#we had to run a lap around the school which sucked tho

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Back from practice I livedddd

[michaelmyersmalewife]

choso drabble since he finally appeared in the anime (the finale but still,,i’ll happily take crumbs)

choso x reader [nsfw]

a/n: takes place during the most recent chapters so if u wanna avoid spoilers here’s your warning (it’s mostly just fluffy smut tho)

You could tell he was nervous. From the way he didn’t know where to put his hands, his lips thinning out into a line, and his eyes refusing to look anywhere but your naked body, you knew he had never done anything like this before. You had helped him out of his clothes, though he chose to keep his shirt on, which you happily obliged.

Surprisingly enough, he had been the one to initiate it. Hidden in one of the rooms below jujutsu tech, he eased you onto his lap as he leaned back on the couch he found you on. Pressing kisses down your neck, you shifted, feeling something hard press up into the space between your legs. Choso let out a deep groan before you shushed him.

“The kids will hear.” you said.

“My brother and his friends are all asleep,” he said, fingers timidly playing at the hem of your pants. You wouldn’t have known from his tone itself, but his reddening face told you everything. “I checked.”

It didn’t take long before you bottomed out on him, though you wished you could’ve prepped yourself beforehand. It stung at first, and Choso nearly pulled himself away from you at the sight of your scrunched up face. Your heart fluttered.

“I’m okay,” you reassured him. “Keep - keep going. Please.”

Bucking up into you, it was impossible to keep quiet, muffling your whimpers against his shoulder. Running your hands under his shirt you pushed yourself up on your knees, straddling his hips. Slamming yourself down on him, you kneaded his chest, feeling his cock throb against your walls. Choso’s head reared back with a stuttering sigh.

“Do that again.” he begged.

He didn’t have to ask. In a haze, you rocked against him, faster and faster until your legs ached. You tried to temper your breaths with kisses (and you could kiss him forever, you thought), but feeling the pressure build in your core, your control slipped.

“I-” a moan forced its way through your throat. “I love you.”

The pace you had set gradually began to falter, and feeling his grip on your waist tighten your eyes fluttered open. You hadn’t meant to gasp when you saw the glistening wetness that had gathered in the corners of his eyes.

“Are you okay?” you whispered, leaning over him as you took his face in your hands.

He was more than okay, so so much more. He hadn’t felt this good in over a century, and a part of him wished it would last for the rest of his life. He wanted to tell you how good you made him feel, but his voice was barely anything more than a choked rumble in his chest.

“I..”

Swiping your thumb where the tear had begun to fall, you spoke softly. “We can stop if you want.”

“No,” he said with a surprising amount of insistence. “No, I-I’m fine, I just..”

Breathing deeply, he curled into you, burying his face in your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you. “Sorry...for ruining it.” he mumbled.

Choso was a good foot taller than you - at least - but like this, he never felt so small. You pet the back of his head, untangling the knots in his hair as gently as you could.

“You didn’t ruin anything.” you whispered, kissing the space just below his ear as you moved your hips back down on his length, eliciting the prettiest moan you ever heard slip past his lips.

“You’re doing so well, Choso. Just hang on a little longer for me, okay?” Feeling him nod, you sped up your movements. You were already nearing your peak before you stopped, and soon enough you felt your legs buckle beneath you.

“Fuck - fuck, Choso -” your voice sputtered out as you felt fluid coat his cock with warmth. He was breathing even harder now, his face pinker than you thought possible for him. There was a look on his face that made you shudder, dazed and adoring.

“You did so good,” you whispered against his mouth, capturing him in a kiss so deep you didn’t think you could pull away if you wanted to. “You’re so good.”

Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you closer to him, molding you to his body. You could tell he was close, with the way his bucking stuttered, his chest heaving. Choso’s eyes slammed shut, biting into his lip so hard a bead of blood welled up from where his teeth dug in. With one last thrust, he sucked in air through his teeth, pulling himself out just quick enough that his cum spilled across his abdomen.

His body went slack, his head sinking into the plush arm of the couch as he pulled you back down on top of him. You were definitely going to have to clean yourselves up after this, though you couldn’t bring yourself to get up. You silently wondered if the school had showers in this building. You pushed it to the back of your mind when you felt him nuzzle into your chest. Hot puffs of air warmed your skin, sticking to you like the sweat that now covered the both of you. He looked at you with the same lidded eyes he always had, the hair you had loosened falling around his face in dark brown threads.

“You love me?” he said slowly, mulling the words around in his head before the timbre of his voice could send chills down your spine.

You nodded, wheezing out a laugh. “Of course I do.” you punctuated with a kiss on the bridge of his nose.

Choso smiled against your shoulder.

[fweasleyswhore]

If you are taking requests for the kinkmas list, can I pretty please get, dry humping & humiliation kink for george 🥺 thank you! If not it’s completely fine, no worries!

Kinkmas Day 1:

Humiliation and Dry Humping

George Weasley - Get Off

a/n: I have already told you but this is so hot and it was really fun to write, thank you for this request <3 I know its a few days late but ofc right after I got excited for kinkmas I got my period and its hard to write when I cant stop crying and hurt hella bad lmao - all good now tho

pairing: george weasley x gender neutral reader (mentions reader wearing a skirt, no pronouns)

word count: 1.4k 

warnings: smut, humiliation/degradation, dry humping, p short my b

Fuck. It had been all day. An entire day of purposeful brushes, small touches, dirty words, and then, nothing. Strutting through the halls of the castle I couldn’t deny the burn that spread through my entire body. All-day, all damn day, George had been teasing me. And now I could not find him. 

The only thing stopping me from heading to my dorm and fixing the problem myself were his words. 

“Hold out for me sweetheart, tonight I want to show you the stars.” The words echoed through my head again making a shiver run down my spine. The words he whispered to me during herbology followed by a light smack on my ass fueled the fire I now felt all over. I had scoured the entire castle after dinner, starting in his dorm and then everywhere else. I even checked the library but to no avail. I decided I would try the last few places before I completely gave up. It was by no doubt after curfew by now, and I didn’t mind disobeying George if I literally couldn’t find him. 

Trudging up the stairs to the astronomy tower I played with the hem of my skirt. If I focus hard enough I could almost feel George’s hands raking up my thighs, a feeling that I craved so badly right now. 

Making it to the top of the tower I gingerly pushed open the door, a soft plush mattress sat on the floor, covered with an immense amount of blankets and the soft glow from a few floating candles surrounding the area. I felt my breath hitch as my eyes trailed to the lanky ginger boy laying on the bed. 

“What is this?” I asked softly. His head popped up at the sound. His eyes were dark but his face adorned a giddy smile that made me weak knowing I was the cause. 

“Well, I did say I wanted to show you the stars now didn’t I?” He said in a cocky voice, his head cocked on the side. 

I felt my cheeks heat up as guilt panged my stomach. “Oh Merlin, I’m an idiot aren’t I?”

“Maybe, but you’re my idiot.” He said plainly. I couldn’t help but smile at the boy, laying down slightly, propped up on his elbows, legs spread. His school sweater was nowhere in sight, and his tie laid untied around his shoulders. He looked delicious, and I needed him. 

“I wasn’t aware I belonged to you,” I said lightly, sauntering over to him I watched the way his smile fell and had to hide my own smile as I plopped down next to him on the bed. 

“After everything I did to you today you still want to be a brat?” He asked pulling himself up and looking at me like a predator would his prey. 

“I have no idea as to what you are talking about.” I lied cooly. I was thankful for the dark lighting hiding what I assume to be a dark blush coating my features. 

He sighed and pulled his tie off of his shoulders. His hands rung the fabric, tightening around it for a moment so his veins popped out ever so slightly. The sight made my desire deepen and I rubbed my thighs together, feeling my wetness begin to pool as the day’s events caught up to me. 

“What you are doing says differently sweetheart,” He didn’t look at me as he spoke, opting to continue to play with his tie. “What you are doing is telling me that you’re a misbehaving whore who needs to be put in their place.” He finally looked at me. The tie in his hands now was pulled into an intricate knot that had two loops similar to handcuffs. 

“I watched you today, I watched you rub your thighs together in potions like you wanted me to bend you over right there.” His words had my mouth dry and my pussy drenched. I had no words or cheeky comeback as he watched me with dark hungry eyes. Every word sending me closer to the edge. “I watched how after every interaction we had you grew more desperate, you may say you don’t belong to me but your body sure does, and by the end of the night your mind will too.” 

