing your unease, leaned in with a friendly smile, "hey, are you okay? you seem a bit tense," he asked, his voice gentle.

you glanced at him, trying to calm your racing heart, "yeah, i'm fine. just a bit... hungry," you lied, hoping he wouldn't see through it.

sunghoon, who had been quiet, shifted slightly closer to you. his presence was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

he glanced at jake, his eyes narrowing slightly, "she’s fine, jake. Just a little tired, right?" sunghoon's voice was smooth but there was an edge to it.

jake raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing the tension, "sure, man. but you know, talking can help distract from hunger and tiredness," he said, turning his attention back to you, "so, what have you been up to lately? feels like i don’t really see you often." he joked.

you appreciated Jake's attempt to make you feel comfortable, but sunghoon's proximity was making it hard to focus, "oh, just the usual stuff. school, work, you know how it is," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

sunghoon's arm brushed against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. he leaned in slightly, his voice low. "you know, you don't have to answer him if you don't want to. we're just waiting for the pizza, after all."

your heart skipped a beat at his words. there was something possessive in his tone that both thrilled and confused you. you glanced at him, trying to read his expression, but his face was a mask of calm.

jake, ever the peacemaker, tried to lighten the mood, "well, i think it's great that we're all hanging out together. it's been a while since we had a chill night like this," he said, giving you a reassuring smile.

jay finally hung up the phone and rejoined the group. "pizza's on its way! should be here in about thirty minutes," he announced, plopping down on the other side of jake.

the conversation flowed more easily with jay back, but you couldn't shake the feeling of sunghoon's eyes on you. every time you laughed at one of jake's jokes or responded to his questions, you felt sunghoon's gaze intensify.

finally, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the pizza. jay and jake jumped up to get it, leaving you alone with sunghoon for a moment.

he took the opportunity to lean in closer, his breath warm against your ear, "you know, i wouldn’t talk to jake so much, he always does that when he wants to get into girls underwear’s." he murmured, his voice low and possessive.

your breath caught in your throat, and you turned to face him, your eyes wide, "sunghoon, we're not... i mean, we're just friends," you stammered, unsure of what to say.

he smirked, his eyes darkening, "maybe, but that doesn't mean he won’t do anything to you. just remember that," he said, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment before he pulled away.

jay and jake returned with the pizza, breaking the tension. as you all dug in, the atmosphere lightened, but you couldn't shake the feeling of sunghoon's emotions. it was confusing and thrilling all at once.

jake was already scrolling through the movie options, "How about this one?" he suggested, landing on a popular action film.

“sounds good," everyone agreed. they settled in, grabbing slices of pizza and filling their cups. the room was filled with the sounds of chewing and occasional laughter as they watched the movie.

as the movie progressed, you felt a gentle touch on your hand. you glanced to your side and saw sunghoon's hand lightly brushing against yours. your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly looked away, trying to focus on the movie. but the warmth of his touch lingered, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

when the movie finally finished and every slice was gone, jake and sunghoon decided it was time to head home. jake and sunghoon were getting ready to leave.

jay was in the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of their pizza night, while you stood by the door, ready to bid them farewell. jake was the first to step forward. his smile was warm and genuine as he reached out for a hug.

"thanks for having us over. It was a great night," he said, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly embrace. you hugged him back, feeling the comfort of his presence.

as you pulled away, you noticed sunghoon standing a few steps behind jake, his expression unreadable. his eyes were fixed on the floor, and he made no move to step forward. there was an air of detachment about him that seemed out of place.

“goodnight, sunghoon," you said, hoping to catch his eye. but he didn't look up. he simply nodded once, almost imperceptibly, and turned to walk out the door without another word. the door closed behind him, leaving you standing there, confused and a little hurt.

jake noticed your puzzled expression and gave you a small, reassuring smile, "don't worry about him. he's probably just tired," he said softly, patting your shoulder before following sunghoon out the door.

you watched them walk down the driveway, jake's easygoing stride contrasting sharply with sunghoon's tense posture.

the night air was cool, and you shivered slightly, not entirely from the cold. you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. sunghoon's silence and his refusal to say goodbye gnawed at you, leaving a lingering sense of unease.

jay came up behind you, drying his hands on a dish towel, "everything okay?" he asked, noticing your troubled expression.

“i’m not sure," you replied, still staring at the spot where sunghoon had been standing, "sunghoon didn't say goodbye. he seemed... different."

jay frowned, looking thoughtful, “maybe he's just got something on his mind. you know how he can be sometimes."

“yeah, maybe," you said, though you weren't entirely convinced. theimage of Sunghoon's emotionless face stayed with you as you closed the door and locked it for the night.

as you headed to bed, you couldn't help but wonder why sunghoon decided to act like he cared about you and then act like he didn’t care anymore. you hummed and slowly closed your eyes before falling asleep.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your room. you stretched and yawned, feeling the remnants of sleep leave your body. it was time to start your usual morning routine.

you got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. after a quick shower, you brushed your teeth and combed your hair, feeling more awake with each passing minute.

dressed and ready for the day, you made your way to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast. as you poured yourself a bowl of cereal, you heard footsteps approaching. turning around, you saw jay entering the kitchen, looking as relaxed as ever.

“morning jay," you greeted him with a smile.

“morning," he replied, grabbing an apple from the counter, "hey, just so you know, i'm gonna be hanging out with jake today. he was complaining about how he needs new shoes.”

you nodded, taking a bite of your cereal, "cool, sounds fun. what about sunghoon? isn't he coming with you guys?"

jay shook his head, a puzzled look crossing his face. "no, he said he didn't want to go. weird, right? he always hangs out with us."

you frowned, feeling a twinge of confusion. sunghoon was usually the first to join in on any plans with the group. "that’s strange. did he say why?"

jay shrugged, taking a bite of his apple, "nope, he just seemed off on call. maybe he's got something else going on."

you couldn't shake the feeling that something was up with sunghoon. determined to get to the bottom of it, you decided to check in on him later. for now, you finished your breakfast and went about your day, the mystery of sunghoon's behavior lingering in the back of your mind.

after breakfast, you tidied up the kitchen and headed out for a morning jog. the crisp air and the rhythmic sound of your footsteps on the pavement helped clear your mind.

returning home, you took a quick shower and changed into comfortable clothes. you decided to text sunghoon, hoping to get some answers.

Y/n: Hey Sunghoon. Everything okay? Jay mentioned you weren't joining them today.

minutes passed without a response, and you grew more anxious. you tried to distract yourself by diving into a book, but your thoughts kept drifting back to sunghoon. finally, your phone buzzed with a message. it was Sunghoon.

Sunghoon: I’m fine.

his reply was short, almost dismissive. you knew sunghoon well enough to sense that something was off. you couldn’t decide to think anything better than pay him a visit.

you grabbed your keys and headed to sunghoon's place. the walk wasn’t that far with him living in the same neighborhood. as you finally got to his house you felt a sudden nervousness.

as you approached his door, you hesitated for a moment before knocking. a couple seconds the door opened, sunghoon opened the door, his expression one of confusion and mild annoyance.

"what are you doing here?" he asked, his tone colder than you expected.

“i was worried about you," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "you didn't hang out with jay and jake, and you seemed distant when you texted me. what's going on?"

sunghoon's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest, “why do you care? it's none of your business."

you felt a pang of hurt at his words, “of course, it's my business! we're friends, and friends look out for each other. you've been acting strange lately, and i’m worried."

“well, maybe you should mind your own business," sunghoon snapped, his voice growing harsher. "i don't need you or anyone else telling me what to do."

your confusion turned to frustration, “why are you being like this? i'm just trying to help you!"

sunghoon's expression didn't soften, "i don't need your help. just leave me alone."

anger flared up inside you, and you couldn't hold back any longer, "fine! if you want to be a jerk, then be a jerk! but don't expect me to keep worrying about you if you're going to treat me like this."

sunghoon's eyes flickered with something you couldn't quite place, but he didn't say anything more. he simply turned and walked back into his house, leaving the door open just long enough for you to see that he truly didn't care.

feeling a mix of anger and sadness, you turned and walked away from sunghoon's house. when you finally arrived back home, you saw jay standing outside, waiting for you. he looked concerned as he approached.

"are you okay? where were you? you could at least text me where you’re going." jay asked, his voice gentle.

you didn't even look at him as you brushed past, "i'm fine," you muttered, not wanting to talk about what had just happened.

jay reached out to stop you, but you pulled away, needing some space to process everything. you went inside, leaving jay standing there, knowing he was worried but unable to face another confrontation.

the sun slowly settled down, and you were curled up on the couch, flipping through channels but not really paying attention to anything. your mind kept drifting back to the tense encounter with sunghoon earlier.

just then, jay burst into the living room, excitement radiating off him, "there's this party tonight. you should come with me. you could meet my girlfriend finally.

you looked up, not really feeling the party vibe. "i don't know, jay. i’m not really in the mood for a party tonight. maybe i can meet her after?

he gave you a knowing look, "come on, it'll be fun! plus, i heard sunghoon's going to be there. maybe we can ask him why he was acting weird."

you heart skipped a beat at the mention of sunghoon. despite the argument, you couldn't deny the feelings you had for him more than your anger.

maybe this party could be a chance to make things right, "sunghoon's going to be there?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

jay nodded, a smile playing on his lips, "yep. so, what do you say? are you in?"

you hesitated for a moment before nodding, "alright, i'll go. but I need to get ready."

jay grinned, "great! we've got a couple of hours, so take your time."

you rushed to your room, heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. you wanted to look your best, hoping to catch Sunghoon's eye and maybe even talk things out.

you rummaged through your closet, finally settling on your favorite outfit—a sleek dress that made you feel confident and beautiful.

you applied your makeup, you couldn't help but think about what you would say to Sunghoon. you wanted to apologize for the argument and explain how much you cared about him. with a final touch of lipstick, you looked in the mirror, feeling ready to face the night.

jay was waiting for you downstairs, and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw you, "wow, never seen you this ready.”

you smiled, feeling a bit more confident, “let's go."

the drive to the party was filled with jay's chatter about who would be there and what to expect. you appreciated the distraction, but your mind kept drifting back to sunghoon. when you arrived, the party was already in full swing, with music blasting and people mingling everywhere.

jay led you inside, and you scanned the room, searching for sunghoon. you spotted him near the back, talking to a group of friends. he was leaning against a wall with a drink in his hand, looking a bit tipsy but still maintaining his usual cool demeanor.

Your heart pounded as you made your way over, trying to muster the courage to approach him.

“sunghoon, can we talk?” you asked softly, stepping closer.

he looked up, his expression unreadable, “what is it?” he replied, his voice a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

you bit your lip, “is it okay if we go to a more private space?” you asked. sunghoon looked over at his friends and said something to them. he then averted his stare to you.

he walked past you without saying a word. you followed him past the loud people and music before going upstairs to a bedroom. he went in first and then with you shutting the door. you faced him and decided to just do it.

“i’m really sorry about earlier,” you began, your voice trembling slightly, “i didn’t mean to upset you. i was just frustrated, and I took it out on you. It wasn’t fair.”

sunghoon sighed, rubbing his temples, “yeah, well, it wasn’t exactly a great conversation.”

you nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “i know, and I feel terrible about it. I just want us to be okay.”

he stared at you for a moment, and then a small smile tugged at his lips, “you always talk too much when you’re nervous,” he said, stepping closer. before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, silencing your apologies.

the kiss was gentle but firm, and you could taste the alcohol on his lips. it was a mix of emotions – his frustration, your regret, and a shared longing to make things right.

when he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, “i’m not mad anymore,” he whispered, “but i do know what can help you to be forgiven.”

you nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders, “i’ll do anything to make you forgive me,” you said.

instead of saying something, he smashed his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck. you couldn’t believe you were finally kissing him.

you let out a tiny moan when he gripped your waist harder. he signaled you to jump making you do so. he lead you both to the bed while still having his lips latched onto yours. he set you softly on the bed and kissed your neck softly.

you gripped his locks softly and sighed feeling him go along your neck to your chest. you helped him take off your dress by unzipping on the back. when the dress finally fell slack you felt shyness course through your body.

you tried to cover yourself, but sunghoon gripped both of your wrists above your head. “sunghoon wait-“

he ignored you and rubbed his thigh against your core. you arched your back and let out a loud moan. a smirk tugged on his lips, “sensitive are we?” he teased.

you hid your face in your arm, feeling embarrassed. he traced his fingers alongside your bra before grabbing the strap and sliding it down along your shoulders. you gasped feeling his cold hands fondling your breast.

you whimpered when he flicked it and gripped it harshly, “sunghoon please.” you breathed out. sunghoon clicked his tongue.

“be patient slut.” he snapped. you but back your words and hummed. he lowered his head to your breast, and finally you felt his hot tongue on them. he sucked them hungrily like he’s been waiting to do this for a long time. loud moans and kissing noises were heard.

you squirmed and cried out when he let go of them with a ‘pop’. he took off his jacket and shirt revealing his toned body. you pouted when you couldn’t feel his abs since his hands were still holding you down.

he grinned when he saw you trying to release from his grip, “i told you to be patient didn’t i?” he rasped. you nodded your head, wanting to be good. he chuckled darkly.

you suddenly felt a hand on your core and that’s when sunghoon started rubbing alongside your folds. you let out a squeal when he dipped his hand in your underwear and rubbed your clit.

“sunghoon ahh~” you cried out. he prodded around your hole before slowly dipping a finger in. you felt a shooting pain and tried closing your legs.

“if you can’t take a finger, how can you take my dick?” he asked so casual. you felt your cheeks go red. you slowly tried relaxing, feeling the stretch burn.

slowly, you felt him go in and out causing you to let out a quiet moan. when sunghoon noticed you were feeling good, he added another finger in making you squirm.

soon enough, three fingers were already inside you moving back and forth. your loud moans sounding desperate. you felt your orgasm coming and tried signaling sunghoon. he didn’t stop when you felt your legs shake as your orgasm went right through you.

you let out a desperate breath when he let his fingers slip out. you watched him lick his fingers clean with your cum. you blinked twice and squeezed your legs together. he let go of your wrists and began to unbuckle his belt and slid his pants and boxers down.

you let out a gasp seeing how big he was. there was no way he could fit. he hissed when he touched his dick and let out long strokes. you gulped seeing his pre cum seep out. letting your mind take over you for up and crawled towards him.

he eyes you confused before he felt your smaller hand grip his dick. he let out a groan and threw his head back. you stroked it slowly up and down before licking his pre cum. you hummed at his salty taste.

you didn’t know where your confidence was coming from, just seeing him so open to you had you thinking strange. you opened your mouth and engulfed his dick. sunghoon jerked forward a bit at the sudden warmth and gripped your hair.

“agh fuck, just like that slut.” he groaned. you moaned around his dick and sucked it harshly. his mains turning you on more. as you were about to finger yourself, sunghoon gripped your hair.

“don’t you fucking dare.” he growled. you whined, but didn’t move a muscle. you felt him tensing up indicating he was gonna cum soon and stroked his balls. a few seconds later you felt hot sperm in your mouth.

he let out a drawn moan and slowly let go of you. you took his dick out your mouth and swallowed his cum. he watched you intensely and wiped his cum off your lips. he lifted his fingers towards your mouth. you sucked on them until there was no more left.

he didn’t give you time to speak before you felt yourself being pushed back with your pussy in view for him. you let out a scream when you felt his dick enter you without warning.

he started thrusting into your pussy without giving you time to adjust. your eyes rolled back feeling him deep inside you, “s-sunghoon! oh fuck!” you screamed out. sunghoon just hummed and kissed your cheek.

you suddenly felt another orgasm coming already and wrapped your arms around his neck, “i-i think i’m gonna c-cum.” you stuttered. sunghoon cursed and wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing it as a warning.

“you cum, i’ll overstimulate you.” he sternly said. you let whined moan. how can you not cum when he’s fucking you so deep? his pace didn’t falter one bit. you felt like it was going to be eternity until he cums.

sunghoon groaned feeling you squeezed around him trying to hold your orgasm. you felt his dick pulsating and before you could let out another word, sunghoon beat you to it.

“cum for me bitch.” he whispered in your ear. you felt your orgasm hit you hard. you mouth fell slack when he took out his dick and stroked it on your stomach until his cum spurred out.

you both let out heavy breathing until sunghoon put on his shirt and jacket. he went to the bathroom and wiped you off before putting on his boxer and pants. he helped you out with your clothing too until you were dressed.

as you both stood there in silence, you suddenly heard someone knocking causing you to jump, “everything good here?” someone asked, it was jake. your eyes widened and you looked over at sunghoon who expression was unreadable.

before you could say something sunghoon went towards the door opening it. jake backed up and looked surprised.

“oh shit, my bad sunghoon. i didn’t know you were in here-“ jake sentence cut off when he saw you behind him, “oh? hey y/n?”

you awkwardly waved. sunghoon looked back at you and turned towards jake. he walked past jake not giving another word out, leaving you there alone and shocked. what the hell?

jake stared at you confused, but you didn’t say anything and went out the room too. you made your way downstairs, but didn’t see sunghoon in sight. as you looked around you saw jay holding hands with a girl walking towards you, “hey y/n! this is-“ “where’s sunghoon?”

jay’s eyebrows furrowed, “oh, uh, i think i saw him leave-“ you didn’t let him finish his sentence and rushed out of the house. you looked around, but didn’t see sunghoon anywhere.

you felt disappointment on your chest and looked to the ground. was he just using you? you took out your phone and looked for sunghoon contact, shooting him a text about his disappearance.

you went back inside the house and told jay you wanted to go home. jay bid his goodbye to his girlfriend and escorted you out to his car.

the whole car ride was silent. none of you guys speaking a word. even when you came back home you left jay in the car and went inside, wanting to sleep.

as you lay in your bed, you sighed and finally let your tears roam free.

you woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. the events of the previous night were still fresh in your mind, and you felt a pang of anxiety as you recalled what happened yesterday sunghoon. you sighed and stretched, trying to shake off the lingering tension.

as you made your way to the kitchen, you found jay sitting at the table, sipping on a cup of coffee. he looked up and gave you a small smile, “morning," he greeted, his tone gentle.

“morning," you replied, trying to muster a smile in return.

jay studied you for a moment before speaking again, “jake told me you and sunghoon seemed upset about something. is everything okay between you guys?"

you felt a lump form in your throat and shook your head, "i don't really want to talk about it right now," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

jay nodded understandingly, “that's okay. you don't have to talk about it if you're not ready." he paused, taking another sip of his coffee, "actually, i was planning to go to the mall today with my girlfriend and jake. we thought it might be fun to hang out and take our minds off things. would you like to join us? it could be like a double date."

you hesitated for a moment, considering his offer. the idea of spending time with friends and getting out of the house sounded appealing, “yeah, i think i'd like that," you agreed, feeling a small sense of relief.

jay's face lit up with a smile. "great! we'll leave in about an hour. take your time getting ready."

you nodded and headed back to your room to change. as you dressed, you couldn't help but think about sunghoon. you hoped that some time apart would give both of you the space to cool down and reflect on what had happened.

an hour later, you found yourself in jay's car, with his girlfriend in the front seat and jake sitting beside you in the back. the drive to the mall was filled with light-hearted chatter and laughter, and you felt your spirits lift as you listened to their banter.

when you arrived at the mall, the four of you wandered through the stores, stopping to browse and try on clothes. jay's girlfriend, hana, was sweet and friendly, and she quickly made you feel at ease. she linked arms with you as you walked, chatting animatedly about the latest fashion trends she took an interest too.

jake kept the mood light with his playful teasing and witty remarks. you found yourself laughing more than you had in days, and the tension from the previous night began to melt away.

at one point, you all stopped at a café for a break. as you sipped on your iced coffee, jay leaned in and gave you a reassuring smile, "i'm glad you came with us today," he said softly, “sometimes, a little distraction is all we need to feel better."

you nodded, feeling grateful for his understanding and support. just as you were gonna say something, your eyes wandered across the room and landed on a familiar figure.

sunghoon was there, sitting at a table with a girl. they were deep in conversation, laughing and smiling, completely absorbed in each other. your heart sank, a cold wave of realization crashing over you. it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, and the once comforting warmth of the café turned into a stifling heat.

as if sensing the your gaze, sunghoon looked up and their eyes met. for a moment, time seemed to stand still. you could see the surprise in his eyes, quickly followed by something else—guilt, perhaps? the girl with him noticed the change in his demeanor and turned to see what had caught his attention.

you quickly looked away, your heart pounding in your chest. the moment of peace was shattered, replaced by a whirlwind of emotions. you stood up abruptly, leaving your half-finished latte behind, and hurried out of the café, the sound of sunghoon's laughter still echoing in their ears. he’s never laughed like that towards you.

the sight of the girls behind, you knew she had to be pretty with the way her hair looked smooth and straight. her clothes fitting her body perfectly. you felt tears in your eyes after finally knowing that sunghoon was just using you.

you walked briskly down the street, your mind racing. you didn't know where you were going; you just needed to get away. the sound of footsteps behind you made you quicken your pace, but a familiar voice called out your name, stopping you in your tracks.

“wait! please, just wait!" sunghoon's voice was breathless, and when you turned around, you saw the desperation in his eyes.

“what do you want, sunghoon?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

“i can explain," he said, stepping closer. "it's not what you think. she's just a friend, i swear."

“do you think I'm stupid?" you shot back, anger and hurt lacing your words. "i saw how you were with her."

before sunghoon could respond, you heard another set of voices approaching. jay, hana, and jake appeared, looking concerned.

“what's going on here?" Jay demanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked between you and sunghoon, "why have you guys been acting like this?"

“it’s not what it looks like," Sunghoon started, but jay cut him off.

“then what is it?" jay's voice was rising, and you could see the frustration building. "you two have been acting weird for weeks, and now this? i thought we were friends sunghoon!”

jake stepped forward, trying to defuse the situation, "let's all just calm down and talk about this."

but jay wasn't having it, "no, i want to know the truth. are you two...?" he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, "there's nothing going on between us, jay. sunghoon and i are just friends. but seeing him with that girl... it hurt."

jay looked at you, his pissed off expression slowly fading slightly, "why didn't you tell me you had feelings for him?"

“b-because i knew you would be mad. and because sunghoon doesn’t like me in that way." you admitted, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. you felt embarrassed and guilty.

sunghoon stepped closer, his eyes filled with regret, "i'm sorry. i never meant to hurt you. i should have been honest."

you look up at sunghoon teary eyed. before sunghoon could step closer towards you, jay cut him off, “get the fuck away from her.”

everyone stared at jay in shock. he’s never cussed at any of his best friends, “i trusted you sunghoon and jake to not go after my sister for so many reasons and that’s the first thing you do? until she explains everything to me from a to z, you’re not coming to my house. you’re not gonna speak to me or her until you get your shit together.” he demanded.

he left without a word while hana followed him. jake stared at both of you pitying before following along. you slowly got up and walked past sunghoon. before you could walk away, sunghoon softly grabbed your wrist.

you met his soft gaze, “i’m sorry for everything.” he whispered. you didn’t say anything and left him alone. it was your turn to walk out on him.

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[a-random-weeb]

Chuuya had never truely felt loved, or the feeling of a hug.

He always felt used, whether for his strength or skill, when the sheep betrayed him for so little, he felt... Inhuman. He trusted them and then the betrayal came unexpectedly. But... that girl... one of the sheep's members, who was always there supporting him in his decisions as a leader, never tried to hurt him. Y/n L/n, she seemed or pretended to care about him, she is sweet and at the same time she is strong, he doesn't know how or when he began to stare at her with big heart eyes, and he always found himself staring at her dreamily while she chatted with the other members, and admired the way she loved the organization captivated him! Chuuya was always searching for his humanity, he didn't feel fully alive, more like an object than an actual human. He didn't love or even less feel loved, so being close to y/n was comforting.

He wondered... if he could love someone like her when he was so brutish and sometimes rude, she didn't seem to be bothered by his personality while he was in the sheep, so why not keep her all to himself? She doesn't need anyone else, he'll do everything for her! She, despite being a sheep, had a "normal" life, went to school and had a "family". He tried to find out everything about her, he even discovered that some boys at her school had a crush on her! Oops, looks like some boys came back without some of their teeth. They can't have her, they should learn it the hard way 🤷‍♀️.

Now he's here, sitting, clutching over with a knife stuck in his stomach with members of the port mafia around him along with Dazai, they were about to finish off the sheep and Chuuya finds the courage to scream: "Don't hurt the children or that girl!! Or I'll kill you!" Dazai raises an eyebrow at whoever 'that girl' is. Chuuya ends up agreeing to join the mafia and leave the sheep. The first thing he did was go after y/n after stabilizing himself in the mafia.

Y/n skips out of school after dismissal, excited to finally be out of the Hell-hole. Her eyes widden as she catches a glance at Chuuya, running over to him.

"Oh chuuya! It's good to see you! How are things going in the mafia?" He stared at her bright smile with loving eyes and listened to her voice that's laced with childlike joy.

"Well... it took me a while to settle down but it's no big deal." He shrugs, musters up the courage to say the next dumb thing that was going to slip through his lips.

"Do you want to go out with me?" He chokes out, almost too fast to be properly heard. She stares with big eyes and a head tilt before it finally clicks of her silly perception of his words.

"absolutely! It's always good to remember the times we went out together! I miss those times, love to recreate them!" Her innocent, doughy eyes light up, hugging him. There it was, the hug he never got. It was everything he wanted. He would have the chance to finally have her, she would understand, wouldn't she?

Note:(Chuuya will never physically hurt you. He may act sadistically towards other people, but he will never touch you aggressively. He wants you to kiss him every morning as soon as he wakes up ♥️)

(Collab with @mayanakahara she did most of it and came up with the story, go follow her she’s amazing ❤️)

[a-libra-writes]

I saw your Lackadaisy headcanons and I couldn't be happier cause this fandom needs more love. Can you do one for Mordecai with a female reader who's love language is acts of services and physical touch. Like, she has almost no sense of personal space (she really doesn't mean to make him uncomfortable) and if absolutely FLUSTERS poor Mordecai especially when he becomes aware of his feelings after a SLOW burn built up. Thank you so much for the awesome work and keep it up ❤️

Ayo so I actually got like 2 other messages about a Pt.2 to the first Mordecai headcanons, so Im adding this onto that! Again for some reason this murdercat got away from me so its a long boy. I attempted to keep it organized ,, , ,

First order of business, Mitzi ships it.

Back when Atlas bought her that nifty camera, she didn't just take embarrassing photos of Mordecai. She got some pretty cute candid shots of you around the bar, and a kinda-blurry-but-not-too-bad photo of you and Mordecai outside the big cafe window, talking to each other and not aware you were being photographed. It's pretty artsy, if she says so herself. She tucks the photos in Mordecai's desk and directly hands you the silly ones she took of him.

Actually, she clocked your feelings early on, but figured he wasn't interested. Didn't seem like the kind of guy, which is a shame. You're a sweetie. She hadn't seen you both act any different for a long time, so maybe that crush fizzled out? But if you ever bring it up with Mitzi, she's your #1 support. She's gonna set you up nice and give you all sorts of tips that just ... fall flat. Jeez, she knew Mordecai was unapproachable, but is it really going to take this long ...?

Viktor also figured your feelings out (albeit later), but that ain't his business. You had odd taste, though. He thinks it's pretty funny when other people flirt with you and Mordecai's suddenly in a foul mood and doesn't understand why. At least you two aren't hanky panky or anything, eugh, and you keep your heads during firefights. Anytime Viktor tries to bring up the topic (which, granted, is like a grand total of three times), he's so round about and non-direct that you have no idea what he's getting at. Oh well.

(If the idea of you two being a couple is brought up with anyone else, they can scarcely believe it. You? With him? Good luck. Only Atlas seems to see it, though his employee's love lives aren't relevant unless it gets in the way of business.)

Actually, if you're a more exuberant and affectionate type, that just makes people question your taste in him even more. The first few interactions didn't go great - you touched him without thinking, like you do most people, and he flinched so hard it's like you hurt him. Second time he hissed. Right, you got the picture. You became more mindful and considerate of his personal space, that plus an apology goes a long way.

Once you both are more familiar and have more trust, you can put a hand on Mordecai's shoulder or back without him reacting much. You can even squeeze his shoulder if you're trying to be reassuring, or silently warning him. Sometimes you just say "Hey, I'm gonna touch you," and you fix his coat or check a bruise. He lets you get away with more than others because you ask first.

(Sometimes he feels bad for it - you'll rush to hug your friends and you're so happy in their embrace, then you bound over to him and clearly restrain yourself as you touch his arm.)

Eventually you ask for hugs - quick ones! Special occassions only! But sometimes you're obviously distressed so he just. Lets it happen, briefly. If this is before admitting any feelings to each other or even himself, it's brief. If this is many years into this weird sort-of-understanding-relationship thing you both have, he'll quietly hold you while you get your emotions out. It's the least he can do, it really is. Mordecai already feels like he isn't deserving of whatever this is, and moreso if you're clearly someone who needs and wants physical attention and comfort.

But he does try, in his way. He'll reach over and take your hand. He gets used to sitting shoulder to shoulder, your tails brushing each other, or letting you lean on him when you're both exhausted. He actually likes it quite a bit when you slightly lean as you read and he does paperwork. It's nice to have that solid warmth, and comfortable quiet.

Mordecai lives in the main building above the cafe, long after he could afford an apartment. More economical and practical, he reasons. If Atlas needs something, he's right there. When you begin inviting him to dinner at your place, very slowly, he starts lingering afterward. Mordecai tries to make it like it's because it's easier to do numbers there - better lighting, your place is quieter, and so on. Nevermind the warm dinner and the nice fire in the fireplace and some low music on the radio and you reading something while his pencil scratches the paper. It ... really brings up some old thoughts and memories.

You've gotten bits and pieces of his family history during these times, usually after you've shared some of his own first. Clearly he doesn't like talking about it. You don't push it. You just listen to what he volunteers, and thank him for listening to you in kind.

Note, he always goes home, no matter how late it is. You feel like it's one of those lines that'll be tough to cross. Hell, just inviting him over was tough at first. He walked into your living space just fine in the day, when he was waiting to pick you up for a job. There'd be some comments on the dust or some examining of your plants, but nothing odd. When he comes by for dinner, he's initially tense until he settles in, and eventually he's quite at ease. Over the years he brought several plants in because he always heard you're supposed to bring flowers for the host, but flowers die quickly, and besides this variety of ivy is different because --

(You end up with a tidy windowsill of houseplants, and start having to put some on your counters. Mordecai gets flustered and suggests maybe you should get rid of some, and you reply you absolutely won't. When he waits for you to get ready, he checks their water and pulls some dead leaves. Might as well, right?)

As expected, kissing and intimate touches will be slow-going. You start simple: a quick good-bye kiss on the cheek when he leaves your apartment in the evening. The first time, Mordecai's hairs stand on end and his tail poofs up but! He assures you it was fine. He's fine. When the bar's empty and he's heading out, you give a quick 'good luck' kiss before hurrying off. You initiate all of them until one day when you'te both walking to the car, covered in (someone else's) blood and debating something silly, and once there's a lull in the conversation he just. Leans over and kisses you. It's only lasts a few seconds, then he just pulls away, fixes his glasses and trips walks to the car.

You're a bit dazed the rest of the drive and he's just a mess of nerves.

After that you can give him kisses now and again, but he gets flustered easily and it’s definitely a private matter. It's only around Viktor that you can touch and fuss over Mordecai, but that only leads to the old man snorting and the two of them starting to argue. Viktor's pretty damn surprised you're both that close, though. How long has it been that way?

Oh, and then there's drunk Mordecai. Oh boy.

This has only happened like, two times, because he does not drink. Period, the end, close curtain. He knows how he gets and he hates it. It doesn't take much of whatever questionable piss whiskey to get him swaying and seeing double. He'll flop on your shoulder and ramble about you're so wonderful and he's really not sure why you like him, also could you stop moving the room, oh and he's killed a man for you, but nevermind that you're such a darling person --

He's so sloshed. The novelty starts to wear off when he's falling over and you're having to get him home because apparently Viktor did it last time. At least Mordecai's a bean pole. If he's drunk in your apartment, thank god, you can just pull him over to your room so he can sleep it off. He's still going on about who-knows-what while you take off his shoes and coat. What's this about murdering who for you? Whatever, he's probably confused. Probably.