I opened my mouth to shout something back but before I could his lips met mine in a wet sloppy kiss. His hands soon found my waist and hoisted me up onto his lap, straddling him. From the new angle, our kisses grew more heated and synced. His hands trailed down my waist to my hips, he pushed me down rutting his hips into mine. I felt his clothed bulge grind straight into my core and I didn’t hold back the moan that erupted from my chest. He took that moment to stick his tongue in my mouth, I didn’t bother fighting him with my own, I continued to grind into him sucking on his tongue. He squeezed my hips and pushed up again in sync with my own rhythm I had set that felt amazing. I pulled back letting out a high-pitched whine. 

“Look at you saying you’re not mine but falling apart before I have even properly touched you. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were soaking, no one else can do this to you, you’re my whore.” I simply nodded at his words. Too caught up in the pleasure he was giving me to formulate a proper response. “Do you think I could get you off on my thigh? Do you think you could get off by humping my thigh like a worked up whore?” I buried my head in his neck, continuing to rut my hips into him as he spoke I felt my orgasm quickly approaching, and the thought of having to stop to situate myself on his thigh seemed counterproductive. 

“N-No.” I barely whispered. “Don’t need to.” His hand trailed up my side and behind my head, until he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling harsh enough to pull my head back but not enough to hurt me. I looked at him with half-lidded eyes. The devilish smile plastered on his face told me he was enjoying me falling apart on his lap. 

“Gonna cum from this?” He asked pushing his hips into mine with force. I whined, nodding as much as I could with his hand in my hair. 

“Yes, god yes,” I said hastily. The knot in my stomach was fraying at the ends, beginning to fall apart or snap any second. “Please Georgie, need to cum, need to cum now,” I begged. 

I watched as his smile fell into a more serious expression, the hand on my hip grew a tighter grip as he spoke. “Say it, slut. So eager for me, about to cum without me touching you, admit it. You’re mine.” His voice was a few octaves deeper than normal and slightly hoarse. His words pushed only further at the knot in my stomach which was moments away from unraveling. 

“I’m yours, all yours Georgie. Please let me cum, please let your whore cum for you.” I begged, rutting my hips harder. I screwed my eyes shut, willing my every fiber to wait for his permission. 

“Cum for me.” I fell apart in his lap. Panting out broken ‘thank you’s, and blinking away tears. He released my hair and my head fell forward onto his chest, I slowed down my hips and soon enough my breath followed suit. 

“Yknow, I was joking when I said that I didn’t belong to you,” I said breathlessly. I felt his chest rumble against my forehead as he laughed, one hand running up and down my back soothingly. 

“I know, I just wanted you to know you couldn’t get away with that.” He whispered in my ear. I picked my head up gingerly, looking into his lust-filled eyes. 

“Can you do something for me?” I asked quietly, trailing a hand up his chest. He hummed in response causing me to let the smile I was trying to hide slip onto my lips. “Prove to me your mine.”

“Oh, you are in for it now.” I couldn’t hold back the giggle that left my lips as he pushed me down onto my back, towering over me. 

Tonight would be a long night.

[actuallybarb]

The Aftermath ~ Part 7

Summary: y/n goes to therapy, is a confirmed hoodie stealer, and gets a pep talk from sam wilson and wanda maximoff

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, trauma, me attempting to write a therapy session 

Word Count: 3850

A/N: so many things. 1) i’ve never been to therapy (even tho i desperately need it) so i’m solely basing that off of Freaky Friday with Lindsay Lohan. 2) i live for sleepy tropes and i hella indulged. 3) sorry not sorry

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“Your projects are due next Monday. Have one partner email me who your group is working with, and no, Mr. Thompson, you can’t work with students from other periods. Class dismissed.”

“Want to work together?”

We had been going to class together for a month now, but it always seemed like Peter was surprised whenever he saw me sitting next to him. Maybe it wasn’t surprise...

“Yeah. When do you want to work on it?” I shoved my notes into my already disorderly backpack and slung it over my shoulders. It was starting to get colder in New York, but I was still wearing t-shirts and shorts (mostly because I could keep myself warm and also because I’m stubborn as hell).

“Thursday? Or do you want to start sooner than that?”

“No, I can do Thursday. Are you going to the compound this weekend?” It wasn’t more than a whisper, but I still checked who was around before asking. You can never be too careful.

“Yeah, May’s driving me up after school on Friday. Want a ride?”

I smiled. “That’d be nice.” People were slowly making their way out of the building to head home for the day, but I was heading to Manhattan.

“You going home?”

“No, I’m seeing my shrink. I’ll see you tomorrow, Peter.”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He turned right, I turned left, and I might have turned around and glanced back at him over my shoulder, just for a second.

But so did he.

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Taylor’s office had a billion plants and as many windows in it. She always had a candle burning that smelled like clean laundry, and she liked to talk first whenever we met up. That’s why I liked her so much.

“Remember my crazy neighbor’s dog?” She was watering one of her plants when I walked in. “Guess who I accidentally ran over?”

“You ran over a dog?” I left my backpack by the door and grabbed my own watering can.

“No, not the dog. I ran over my neighbor while he was chasing after the dog.”

I laughed. “Like that’s much better.”

“Running over a dog is unforgivable, Y/N. A person is understandable.” We finished watering the plants then sat down at the huge floor-to-ceiling window that took up her back wall. Another reason I liked Taylor: I actually do stuff while I’m talking with her. It’s not like I’m sitting on a couch staring at her while I talk about my feelings, we’re on equal ground. The last couple visits I’ve worked on painting New York, but I haven’t made much progress because I’m a shit painter. “That’s not the point,” Taylor would say, “it’s all about going with it. Be a shit painter. Own it.” Yeah, we get along great.

“No more panic attacks since the first day.”

“Yeah? That’s great.” Unlike me, Taylor is a phenomenal painter. Her skyline had identifiable buildings. Mine had — I think one looks more like a tree than a building. (That’s one huge tree.) “Any nightmares?”

Oh. We’re going there today. “Just on bad days.”

“How often are the bad days?”

After the Blip and before Europe, my bad days went from every day to maybe once a week. Then Europe fucked me over. Now? I don’t know. “Whenever they feel like it.”

“C’mon, Y/N, you can do better than that.”

I rolled my eyes and groaned. “It’s not like it’s a cycle, like the moon or a period or our meetings. It’s sporadic, Taylor, and fucking exhausting.”

“Why? Why are the bad days so exhausting?”

I may or may not have angrily made a bird smash against a window in my painting. “Because I’m the only one who knows. Mom guesses, most of the time, but it’s like she’s still dancing around me. Dad sees it when he’s home, but he doesn’t know what to do. And—“ I almost said ‘and Peter.’ That would’ve been awkward. “And my friends make it better, but they’ve got their own shit to deal with, and I don’t want to dump any of my problems on them. And I know you’re going to say ‘Internalizing your pain is bad, Y/N,’ but it’s the only solution I can handle right now until I muster up the courage to actually talk to my mom again. I mean, last time I needed Jess by my side, how the hell am I going to handle it without her?”

“For starters, I’m proud of you for acknowledging the way to address the problem. And secondly, you don’t have to do it by yourself. I’ve actually been wanting to have another session with your parents, and now seems like as good of a time as any. Bring them around for your next session, and we’ll talk to them, together, about how you can get through bad days with their help. Okay?”

My lips quirked up, just a smidge. “Okay.”

“Now let’s talk about King T’Challa’s new suit, you can’t pretend you don’t have an opinion on it...”

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It was a bad day.

Which sucked, because it was also Thursday, and Peter was supposed to be over in half an hour to work on our project. And I was a mess.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Mom called from the living room. Her elementary school got out twenty minutes before Midtown, so she usually beat me home. “How was school?”

“It’s a bad day,” was all I said before I closed the door to my room. I didn’t slam it (not anymore) but I didn’t know anything else. I couldn’t tell if I wanted a nap, I couldn’t tell if I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, I couldn’t tell if I wanted to fly from rooftop to rooftop until I was too exhausted to come home; I didn’t know. Which sucked, because I’m the only one who could’ve told me the answer.

The was a light knock on my door. “Can I come in?” I didn’t respond, so Mom walked in. “Mind me asking why today was bad?” I still didn’t say anything, my face buried in my pillow. She sat at the edge of my bed, near my knees. “I can usually tell, you know.” It was a hushed voice that came out of her mouth - nothing like the loud and loving woman I’ve known almost my whole life. “You do a good job of trying to cover it up, but I can tell. Your shoulders are tenser than usual, and your eyebrows are crinkled together the second you step out of your room.” She sighed and put a hand on my back - her hands are always warm and usually smell like hand sanitizer from Bath and Body Works because she refuses to use the government-issued ones at school. “You dad and I have no idea what you went through while we were gone. We have no idea what you went through in Europe. But we’re here for you now, Y/N. You carry this weight around with you, and I just — I want you to know that you have people to share it with. Maybe not the weight itself, but the pain it’s causing you.” She removed her hand and set both of them in her lap. “I don’t know how to make the bad days better, so I need you to tell me when you’re ready. I’m here for you, baby.” She leaned down and kissed my head, then stood up and started walking toward the door.