(You sleep on the couch and at 7am sharp you're awakened by a loud THUNK and panicked shouting as he still-drunkedly tries to orient himself and figure out where the hell he is. Hes so humiliated by everything he just avoids you for several days.)

Oh, last thing.

Mordecai will kill someone for you. Period. No questions asked. Viktor would too, yes, but after explaining and questioning and he'd go with you and hide the body. Mordecai just does it. Abusive partner, debt collector, a rival gang member tailing you, whoever - they're done for. He doesn't bring it up until you ask questions.

[ghoulgirlwrites]

So Don’t Hate Me, Trust In Me

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader

Era: Danger Days

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: ~1500

Summary/Request: So I was thinking about a Frank X fem!Reader (she/her) during Danger Days era, where they are really close and it's obvious they like each other, and Frank is more forward with liking her, but she's insecure bc she doesn't have any experience with relationships and intimacy (even just handholing and stuff), and is worried he'd be disappointed, maybe even something like she's not good enough for him. And he gets her to talk about it to him and is really understanding and reassuring, and willing to give her time and space, but she feels better after the conversation and wants to try. So basically angst to fluff?

A/N: I LOVED writing this one. It was one of the first fics I worked on in getting out of my hiatus and it was just everything I wanted in a request (particularly Danger Days Frank). Enjoy!

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You’d just started a new job as Frank’s guitar tech. It was a dream job for you, since you wanted to work with bands and travel around the world, but you were too shy to get onstage yourself. MyChem were currently on tour promoting their newest album, Danger Days, and you were excited to work for them, since you’d been friends with Frank since shortly before Revenge had come out.

But the best part of the job was getting to work with Frank. The rest of the band was super nice and welcoming, but Frank was so generous and he seemed to care about making your job easier whenever he could. Every time you switched out a guitar for him, he’d grin at you as if you were his personal savior. When you’d first started working for Frank, you’d been nervous that it would affect your friendship, but it had only brought you closer.

However, you were trying to be cautious because you knew you were starting to fall for him. You figured that he was just nice to you because he was nice to the rest of the crew, but you often caught yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him or to run your fingers through his hair, which he’d taken to wearing longer, down to his shoulders. You knew you couldn’t act on these feelings because you figured he’d never like you back and saying or doing the wrong thing could put you out of a job and you really wanted to keep working with him, not just because of your crush.

--

You were just about finished setting up before MyChem took the stage for tonight. You handed Frank his first guitar and he put his hand over yours on the neck of the instrument, holding you in his hazel eyed gaze.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome.” You felt proud that your voice didn’t tremble and you prayed he didn’t notice your hand shaking beneath his.

He turned to head to the side of the stage, but then ran back to you.

“Did you forget something, Frank?” You asked.

“Yeah. I just wanted to say you look really nice tonight,” he said.

Your cheeks burned as you averted your gaze. “Thanks.”

You watched him play his heart out, still bewildered from the compliment he’d given you. It wasn’t the first time, but usually his praise was about your work. Your stomach fluttered at the idea that he noticed how you looked. You usually dressed for comfort, in jeans, band shirts, and hoodies and you weren’t dressed that differently tonight, apart from the fact that you were wearing your favorite hoodie. You liked it because it was comfortable, but you also thought that it brought out the color in your eyes.

The show was nearing the end, when Gerard started walking around the stage as he spoke into his microphone.

“So before we play our last song, we wanted to give a big thank you to our crew who do such an amazing job at every show. Thank you to our merch, our lights and sound people--”

Frank cut in. “And I just wanted to call my guitar tech, Y/N, to the stage for a minute. Y/N, where you at, girl?”

Your face burned as you shrunk back, but you saw Frank walking over to you, his guitar still slung around his neck. He lifted one hand, beckoning you gently with one finger. “Come on,” he mouthed, his lips curling in a sweet smile.

You sighed, walking onstage to a crowd of thousands, who were all screaming for you. ‘Bet they’d scream for just about anything if Frank told them to,’ you thought bitterly to yourself. But all thoughts went out of your head as Frank took your hand and led you over to his mic so he could talk.

“This is Y/N, my amazing guitar tech, she keeps me in line all night, can we give her a big round of applause?” Frank asked the crowd, lifting his arms up towards the pit. You blushed over his comment about “keeping him in line all night,” and hoped the stage lights didn’t show how red you felt.

The crowd went wild once again and your face burned even more as you felt Frank wrap his arm around you and pull you into a hug, discreetly kissing your cheek. It was such a quick peck that you were almost sure you’d imagined it, but when Frank pulled away from you, he was blushing too, but grinning, the corners of his hazel eyes crinkling.

Frank finally let you go and you escaped to the sanctuary of backstage. You hadn’t wanted to hurt Frank’s feelings by running away, but it made you nervous being in the spotlight. And that kiss on your cheek had made your heart soar, but now you felt nervous. What did it mean?

--

After that night, you tried to keep yourself busy and limit your interactions with Frank. You didn’t know what his intentions were and you were scared you weren’t good enough for him. You had never really dated anyone and you knew he’d had quite a few relationships, so you were also afraid that your inexperience would be a turnoff for him.

It was hard to totally avoid him though, especially since you worked for him and you’d seen his face fall enough to know that he’d noticed and wasn’t happy about it, but you couldn’t help it.

Finally, he cornered you one day backstage while one of the opening bands set up for their set.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he murmured.

Your heart stopped. You were caught. There was no avoiding the conversation now. You swallowed hard. “Frank, I…I’m sorry. Can we talk about this somewhere more private?” As you said this, you saw Gerard out of the corner of your eye, looking over at the two of you, his eyebrows furrowed. Gerard was hard to miss these days, with his bright red hair.

Frank nodded and you let him take your hand and pull you away from everyone else. Once you’d stopped walking, he held your hand in his still, loose enough that you could let go if you wanted to, but tight enough that you could sense that Frank didn’t want to let you go.

He sighed. “Look, I--I’m sorry if I scared you off that night when I called you onstage, but I just--I wanted to show you how special you are to me and how much I like you, I just didn’t really know how. I didn’t plan on kissing your cheek, it just happened, so if you’ve been avoiding me because of that, I’m so sorry. I never want to make you uncomfortable and I want you to know that we’ll do whatever you want. If you want to pretend this never happened, we can do that, if you want to leave tour--”

You’d been listening to him ramble, your heart fluttering in your chest as he said everything you’d hoped to hear from him, but when he mentioned you leaving tour, you had to stop him. “Frank, I don’t wanna leave tour.”

His face lit up with a cautious sort of hope. “You don’t?”

You shook your head, offering him a small smile. “No, I don’t.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank God. So what is it then? I miss you and I want us to be good again.”

You sighed. “I like you too. I like you so much that it scares me. A-and I could tell you liked me too and that scared me even more.”

He frowned. “Why? You never have to be afraid of me, you know that.”

You bit your lip. “I know. It’s not that. It’s just that…you know I’m not very experienced when it comes to this kind of thing. And I’m insecure that I’ll screw it up, or that I won’t be good at…you know.” You trailed off, blushing furiously.

His full lips curved in a slight smile, his hazel eyes full of warmth and love for you. “Y/N, you’re going to be amazing, because you’re amazing. But we can slow things down, I can…I can back off a little if that’s what you need.”

You nodded. “Not too far back though,” you whispered, smiling slightly.

He reached his hand out to yours, linking your pinky with yours. The simple, gentle touch felt amazing.

“Better?” He asked, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, reaching up with your other hand to brush his hair out of his face. It had grown down to his shoulders and you loved the way it looked, even when it obscured his beautiful eyes. “Thanks, Frank.”

He smiled. “Of course.”

The two of you took things slow over the next few months. Frank was unendingly patient with you, which made you feel brave enough to progress your relationship. You still worked for him, since it gave the two of you the chance to spend a lot of time together and travel around the world. You loved watching him play music and jump around the stage like a maniac. And after every show, he was yours, and that was all that mattered.

[revisitingfandoms]

Thing I've had

Soooo, Like any with cookei run OC's, I have one.

This my lovely viewers is my half-decently drawn picture of Mirror Moon Cookie. (The uncolored verison.) Hence I feel the need to add a color palette. sort of.

Sorry its so big-

Anyways.

Mirrior Moon Cookie was once one of the many cookies that lived under the glorious days of the five heros, until their fall. She lived to witness their destruction and desolation of the world around her.

As a former discple and student under Shadow Milk cookie, this broke her heart and left a deep scaring betrayal. In the chaos of the ongoing disaster, she prayed to the witches for assitance, she remained ignored by most, yet one answered her.

Between this, the witch crafted and gifted her a seat of chains, 'I cannot trust another with the full power of our might' The witch said, 'You see what happened with the fallen heros' The witch whispered, 'Yet, only one of their power can aid in defeating them'

Gifting the chains to the cookie, allowed her to chain the beasts and pause their rampages yet also changing the cookie once known as Fortune Cookie into Mirrior Moon Cookie.

By accepting the chains her once of yellow crust into a deep black, her tied by brown frosting into pure white and her soft sun yellow eyes into the deepest purple, her once soft scent of flour changing into the wind at night and of sweet moonlight.

Lending her assitance to the witches in sealing the beasts, the chains kept them down long enough for the witches to seal them with the forks. In this act, she was granted an extened lifetime.

The witch who original gifted her the chains spoke to her one last time before they disappeared, 'Go to the wizards' The witch said, 'Find the wizards and gain a new purpose. You linger too much in the past and upon your mentor.' The witch loosened Mirror Moon cookies chains before sending her off.

She would later travel all the way to the city of wizards, she was glazed upon with a unique wonder and questions, but also hestiation. One Wizard asked her, 'Why should we, wizards, allow the cookie creation of a witch to live amoung us?' Mirrior Moon lowered her head, 'Because I have no one else, My mentor is lost, my friends gone and my family in graves. I come here, because I have no where else. I come here seeking a new purpose.'

The wizard hummed, 'Then you shall study under me, for all that wizards and witches argue over which is better or more accurate, I find we all use the same magic. The same can be said for their creations.'

The wizard took in Mirrior Moon cookie as their assitant. She would bond with this wizard and his students- both learning and teaching.

One day the wizard in a empty classroom spoke to her, 'us wizards cannot linger here for long' He said, his eyes saddened, 'and we cannot take you cookies with us,'

She stares at him, 'Why not? I.. I do not wish to left alone again. Take me with you.'

The wizard shook his head, 'I cannot, the archmage forbade it. It would kill you.' She looked down as tears welled, 'So I shall lose both you and our students.'

Wizard picked her and slowly and carefully wipped her tears, 'Oh Mirrior moon cookie' He spoke, 'don't be so sad, this only goodbye for now, I am sure we will meet again one day.'

She nods and with a whispered request speaks, 'May you sing that song, my friend?' The wizard gives a half hearted chuckle and with a nod sings.

'Leaves in the vine, falling so slow..'

He leaves and inside of the city of wizards, in an empty classroom, lingers a cookie. A lost cookie, who lost those who were family thrice over. Atleast until the stars fell from the sky, crushing all the stood before them.

So thoughts on my characters background?

(Also song is 'leaves on the vine' from avatar the last airbender. )

[konigceo]

imma be spilling some of my lore to u guys !!

tw: uhh none really. just horrible friends and horrible people :3

ok so basically i have this friend, we're gonna call her w, and she's been my friend since like 6th grade, she's my bsf. i moved middle schools bc she was going to another middle school and i literally do everything with her.

then in 7th grade i met this girl, lets call her m. i became friends with her and me, w, and m have been a trio since then. but this year, w and m became friends with 2 other girls, lets call them k and n. i knew k and n since last year. we had a few classes together. i was actually kind of friends with n at the time. we weren't best friends, but i trusted her.

m and n have a few classes together and that's how they became friends. same with w and k. they also had a couple classes together. n and k are best friends btw, they've gone to all the same schools. anyways, me, w, m, n, and k now all become friends.

i have a little bit of history with n tho. last year when i was dating my ex, i was friends with n (like i mentioned.) i trusted n and saw her as a friend, so i told her that i was dating my ex (lets call him s.) obviously i was wrong in trusting her, because she told my entire grade that i was dating s. (s was kind of popular and i wasn't, so it was kind of a big deal ig. i was an ugly loser back then lmao)

because n told everyone a SECRET, a secret that i told her to keep to herself, i didn't trust her anymore. now back to the present.

this all took place in novemeber/december of last year. anyways, k was dating a girl i knew, lets call her z. k and z dated for about 2 months before breaking up. i won't go into the specifics, but they broke up because k acted like she was dating n instead of z. mind you, k and n were best friends, and n even had a crush on k last year.

i'm friends with z, and she told me more details, but the point was that n was a homewrecker. and i honestly agree with her. n has trouble keeping things to herself and has trouble respecting people's boundaries. i really didn't like n now, not only because of the shit she did to me, but also the shit she did to z.

now, i told w and m all of this, since we were all friends. i told them that i wanted to drop k and n, especially since no one else liked k and n at this point. they were really rude to everyone else they used to be friends with. but w and m said no, and that they wanted to stay friends with k and n until they did something wrong to them.

and i was pissed at this point. but i just told them that they could stay friends with k and n, but that i wouldn't be friends with them. so i'm not. i'm trying my best to avoid k and n now. i'm spending my breaks with z and her friends, c and d. they're really nice, and i really like z a lot.

but now i have a problem. z told me that m has a crush on k, and that's why m was gonna keep on being friends with k. so i confronted m about this. i asked her if the reason she wouldn't drop k was because she liked her. and m said it was true, and that she didn't only like k romantically, but also as a friend.

now i'm fucking pissed. i'm so fucking tired of telling m the same thing over and over, that k and n are bad people, that i don't like them, that OTHER people also don't like them. that we're the only people friends with them. and m doesn't care. and i'm fucking pissed.

i'm thinking about dropping m and w. but it honestly isn't that easy. i've been friends with m and w for so long, and they know everything about me. they know my secrets, they know about this blog, everything. and i'm fucking terrified that one day, when i eventually drop m, that she'll tell someone about this blog, and that i'm a fucking loser who writes porn on the internet. i'm fucking terrified.

my parents have been thinking about moving, so that's good. i really hope that i move. that way i'll be able to get away from m and n and k. i still feel really bad though. i've been friends with w and m for so fucking long and the thought of dropping them is still so scary. i don't wanna be friends with n or k, but i still wanna be friends with w and m. especially w. she hasn't really done anything wrong, even if she doesn't care that n and k are bad people.

i don't know what to do now. i think the best for now is to move away and forget about everyone.

lmao thank you for reading this far guys !! i'm just really stressed with school work and this whole friendgroup thing. i'm so sorry for the lack of fics. i can't promise you guys anything, and i'm really sorry. i'll try to get back on track soon enough. thanks for all the support :)

[rebelresolve]

⚡️💧❄️🌪️🌈💗 really running the gamut here

emoji asks (accepting) 🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

(guessing it was this one since I couldn't find a⚡️) only if she's flying in it. when it's just weather overhead, it hardly bothers her; she's seen much worse out in the galaxy. but flying through a storm is another matter. she'll still do it mind you, but the thing about mother nature is that her shots are much harder to dodge than a TIE fighter.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

one of the weird side effects of being a non force sensitive carrying a force sensitive baby was that hera started feeling the force for that brief period of time. it got stronger as the baby grew; while she couldn't wield the force in any practical way, she could sense things.

this is how she felt kanan's ghost after his death. and his presence got stronger and stronger over time; by the time she was giving birth, he was right there with her holding her hand and talking her through it as if he had never left. and then, they cut the umbilical cord... and he vanished. she had lost him, again.

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

usually, no! while she's guarded about her personal life, hera is outwardly very kind and warm to people most of the time; people who have only ever seen her acting as general in life or death situations might think she'd be cold, but a two minute conversation with her after the battle is enough to clear up that misconception. as huyang said, it's why people like her. despite everything she's been through, hera just has this natural warmth to her.

that said, if you're one of the people that pisses her off, but she has to still work with you? that's when the ice switch comes on, and boy is it noticeable. people around will probably be like "dang what did you do to make syndulla hate you" lol

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

I guess it depends on how you quantify the size of changes? I'd probably say the way I write her childhood is a pretty big one. it keeps the same Vibes of what we see in canon (cham being distant and not understanding her, eleni being the more mediating force between them) but stacks on a lot of additional family tension that definitely wasn't there in canon. whoops ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

if you want to talk about changes to my personal canon from the previous blog to here, the biggest is probably allowing for jacen to be her bio kid, as initially I was hard resistant to the idea of hera having bio kids and rewrote it so he was adopted as well. kinda funny how that change actually makes her less divergent instead of more tbh

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

it's hard to say. if I'm honest, hera doesn't regret a lot when it comes to her childhood, at least on her own side. most of the bad things that happened were out of her control. it might just be a reminder that she isn't alone, and to remember to let people in, since it took quite a long time initially before she relearned that lesson after leaving ryloth.

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticeable? what changes when they're in love?

honestly? I'm not sure hera really gets crushes, per se. she certainly finds other people attractive, which (like everything else) she plays close to her vest and doesn't tend to give away any signs, but it hardly is the butterflies and "I hope they'll notice me" that you'd associate with a crush crush.

as for how she acts when she falls in love. in contrast to familial love, which she notoriously gives freely, hera is very, very cautious about romantic love. she'll test the waters in a hundred different subtle ways before she even dares to think about romance with anyone. the upshot to this is that once she does that, she knows she can trust you, and so she'll be open with a partner in a way she'd never be open with anyone else.

[bitchinbarzal]

https://www.tumblr.com/bitchinbarzal/725892258138898432/i-need-to-hear-more-about-sex-tape-anon-her-bf

HI IM BACK AND IM AWAKE. also to the anon that sent this, dump that situationship, if he wanted to, he would. so like idk what y’all wanna know so i’ll tell all. we’ve known each other since we were kids, he’s my brothers best friend since diapers (our moms met at a lamaze class and became instant friends) and im 2 years younger than him. i had a crush on him when i was 7 despite the fact he always teased me (not in a bullying way, but like he’d tug on my hair if he liked the style of it idk why, now he does it nsfw way) uh i still had a crush on him when i entered hs and he was dating someone (his ex who gave his brother 🧠) and that relationship lasted about a year, and then when they broke up he turned into a fuck boy and i started dating another guy who ended up cheating on me, he beat the dude up and comforted me post break up and we got closer, he became my fav person to hang out with and eventually he asked me out, i was weary bc he was a fuck boy and i had just gotten cheated on, he understood and we took it slow. he eventually went to college, i was so scared bc i was so insecure and thought he’d cheat on me, we got into lots of fights bc of it, turns out he was insecure too and thought i’d cheat on him. but we’re still 2 years strong, going on 3. i’m 18 and he recently turned 20. uh idrk what to say tbh that helps us maintain our relationship cause there’s a lot i think? we put each other first and listen to each other, trust and honesty is big for us, he was always my friend before my lover and im so grateful for that because i think it made our relationship stronger. he’s been my safe space since i was 15. make your partner feel comfortable and safe around you, don’t keep secrets, don’t act superior to them or belittle them. don’t be afraid to put yourself first and do what’s best for you, there have been so many times over the course of our relationship where i needed a few days for me and bf always respected that, and if your partner doesn’t, dump them. when he gave me my promise ring he told me i was the first thought on his mind when he woke up and the last when he fell asleep and he plans on it being like that for the rest of his life, even after he calls me his wife (ik that mf didnt come up with that quote idk where he heard it but it’s literally so cute),. uh, i hope this gives you guys some insight to our relationship

- sex tape anon

(yes i cried while writing this)

🥺

[the-firebird69]

Here they're reading him the charges it just started in this picture of their number two and he was not paying enough attention I think but really he's not a henchman and he's not a partner he is an affiliate to that crime syndicate of Tommy F and it's a very deadly one and a lot of people have died very prominent clients have left huge ones and Mac lost tons of power and we ended up taking over because they can't handle the crush of these clones and the idiots and foreigners and so it's happened before in world War II and Vietnam but it's not the same and he feels like some kind of animal and it's because of pigs like Trump and others and tons of them tons of people like him who are selling out to China and on the air and out loud it was horrible and it was terrible and they're ironic pigs like bja and they're making huge mistakes now thankfully our son did a lot of work and Mac knows that he drew tons of them off and off himself and off Mac was screaming it back one day is that you're yelling at me well I'm a kid of yours you know some having a grandma and it's true and I want my grandma back and you have to figure out how to do it so he's yelling that at him too and also he says you already said that while I'm in time doing it again. Say we have to work together and you said okay I got ideas and people help instead of working and boy these guys are out of line he wants that motorcycle there and figure out Britain has lost again and he sees what you're doing it says that's incredible and he says I didn't know that and it'd be nice to have a brother the computer is Adam and these people are at him and it's because of this a****** and this Alice thing it should be brought up on federal charges but he got him here and for conspiracy to commit mass murder on the human race and he's thinking about it and he switched over and start saying we got to get together on that so yeah we do I'm going to talk to Olympus and it's me and I'm putting it in and he has a lot of plans to do that and we're going to bring it up in our big summit and he approves it and then does of course there's nobody likes him but his father wrote them into it our son was even friends with him which is an impossibility and Brad was. He says don't worry Tomorrow there's always another beer and za I swear he'd sell Za. Right now they're finished reading the charges and they are proceeding with the next phase which is to request innocent or guilty for each one and they they present the charge and then they ask the lawyers and then they say he's pronounce pronouncing himself innocent and he's going to be innocent for all is what he plans to do in the lures and it's going on right now they're on like number two

Thor Freya

This Guy's in her hair and he's in her act he's in her attitude or demeanor all sorts of things we don't want them in we want him out and he's got serious charges okay these are felonies there's they're all fraud no there's some crimes in there that he didn't know about attempted murder all sorts of things and they're going through the whole thing and yeah his daughter is going to testify against me he doesn't believe it because of you so when in there looking fapper so people want to knock him down

Thor Freya again

Olympus us too yes

Me too yes thank you honey

Yeah that's what it means more work I'm going to try and help get it these motorcycle shops going it takes work just like the construction projects they took a lot of work we have to come in and try and take him over come up with new plans it took it took 4 months so we should do that with the motorcycle shops although it could be a lot quicker and we can fast track renovations I'm putting in small shops but really we should put in those Warehouse house and even though Dan is not trusted with anything we need somebody to do it and these people are willing to buy these right away and they'll get out there and the Mac has a plan for it it's abuse but he's an abusive guy and might do some or show people so we're going to set up a meeting with him and you're there of course it's going to be fun now the dragon is busy right now and we're going to go ahead with it Hera says

Olympus

[laguna-lesbian]

blushy helen 💖💞💗💘💕💝💞💓 my heart </3

i will absolutelly tell you my olive headcannons!!!!!!

i kinda wory that some of these are quite ooc but honestly i'm having so much fun, i dont even care!

i really love the idea of autistic olive - i do have evidence from cannon to support this but im too lazy to actually go looking for it. i feel like her special interest realistically has to be something to do with her work but also, hear me out... ducks... I KNOW, I KNOW it sounds really random but i have a specific scenario/au in mind to explain it!!

so you know how we all had either like a baby blanket or a stuffed animal that we were really attached to as a child? i reckon olives blanket had a wee duck embroidered on it. the blanket was yellow, with a little duck in the corner, and an orange silk trim. she had it since she was a baby and after her dad died, during her years spent with her abusive stepdad, it became a comform item - i think she stims by running her fingers over the silk! it became sort of a way to remember her early childhood before she had to be a 'grown up.' after her mother died it was one of the few things she took with her from the house, and she kept it all the way into adulthood. yeah anyways the duck on the blanket led to her special interest. i think, like astrid with butterflys, she knows so many weird and interesting facts about them. shes not very forthcoming about this part of herself, but i think those closest to her know - about the special interest i mean, i dont think anyone apart from her partner knows about the significance of the blanket.

olive also definately watches bluey with ella and she definately enjoys it just as much. her favourite character is bingo because she reminds her of rachel. whenever her sister has to leave ella with olive, she turns it into a wee 'date night,' they get snacks and drinks and watch whatever ella wants, within reason ofc, because the two so rarely get to spend time together!!

yeah anyways, i felt the need to say that before my flustered olive hc's - also these arent taking into account peter or her fiancé because fuck em:

in my mind, she legitimately just forgets how to function like a human being. i guess because of past trauma and just the nature of her job she doesn't let a lot of people in, she can't, so she's never really had a significant romantic relationship before. if you've read the books and know kieran, he's not invited either. pussy. yeah anyways, back to olive. i reckon becuase it's been so long since she's been intimate with someone (no, not in that way, get your mind out the gutter) she just... forgets how to *be* when she sees someone who makes her heart stop. i thought the idea of her going borderling non speaking when she's flustered was really cute. like i think she'll be staring at the person in awe and then five seconds of awkward silence will pass before she reslises she's been asked a question, and thats when she starts blushing. i think, after the initial raw attraction dissipates, she'd avoid the person at all costs because she couldn't trust anything that came out of her own mouth. i reckon she might be a little colder to them too because she's so scared of her own emotions :( astrid or walter would definately have to convince her to act on her 'crush,' i think walters a big tease because she's so obvious with it!!

wait- after reading your thoughts about flustered tess, do you have any for annas other characters?? like specifically helen or olive - i have So Many thoughts about olive, like the way you are with tess is the way i am with her sjdkj

i feel like im in your asks a lot asjkdj tell me to fuck off and i will lmao

Pls I would never tell you to fuck off you give me excuses to ramble about my fav characters you’re a god send.

Liv is so tricky for me cause I adore that character but I just didn’t fully connect with her in a writers level, I found her so tricky to figure out. Tess for example is so easy to just go rooting around in her head and pad her character out, liv is soooo hard.

And knowing she is to you as Tess is to me, I’m kinda nervous to even suggest what my thoughts would be in case you don’t agree 😂 please tell me your thoughts.

Helen tho? Helen I can do. Specifically because I have literally written about her being flustered in my one shot lmao.

Helen is just so not subtle about it. She has this skill of hiding her emotions in front of a camera, but being absolutely useless at it off camera. She’s a blusher. Idc what anyone says. She is. And she blushes so bad when she’s flustered. She’s fidgety, all restless hands and rolling her shoulders. And yk those sort of nervy laughs on an exhale? Yeah. She’s just not subtle. And it’s cute. She’s so normally poised and put together that the thought of her just turning to mush for reader is v appealing to me.

[storiesforallfandoms]

pool side ~ steve harrington;stranger things

word count: 3220

request?: no

description: in which their innocent conversation by the pool quickly turns into something a little dirtier

pairing: steve harrington x wheeler!female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral (f receiving), i guess technically public sex?)

masterlist (one, two)

Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t hate Steve Harrington.

I mean, I didn’t know him well enough to hate him. We didn’t run in the same friend group. I was a math nerd - high grades in the subject, champion of basically every decathlon in the last four years, would be leader of the team if I really wanted it - and Steve was...well...he was Steve. Big, popular Steve. Everyone loved and admired Steve.

Everyone including my twin sister.

Nancy was head over heels for Steve from the moment he gave her even the smallest sliver of attention. He would call her all the time, sneak into her bedroom at night, distract her from her studies and make her late for class, or miss it all together.

Maybe that’s where the rumor that I hated him came from. I was trying to talk some sense into Nancy after she came home past curfew wearing Steve’s hoodie and noticeably missing her clothes from when she left. Well, noticeably for me. Sometimes our parents can be blissfully ignorant, or too trusting of Nancy, Mike, and I.

“You don’t even know him,” she argued when I told her Steve was making her act differently. “Maybe you’d like him if you got to know him.”

“I’d like him a lot more if he wasn’t getting you in trouble all the time,” I muttered in response.

Within a week the whole school thought I hated Steve, including Steve himself. But that wasn’t the case. Quite the opposite, actually. Like everyone, I liked Steve. I liked him as much as my sister did, if you know what I mean.

Why else would I go to a party at his place without Nancy? I wasn’t a party person, and none of the other attendees wanted me there I’m sure, but Steve invited the entire grade, and I decided to go.

But, again, I’m not a party person, so instead of being inside with my “peers” listening to the too loud music and drinking lukewarm beer, I was sat in a chair next to the Harrington’s pool, just watching the still water.

The muffled music increased for a split second as the backdoor opened and shut again. I looked over my shoulder to see Steve standing at the door.

“Shouldn’t you be studying your math textbook?” he asked, a half smirk on his face.

“Shouldn’t you be trying to get in my sister’s pants?” I retorted.

He chuckled. “You got me there.”

He walked over to the chair next to me and sat down. He offered me a beer and I took it, although I had no intentions of drinking it.

“I’m kind of surprised to see you here,” he said. “Doesn’t seem like your scene.”

“It’s not.”

“Then why are you here?”

I looked down at the beer and decided maybe I would drink it. Anything to get out of answering that question.

The liquid was heavy and made my mouth feel dry, as if I wasn’t drinking. I had only drank beer once before and it definitely did not taste good at all. I wasn’t sure why basically every guy liked to drink this shit whenever there was a party or something. It seemed like the worst way to get drunk.

“Why are you out here?” I asked him. “Come to make fun of the loser all alone at the party?”

Steve put a hand over his chest. “You wound me. Maybe I saw you out here and wanted to keep you company.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.”

Okay, maybe my attitude added fuel to the rumors about my feelings towards Steve, but it was hard not to have a shield up around him. My crush on him aside, Steve was also surrounded by assholes. His friends were probably the worst people in all of Hawkins. I had no idea how Nancy, who was a very gentle and caring person (so I thought), ever put up with them, no matter how much she liked Steve.

“I’m serious, (Y/N). There’s no ulterior motives here. I saw you out here alone and I wanted to come keep you company. No one even knows I left.”

“Oh. Well...thanks.”

Silence washed over us. Steve sat back in the chair, kicking his legs up and tipping his can back against his lips. He chugged the contents down within seconds before discarding the empty can onto the lawn next to him.

“Impressive,” I said.

“Thanks.”

I sighed, sick of the awkward tension in the air. “I don’t hate you, you know.”

Steve seemed amused by my confession. “Really? You could’ve fooled me.”

“I’m pretty sure Nancy is the one who started that rumor. I just sort of played into it after a while. But I don’t hate you. Your friends are another story.”

“Yeah, well you’re right to hate them. They’re assholes. I have no idea why I was ever friends with them in the first place.”

I was taken back by the confession. “Whoa. When did that happen? Last I checked they were still following you like lost puppies.”

Steve was silent again. I wondered if he was regretting telling me so much. Maybe he was about to storm off, leaving me there more confused than ever. I wouldn’t blame him. It wasn’t like we were close or anything. Nancy didn’t even bring him around to meet the family (which technically was a good idea considering how our mother acted sometimes).

Instead, he let out a sigh that blew the piece of his hair that was dangling in his face a little.

“Since you confessed something to me, I’m gonna confess something to you in return,” he said. “Your sister dumped me.”

Now that was a very surprising confession. I was shocked that I was hearing this news from Steve and not from Nancy. We usually told each other everything. I figured a break up with Steve, especially one that she initiated, would’ve been big news that she would’ve told me right away.

Steve looked up at my face. “Judging by that expression, she didn’t tell you that.”

I shook my head, still too stunned to speak.

“Yeah, I don’t blame her. I was a bit of a jerk towards her so she ended things. She’s been hanging out with Byers a lot lately, so I’m guessing there’s something there or there will be soon. She deserves him if he’s what makes her happy.” He shrugged. “Still sucks, though.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said. And I genuinely meant it. As much as I disliked the way Nancy was with him, it seemed like he was quite upset over the break up.

“It’s fine. Like I said, I was a jerk and I deserved it.”

“Doesn’t explain what’s going on with your jerk friends, though.”

“I’m getting there. Have some patience.” He smiled a little at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “They were being assholes towards Nancy. They made fun of Byers, called her names, then turned to insult me when I tried sticking up for them. I said enough was enough. I didn’t want to deal with that anymore.”

“Good for you, though. You deserve better friends than them.”

“Yeah I guess I do. Should’ve realized that when I caught Tommy going down on Carole in my parents bedroom.”

I made a face that Steve caught for a split second. He started to laugh a little at my expression before asking, “What? Don’t like to hear about sex?”

“Sex is fine I guess. It’s the oral that has me kind of cringing.”

“Wait.” Steve sat up, his face suddenly becoming serious. “You’ve never received oral before?”

I could feel my face burning and I quickly turned away from him. “Oh my God, I’m not talking about this with you.”