When her hand was on the knob, I finally spoke up. “Thank you.” It was barely a grumble, but she heard it.

The door closed quietly, and I finally decided what I wanted to do.

Cry. I cried. For at least twenty minutes. I cried because of my abilities, I cried because I lost Jess as a mom, I cried because I went to Europe, I cried because Quentin Beck was an asshole that fucked up my mental state for probably the rest of my life, I cried because I killed a lot of people, I cried because now I was friends with Peter but at what cost?

He showed up, eventually. I heard him knock on the front door as I blew my nose. Mom, bless her soul, kept him distracted until I came out of my room myself. It took me another twenty minutes to finally convince myself to leave my room, and at that point I was too exhausted to keep myself warm anymore, so the cold breeze blowing through New York hit me in full force. I slipped a hoodie on, grabbed my backpack, and took a deep breath before opening the door.

Peter was sitting at the counter while Mom washed the dishes from breakfast this morning. She was back to talking loud, and he was listening with a smile on his face. My door closed and his eyes immediately darted to me. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Pete. Is it okay if we’re in the living room?”

Mom glanced between the two of us and tried to hide her little smile, but at least one of us caught it. “Yeah, of course. I’ll be in the office if you need anything.”

He must’ve noticed my bloodshot eyes; he couldn’t stop staring. “Is that my hoodie?”

Shit. Is it? I glanced down at the Midtown Tech logo and remembered getting drenched at the compound after the sprinklers unexpectedly came on. Then Peter gave me his hoodie. “Shit, yeah, it is.” I pulled on the sleeves to take it off, but he shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it, I have at least two more at home.” He pulled out his laptop and it was suddenly back to business. “Any ideas how we’re going to do this?”

We bounced ideas off of each other until we came to a rough draft, but it was getting later, and bad days always get worse at night.

“Shit, is it ten already?” Peter started gathering his things and stuffing them in his bag. “I told May I’d be home by ten, I hate being late.”

I pulled out my phone and sent May a quick text; we’ve had each other’s numbers since my first weekend at the compound. We lost track of time, he’s heading home now.

I figured. See you tomorrow :)

Peter stood up and started walking toward the door, and I followed him. I had spoken maybe twenty sentences the whole time (it’s a miracle we got this far in the project) but I couldn’t convince myself to say anything else before he left. And I wanted to. But I also wanted to cave in on myself — and we both know which option was winning that battle.

“Do you need a hug?” He basically had one foot out the door, but he turned around and asked me this.

“What?”

“Your heartbeat — it’s been off all day. And it still is right now, and — Do you need a hug?”

God, he was perfect. And I was so gone.

All I needed all day was a goddamn hug, and now he’s offering one, and tears started brimming in my eyes before I could even nod yes. He was so warm, and his voice flitted around in his chest, and I would’ve felt bad about getting tears on his shirt, except I didn’t care anymore. All I cared about was how the weight on my shoulders lifted when Peter Parker’s arms were wrapped around them.

“Are you going to be okay?” he mumbled in my hair. I only nodded again. “Okay.” He slowly loosened his grip, but not before he left a quick kiss on my head. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Another nod. “See you tomorrow.”

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Peter was going crazy. Since we hadn’t found any footage that could clear Spider-Man’s name without incriminating Peter he wasn’t allowed out as his alter-ego. And he was literally climbing the walls of the compound.

I was blowing gusts of air at him, trying to knock him down from the ceiling. We had officially finished our project only twenty minutes before, so I pulled up the EDITH footage from London, trying to think of how to clear Spider-Man’s name.

And then it hit me.

“Oh my god.” I ran to the computer and started typing away furiously. “I think I figured it out.”

He came back to the ground. “Figured what out?”

“We can just use the audio file from the video. Then your face doesn’t have to be in it at all.”

I found the file and played it over the speakers.

“EDITH! Turn off the drones.”

“Should I execute all cancellation protocols?”

“Yes, execute them all.”

It was perfect. Exactly what we needed.

“Peter.” I turned to him with a huge smile on my face. “This can save Spider-Man.”

“This can save Spider-Man,” he repeated. “Shit, Y/N, you just saved Spider-Man.” He wrapped his arms around me tightly and lifted me in the air, his laugh ringing in my ear. “I can still be Spider-Man!”

I laughed along with him. He set me down after a minute, but we were still standing unbelievably close together. One minuscule step forward and my lips would be on his. His heart beat jumped, and so did mine, but he didn’t pull away. Neither of us pulled away.

His tilted his head and kissed my cheek (which I still freaked out over) and then took a step back.

“We have to call Pepper and tell her.”

“Yeah, yeah.” FRIDAY started the call and Pepper was over the moon.

“We’ll get a press conference set up for tomorrow, and I’ll work on a statement. Peter,” this was the sternest I had ever heard her - even more serious than when she was talking to Morgan, “I know this is all good news, but you have to wait to be Spider-Man still. All of this press has to die down first before you can go out in the open again, okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Potts.”

“Okay. I’ll see you two bright and early tomorrow.”

She hung up and Peter hugged me again. This one was way more subdued than the last one. “Thank you, Y/N,” he mumbled into my neck.

“You’re welcome, Pete.”

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The press conference went well, according to Rhodey. “I think most of them were relieved to know Spider-Man’s not actually a murderer.” Everyone was dying to have Spider-Man come out and answer questions, but Pepper insisted no questions were being taken at that time, or ever.

MJ called Peter after the press conference was released to the public, and they talked for what felt like forever. The second he got the call I went to the training room: to distract myself or actually train, well, it doesn’t matter because both were done.

A simulation droid was about to “kill” me, but red magic tore it apart at the last second.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Are you okay?”

I shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because Peter’s been talking on the phone for the same time you’ve been in here.” Wanda gave me a knowing look. You forget that she can read minds because she’s not invasive about it, but she’s always there, holding the information to either back you up or tear you down.

I sighed. “He’s talking to MJ. And I know there’s a high possibility that they’ll get back together but a part of me is hoping they won’t.”

“So you can be with him instead.” I gave a small nod. “Don’t give up yet, Y/N. I see the way he looks at you. You might have more of a chance than you think.”

“She’s right, kid.”

I jumped in surprise. “How long have you been listening?”

Sam smiled from the observation deck of the training room. “Long enough. Boys are stupid, they need all the help they can get.”

“I’ve given him plenty of help already. Literally.”

“Haha, very funny.” He rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. If it doesn’t work out with MJ, shoot your shot. I have a feeling you won’t be disappointed.” He winked before leaving, and Wanda followed suit.

I rolled my eyes before telling FRIDAY to pick another random simulation. “Make it a good one.” And, boy, did she. It was the hardest one yet, and all of my concentration was going into it. I was so focused I didn’t even notice Peter walk in until after I had won.

“Damn.”

I turned quickly to see him standing near the door, his hands in his pockets. “Hey. How’d it go?”

“It was okay. She saw the news.”

“But…”

“But it’s not happening. I-“ he looked down at the ground, “I can’t trust her. Not when she lost trust in me. And I- I think I’m interested in someone else.”

I nodded along. I tried to keep my heart as normal as possible but it was beating too hard from my adrenaline to be controllable; I’m almost positive Peter heard it jump at the news. “That’s understandable. Who’s the, uh, the someone else?” God, please be me.

Peter’s lips twitched up to a small smile. “You’ll find out eventually.” He stepped further into the room and relaxed a bit. “Want to do a round together?”

I wanted to. I really wanted to. But I was exhausted, and I think I pulled a muscle, and I could already feel bruises forming where I ungracefully fell on my side. So I just shook my head. “Some other time.”

My room had a bathroom attached to it, and that’s where I spent the next half hour, standing under the blazing hot water coming from the shower. Once I convinced myself to actually get out and change into pajamas, I grabbed my laptop and climbed into bed. I was going home tomorrow, I deserved a few hours of shuteye.

Then someone knocked on my door and ruined the whole ambiance.

“Oh, you’re - I was just - I’ll just go.”

“No, Peter, what’s up?”

He was standing there, hair damp from the shower, black t-shirt and flannel pajama pants on, looking hot as ever. “I was going to ask if you wanted to watch a movie, but you’re already in bed, so never mind.” He turned to walk away, and I almost let him because I was on-my-ass exhausted, but I didn’t. I couldn’t, not when he looked like that (soft, but also hot as fuck).