“You totally haven’t. What type of dudes have you been dating that they haven’t given you that pleasure before?”

I wrapped my arms around myself, almost like I was trying to shield myself from him. I wished I could just melt into a puddle and disappear into the pool in front of us. I really did not want to talk about my embarrassing sex life with Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

Of course I had been in relationships before. Had lost my virginity the year prior. It wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it felt good at the time. But that was the first and last time I had ever had sex, and I certainly hadn’t done anything more than regular sex. Definitely had not explored the world of cunnilingus. The same guy I lost my virginity to said it was gross and I wouldn’t like it, and, since I was inexperienced, I took his word for it.

I had been so determined to not look at Steve that I hadn’t even noticed he had gotten up from his chair and came to kneel in front of mine. His fingers gently touched my chin. The brief touch sent electricity coursing through my body. I wondered if he felt it too.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he told me. “I’m just saying it feels really, really good. Or it does for a guy anyways. I’ve only ever done it to a girl once and she told me it was better than sex.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from my mouth. “That’s not a hard thing to top for me. I’ve only had sex once and it wasn’t the best.”

Steve looked so shocked that you would’ve thought I had just told him some insane, life altering secret. “Okay, whichever guy you were with to make you think this way seriously needs to get his shit together. Sex is amazing when you’re doing it with the right person, and getting head feels just as good.”

He was so close to me. Closer than he’s ever been. I shouldn’t want to jump his bones considering he’s now my sister’s ex-boyfriend and there has to be some rules against that, but I wanted to so badly. I wanted to kiss his face, run my hands through his hair, feel his body on mine. I wanted him to show me how good sex could feel.

“I could show you.”

I blanched at his comment. “W-What?”

“The oral part. I could show you how good it feels. If you want to, that is.”

“Like...like right here?”

A cheeky smile spread across his face. “Yeah. Why not?”

“Well, for one, your house is full of people right now. What if someone sees us?”

“All they’ll see is you laying back in the lawn chair. They’re positioned in a way that you can’t see anything else unless you’re upstairs, and everyone knows upstairs is a no go area.” His hands were on my thighs. They felt so warm. I wanted them in other places. “We don’t have to. This is totally up to you, but I feel like you should be shown what you’re missing.”

I glanced back at the house to make sure there was no one looking out through one of the windows. It was a bad idea, but I allowed myself to lay back on the chair with Steve still knelt between my legs. His face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Is it okay if I take these off?” he asked, reaching for the buttons on my pants.

My words caught in my throat, so all I could do was nod. He unbuttoned them slowly, looking up at me every so often as if making sure I was still okay with what he was doing. Once he had them undone, he reached up for the waistband.

“Up,” he instructed. I lifted my hips and he pulled off my shorts and my panties in one movement. The cool air hit my bare lower half and I shivered a little. Steve pulled me down so I was sat right on the edge of the chair. “Open your legs for me, sweetheart.”

I did as he asked and allowed my legs to fall open.

He was cautious at first, leaning forward slowly, still watching me for any signs of hesitation or changing my mind. I could feel his breath against my core and it sent more shivers through me.

I gasped when his tongue finally collided with my clit, licking a long, slow stripe through my sensitive area. He paused, looking up at me still. God, I could get used to seeing that look in his eyes - one of lust but also one of admiration. Like I was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Even if he was just looking like that because I was letting him do naughty things to me.

“Keep going,” I managed to stutter out.

He smiled before diving back into me. One of my hands flew to his hair while the other gripped the chair beneath me as his pace picked up. He continued to mercilessly lap at my clit, each press of his tongue against the bundle of nerves sending jolts of pleasure through me.

I felt bad for how much I was messing with Steve’s hair, but I couldn’t help myself. It felt like I had no control over my own body anymore. I was fisting locks of his soft hair in my hand and my back was arching off of the chair. Steve kept having to reach up and push my hips back down, but he didn’t seem too bothered by the reaction. He looked amused, actually.

When his tongue went lower and dived into my folds, I let out a loud moan. I quickly clapped a hand over my mouth and looked down at Steve, who still had his face buried in my pussy. I could see the amusement in his eyes as he chuckled, the vibrations adding an extra form of pleasure

He continued to lick through my folds, his tongue just about entering my pussy every time he went lower on me. His hands held onto my thighs, his fingertips pressing into them. I moaned into my hand, trying to muffle the noises but it was no use. I was being louder than I intended, but I had to admit that Steve was right: oral felt incredible.

I could feel a sensation building in my stomach, and I knew it meant I was approaching my high.

“Oh God,” I breathed. “I’m gonna...I’m gonna...”

“Cum in my mouth, beautiful,” he coaxed. “I wanna taste you.”

His words were enough to send me over the edge. I let out a cry of pleasure, officially no longer caring if anyone heard us, as my orgasm ripped through me. Steve continued to lick my entrance, lapping up my juices as much as he could.

When he pulled away I had to bite back a whimper. I already wished to feel him licking me again, or maybe to feel more of him.

He got up to hover over me. His mouth and chin were glistening with my slick. I was surprised at how much that turned me on. He pressed himself against me and I could feel him poking through his jeans. He started to lower his face down to mine and my heart raced with anticipation. He stopped just before out lips touched.

“Wait,” he said, bringing his arm to his face and quickly wiping me off of his mouth and chin. “There.”

And when Steve closed the gap between us, I felt like I was in heaven. It was the moment I had been waiting for since the moment I laid my eyes on him. Of course, I never imagined it would happen just after he gave me the most intense orgasm of my life, but that fact just felt like an added plus.

He grounded his pelvis against mine, building friction between us. I was more than willing to let him take me right here in the lawn chair outside of his house, until a thought crossed my mind.

I pushed him away and he looked down at me, confused. “I can’t...Nancy...”

“She dumped me, (Y/N). I don’t think she’d have a problem with it.”

“No, I mean I can’t sleep with the guy who took Nancy’s virginity. Even if she ended it, that’s so wrong.”

“We never slept together.”

It was my turn to look at him in confusion. “What? But that night she was over late...she came home and she was wearing different clothes...”

“I pushed her into the pool. She came up to my room so I could give her dry clothes. We made out a little bit, but she stopped before we could go any further. She said she didn’t feel ready, and I respected that. She broke up with me before we could ever go any further.”

Well, that felt like a relief.

But still, now that I was coming down from my high and thinking a little more clearly, I didn’t want to have sex with Steve where anyone could possibly catch us.

“I’d still rather not do it out here,” I told him. “Is...is that okay?”

He smiled a little. “Of course that’s okay. I’m not going to make you do something you don’t want to do. We can try again sometime when it’s more private and with less people in my house.”

“You...you still want to have sex with me...after tonight?”

“I do. This wasn’t a one time thing for me. That is, if you don’t want it to be a one time thing.”

I shook my head quickly. He chuckled and cupped my chin again. “Well then, it’s decided. I would very much like to make you a believer in how good sex can be.”

His lips pressed against mine again. When he pulled away I felt dizzy with happiness. I truly could not believe the events of this night had happened at all. I was still convinced I had dreamt it all.

“Do you have to go home tonight?” he asked. “I know your parents can be strict with curfews.”

I deflated at the question. “Yeah. Mom wants me home by 10.”

“Do you have a ride home?”

I shook my head. Despite the distance, I had decided to walk to Steve’s place. None of my friends who could drive wanted to go to his party, and I wasn’t about to ask my parents to drive me there.

“Well, here’s an idea: how about I drive you home before your curfew, and then tomorrow morning I’ll come back and pick you up, and we’ll go out for breakfast.”

“I-I’d like that,” I said.

He smiled brightly. “Okay. Sounds like a plan to me. Let’s go back in for a while. What do you say?”

I nodded again, feeling speechless. I was so sure this whole night had been a dream. I was about to pinch myself to see if I was really awake.

Steve took my hand and helped me up from the lawn chair. We grabbed my panties and shorts and I pulled them back on. My legs still felt wobbly from our earlier activities, so Steve let me lean against him as he walked into his house.

So yeah, I think it’s safe to say I definitely did not hate Steve Harrington.

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── ୨୧：guren ichinose, shinya hīragi, kureto hīragi x reader (separate)

୨୧﹑synopsis :: you try not to notice how he adores a certain woman in his life, you keep your feelings about him to yourself, quiet and never acting on them solely because you know that you could never hope to compare to her.

୨୧﹑genre :: slight angst

୨୧﹑content :: nothing to warn I don't think but I wrote this at like one a.m. and did not read a word of it 👍 lmk if there is something you want me to tag though (*￣︶￣)

୨୧﹑words :: 811

hiii I'm back again (I have a second degree burn now 💀) (I touched the oven rack while it was on max) (now I have a funny mark on my knee) this is kinda rushed because tbh I am not in the mood but I don't wanna up and dip again even though I was hit with like that curse that plagues fanfic authors and ten bad things happened in a day

this is from like March I believe??? I am so sorry to the person who sent me this in my DMs istg I was gonna do it but then I just forgot after that really long break I took 😔 I don't think I ended up sticking to it exactly because I'm not actually sure if the whole request was sent?? I also ended up cutting Crowley to put him in a standalone post 👍

─ ୨୧： guren ichinose

your feelings for the Ichinose boy run deep, a little part of you crushing on just his looks when he first arrived at this school, only growing on you since then. His personality when he really got comfortable was charming, and he always had that goofy look on his face when students pulled mean tricks on him like he didn't care. A pretty face. He never lets others bother him it seems, even when he talks all lesson to the boy beside him and tries to ignore him. You could look past the Ichinose Clan part, that was the least of your worries. After all, even Mahiru Hīragi could look past that.

you see her around him a lot, and they seem to know each other and get along well. She's always smiling around him, and while he doesn't exactly look like he's having the best day of his life he looks happier to hear from her than most other students. You suppose he would be with a smart and pretty girl paying attention to him, let alone one quite so impossibly beautiful as her. A once in a century genius. How could you ever hope to compete with a person like that?

it was a nigh impossible task, so you give up, and you watch. You know that he is only yours in your little daydreams, and the moment you blink them away and return to reality he goes right back to being Mahiru's as he always was.

　

─ ୨୧： shinya hīragi

since you joined the army you had at least a bit of a liking toward him, though it was quite minor at first, nothing too big. You just liked how nice he was to you, even helping you out at times when he noticed you were struggling a bit with your weapon. With his help you got closer to him at least in your eyes, the confidence he oozed enough to make you feel safe and in good hands. You trusted he knew what he was doing and it kept paying off to trust his advice.

it kept you asking for more of his help, knowing that slowly the help was becoming less of your focus and it was slowly shifting to the man himself. Something about him is so handsome, yet also quite cute.

then you heard he had once had a fiancée, and you realised that if that was everything he wanted in a partner that you would be stepping way out of your league. She was a Goddess put on earth in the form of a high school girl, perfect if not for her one fatal flaw in which she was dead after committing acts that disgraced her family. That explained why nobody spoke of her until you heard it from the girl's own sister.

slowly you were inching your way further into his life, and slowly you will inch your way back out. Even as a dead woman, You know that to that standard, you are still just a bumbling and confused little child.

　

─ ୨୧： kureto hīragi

a bad little habit you have with Aoi is the gossip once work is over, going to shower and change in the showers together one stall apart just to talk about various tidbits you'd picked up throughout the days. You'd learned many…interesting things that way. Most notably however was in the midst of washing your hair, letting the water wash out the product when she so happened to mention that she might just have deeper feelings for Kureto than she usually lets on. It's more than just respect, at least as she put it. You almost got shampoo in your eyes.

of course you couldn't blame her, her feelings are something you can quite easily understand in fact, it's just… How are you supposed to be pitted against someone like Aoi who is loyal to a fault at her job? Thinking about it really…she is quite beautiful, and her family is in higher standing, she does anything that he asks of her, most importantly she is strong. You think if anything Kureto would value power, wouldn't he? He probably wouldn't be fond of protecting his lover all the time out of necessity, he'd prefer someone capable of doing that themselves, and while you certainly could, Aoi could do it better.

you can hear her as she knocks her hand against the wall of the shower stall, "Did you drown in there?" her voice brings you back again, and you give a quick no in response. You're out of the shower soon enough. It'd be easier to forget the conversation if not for the fact you both pass him again on your way back to the dorms and finally notice how she looks at him.

even without the threat of her own skill over yours, you're not sure you can take that away from her.

[satellite-evans]

Sunshine

Pairing: Chris Evans x therapist!reader

Summary: When Chris sought to find help, he found you.

Word count: it's a short one, sorry :(

Warnings: Fluff, Chris going to therapy and being an idiot in love, a little angst in the beginning. Let me know If I forgot something <3

A/N: Happy reading! I kinda had second thoughts about this one :(

English is not my first language, So I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback and requests are always welcome. Love you all <3

Chris's life sounded chaotic and messy for individuals who didn't live in it. Being Captain America had responsibilities, not to forget the amazing charm Chris holds against the world. Every girl dreamed of being with him and living in the same world as he did. Every woman's dream was to go to events, clubbing together, and award show after award show. The truth was nothing like that.

Chris was a normal guy from Boston who got lucky with getting a part in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Unfortunately for him, the happiness that this role brought him, came not alone. It came with anxiety, too. Hearing every click of a camera pointed toward him was difficult for him. Chris hated that he even heard those clicks late at night in his bedroom. When everyone was sleeping. It was like his own brain was against him, replaying those sounds over and over until Chris couldn't help but get up and go for a run.

He knew he needed therapy. Hell, even his own friends and family recommended him. Seeing Chris miserable was painful for his mother. The fire that was in her son burning for acting was gently dying. She needed to do something; she needed to find help for her son before it was too late.

Lisa found a therapist that changed his son's life forever. You.

Chris was not so eager to go to a therapist, but he trusted his mother's judgment and went to you. Not for himself, but for the people he loved.

When he entered your office, something happened.

He still can't explain to his day what he felt when he saw you for the first time. His vocabulary is not big enough, he says. Something inside him made Chris feel dizzy, like he was about to throw up. He didn't like the feeling, but he took everything that came from you happily.

You.

There was something about you that made Chris want to learn about you. He wanted you to talk about your life and solve any problem you had like he was your therapist. When he sat down, he knew one thing was for sure. He was going to ask you out.

After talking for 2 hours, it felt like the heavy bricks that were crushing him down were crumbling away, and he could finally take a deep breath without shaking. It felt easy explaining his issues to you.

Your eyes were deep brown, but Chris swore he saw a wonderful blue sky in them. He never felt so drawn to a person, and he only knew you for two hours. But if spending two hours with you was like this, he couldn't imagine what a life with you would feel like.

After the therapy session, you told him you loved to see him next week again. Chris instantly agreed, loving that he would see you next week, too.

Every week that he came, he fell more in love with you. You learned more about him, and he learned more things about you, too. How your office was full of flowers, especially lilies, for instance. Or how the two dimples next to your mouth were only seen if you smiled. That you had a tattoo of a butterfly on your wrist. Every single detail that Chris had seen was written on his memory with a pen that couldn't be erased. He never talked about you to his family. Because he knew, if he started talking about you, his smile that would show up and the way his eyes would shine would tell them the truth. So when Lisa asked how therapy was, he would simply answer with 'good.'

But his mother didn't buy it. She knew that something was up and that it had to do something about you. She saw Chris change. He wasn't quiet as he used to be. Her son, that was slowly slipping away from her fingers, was now blossoming like a flower in the spring. She knew that her flower of a son found his sunshine. And she couldn't be happier about it.

He did it. He didn't know why he did it just when the session ended, but he did it. He asked you out. The clicks of a camera that were making a noise in his brain were so far for him to hear, thanks to you. But because of you, he could hear the fight that was going on between his heart and brain right now. His heartbeat was going faster, waiting for you to say yes, while his brain was giving him a headache about all the overthinking he was doing. That you were going to say no, that Chris embarrassed himself, and that he looked dumb right now. Yup, his brain loved him.

"Chris, I really don't know what to say. I'm flattered, really. I think you are an amazing person with a soul that is so kind. But I can't date you, you're my patient. And I'm not willing to risk my career because of my feelings."

He should be hurt by what you said, but he wasn't. In fact, he fell more in love with you. This just showed how strong of a woman you were and that you knew your priorities. But he wouldn't let you go that easily. Chris would do everything just to spend time with you.