“Come on.” He turned, and I opened the door wider. “I was about to watch Gilmore Girls, but we can watch a movie if you want.” I pulled back the covers and left plenty of room for Peter to sit beside me.

“We can watch Gilmore Girls, I don’t mind.”

The second I pressed ‘play’ on the third episode was the second my eyes could barely stay open any longer. I tried so hard to watch Jess win Rory back, but sleep caught up with me and I let it win. I used Peter’s shoulder as a pillow and decided sleep was a battle I didn’t mind losing.

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I woke up to my alarm, but as quickly as my eyes opened, Peter’s arm pulled me closer to him. I was too tired to feel embarrassed or excited about the fact that Peter Parker was in my bed with an arm wrapped around me. All I wanted to was to turn off my alarm and go back to bed, but my dad was picking me and Peter up in two hours and I wanted to bully Sam into making me pancakes again.

“Let go, Peter,” I ended up mumbling, “I have to turn the alarm off.” He moved his arm off and I sat up and grabbed my phone. “I’m getting breakfast.”

It must’ve been my lucky day, because Sam and Bucky were in the kitchen. “‘Morning, sunshine. Sleep okay?” I looked at Sam with a hard glare, and he laughed. Of course he knew Peter was with me, FRIDAY knows everything.

I sat next to Bucky and thought of fluffy pancakes to ward off my burning hatred for Captain America. “Sam, how much do you love me?”

“Depends on what you’re willing to give me in exchange for the pancakes.”

Of course he already knew my move. Typical.

“I’ll delete half of the embarrassing footage of you saved in FRIDAY’s hard-drive.”

Sam looked at Bucky suddenly, extremely confused. “I thought that was done months ago.”

He just shrugged and drank his coffee. “Must not’ve gone deep enough. Good thing Y/N is here to catch it.”

Sam glanced between the two of us and sighed. “Okay, fine, I’ll make you some stupid pancakes.”

I smiled, then Bucky slipped me ten dollars under the counter and whispered, “Save me the footage.” I winked back.

“Can I have some too?” Peter, soft as hell, came into the kitchen and sat beside me. (His knee was brushing up against mine.)

“Only if you have something to offer.” Sam liked us, I know he did (that’s part of the embarrassing footage FRIDAY has saved) but he was usually a dick to us - anyone who wasn’t Bucky (and even then) - in the morning. It was always playful banter, but we knew not to step too far before eleven o’clock.

“I promise not to test out my new long-lasting webs on anything you own.”

“Deal.”

The pancakes were delicious (“hell yeah they were, I don’t mess around with pancakes”) but my dad was at the compound before we knew it, and it was time to face reality again.

“I saw the press conference,” Dad said when we sat down in the back, “and everything was very convincing. Congrats on getting to be Spider-Man again, Peter.”

He beamed. “Thanks, Mr. Y/L/N. Anything exciting happen at the hospital recently?”

They talked medical, while I sat back and listened to the engine. It covered up their hearts, but that didn’t matter, because both would’ve sent me right back to sleep. And it did.

We pulled up to Peter’s complex an hour and a half later. There were still plenty of daylight hours left, but we both left more homework to today than we would like to admit and neither of our parental figures would be pleased with that.

“See you tomorrow,” he said with a smile.

I smiled back, genuinely, (I was giving those out way more often now) and waved. “Bye.” Dad and I drove back and walked up to the apartment bumping shoulders. Our schedules didn’t line up very often because he was needed in the ER a lot of the time, but we always had a sort of silent understanding. He unlocked the door and let me in first, but when my eyes landed on the kitchen table, I stopped mid-step.

Blood. Everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, on Mom’s floral couch she claimed “added personality” to the living room. No one else was in the apartment, I could tell, but then it just raised more questions:

Who’s blood is everywhere?

Where the hell is Mom?

tags: @eridanuswave​ @vampirestrawberries​ 

[suknas]

First Line Tag Game II

Tagged by @ruluxe (who dared to say that I have fanfics that I'm "holdin out on us" -- it is true tho lol)

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening lines then tag 10 of your favorite authors.

Tagging: Everyone who wants to do this! (I'm not sure which authors are still active here ;-;)

Now we all know how inconsistent I am. But I do like starting with what's going on with the characters/where they are... Don't I? Well I decided to start with the most recent published ones, descending to the first ones published (skipping some), and finally some of my WIP/"One day I will finish" fanfics.

Quick fun fact: I didn't remember writing most of those fanfics lol

So here we go!!!! (it's gonna be a bumpy ride)

1. Into the Storm [GrimmIchi]: The lightning and thundering's brightness and strong noises were slicing the dark-blue sky of a lonely and sleepless night. A storm was coming. The heavy rain and gusts of wind were not the only thing rapidly creeping through the night. Kurosaki Ichigo could sense something else approaching along with the dark clouds and the pouring rain that now was hitting his window. [2021 (but the draft was from 2017 maybe), Bleach]

2. Ascension [AoKaga]: Light appeared in the darkness and soon darkness became insignificant before the beauty and immensity of the bright light surrounding a tall and masculine figure. He walked calmly through the uncertain route that many others once also stepped into it. He had a goal. The time to seek the one whom he had once shared many memories with, good and bad. The one person whom he had loved immensely but had never gotten to experience that feeling truly and at its fullest. The time had finally come. [2021 (again the draft was probably from 2016), Kuroko no Basket]

3. The One Where Prompto Does Not Want To Be In The Middle [Gladios x Prompto x Noctis x Ignis]: Sleeping in the camping tent was always a challenge in Prompto’s opinion. It is not as if he does not like camping, it was pretty nice being able to sit under the stars and gaze them, it was relaxing. Sometimes Noctis would sit behind him, embracing him in a warm hug. They would spend a long time chatting and exchanging affectionate touches until both of them felt like sleeping. Other times Gladio would join him, and the shield would let the blond lay his head on his lap. More often than not Prompto ended up sleeping while feeling his hair being played by dexterous and caring fingers. And whenever Ignis had time to spare, he would also join him after cleaning the mess they did during dinner. [2020 (again the draft was maybe from 2017), Final Fantasy XV]

4. The Owl Who Got Caught [KuroTsuki + Bokuto]: The third day of the training camp was finally over. Soon, everybody was running to the school cafeteria to grab something to eat. In the meantime, while nobody was looking, Kuroo took the opportunity to take Tsukishima’s hand, guiding him to the room that the Nekoma team was sharing; closing the door right after they entered. Nekoma and Karasuno’s middle blockers became closer ever since their first practice game, now they were spending more time together, and their relationship had an unexpected development. [2020 (draft probably from 2017), Haikyuu]

5. A Boyfriend Text [KuroTsuki]: Laying in his bed with a smile on the lips Kuroo was texting his sweet strawberry shortcake boyfriend. Eyes rapt, staring at the bright screen in the dark room; he was feeling anxious if his stupid smile and trembling fingers were any indicator.

TETSUROU: Wanna come over this weekend?

It had been some weeks since they had the opportunity to meet; school and volleyball practice were mostly the reason for their inevitable long separation. Week after week something "magically" came up in their agendas, but Kuroo was hopeful, however, that maybe this time their schedules would finally allow them to meet. [2020, Haikyuu]

6. Domestic Bliss [KiriBaku]: Sitting comfortably on the couch, Kirishima and Bakugou were finally spending some time together after a rough week. It was one of those rare days where both could enjoy a peaceful and uneventful afternoon. To say that both men were lazily on the couch doing absolutely nothing productive was not very accurate. Bakugou was doing something with his spear time, he was reading a book. By his focused attention on the pages, anyone could tell that he was enjoying his reading and only someone stupid would dare to bother him. [2017, Boku no Hero Academia]

7. Getting Together [KiriBaku]: “Let’s grab something to eat!” The blonde shouted after stretching his arms above his head. Bakugou’s red eyes fixed on the figure of Kirishima, who was sitting comfortably in bed with his back against the headboard.The redhead’s own red eyes snapped at the figure on the chair, eyeing him from head to toe; he spaced out in no second. Kirishima wanted to touch those damn nice muscled arms, which were slowly lowered down while his hands were placed on his toned thighs. Kirishima couldn’t help himself and started to imagine Bakugou’s whole body underneath him wrapping his body with those strong legs and arms. [2017, Boku no Hero Academia]

8. AoKaga short stories collection [AoKaga]: The atmosphere of the place was hot and heavy. However, because of that, the two teens lying down on the bed were more connected than ever. Their bare bodies were united white skin with dark skin. Their breaths were out of rhythm and their hands slid skillfully on each other’s bodies. The movements were synchronized and intense. The pleasurable moans and whispers echoed in the dark room, making the place even more delightful for both of them. [2017 - Short Story #4, Kuroko no Basket]

9. It's Picture Time! [Pomptis]: In the Regalia, Prompto and Ignis were heading to the nearest outpost from their camping spot to get some supplies for the night. The sun on the horizon was almost hiding behind the tree path by Prompto’s right side, the scenery formed by dim light and shadowy dark spots caught Prompto’s eyes.“Wow! Look at the light, it’s amazing!” the blond shouted, “Can’t we stop just for a bit?” Prompto was thrilled by the idea of adding more photos to his portfolio. [2017, Final Fantasy XV]

10. That Side of You [MiSawa]: Miyuki was laying in the bed on his back, eyes glassy, hands shaking and skin hot. The body above his was driving him to a place where it was absolute bliss and pleasure. Hips moved together, swinging with movements that were making Miyuki moans the pitcher’s name in a short and breathless tone.“Sa-wamura– Aah! Do that again,” his voice low and hoarse made the order sound weak, and his usual snarky tone was lost a long time ago in some part of his foggy mind. [2016, Diamond no Ace]

11. Runaround [Sterek]: Everything was set neatly on the kitchen table. Stiles was going to be there soon, so Derek had already prepared every single book and even snacks that they may need for their studying.It wasn't new that both of them were hanging out for studying matters. Actually, Derek had come up with the idea first, mainly because he was having some issues involving fast heartbeats and some inconvenient hard-ons whenever Stiles was around. He had a ridiculous crush on his friend. However, the smart geek boy didn't have to know about that. [2016, Teen Wolf]

12. Eavesdropping [MiSawa]: Sawamura’s suspicions must be right for his sake. Otherwise, Miyuki would make sure his so careless kouhai would pay a high price for being so noisy about Kuramochi and Ryou-senpai making out when no one was seeing. The closed and almost claustrophobic locker didn’t have enough space to move around, but he and Sawamura managed to fit in somehow. So what? They were eavesdropping, and he still couldn’t say that he was regretting this. [2016, Diamond no Ace]

13. Sterek Short Stories Collection [Sterek]: Stiles had broken up with his last boyfriend a couple of months ago. Or it was what he usually says to Scott when his best friend asks him why he isn’t over his past relationship. Because according to Scott, it’s been a year and a half since Stiles had parted ways with, at the time, his other half. And right now it was one of those times.“You should move on. I haven't seen you with no one since then. What about Danny? Last night I saw him flirting with you, and when I looked again you were nowhere to be found, but Danny was still there drinking alone. And let not forget your grumpy humor because your sex life sucks. It's getting old bro.” [2015 - Short Story #3, Teen Wolf]

14. Urge [AoKaga]: The small public bathroom stall in that bar hadn't been made for sure to accommodate two giants, dumbasses, and impulsive basketball players. Nevertheless, this fact wasn’t that important for the Too player neither to the Seirin player. Kagami was already pressing his body against Aomine’s, who was stuck between the wall and Kagami while his mouth was being devoured by the other’s tongue. Both were fighting into that kiss as if there was no tomorrow. Their hands were traveling quickly by each other’s body, and quickly they were undoing their pants’ zippers and buttons. Their shirts were all messy, as well as their hair. Their breaths were heavy, and the kisses now were directed to their necks, sucking and biting the skin exposed. Soft moans could be heard, but not loud enough to echo in the bathroom. [2013, Kuroko no Basket]

15. After Dancing Lessons [AoKaga]: The music was set up, and his hips started to move, his steps were guiding him to where a dark skinned guy was sat on a chair. The dancer's eyes were fixed in front of him. The watcher's eyes sparkled with excitement when the other sat on his lap, one leg on each side of his body, and kissed his cheeks along to his lips and chin, returning the same way till his ear, biting there slightly. The dancer felt the other hands trying to take his clothes off and immediately stood up, preventing to have those hands on his body so easily. [2013, Kuroko no Basket]

16. Sleep Well [ZoSan]: The night was agitated on board of the Sunny and lots of dirty dishes were pilled up on a corner of the sink. Sanji didn't have this time someone to help him to clean everything up. 'Those lazy bastards!' He frowned, 'all right! Let’s put all these things in their right place!' And with that thought, Sanji started the tiring process of doing all the dishes. On the bright side, if he was the one doing it everything would be spot on in no time. [2013, One Piece]

17. Possessive Lover [KidLaw / LawLu]: The bell indicating the change of periods rang and the students gradually began to leave one room to proceed to another. In the middle of changing classrooms, some students went to a quick trip to the bathroom, which was where that a spiky redhead boy was heading to. He had a dangerous gaze gleaming in his golden eyes; he had quite a threatening presence, and his looks did not lie about his fiery and explosive personality. Any sane person would prefer to avoid crossing paths with him or to even look the boy in the eyes. [2012, One Piece]

18. English Lesson [WIP, AoKaga]: The room was a mess. There were a lot of magazines, books, sheets, some snacks, three soda bottles, two hoodies and two pairs of sneakers all thrown on the floor. Sitting side by side, in front of the center table with notebooks and pens in hands were Kagami and Aomine. They had that idea of starting to study at each other’s places every Thursday night after their club activities. It was not like they liked to take a book, read it and think about the subject, the matter here was way bigger than just casual study. Their grades were in the red mark, which meant that they needed to rise them at least not to get scolded and taken off the basketball team. This time around Kagami was helping Aomine with his English study. The redhead was doing his best to try to explain, but he wasn’t that good at teaching those so detailed grammatical things… [unknown year - present, Kuroko no Basket]

19. High heels [WIP, KuroTsuki]: Tsukishima walked all proud on a black suit, white button-up shirt, grey tie and black stilettos in the room. Kuroo was watching his slow movements with a fierce look from the bed, where he was sat with his hands tied to the headboard by a soft cloth. Tsukishima stopped at the bed foot, looking straight at Kuroo. Ever so slowly, Tsukishima’s hands loosened the tie around his neck, the button-up shirt was having his buttons calmly undone, soon the shirt was wide open reviling Tsukishima's snow-white skin for Kuroo’s delight. [unknown year - present, Haikyuu]

20. Christmas thing / The untitled fanfic [WIP, AoKaga]: It was Christmas the snow was falling outside, many sparkle lights, so many decorations everywhere, people receiving and giving presents, eating together and singing songs. A day to celebrate and stay with family and friends. A day full of joy and happiness.At Kagami's house every single tradition was made. Kagami invited the Seirin basketball team to celebrate, but it ended up with some unexpected guests, the self-invited guests were some of Touou basketball team. And of course, Aomine Daiki was there. The redhead didn't even want to know how Aomine had found out about his little party. He'd bet that Kuroko had told something to Momoi and she kindly invited Aomine and the rest of the troupe. [unknown year - present, Kuroko no Basket]

[angrylizardjacket]

heard your name in every love song {Ben Hardy} 1

1. when he was looking out for me (i would pretend he was my summer fling)

Summary: When you’re twelve and you have a crush on your babysitter, your parents think it’s puppy love, think it’s cute, and you’ll forget about it soon enough.

A/N: 2266 words. Female!Reader. okay so the sprained ankle in Space Jump is a direct reference to something that happened in my theater class, that being a dude snapped his fucking femur playing Fruit Salad. RIP adam’s femur for the following few months. he’s fine now, that was like 8 years ago. whatever. are all these theater games i mention real? i’ll never tell. here’s part 1. DISCLAIMER: NO CREEPY SHIT I SWEAR TO GOD I WOULDN’T DO THAT; THERE’S A LITTLE BIT OF PINING FROM Y/N BUT THAT’S IT. there’s a few assumptions made abt Y/N’s life; only child, parents (plural, idk how many, doesn’t matter), plays Crash Bandicoot and Mario Kart, takes theater classes outside of school.

the mutant brotherhood: @daisy-lu​ @hervoidparadise​ @nedmjpeter​ @ultrunning​ @d-r-e-a-m-catchme​ @clementimee​ @that-fandom-sucks-tho​ @cjand10​ @rest-is-detail​ @baileymae​ @rosesvioletshardy​ @onceuponadetectivedemigod​ @hazelstyles94​ @bitchylittleredhead​ @bihemian-rhapsody​ @sweatyexpertgardenpanda​ @whereeverythingisbetter​ @dedxbed​ @xxencagedxx​ @glittrixvibe​ @a-girl-with-stress​ @sunflower-ben​ @pxroxide-prinxcesss​ @mrsmazzello​ @cubedtriangle​ @haileymorelikestupid​ @misscharlottelee @nevilles-insinuations @jovialcreatorkidtoad @brianmaysclog @sambuckywarrior @hey-yo-bedussey @bubblyanis @lifesciencesbois @elektraofcrete @diosanaz @bbdoyouloveme @kirstansworld @okilover02 @cardboardbenmazzello @dreashappyworld @juliarose21 @simonedk @greycuby @emmasunshiine @dinotje @qtrogerina @spiketacus @nympha-door-a @local-troubled-writer @emphatic-af @wh0a-thisisheavy @lustgardn @banginashton 

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When you’re twelve, and almost at the end of your first year of high school, you get into a fight with your parents as to whether or not you still need a babysitter. Much to your chagrin, however, they don’t see twelve as ‘practically sixteen, which is practically an adult’ and you sulk for the full three days leading up to the night they were going out. The night of, you’re fully intending on staying in your room, until there’s a knock at the door, and you hear a voice that is absolutely not your usual babysitter.