"What if I go to another therapist? Y/N, you helped me grow so much as a person. You fixed my fragile heart and I haven't been more confident in my body. Please, just give me a chance. I'm sure you have so some great therapist friends you can recommend to me. I want to spend time with you, Y/N. Please, let me."

You let him. After recommending your therapist friend Farah to him, he took you out on a date and got to know you outside of work, too.

You were a big Disney fan. Your favorite movie was the princess and the frog, seeing yourself in her since you always had to work hard to get your job, too. What made Chris shocked to hear was that you never went to Disneyland.

"I'm sorry, what? You are a Disney fan, but you never went to Disneyland? How is that even possible?"

The two of you were enjoying some pasta in Chris' favorite restaurant. He knew that he had to take you there on the first date. it brought him many happy memories of seeing this place and now he added one more, his first date with you.

"Hey, don't laugh at me, okay? My parents had little money growing up, so we never went. And now, I don't know, It's just weird going alone to Disneyland. Don't you think?"

He frowned at your question. Why would you go alone?

"Well, you don't have to go alone. Take your family with you. I always go with my whole family. My sisters, brother, cousins, everyone. You can do the same."

You laughed at his comment, thinking about how your family would hate that idea.

"I don't think so. My mom and dad aren't Disney fans just like I am. Plus, they would say that I spend my money on unnecessary stuff and that I don't know the value of money. I don't need to hear another entire speech about life and money just because I wanted to go to Disneyland. I got to hear that tons of times growing up that I know nothing."

He saw you became serious and tense. Talking about your parents was a hard topic for you, and he sensed that instantly. Chris wanted to comfort you and tell you that your parents were missing out, but it wasn't the place or the time.

"I'm so sorry. This is our first date, and I am already talking about my issues. As a therapist, you always listen to the problems of other people. Nobody listens to yours."

Chris felt a sting in his heart. You doubtless had so many things to tell, but nobody wanted to listen to you. If you only knew that he would listen to you forever.

"Don't worry sweetheart" he said, taking your hand as his. " I would love to listen to your voice all day, every day."

You smiled at him, with glistering eyes telling him that this was the sweetest thing someone ever said to you, without words. Chris understood. He could read your eyes so well and smile back.

He promised himself that day he would do everything in his power to make you feel safe to share your problems with him. And further to take you to Disneyland, but as a family.

It's safe to say that he kept his promise.

(part 2 anyone?)

[writersblog20]

The Ibiza vibe

Chris Evans x reader

Summary: on a vacation to Ibiza you meet your favorite actor and to your surprise you’re all going out together, making the tension between the two of you even sharper. The night was still young and he loved to help you with making the most of your vacation.

Warnings: hints of self-conscious and insecurities, alcohol consumption, small mention of trauma and fear of intimacy, smut, passionate sex, blowjob, p in v, no condom (please be wise), begging, eating you out, creampie,

Words: 5K

A/N: This ain’t my favorite but don’t worry I’ll write some more smut in the future ;)

The Ibiza vibe

You had a couple of hard months lately and your friends decided to take you on a trip. Well the trip was already settled, they just dragged you with them. You all had a vacation booked to Ibiza and you were there for over two days now. The hotel that you picked was absolutely gorgeous. This would be the first day that you would go out and to the beach since you all had a pretty bad jetlag.

You grabbed your stuff and walked with them out of the hotel. The weather was so incredible nice, it was like the sun gave you a warm needed big hug. You still had to settle down here because before you left, a lot of stuff had happened and you still had to process that so you tried to have fun but stayed on the quiet side, which was fine by your friends.

Your friends were great as they gave you the space if you needed that or would pick you up and be there for you if that was what you needed. You were so grateful for your friends and you let them know that.

You finally walked to a more private beach. Well it wasn’t private but more hidden so there weren’t a lot of people around. You laid your towel down besides some plants and trees so you still had a little bit of shadow. You put some sunscreen on and laid down. Your friends put on some music and now you finally had time to look around and see the people.

There was a group of guys and you thought you saw the Chris Evans in between the people. You sat up straight and quickly took your sunglasses off to get a better look but to your surprise, that was the exact moment he turned around towards you. His eyes connected with yours and he smiled at you, which you returned shyly.

You quickly put your sunglasses up and tried to act normal even though that was a little bit hard since you were fangirling over the entire place because your favorite actor and crush was standing just a couple of meters in front of you. He was gorgeous too. His fluffy hair danced in the sun, his chest a little toned and black swim shorts on.

You recognized his brother Scott as well until you abruptly got pulled out of your thoughts by Luna. “oh my god Y/N, don’t freak out but THE Chris Evans is over there!” she told you excitedly. “Shhh keep your voice down. I know, I already saw him.” you told her, trying to shush her. She chuckled “Of course, you already saw him.” she told you and stood up. You looked confused at her “You coming for a swim or what?” She asked you, making you chuckle and stood up as well.

You all walked to the water and you noticed that Chris was checking you out. His eyes felt like fire on your skin and you start to feel self-conscious and awkward. Luna started to walk next to you “He’s checking you out, maybe he likes you” she whispered and you rolled your eyes. “Or.. he thinks I’m a creep because I looked one too many times.” This time she rolled her eyes. “You don’t actually believe that right? You’re gorgeous, he’d be dumb and blind if he wouldn’t see that and trust me by the looks of it, he ain’t dumb nor blind.” She told you with a smirk and took off in the water.

You stood with your toes in the crystal blue ocean, just enjoying the sun on your skin and trying to ground yourself. Your friends were calling for you to come in as well and so you did. The water wasn’t cold or anything, it was refreshing and just the right temperature.

After taking a couple of dibs, you told your friends that you went back to the towels and you would see them in a bit before walking back. Just like before, Chris was looking at you again and once you met his gaze, he smiled again which you returned shyly. Scott swatted his brother for attention but once Scott looked your way, he began grinning at Chris. You felt embarrassed and awkward and just wanted to go to your towel.

When you finally arrived you got your book and began reading, completely indulged in the story once your friends came back. Everything around you slowed down once you only got attention for the book until there was a shadow standing over you and one of your friends swatted your arm. You looked up to see Chris and two of his friends.

“Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt you girls but we wanted to play a game of volleyball and we need 3 more people and we were wondering if you might be interested….?” One of his friends spoke up, while you and Chris kept looking at each other. You started to feel shy again. More than you normally were. Your friends looked at you and Chris with a smirk “Yes we would love to!” Jess told them, making them smile excitedly. “We’ve got beer and other stuff if you want to, so feel free to help yourself out.” One of his friends said.

You stood up just like the rest of the group and introduces yourself. You gave a hand to the other boys apparently named Jeremy and Luke. They walked away with your friends, leaving you and Chris behind. You softly gave him a hand and a flustered smile “Hi I’m Y/N” He smiled in a way that made you even more flustered. “That’s a beautiful name. I’m Chris, it’s nice to meet you.” Once you let go of his hand, you noticed that he was quite flustered himself, which surprised you.

You walked behind the group and started chatting for a minute “So, here on vacation as well?” he asked you, making you nod. “You as well I presume.” He nodded and chuckled “Yeah arrived two days ago. We’re staying in those bungalows.” You looked surprised at him “That’s not far from our hotel. We arrived here two days ago as well.” this time he looked surprised at you. “No way, really? What hotel are you staying in?” You told the name of the hotel before you got brutally interrupted by Scott.

“Hi! I’m Scott.” He told you happily, making you chuckle “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you!” you told him and Scott eyed Chris for a second and you felt flustered again. “Let’s play some volleyball!” Jeremy called out to the two of you. “Alright, let’s go” Chris told you.

You were told the teams and started playing. Chris was in the opposite team and kept eyeing you with a smirk which you returned playfully as well. Scott was in your team and kept by your side to talk to you, which was a lot of fun. “You’re really good at this!” Scott told you “Nah, I’m just very competitive.” You remarked back, making Scott laugh “In that case, this will be very interesting.”

After a while it became a tie and you all decided it was enough, so you and Scott could also talk normally. You really hit it off with Scott as well, talking about crime documentaries etc. Chris got the three of you a beer and began standing next to you. Scott noticed that and took advantage of it. “Hey, we’re going out tonight, you guys want to come along? It’s always fun to go with a bigger group!” You looked back at your friends who excitedly nodded along, making you chuckle “apparently we’ll go.”

Scott cheered and you all talked a bit more but Scott left you with Chris alone. You were both sitting down at this point while there was some music playing in the background. You started chatting with Chris and your nerves became less when you did so. You hit it off great together but like more than you’ve ever experienced and it was scary to you and you wondered if he might feel the same thing.

At this point it felt like you were the only one there until your friends abruptly disrupted the both of you. “Hey, we want to go back to the hotel so we can eat and after that get ready. We have each other’s phone number so we can find each other. You coming along?” You looked at Chris “Yeah, I’m going to go with them but we can talk later?” You asked nervously. He smiled lovingly at you. “Yeah, I would love that. Let me give you my number as well before you go though.” He told you and looked through his bag.

Your friends eyed each other with a smirk while you both handed out your information so you can keep in touch with each other. He gave you a hug before you left and you waved to the other’s and left towards the hotel. Your friend couldn’t stop talking about how sure they were that Chris liked you but you kept your mouth shut. You didn’t need any more false hope than you already gave yourself.

Your phone went off and smiled as soon as you saw that it was a text from Chris, telling you he couldn’t wait for tonight and wanted to know more about you. You hadn’t told him yet that you were a fan but he wasn’t dumb.

You texted him back that you couldn’t wait either before you all went to dinner and after that dressed up to go out. You texted Chris that you all were almost done and the girls texted Scott on where to meet and you all made your way to the location. The boys were already there and everyone hugged each other while Chris’s eyes lingered on you and the dress that hugged all of your curves perfectly. “you look… wow… you look absolutely amazing!” you felt flustered and look down for a moment, smiling. Chris couldn’t stop smiling either. “you look very handsome as well”  you told him, still flustered, which made him smile even brighter and looked down a little shy as well.

The entire walk towards the club was just you and Chris chatting which kept going once you were in the club. Everyone was dancing while you two kept chatting.

After a while, once the drinks started flowing more and you felt more buzzed, the flirting between you and Chris became a whole lot more. They eye contact, teasing with that, the smirks etc. You both couldn’t stop looking at each other and you started dancing more, feeling bold because of the booze. You got closer to Chris and started dancing against him. It wasn’t very clear to other’s but it was definitely clear to Chris.

Your ass slowly grinding against him. His big hands on your waist while his fingers dug in your skin, pulling you even closer to him. His face a little more in your neck as he placed his lips quickly onto your skin, his arms a little more around you and as soon as it began, it also ended just as quickly, leaving you wanting more. It felt like a burning desire, almost like an addiction.

You looked at Chris and he at you with an awaiting look on his face before you started talking.

“Okay can I be honest with you?” you slurred a little from the booze making Chris chuckle “of course you can sweetheart.” the nickname send butterflies flying through your stomach. “I've had a crush on you since I’ve seen Captain America. It just got more when I saw defending Jacob, which you were amazing in by the way.” Chris chuckled even more. “Have you now?” he asked you teasingly.

The alcohol definitely did not do you a favor right now and you start to feel embarrassed yet bold. “ahh I never should’ve said that….” You told him, clearly embarrassed. “no, no, I think it’s cute. So.. how’s that crush now than?” he asked boldly with a smirk. You were gob smacked and chuckled a little nervous after you got out of the shock.  “I.. eh well, obviously still very much there…” you told him uncomfortably but honest. He smiled proudly and sipped his drink. “well than it’s only fair to say that I’ve started to get a crush on you too…” he told you, eyeing you as he took another sip.

There was a major tension between the two of you and you couldn’t deny the affect he had on you as you stared at each other in silence with both a teasing smile on your lips.

You both started dancing for a long time with each other while the drinks kept flowing, which made the tension between the two of you grow even more and it was apparent that you both became unable to hide it anymore.

“hey want to get out of here and go back to my place?” Chris asked you with a smile. You weren’t that type of girl and with any other guy you definitely would’ve said no but this was The Chris Evans and you would’ve never forgive yourself if you didn’t go so you smiled at him and said “ I would love to”

He softly grabbed your hand and led you out of the club after you told your friends that you went with Chris. They just smirked and wished you a good time. With every step closer to Chris’s bungalow, you became more and more nervous.

You knew why you were there, all the signs were there but you’ve haven’t had much sex, let’s just keep it on trauma. That was also one of the many reasons why you were so nervous. Besides this wasn’t really your thing, yet here you were.

You finally arrived at his bungalow and walked into his room. It was beautiful, his bed had a view of the ocean and there was a deck over the sea where you could sit and chill. Chris kept looking at you with a seducing look, making you feel shy and nervous for what was about to come. He poured you a drank and walked dangerously towards you, making you feel small and intimidated.

He handed you the drink and you couldn’t bear to look at him right now. You felt so small and the tension was extremely tense as the air thickened around you. Chris noticed your nervousness and the reaction he had on you so he took a step back. You looked around the room and paced. “I ehhh am sorry, I’m just nervous. I don’t do this often.”

“We don’t have to this.” He told you genuinely as you were nervously pacing around and chugging your drink he made for you. You couldn’t believe yourself. Here you were with your favorite actor and the longtime crush you had on him and you were actually doubting to tap out because you were too nervous to fuck him. “No. I want to. I’m just very nervous… I don’t you know, do this a lot.”

He smiled softly at you and walked up to you, taking your chin between your fingers. “If it means anything, I don’t do this a lot as well. And I really like you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Like I said, I really like you.”

Fuck this man and his respectfulness. It made him even hotter. “You don’t take fans home with you?” You asked him, not really believing him. He chuckled “no sweetheart, you’re the only one.”

“Well of course I had one nightstand but I never was really interested into something else but with you it’s different.” You looked down, still doubting it. You felt like you’re in the movie where Emma Stone was having a one night stand with Ryan gosling but ended up not doing anything because she was so scared.

I mean it’s Chris fucking Evans but you were hurt a lot but you also didn’t want to lose this opportunity to fuck your favorite actor, making you mad that your fear of intimacy was kicking in. “Why don’t we just sit down and have a drink and just talk? I want to know more about you.” He told you with a smile as he held your hands in his.

You gave him a smile, feeling more comfortable as he treated you soft and gentle. Not even one bit mad that sex wasn’t happening right now. He led you out to the deck and you both sat down.

He started to ask you questions and the conversation began flowing and you both started laughing a lot while looking at the stars. After a while you started to get cold and he gave you his jacket and after an hour you moved to the bed just to relax.

He gave you a shirt of his that was way too big for you so you could be more comfortable than in that dress of yours. You both kept talking and he was resting his head on your lap while you went with your finger through his hair.

I like it when you do that. He told you all of a sudden. You looked down at him with a soft smile. He got up a little as you both fell into a trance from the eye contact. He softly grabbed your chin, staring into your eyes before he placed his lips on yours. His stubbles tickling your skin in a good way.

His lips felt like soft pillows against your own. Your tongue connected with his and he sat up more without breaking the kiss. It wasn’t a heated kiss but very passionate. You let your hand rest on his cheek as well. His thumb softly caressing your cheek in the kiss. This time it was you, who sat up more straight because you wanted to climb up onto his lap.

Chris noticed and placed his hands on your waist and got you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. He laid you back down on your back with Chris between your legs because you were in his lap. He broke the kiss for a minute to look at you. He smiled lovingly at you, which you returned. He nuzzled his nose against yours and got back into a much more heated kiss.

His hips automatically grinding against your body. His lips going from your lips to your sensitive spot in your neck, his big hand slowly and teasingly moving over your body. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your throat. You placed your hands around him and pulled him in closer, needing to feel him.

He got out of your neck and looked at you. “Are you sure about this?” you nodded quickly “Yeah, please don’t stop, I want to feel you.” he smiled brighter and got his shirt off and got yours off too, leaving you only into your bra and panties. He took a look at you and you saw a spark in his eyes before you pulled him back onto your lips, needing to feel more.

He pulled away from your lips again and went from your neck to your chest and stomach, moving down more. He looked up at you with blown pupils while his fingers hooked your panties. You quickly nodded and he got your  panties off. You knew you were soaked because who the hell wouldn’t.