“Be good,” your parents call to you as they’re leaving, having noticed where you’d cracked the door to your room to see who it was. You make a face at them, but you’re surprised to see a kid from Sixth Form on crutches, who is absolutely not Madeline, standing in the hallway awkwardly. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen him around school, maybe he’s on the soccer team? You’re not sure. 

“You’re not Maddy,” you tell him, opening the door a little wider, and he seems surprised for a moment to see you there. A kind, awkward smile appears on his face as he regards you with gentle amusement.

“Well spotted, I’m Ben, Maddy’s got the flu,” he explained easily, and offered his hand, “you’re Y/N, right?” And he’s trying so hard, but you’re still kind of mad at your parents for insisting on a babysitter in the first place.

“Who else would I be?” You asked flatly, which surprised a laugh from Ben, but you shook his hand anyways; you had to give him props for trying, “why are you using crutches?” You asked outright, since you’re pretty sure he wasn’t using crutches last time you saw him at school. You turned, heading for the living room, deciding to at least give him a chance.

“Sprained my ankle in class the other week,” he explained, hobbling along behind you.

“Sport or just P.E?” You asked, throwing yourself onto the sofa and picking up the TV remote. Ben was quiet for a long moment, and when you look at where he’s sitting gingerly on the edge of the sofa, he’s making a face like he doesn’t quite want to admit the truth.

“Theater sports,” he explained, which piqued your interest, which, of course, you try not to let show on your face, because if your babysitter knows you already think he’s cool, you might die of embarrassment. But also, you suddenly feel incredibly validated for taking those theater classes every Thursday afternoon.

“They’re -” he tries to explain, but you give another eye roll.

“I know what theater sports are,” you tell him, and his smile turns amused. 

“You do?” He asks, and you think he might be a little bit impressed, or perhaps it was just wishful thinking, either way, you nod firmly, “well I was in the middle of Space Jump - you know Space Jump, right? Where you start an activity and then someone else calls ‘Space Jump’ and you have to freeze and they have to make a new scene from your freeze, and then someone else comes in -” he explained, mostly to save you the embarrassment of admitting you didn’t know the game, “well I was up on one leg on a chair, climbing the rigging of a ship, you know how pirates do, and I froze, and -” he gestured how he’d fallen off the chair, with accompanying sound effects.

“Couldn’t you have just put your other foot down and balanced yourself?” You offered, and he shook his head, expression adamant.

“It’s all about the commitment to the bit; I was trying to entertain them, and the best way I can do that is to put myself out there one-hundred percent,” he told you sincerely, “you’ve always gotta follow through.”

“You sprained your ankle,” you pointed out, “isn’t that dangerous advice?” He deflates a little, looking down at his leg.

“Follow through but use your common sense, you’ve got common sense, don’t you?” He asked, giving a wry smile, two which you nodded diligently, “don’t get yourself hurt, then,” he suggests, before changing the subject quickly, “you hungry yet? Your parents said we could order pizza.” You’re easily excited by the thought of pizza, a rare treat your parents allowed you whenever you were babysat. 

It’s a pretty uneventful night, all things considered, you order pizza, and he lets you win at Crash Team Racing, and you’re falling asleep to a comedy movie until Ben gently suggests that you go to bed. You’re too tired to argue and try and weasel your way into staying up later, so you yawn loudly and wish him a good night before shuffling off to bed. The house is quiet, apart from where he’s watching a Top Gear rerun and waiting for your parents to get home.

You don’t think about it much beyond telling your parents ‘yeah, he’s pretty cool’ when they ask. You don’t think about him much beyond that, at least not for almost a full week, until you’re sitting in your geography class just before lunch, having managed to snag a seat by the window looking out onto the back field, and there’s a PE class doing laps on the field. All are running, except the teacher, and a boy with blonde hair, standing with all his weight on one foot, and a pair of crutches tossed to the side, looking like he’s arguing the teacher.

“I heard when you’re in sixth form you get to push in the front of the line at the canteen,” you hear your friend, Merissa, next to you muse, and when you turn, she’s followed your gaze outside to the field. After a moment, you turn again, and watch the blonde attempt to put weight on his obviously injured foot; it looks like he regrets it, and he sits on the grass, sulking. 

“That’s probably Ben,” Merissa tells you matter-of-factly, “he’s on the football team with my brother.” And something about the kind of unwarranted pride in her voice at being in the know makes your face scrunch up. Part of you wants to tell her that you know who Ben is, obviously, but another part of you doesn’t want to admit to still needing a babysitter; it feels childish. So you keep your mouth shut and turn to back to the board.

And the following week, in your weekly theater class, you’re about to take your turn at Bus Stop, wherein your goal is to make the other person on the ‘bus stop’ as uncomfortable as possible until they finally leave, which is when you’ll assume the roll of the innocent bystander, and someone else from the class will come up and try and make you uncomfortable. It’s a lesson on improvisation disguised as a game. 

The voice you’ve been practicing slightly pinches your vocal cords, and you’ve barely got a moment to assume a matching physicality, and you worry for a second that it’s not funny, that you’ll just look like an idiot -

Put yourself out there one hundred percent.

You steel yourself, making strange shapes with your hands as you twist yourself into as much of a creature as possible, within reason, using the strange voice you’d concocted, feeling a thrill as your entrance gets the biggest laugh of the class. Oh.

A few months later, in the Summer after your first year of high school, you’re finally thirteen, and are allowed to have the house to yourself for the day, but if you’re parents are anticipating staying out later than midnight, you need -

“Please,” you begged, “just don’t say babysitter, I’m not a baby.”

“Fine,” they acquiesce, “you need supervision, just if we’re out very late.” 

Despite your indignation at the situation, Maddy’s got a cello concert, and you’re hoping that that means -

Ben greets you like a friend, wearing a denim jacket with no crutches, and he might be the coolest person you know.

“You still on Crash Team Racing?” He asks with raised eyebrows as he heads into the living room, and you roll your eyes.

“That’s so old school,” you scoff, and he raises his hands in surrender, trying not to look as amused as he feels, watching as you pull out two Wii remotes, “Mario Kart’s much better.” And you hand him one. 

He’s not above letting you win, but it turns out, he doesn’t have to; you’re scarily good at the game, which you credit to playing pretty much nothing else for a solid month, and by the time the pizza arrives, the win ratio is about fifty-fifty, and you’ve bonded considerably over your mutual and unreasonable hatred for Waluigi, the only NPC who seems to consistently beat you both.

“Do you get to push in the front of the line at the canteen?” You asked, holding your pizza in one hand and letting it cool for a moment.

“Huh?” Ben’s burnt the roof of his mouth, and is reaching for his drink when you ask, “whaddya mean?”

“My friend Merissa says Sixth Form gets to push in the front of the line.” 

“I don’t think we’re technically allowed to,” he says after a moment of consideration, and you hear his nonverbal ‘but we still do’ anyways, “it’s not a rule rule, you know?”

“Are the A-levels hard?”

“Haven’t done ‘em yet,” he answers honestly, burping quietly after taking a drink, and you hum, and take a bite of pizza.

“I’m already scared of my GCSEs,” you admit after a moment of chewing, and Ben laughs gently.

“You’ve got nothing to be afraid of,” and he sounds like he means it, so you can’t help but believe it, soothed a little in your premature worrying. To be fair, Ben could say anything about school or life and you’d probably believe it; he was cool and older than you, but he treated you like a friend. 

You mention in passing that you’d gotten the lead for your class’s skit in the end of year showcase your theater company puts on, and mentions that it’s because you’d been committing to the bit in class, and the pride in his voice when he congratulates you is something you end up thinking about for days.

He ends up babysitting you twice more that Summer, not that you were complaining. It meant you got pizza, and to hang out with the coolest person you knew, a fact which you reiterated to your parents, much to their fond amusement, though you made them swear to never tell Ben that. He brought over Super Smash Bros and you guys would play for hours.

The only problem was that Ben was never allowed to know about the crush you had on him, because everyone in the world knew it was weird to have a crush on your babysitter, and you’re pretty sure he has a girlfriend and -

Doesn’t matter. You’re just started to discover the delightful world of crushes and relationships, and Merissa has a boyfriend on Tumblr, and you know that when you get back to school you can have a normal crush on a normal boy in your year, even if all the boys in your year look like thumbs. And Ben...

Is your babysitter. And a decent guy. And your friend, sort of. So you just hope he hasn’t noticed.

After Summer, he’s studying his A-levels, and Maddy’s got a day job so she can babysit at nights again, and it feels like everything’s gone back to normal, like you can breathe again. 

You’ve never really seen him at school; you don’t tend to hang around the back fields, but a few weeks into the first term, you’re having lunch with Merissa and Charlie, one of your other friends, in the library, when you spot him laden down with textbooks, making his way to one of the study rooms at the back. You’re not sure if he’ll even acknowledge you, even though your table is directly along the best route to the back rooms, so you just give him and smile and a nod in greeting.

“Hey, Y/N,” he grins quickly, doesn’t stop, but nods in return, and your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest. Charlie sinks her nails into your arm the moment he’s gone into the study room, and Merissa quietly screeches your name.

“Chill out,” you’re trying to keep a low profile, but both other thirteen year old girls are demanding to know what just happened, “we’re friends.” You say with a shrug that’s far too casual.

“Friends?!” Merissa demands, and you can feel yourself growing more flustered.

“We hung out a few times during summer,” you open your notebook in front of you, trying to distract yourself.

“You hung out with Ben? Y/N he’s a football guy, he’s so old, he’s like eighteen!”

“We’re friends,” you insist, “don’t be, like, creepy about it,” you snorted, and Charlie let out a pterodactyl-like noise. They drop it at your insistence, and you’re just glad they don’t ask you to elaborate. 

You don’t see Ben much after that anymore, he’s too busy with his A-levels to babysit, and when you’re fourteen, your parents agree that you don’t need a babysitter anymore. You’re more than happy to let your Summer crush fall to the wayside, and let your memories of Ben, like all good Summer memories, fade into blurry obscurity. 

You wouldn’t need to worry about seeing him again anyways, right?

Oh how wrong you were.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Undercooked Popcorn

Masterlist

You and Konner have a mini training session in the barn and get in trouble with Clark.

Warnings: fluff, Swearing,

A/n: Here is a small fluff piece I have been working on enjoy XX

Taglist: @iloveyouyen​

After the initial move to Mrs Kent's house they had given you a week to settle in before getting stuck in to your school work. Not only you but konner as well letting you both bond which you had, the both of you had become close...konner had opened up quicker than you had, already secure about his place in the family you on the other hand was less sure. You had a trouble with it you wanted to believe that you was here permanently , that this was it where you belonged but you couldnt help holdingnyour breath still waiting for something to happen. Currently you and konner was in the old barn, you'd both unconsciously decided that it was your hang out, the place you go to escape the adults and get to know one another without the eagle eyes of the others. Somewhere to get away from an overbearing Clark who seemed to take the term mother hen to a whole new level, it wasnt necessarily bad but it was hard for you to go from no one gives a shit to holy shit this guy is consistently fussing over you. You knew he was trying to be inclusive and trying to solidify your place in the family reassuring you, wanting to show you he cared. Which was good youll admit you liked the attention in a way, you'd not had this type of parental guidance for a long long time but you'd didn't realoze how suffocating it was. You also suspected that your injuries had something to do with it aswell, you couldn't exactly fault him for it.

So here you were hiding out in the barn with konner as Clark flitted about the place doing odd chores here and there .Martha had gone out to work and would be home after the lunch rush at work.  You rolled across the blanket that covered the hay pile your lime green cast glowing in the noon sun you winced as the light reflected off of it and shuffled moving it into a shadowed area. Currently you and konner were shareing details about your abilities, something the both of you had avoided and danced around until you got more comfortable with each other.

"Soo you don't make things? You just stretch'em" you nodded at him as he sat above you cross legged on one of the wooden cross beams that spanned the large space.

"Yeah pretty much..I can't touch living things tho, no plants or animals or people" you said glancing at your arm sighing it would have been nice to just fix it but no  you had to wait it out.

"That sucks..." you nodded mournfully but then tilted your head back to get a better look at him.

"So what about you? Your an ET wannabe right?" He laughed flipping you the bird"Fuck you" you giggled as he shook his head jumping down from the beam landing just before you.

"Kryptonian is the politically correct term I think....Well hybrid... I'm half Clarks and... Half human" he said dusting off a little to sit on the hay across from you. You noticed the hesitation and the way he swerved around his own comments. Deciding to leave it be you opted to ignore it, much to Konners relief.

"So can you do all the stuff he can?" Konner smiled and shrugged

"You mean dad? Yeah sort of, I can do most...We are still waiting to see if we're exactly alike but I've got the strength speed and flight....I can do the lazer thing to which is cool but I havent found a practical use for it yet...Or a way to practice that shit is hot." You hummed at him then looked out of the open barn doors to the corn field.

"Corn?" He tilted his head following your gaze confused

"What?" You smiled at him Sitting up letting your arms fall into your lap

"Pop some corn...I mean theres a field right there...." he looked at the rows of corn catiously.

"Popcorn...You want me to use my laser eyes to...Get you a snack? How is that gojng to help me?" You rolled your eyes at him grunting."Oh for fuck sake...get unpopped popcorn and I will throw them in the air and you pop'em with your melty eyes.... you know target practice...And if I happen to catch some with my mouth its a bonus!" He sat up a little it wasn't a bad idea but Clark wouldn't like it.He doesnt like him practicing without him here.

"What about dad? Won't he be pissed?" You laughed and shook your head.

"Not really not like anyone can see us out hear and Clark did say we can practice around the place" Konner's grin fell he was worried that you hadn't really...Adapted? well you had...But you wont refer to the others as Dad and Grandma. As far as he was concered you were his sister already but he just really wanted you to know it was okay...That you really did have a family now. His dad and Grandma had told him not to push but he got the feeling you wanted to...Somethjng was holding you back.

"..You do know he is technically your dad now to right... You can call him dad and you can call Grandma, Grandma they wont be mad....I think they would like that." you sighed looking down, you knew that but it just... You didn't know, was it disrespectful to your real parents? You'd only been here a week? Surely it was to early...Even if it felt right, natural. He waved a hand at you

"You dont have to...I just didn't want you not to.. you know..Incase you thought they didn't want you to thats all, don't want you to have stupid thoughts like that holding you back" you blinked at him smiling sadly

"I-I do but...I still dont think I will be here long...I'm gonna slip up, if I ever accidentally hurt Martha I'm gone"  he frowned at you

"No...If that happens; which I don't think it will, but if it does then we deal with it togethet...you wont get very far if you do run...Me and dad will bring you back home and we talk things out .Thats what family is, we stay together and help each other, your my little sister, the first person my age I don't have to worry about hurting so much. I can relax more around you because you can protect yourself if thing get to much, you think im gonna let you leave over an accident? Fuck no like Dad keeps saying your here now, your a kent and your stuck with us...I hope you see that sooner rather then later it can't be nice always being ready to run" your lip quivered eyes filling with tears as he explained this, the conviction in his voice how he spoke with absolute certainty. Unwilling to cry in front of him you simply nodded to him. Getting the message he patted your arm then disappeared for what seemed like seconds with a small bag of unpopped corn cernals.

"Show off" you sniffed moving to wipe your eyes only to hiss when you cracked yourself on the head with your cast you whined rubbing to sore spot and froze when Konner held out some tissues to you

"I grabbed them inside" you smiled at him meekly. He gave you a soft look, he hated seeing you struggle but he had said what needed to be said, said what he had needed to hear when it was him all those years ago. Quickly he changed his expression and smirked tossing you the bag of popcorn cernals you opened them swiftly still fighting a few tears back then looked around deciding on the safest area to throw them.

"So... Just to clarify if this falls down you will save me right?" he smiled nodding"Of course I will, you will be out of here before it even started falling down" you nodded then took two cernals in hand.

"so one or two?" he smiled and held up a finger. One. you threw it up and shreiked as he tried to ignite it missing ...well you only noticed he missed when you heard the little tap of it hitting the floor you both laughed seeing two tiny holes in the side of the barn. You grabbed another and threw it up he missed again, but he ws closer than before.This carried on for another few minutes with you oth getting excited as he got closer just skimming one, the heat from his vision making it partially pop.