His hand was on your stomach and he teasingly caressed your skin, moving down even more and in response you got goosebumps all over your body. His thumb found your clit and you felt electricity moving through your entire body. “You’re already this wet for me baby.” he grunted deeply before he started to lick your slit. This never felt so good and it was like you had a complete black out, keeping you in the present as there was no thought left in your brain.

His tongue flicked against your clit before he started sucking and you completely arched your back, your fingers holding his fluffy hair while you already came close to an orgasm. “I’m close, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” You beggingly whined, making Chris chuckle deeply. “I like it when you beg me.” His dark voice got on all of your senses, pushing you even closer to the edge.

He started to eat you out even more than he did before. His hands around your body, keeping you down on the mattress while he grinded his hips on the bed side. You felt excitement in the pit of your stomach and Chris held you tighter while you came into his mouth. He grunted and moaned as he licked you up, letting you shake out of the orgasm.

He got up and kissed you passionately. “You’re amazing.” He told you through the kiss, making you smile. You sat up straight and unbuckled his pants and took them off. You started to kiss him and he took your bra off without breaking lose from the kiss while you palmed him through his boxers. You couldn’t hear enough of him moaning.

He grabbed you closer, pushing your entire body close to his and you worked on his boxers, taking it off of him. His cock sprung lose and you took him in your soft hand, slowly pumping. Chris kept moaning into your neck, motivating you to keep going but you wanted to hear more, needed to hear more. For so long you’ve dreamed about this, read fanfiction about this and now it was coming true and you wanted the full experience.

You got on your knees and licked his shaft as he let out a shaky breath. He got you on eye sight again and looked at you, making you confused. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.” You smiled relieved at him and kissed him “I want to.” You told him and he groaned at that alone.

You licked his shaft again, teasing him just a little before you tried to take him completely in. He was way too big but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to try it. Chris got your hair out of the way and moaned as you worked on him. He got you off of him for a second and he laid down so he could be more comfortable.

You trialed kisses from his neck to his chest and got down on him again. Your palm working on what you couldn’t get in as you heard him moan louder and you felt yourself dripping wet. He got you off of him and laid you down on your back. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum very soon.” He told you panting and kissed you again before looking at you. “You sure about this?” he asked again, wanting to be sure. You nodded again but he shook his head. “No I need to hear you say it.” Your head was completely lost. “ Yeah, I really want this, please Chris.” You begged him as you bucked your hips up so your slit would come in contact with his rock hard cock.

He smiled smugly at you and rubbed his cock against your slit. “Oh so you really want this huh?” he asked you playfully but for you it was tortures. “Yes, please Chris. Please I want to feel you, please.” You completely begged right now and you heard him chuckle before putting the tip in you. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.” he told you and kissed your cheek which was completely flustered.

He slowly put his cock into you and you could feel him stretch you out to the brim, both moaning in unison. He laid on top of you before moving so you could adjust. “You okay sweetheart?” he asked you while placing a piece of hair out of your face. You smiled “Yeah.” You told him softly as you went with your hands through his soft locks.

He slowly started moving and it quickly turned very passionate as his hips rocked against yours. Your legs were around him, pulling him in deeper while you kissed him. He placed kisses all over your face while picking up the pace. Both panting and started to get sweaty but you were lost into each other’s eyes while he fucked you out.

You felt yourself grow close to another orgasm again and without saying a thing, his finger found your clit again and rubbed it while you chased your high. “It’s okay baby, let go for me. It’s okay.” He whispered softly into your ear and afterwards nibbled your earlobe as your walls clung around his cock while you came hard. Chris moaned as you held his cock in a death grip. “Baby, I can’t hold it any longer. You feel to good. I’m gonna cum.” He told you grunting and you quickly placed your hands on his cheek “It’s okay, you can cum in me. It’s okay.” This time you whispered as you kept eye contact with him and you saw that he was trying to hold it. You pulled him in for a kiss and he moaned through it while you felt something warm shooting into you, knowing he came.

He breathed shallow in the kiss as he came down from his high as well and when he calmed down a bit he kissed you more passionately. “You really are amazing sweetheart.” He told you still out of breath a little, placing quick kisses on your lips before letting his head rest on your chest. You went with your hands through his hair and felt completely at ease for the first time after sex.

You both looked outside and saw the sunrise coming up. “I forgot to ask you for how long are you staying here?” he asked you softly, making you chuckle “a week. What about you?” he nodded “a week as well” He smiled brightly and placed a hand on your cheek before pulling you into a sweet kiss. “That means that we have a week to do a lot of things.” He told you with a smirk, making you chuckle as well. You both grunted a little from the sudden movement while he was still in you.

He carefully got out, making you whine at the emptiness you suddenly felt. Chris looked a little worried at you. “I’m sorry.” He told you and placed a kiss on your lips again but let his hand rest on your cheek while his thumb softly rubbed your cheek. He smiled lovingly at you again and you felt the butterflies go wild in your stomach.

“Let’s get cleaned up a little.” He told you, making you agree. You both got in the shower and couldn’t stop staring into each other’s eyes. It made you feel safe but also made the connection you two had even stronger than before. You both washed each other off and got out once you were done and back into the bed. It was now around 6 in the morning and you both got very tired.

“You don’t regret it do you?” he asked you while he pulled you closer to cuddle you. “Not one bit.” You told him and turned around to face him completely. “So… a whole week huh?” he teased you, making you laugh. “I’m going to make it the best time of my life.” You told him giggling “I think I could might help with that.” He had a grin “I would love your help.” You told him back and you kissed each other before snuggling against each other.

His hand softly went over your hair while he held you tightly against him. You both looked outside at the sunrise and you felt absolutely complete and fell asleep.

~a little time skip~

You woke up, the sun warm on your skin as you heard something in the room. You opened your eyes and turned around to see Chris, without a shirt, holding a plate with breakfast, smiling at you. “Hey, sorry I woke you up but I wanted to surprise you with breakfast.” He told you as he took a seat next to you. There were pancakes, croissants and fresh fruit along with some coffee and juice. You smiled brightly at Chris, who pulled you in for a kiss.

You both chatted while eating breakfast and made some plans on what to do today. Obviously with both of your friends too and after another eventful morning full of activities, you laid down again, both panting before he looked at you mesmerized.

“What?” you chuckled as you tried to catch your breath. “Why don’t you stay with me for the week? I want to help you make the most of it and I rather enjoy waking up with you, and not because of the activities.” He told you awaiting your answer but you were honestly starstruck. “Really?” you asked him softly as you went with your hands through his hair again.

You loved the feeling of his fluffy hair through your fingers. “Yeah, I understand if you don’t want to and I don’t want to steal you from your friends but… I would like to steal you from your friends.” He chuckled the last part, making you giggle as well.  “ I would love to stay here with you” he got a brighter smile and kissed you passionately again. “Well, sounds like we should get dressed and get your stuff than.” He told you chuckling.

You groaned a little. “Let’s stay in bed for a couple more minutes.” He looked at you and laid down again, looking at you. This was perfect as you both laid in silence, looking at each other and just enjoying each other presence.

This was definitely already the best vacation of your life and you still had a whole week to go for each other to enjoy and who knows what would happen after that….

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Fandom: Marvel

Requested: Yes, by @fandomsandxfiles​ :) I started a version of this fic for Wanda and Daniel, but I finally landed on Sam! Hope you like it Tori!

Request: hi sophie!! i would love to put in a request if you still have slots open!! what about something for daniel sousa? maybe peggy and the rest of the crew trying to get them to realize that their crushes are actually requited and finally the reader and daniel figure it out 😂if you don't want to do this with daniel bc of agent carter bingo (i understand the agent carter fanfic fatigue lol) maybe it could be with sam wilson instead? or even wanda if you're comfortable with her. it's totally up to you, and i trust you completely :) 

Summary: After Sam and Y/N have spent their entire friendship silently crushing on each other, Natasha, Bucky, and Steve decide they're fed up of watching their friends obliviously dancing around each other. So, they decide to force Sam and Y/N to confront their feelings for each other. Whatever it takes.

Word Count: 2,111

Category: Fluff

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"Natasha. You are making me nervous."

The Black Widow shot me a small smirk over her shoulder and it did not make me feel better.

"What's the matter, Y/N? Don't you trust me?"

"Nat, you know I hate it when you use the Widow voice on me-"

She stopped walking, the act immediately dropping as she turned to me with a roll of her eyes.

"Relax, Y/N. What do you think, I'm leading you into a death trap?"

"Well, I don't know, Nat. The last time I followed you somewhere when you had that look on your face, I ended up almost dying in the process of stealing a power boat with you."

She grinned. "Oh come on. You can't tell me you didn't have fun."

I huffed. "That's not the point."

That was all the encouragement Nat needed. She looped her arm through mine and continued walking through the halls of Stark Tower, leading me who-knew-where.

I fell back on all my SHIELD training as I scanned every inch of our surroundings. Nothing seemed out of place, or dangerous or suspicious, which only made me more nervous.

Finally, we rounded a corner, and I could see Bucky and Steve chatting up ahead. They looked perfectly casual, and didn't even glance at us as Nat and I walked into the hallway, which is how I knew they were up to something.

"Hey, you two wanna stop pretending you're in this hallway by coincidence?" I called out to them as we approached. Steve and Bucky turned to me, feigning surprise to various degrees of success.

"What are you talking about, Y/N?" asked Bucky. Like Nat, he was a smooth liar, but I'd been around this group long enough to know when they were up to something.

"I'm talking about why Nat brought me here under suspicious circumstances, just to find the two of you lurking around in this hallway. Speaking of which, where's Sam? Isn't he usually part of these schemes?"

"Actually, you're right," said Steve, shifting off the wall as Nat and I finally came to a stop near them. I remained alert, waiting for the other shoe to drop (probably in the form of Sam sneaking up on me) as Steve continued. "Sam is a part of this. A big part of this."

"Okay...? And?"

"And we've all decided it's time for an intervention," said Bucky. I turned to give him a curious scowl, and in that split second of distraction, Steve and Nat took their chance.

Nat yanked open the closet door next to me, and Steve shoved me as hard as he could with his super strength, straight through the open door. If he weren't a supersoldier, I would've been able to catch myself on the door jamb. Unfortunately for me, the force of Steve's push gave me a little too much momentum.

"Hey!" I yelled as I crashed into something in the closet. I whirled around, but only in time to see the door slam. I tried the doorknob, but it didn't work. "I'm going to kill the three of you as soon as I get out of here, you fu-"

"Don't bother."

I jumped so high I almost hit my head on the closet ceiling at the sound of Sam's voice behind me. I whirled to him standing there, looking the calm kind of pissed instead of the raging anger that I felt now.

"Sam! What the hell are you doing in here?"

"Those three idiots threw me in here. I'd barely gotten a few sips into my morning coffee before they literally tied me up and chucked me in here. I would've been yelling about the trap to you, but I just got the damn gag out of my mouth."

I shook my head as I stared at the ceiling, absolutely exasperated.

"Our friends are psychopaths."

"No shit."

I huffed, then met Sam's eyes again.

"So? Any idea what this is about?" I asked.

"None. And I've had plenty of time to think about it."

I huffed and slumped back against the closet door. Sam and I stood in silence for a few minutes, both of us too tired to be as proactive as we'd normally be.

"Should we try to break down the door?" I finally asked. Sam just sighed.

"We could. Or, we could take the few minutes of peace being stuck in here gets us. I saw Stark working on some crazy thing in the lab when I passed it, and I don't want to be in range to deal with that."

I smiled, unable to stop the warm feeling in my chest. I'd had a thing for Sam since the day we'd met, and being stuck in close quarters with him and his smile certainly wasn't helping calm that crush.

"Honestly? That's a great idea," I said. "Besides, us not losing our minds trying to get out of here is probably the first step in getting some revenge against Nat, Steve, and Bucky."

"But just the first step, right?"

"Of course."

We shared a smile, then I moved to lean against the wall next to Sam instead of the door. I crossed my arms, trying not to flip out at our close proximity. He was my friend and teammate, this was fine.

"So... what are we going to do while we wait?" I asked.

"Plot revenge?" suggested Sam. I hummed my agreement.

"Always a good plan. Any ideas for us to start with? We've already had to burn through a lot of my go-to's."

"Yeah, that prank war exhausted a lot of my ideas too," said Sam, crossing his arms and mirroring my stance. I shot him a sly smile.

"It was worth it, though. I'll never forget the looks on everyone's faces when they realized we'd betrayed them to form our own team."

Sam snorted a laugh. "Yeah, it was pretty good. Definitely worth nobody training with us for a month."

"Yeah."

I stared straight ahead, worried Sam would be able to read something in my face that gave away my feelings if I looked at him. Everyone had boycotted training with me and Sam after we backstabbed them, and it had honestly been one of my favorite months as an Avenger. I loved the rest of the team, but getting to spend so much one-on-one time with Sam had been awesome.

A deep sigh from Sam tugged me out of my thoughts. He slid down the wall until he was sitting, resting his arms on his knees.

"If we're gonna be in here for who knows how long, we might as well get comfortable, right?"

"Right."

I slid down the wall and sat next to him, trying to keep my heart from racing at the close proximity. For some reason, this felt different than being close to him in training.

Maybe because we weren't actively trying to kick each other's asses.

Sam sighed. "So... we could hide one of Stark's electromagnets in a hallway somewhere to mess with Bucky. Move it around, turn it on when he least expects it."

I hummed. "I like that. We could hide it in this closet to start."

"That's a great idea," said Sam, turning to me with a big grin. "Very poetic."

"Thanks, that's what I was going for."

Sam and I laughed a little, leaning into each other. My heart hammered in my chest.

"Ooo! What if we got Jarvis to play 'Star Spangled Man' every time Steve walks into a room?" I suggested, the idea springing to mind. "We haven't done that one in a while."

"I like it. So... that just leaves Nat."

Sam and I sat in silence, trying to come up with a plan that wouldn't bring the wrath of the Black Widow down on us. The silence stretched on as every possible idea struck out.

"Maybe we give Nat a pass on this one?" I finally suggested.

"I can get on board with that."

We both paused, then burst out laughing. Any time something like this came up, Nat almost always got away clean. She was just too scary to go after.

The only time she'd lost was in the most recent Avengers prank war, against me and Sam.

"Alright, well, that's the revenge sorted. What do you want to do now?"

Sam turned to me, and I met his eyes. We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity (in a good way), until Sam cleared his throat and looked away.

"Uh... we could play Twenty Questions or something?"

"Sure, that sounds good."

****************

Sam and I passed almost an hour playing Twenty Questions, and then just talking when we got bored of that. We were locked in a closet and sitting on the floor, but being with Sam made me forget that.

"Alright... say we retired, today. What's the first thing you go do?"

I sighed, trying to think. "Did everyone else retire too, or is it just me?"

"Everyone. We passed it on to the kids. Parker and his generation are taking over, God help us all."

I laughed. "Uh... then I don't know. I've always wanted to travel a more, especially outside the context of the hero business, so I'd probably do that. Go see the world, since I haven't really gotten to. What about you?"

"I'd go back to Louisiana. Drive my sister crazy, spend time with my nephews... all that good stuff."

"That sounds nice." I smiled. "I've never been to Louisiana."

"What? Man, you really haven't traveled."

"Just because I've never been to Louisiana? It's one state, Sam." Sam just looked at me, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows. I stared right back, but as the seconds stretched, I eventually gave in with a sigh. "FINE, I've barely been out of the Northeast. Which is why I said I wanted to travel."

Sam smiled and laughed, and it made me feel warm and fuzzy just seeing that expression on his face.

"Well, you should really come down sometime. It's a great place to be."

"Yeah, it sounds like it. I'd love to visit Louisiana." I paused, just long enough to force myself to take the leap. We'd been in this damn closet more than an hour, and I was just stir crazy enough to add, "with you."

Sam's head snapped up, his eyes locking on me. His eyes scanned my face, and I smiled back at him despite the nerves racing through me. After a second, a grin spread slowly across his face.

"You want to see Louisiana with me?"

"I mean, who else would I go with? Besides, I've heard so much about your sister and nephews, meeting them would be at least half the draw."

Sam laughed, his smile growing wider as a light filled his expression.

"You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that."

"Really?" I tried to ignore the fluttering in my chest. I failed.

"Yeah, really. Listen, I don't want to make things weird between us, but... I've been wanting to ask you out almost since the day I met you."

My heart almost leapt straight out of my chest.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Sam, I feel the same way. I've had a thing for you since I met you. You're so kind and funny and wonderful and-"

"Alright, alright, that's enough," Sam laughed, holding up his hands in surrender. "You're gonna give me a big head."

I smiled, my cheeks absolutely burning as Sam leaned back and put an arm around my shoulders.

"I can't wait to take you to Louisiana. My sister's gonna love you."

I hummed and leaned into Sam, a warmth spreading in my chest. We stayed like that for a few minutes in comfortable silence, until a thought occurred to me.

"You know... this probably wouldn't have happened if those idiots we call friends hadn't locked us in here."

Sam snorted. "I have a feeling that's why they did this to us in the first place."

"Stupid and annoying, but effective."

Sam hummed his agreement, and after a few seconds, I spoke up again.

"We're still going all-out prank war against them though, right?"

"Oh, absolutely. They may have had a good goal and it might have done us a favor, but they still shoved us and locked us in a closet. They've gotta pay for that."

I grinned at Sam and found his expression mirroring my own. Steve, Bucky, and Nat had no IDEA the force of chaos they'd just unleashed by getting Sam and I together.

"So, what do you say we finally find a way to bust out of here and start getting some revenge?" asked Sam. I smiled at him.

"Let's show them what crazy really looks like."

[i-cant-sing]

Promise: Yandere Godfather Hawks x Todoroki reader

This is a side story takes place in the YRHR series, after part 1, when the reader returns home, blind.

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"Y/n... Come on, wake up. Its 9 already." You heard him say, feeling the bed dip as he sat on it, gently touching the back of your shoulder. "Aren't you hungry? Mom's making your favourite."

When you gave no response, Shotou pulled the covers away from your face, his brows furrowing at the bandages around your eyes that had loosened up. You had did that, clawing at the meticulously tight knot Natsuo had done; you didn't like how it settled on your eyes.

"You're awake, right?" The only answer he got was you turning your cheek further away from him when he tried to caress it. Shotou didn't like your silence and he missed it when you used to ramble about almost anything to him. He missed when you were happy.

The door bell rang.

Shotou looked at his watch confused. Wasn't Natsuo supposed to come around at 11? He could hear Enji walking to the main door, and after a few seconds of silence, he heard footsteps coming towards your room. But then he heard some scuffling, and people talking- he recognised Enji's and Dabi's voices, his brother's getting louder by the second.

"I'll check who's there. Stay."

Stay? You would've rolled your eyes if, you know, you still had them.

A few more minutes passed and you could hear Dabi arguing with someone, and you think that Shotou is trying to calm him down. Deciding to take advantage of the situation, you got up from the bed. For the past whole month, Shotou would come to wake you up everyday, carrying you in his arms to the bathroom, never letting you walk on your own, claiming "you'll get hurt".

Idiot.

Taking one small step at a time, you stretched your arms out trying to reach the wall. Once you felt the cold, smooth surface, you used it to guide you towards the door.

No matter what you did, or how many times you told them to back off, that you can do this on your own, they wouldn't let you. Hell, you were pretty sure that if they could, they would breathe for you too. As if trying to instil in your mind that you're helpless without them, incapable of making your own decisions.

I'll show them how fucking capable I am.

After stubbing your toe only once, you finally reached the door, your hand gripping the metal knob. You placed your ear on the door, trying to figure out who and where everyone is standing. The corridor seemed empty and you think everyone is downstairs.

Opening the door, you used another wall to guide you towards the stairs. You hoped Shotou doesn't see you; he'd throw a hissy fit at you attempting to walk down the stairs.

As you took one careful step at a time, you heard the commotion grow louder. You could hear Dabi yelling profanities at the other person, certainly not Enji because Rei or Fuyumi would've stepped in by now to stop him. You used to stop him too, but ever since what happened, you don't really care anymore.

"Why the fuck are you even here?! She doesn't fucking want to see you!"

"Dabi-!"

"And who is gonna stop me? You? I'd be happy to knock you down on your ass- its about goddamn time!"

"Hawks!"

Hawks?

Hawks.

Hawks!

You almost stumbled down the last few steps, but you needed to know- was he, was he really here?

"K-Keigo?"

You heard his wings flap before you felt him, the wind gushed at your body strongly, making you lose your balance. But muscular arms wrapped around you before you could fall, and the winged hero lifted you up and spun you around, making you burst into laughter.

Rei was the first one to cry.

You laughed.

Not a bitter, sarcastic one.

A genuinely happy laugh.

And she missed her baby's laugh so much.

Dabi's eyes widened slightly. His heart clenching up a bit as he realised how he missed that beaming look on your face. He realised how fucking naive you were, how you were his little sister that he needed to protect.

Shotou felt envy. Why- why didn't you laugh like that with him? Why didn't you laugh for him? Was he... not a good brother?

Fuyumi actually rushed out of the kitchen when she heard you, her hands coming up to her mouth to suppress the sob that was building up. Too long. It had been too long since you were happy.

Natsuo smiled. He smiled as he saw you chortle when the hero's feathers tickled your cheek. He wished you would smile more often.

Enji's breath hitched as he saw you chuckle into Hawk's shoulder. It was so natural, so lively, so radiant. He had been dying to hear that sweet sound again.

Your heart was beating fast and your stomach was doing somersaults as you felt the air rushing through your hair and cooling on to your neck, the soft feathers brushing across your skin.

He really was here.

But so were they.

And you could feel their eyes on you.

Keigo frowned when he saw you curl yourself into him, as if trying to bury yourself into his chest. When he looked around, he saw them glaring and that's when he puffed out his wings before curling them around you; shielding you.

"I'll be spending time with my goddaughter. Do not disturb us." And with that, Hawks flew you up to your room, locking the door before they could sat anything. He could hear Dabi arguing, but he trusted Enji to handle him.

He set you on your bed, chuckling as you didn't let go of his collar.

"Its okay, dove. I'm here, now- ow!" You cut him off by punching his arm.

"Where were you?!"

"In your heart- ow! Stop hitting me!" He caught your wrists.

"You said you were gonna visit me at home! Its been a whole month-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry but believe me, I really was busy!" Sighing, he continued. "The hero commission sent me to Europe for a mission and things got a bit messy, so I got caught up."

Yanking your hands out of his grip, you scowled. "Would it have killed you to call?"

"I mean I wouldn't say kill, but I probably could've lost a limb or two-" He started laughing when when you began getting up to walk to the door.

Keigo wrapped his arms around you, smiling cheekily"Y/n- I'm sorry, I'm just kidding. Come back-"

"No, let go! I don't have time for your bullshit" He continued laughing, easily picking you up and dropping you back on your bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Come on, now. Stop being mad." You heard him shuffling. "Besides, I've got something for you!"

He dropped something in your lap. You picked an item, your hands feeling around it, trying to figure out what the rectangular shaped box was.

"Whats this?"

"Oh, here. Let me help you." He lifted the lid of the box and you were immediately hit by a familiar smell.

"Chocolate?"

He hummed in confirmation"Your favourite ones too! They were always sold out! Luckily, I was able to use my charm on the owner."

"Charm? Oh, you mean where you pull that ugly smirk and do that half lidded look with your eyes, and you think that you look hot but you actually just look creepy?"

"Yeah- hey!"

And then the next 3 hours were spent like that, Hawks telling you about Europe and the bad guys he caught, you telling him about the way your family had been treating you.

"They don't let me do anything, they don't give me any privacy! Its like- its like they want me to be a doll!" You gave an exasperated sigh. "They- they act like they are being so generous. Like it was somehow my fault that my eyes got fried!"

"Oh come on. They can't be that bad-"

"They are! So much worse than before. Look, I'm a grown up- I need my space too! You know what Shotou said when I asked him to get me a walking stick? He said I don't need one since he can carry me everywhere. Do you know how embarrassing it is to get carried to the toilet every single day? Do you?!"

"Well, no-"

"And then Fuyumi cuts up my food and spoon feeds me herself! I know I'm blind but its not like I'm gonna stuff the food up my nose or something!"

The hero snickered at that.

"And then Enji reads me these novels or the newspaper and he skips over the parts he thinks I'm too "young" or "immature" to understand! They even monitor what I listen to! Fuyumi or Shotou would be quick to change the channel if something above pg 10 comes on!" You ran a hand through your hair frustratedly. "I asked Enji to get me a Braille and the first few time he pretended like he didn't hear me, before finally saying that I don't need one!"

"Don't worry, I'll sneak in a Braille for dummies the next time I visit."

"Hey-! Wait... what do you mean "next time"?"

"Oh come on! I promise I'll come earlier next time. Maybe in like 2 weeks-"

"No."

"What-"

"No. I want to leave this place today. You promised."

"Y/n-"Keigo reached to place a hand on your shoulder but you pushed him off.

"You. Promised. You said you'll get me out of here when I leave the hospital" You inhaled deeply. "Well, guess what, Hawks? Its been a whole month."

"I know but you're not well enough-"

"I AM! If anything, staying here is harming me more!" Your tone was getting angrier. "You said- you said you would take me away from them."

"I can't do it right now. The hero commission needs me-"

"I need you! Or am I just not worth your time?"

"Please, dove- try to understand. How will I take care of you if I'm out at the agency?"He tried to pet your head but you smacked his hand away, snarling at him.

"You're a liar. A big fucking liar! Was this the plan all along? To give me hope that you'll save me, only to fucking crush it?!" The hero managed to dodge the box of chocolates you threw at him. "I don't need fucking chocolate or your stupid presents. I need to get out of this goddamn house!"

The hero began walking towards the door. "You're not thinking rationally- I'll- I'll leave." But before the hero could manage to take another step, you were leaping towards him, but since you couldn't see, you only managed to fall near his feet. When he grabbed your shoulders to help you up, you were quick to latch onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly.

"No- no! Don't go. Please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. Please, don't be mad. I swear I'll behave, just don't leave me here!" Your hold onto him was becoming painfully tight.

Keigo felt like someone was breaking his heart piece by piece as he looked at you. The way your body shook from your pitiful sobs, the way you held onto his jacket as if your life depended on it- he was forced to remember how vulnerable you looked the night he brought you back to the this house. The same night when you begged and begged him to fly you away, that you'll do anything as long as he didn't dropped you back at the Todoroki estate.

"Y/n- darling, love, listen to me. I promised you that I'll keep you save, didn't I? I promise I'll come back soon-"

"YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT SHE'S DONE TO ME! SHE BURNED MY FUCKING EYES HAWKS! I'M FUCKING BLIND! DO I NEED TO LOSE A LIMB FOR YOU TO GET ME OUT OF HERE?! DO I HAVE TO SUFFER FROM ANOTHER "ACCIDENT"?!"

Hawks knew that bitch Rei did this on purpose, he knew and it killed him that he couldn't save you from her. He wanted to tell you that he believed you, and he was preparing a place for you. But the hero knows your siblings were eavesdropping, right on the other side of the door.

He had to be careful and play the fool if he wanted to get you out of this hell hole.

"Y/n please-"

You shook your head repeatedly, pulling him closer to you as you shrieked at him. "No. NO! I wont let you go! I WON'T LET YOU LEAVE WITHOUT ME! Keigo, I'm begging you! Take me with you, please! I'll die! I'll die! I'LL FUCKING DIE, KEIGO! PLEASE!"

Your loud screams had your siblings bursting through the door, obviously using a spare key. "Y/n, whats wrong-" You jumped away when they touched your shoulder, giving Hawks chance to slip away.

You instantly reached out for him, flailing your arms around to get a hold of him again. But the hero was already out the door and your siblings quickly pulled you back into their arms, shushing you, trying to calm you down.

But you were inconsolable. Thrashing around in Shotou's arms, you kept begging for Hawks to come back. "HAWKS COME BACK! LET ME GO! HAWKS, PLEASE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE!" It pained them to see you like this, so hysterical; Shotou and Fuyumi whispered sweet nothings but you payed them no mind. Natsuo knew you were going to hyperventilate soon, but he was more worried about you bursting a vessel in your head.

Thinking fast, he quickly brought up a tranquilliser- and the moment the sharp smell of the alcohol swab hit your nose, you were wrestling harder to get out Shotou's and Fuyumi's arms.

"Y/n, please calm down-"

"FUCK YOU! LET ME GO! KEIGO! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! COME BACK- STOP! STOP TOUCHING ME! STOP!" You screamed louder than before when you felt her cold hands gripping your arm, holding it still so that your brother could administer the dose.

As the drug began taking effect, your thrashing slowed down before you finally slumped into Shotou's arms. The tranquilliser numbed the headache that was forming, and you felt Fuyumi use a tissue to wipe the snot and the spit off your face.

"I'll die... I'll die... And you won't be there. And I'll die..."

Hawks was in a trance like state as he watched Shotou tuck you under the covers. He wanted to use his sharp feathers to slice off that cold bitch's hand that brushed the hair out of your face, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your daunting screams rang through his ears; his chest felt like some was shoving a knife through it slowly as he played back the image of you trying to wring yourself free from their arms, one hand still reaching out for him. It took everything in him not to grab it and pull you away from those monsters, but he had to remind himself of the bigger picture.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the pyromaniac standing next to him until he spoke.

"This is all your fault."

Hawks looked at Dabi. His fault?

"You shouldn't have come here."

"She's my goddaughter-"

"Shut the fuck up." Dabi narrowed his eyes at the hero. "She's like this because you gave her false hope. Hope, that one day she'll get away from us. You and I both know that's not gonna happen." He sighed before continuing. "You call yourself a hero, but in reality, you're no better than us."

As Hawks turned to leave, not willing to let the villian get on his nerves, Dabi spoke again.

"Dont bother coming back. She won't forgive you. She'll never forget this betrayal."

Hurtful as they were, he knew the words he said were true.

Hawks was almost out the gates when he saw Enji sitting in the garden, looking at the koi pond. He should've left, should've flown away but there was something in Enji's eyes that had the winged hero walking towards him. He recognised the emotion as soon as he got close.

Sorrow.

Or was it guilt?

Perhaps a mixture of both.

"Endeavour, are you... alright?"

The number 1 hero looked away from the fish and blinked at him.

"Hawks? What are you still doing here?"

The blonde chuckled nervously. "I was just on my way out." He gazed at him. "Are you okay? You seem to be in deep thought."

Enji only stared at him. Taking his silence as the answer, Hawks turned to leave.

"Why did you come here today, Keigo?"

Keigo.

He suppressed the urge to shudder the way his name rolled off his tongue.

"She's my goddaughter too. Why? Do you think it was a bad decision to come?"

"No." Enji sighed. "I just- she hadn't laughed like that in a long time."

Hawks stood beside him. "She's still traumatised from the kitchen accident. Its understable-"

"No. She hadn't laughed like that for a long time, even before this happened." Enji's eyes moved towards the night sky. The stars were twinkling extra bright tonight. How he wished you could see it. "Before she lost her sight, she used to look out the window, her eyes searching sky." He gulped. "She was looking for you, Keigo. You- you made her happy, you make her laugh. I don't."

Hawks placed his hand on Enji's shoulder. "That's not true, Enji. You do make her happy. She loves you. She feels safe with you. She sees you as her protector."

"She does?"

He nodded. "Of course. If you want things to return to normal, you need to treat her normally too. Just- just talk to her. Sort out the issues and wash away whatever fears she has." Hawks wanted Enji to listen to you, to really listen to you and protect you from Rei. He could only hope that Enji understood what he meant.

Hawks was right, Enji realised. Whatever delusions you have of Rei wanting to hurt you on purpose, of being the "bad person", they can all be cleared up if he just talked to you. Ever since the incident, the family avoided talking to you about Rei or the events that had occurred that day.

If he just talked to you, things will return to normal. You'll become happy again.

"Thank you, Keigo."

Hawks only smiled in return. "I'll be leaving now."

"Okay. When will you visit again?"

"I'll be gone for longer now. The hero commission is sending me on another mission again."

"Oh. Safe travels, then."

As Hawks flew away, he began thinking about the house.

The house where he was going to take you to soon. He just needs to add a few finishing touches before he sets his plan in motion. The plan to rescue you, and eventually Enji, from those sadist that call themselves your family.

He will not let his dove get hurt again.

He'll save you this time.

He promises.

Thoughts?

Idk how this turned out, angst wasn't the plan initially. Guess I'll write godfather Hawks fluff for another day.

Anyways, now that this is done, I'll start working on RE 8 fic now.