"Oh no that one dont count you didnt hit the fuckjng thing!" He argued

"It popped tho!"  You blinked at him.

"Okay half a point ready to go again?" He fist pumped then nodded readying himslef to go agajn.Finally thirty six cernals later he got it. You both jumped up.

"FUCK YEAH WOO!" You quickly moved to the popped popcorn on the floor dusting it off then ate it, you held up your hands to him chewing slowly as if you was a food critic then shook our head.

"Yep no under cooked" you both stared then burst out into hysterics crying with laughter.

"Lets try two this time!" You nodded moving to the bag pulling two more cernals out of the bag when you turned back round you froze. Shit.

"Why are there singe holes all over this barn?" Konner jumped turning around faceing an unamused Clark, who stood frowning at the both of you with his arms crossed. You and konner shared a look then peered around the barn...There was lots of them.. Some were just peep holes others longer and had charred lines around them. In all the fun youd both forgot where you were, and the barn now looked like it had taken a spray of bullets from a firing squad.

"Well? Konner? Y/n?" You cleared your throat and smoved to stand beside Konner

"Konner was...practicing, training" Clark raised an eyebrow shifti g his weight to one foot.

"Hmm? what exactly? See how he could burn the barn down without setting it on fire?" You both winced at his tone...He really wasnt impressed.

"You know this barn is older then me? It survived me growing up playing in it, yet an afternoon with the both of you and it looks about ready  to keel over?....What were you both doing?" You moved to open your mouth but Clark stopped you holding up a hand.

"And if you try to get smart with me and say training again your going to be grounded for much longer then you already are young lady!" You flinched back. Wow. He had never spoke to you like that...Well not since you met him, he was always so laid back and fun, the type of adult you listened to because they were so chill but who knew he could switch over to no nonsense stern dad so effortlessly... You wavered uncertain how to approach him like this, it had been a while since youd cared about an adults opinion of you and you really didn't want Clark to hate you turning you looked to konner for help.

"Well...we were seeing how accurate my aim was...So y/n was throwing popcorn cernals and I was trying to pop them....I did miss a few times." Clark blinked then scanned the barn. He sighed shaking his head at his son exasperated.

"Konner... We've spoke about this I will take you to the fortress to train, but not here you could hurt yourself!" Clark stopped his scolding when he saw you take a large step infront of konner

"It was my fault I wanted to see so I came up with the idea...He was just trying to cheer me up." You stood firm shaking a little, you didn't like Clark raising his voice, he didn't shout but it was enough to make you nervous of him. He fixed you with a look making you cower from him slightly then sighed shaking his head, he didn't want you to be scared of him.

"Thank you y/n. But even if it was your idea he still knows how I feel about it I'm disappointed in both of you. Your both grounded for the rest of the week, this was very reckless and I don't want to catch either of you doing this again are we clear?" You both nodded to him solonmly resigning yourself to a few days being stuck indoors. He sighed then smiled a little to tell you the truh he was happy in a way, you'd become close and were up to mischief, which was good? You could both be a little reckless and act your age. You both had someone to let loose with. But he couldn't help worrying over the two of you. Had you got to carried away the barn could have collapsed,  yes konner would have most likely got you both out but you were already hurt, already vulnerable and fragile.  He really didn't want to risk anything. Luckily it hadn't come to that and the damage to the barm wasn't that bad... A few new boards and a new cross beam at the top, regular humans would need to dismantle the roof to sort it out but him and konner could have it done in an afternoon, he would also have you help as he had no doubt that you'd encouraged your brother. He smiled chuckling catching the two teens by surprise.

"Popcorn...I mean it was obvious right?..Wish I'd thought of that one...Any way lets start sorting this out befor Ma gets home shouldn't take to long not like the time I-" he caught him slef noticing the looks he was getting.

"What did you do to the barn?" You asked breaking the silence as konner waited both eager to hear what Clark had gotten up to when he was little. He cleared his throat

"Never you mind, now come on get to it, start picking up all that corn the we can see about plugging some of those holes" you shared a look with konner moving slowly collecting the corn as Clark moved to the back of the barn inspecting the damage.

"What do you think he did?" Konner shrugged

"Not sure apparently according to Grandma he was a little goody two shoes so... it couldn't have been that bad"

"Im gonna ask her when she gets back" konner froze and shook his head.

"No dont! Do not do that! We don't wana be in trouble with Grandma ever, dads a piece of piss to deal with but Grandma? She is a different beast altogether...To clever with punishments I mean she perfected her methods on him... She knows what shes doing" you blinked at him.

"We? You mean you I wont get in to much trouble...I mean evidence points to you, your the one with laser eyes." You smirked impishly at him as he looked shocked.

"You'd throw me under the bus? Just like that?" You nodded

"To avoid Martha's wrath abso-fucking-lutly sorry dude but Im not getting sucked into that shit show...Actually....Dont worry I got this she will never know." Befor Either on them could ask you'd closed your eyes then opened. Konner took a step back as they glowed bright. And sure enough the small holed were closeing, you coiled the fibres of the wood around in tight circles until the holes were all coveres feeljng aroh d the planks looking for them all. Konner gasped watching the way you manipulated the planks hearing a slight tiny creaking of the wood as it bended around itself.  You moved to the side looking at the damaged beam quickly knitting it back together filling in the two deep burns that ran across it. Slowly you looked back down to the other two and smiled.

"All done...The beam should hold I made the grain tighter where it was." Clark smiled as he made his way towards you patting your shoulder and giving a sweet kiss to your hair.

"Thank you y/n now I think we shouldall head inside dont you?" You stuttered as he continued past you and Konner. Who was gaping at you.

"That was so fucking awsome! You made that look so easy...Is it? Whats else can you dowith it? And your eyes shit! Even I was scared for a second..." you flushed fidgeting going all bashfull.

"Oh haha sorry for scaring you...And that was easythey were tiny holes to plug." You moved slowly following Konner and Clark to the house.

"You still gonna ask Grandma about what he did?" You nodded at him laughing.

"You bet! I wana hear about all the dumb shit he did" he smiled at you as you both made it to the kitchen. Clark had entered and was already sitting down at the table with a drink.

"Your both still grounded by the way" you pouted at him

"No fair I fixed it!" He rose a brow at you

"It wasn't about the damage, I want you both to be carefull, you were reckless and both put yourselves at risk unnecessarily so rest of the week. No phones, games or tv. No leaving the farm and you can help your Grandma and me with the chores..." you sighed and looked to konner defeated he only shrugged in responseas if to say 'nothing you can you do' you slumped down into the chair pouring yourself a glass of juice from the pitcher Konner following suit grumbling to yourselves Clark shook his head getting up placing his glass in the sink. Teenagers.

[burnedbyshoto]

Birthday Sex

Kintober Day 16 ~ kink: bondage

pairing: tetsutetsu tetsutetsu x childhoodfriend fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, cursing

word count: 4,620

a/n: IM A CALI BABY SO ITS STILL KIRISHIMAS AND TETSUTETSU’S BDAY AND ALSO IF YOU DIDNT SAY HAPPY BDAY TO THEM BOTH YOU SUCK and osrry this is sososososososo late.... its got some cute as fuck fluff tho. check her out :D

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"You two are nothing but trouble!"

At first, you had been a rather good student. Clever enough and almost shy! You had never even dared to pass a note in class. Although, that might have more to do with your lack of friends than obedience. You had shown a slight rebellious streak when faced with subjects you didn't like. But as you never received any encouragement to be anything but good you did what was always required. Instead, you would put your head down and work hard. Always coming out with the best answers and results in the class.

And then Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu came to the school.

He had appeared like a bright sun to you but a dismal cloud to Rei and the other teachers. He turned their world upside down, his eyes had noticed the shy you for what you truly were. A rebel yearning for the bravery to show it. He had dropped himself down beside her. Quite literally offered her his hand in friendship. From that moment on, whenever something was then thrown. Or the school handbell was missing its clapper. They knew where to look. You and Tetsutetsu both sat with matching secretive grins. Never ratting on each other but never letting one go with punishment without the other. No one ever understood why someone as bright as you would want to be friends with Tetsutetsu. He wasn't all that smart and he managed to make a mess out of whatever work he was doing. But when it came to planning pranks... Tetsutetsu actually showed signs of being a mastermind.

Today had been one of their worse moments and yet there was no evidence that it was them. They'd been sure of that.

"Wipe that smirk off your face Tetsutetsu! You may think this is funny but because of you two, three teachers are at the hospital! Most of the others are not going to be able to teach for the rest of the day." You stifled a giggle. It had all been so easy and your baking skills that your father ingrained into you, had finally been of some use. Friday was cake day in the staff room. Smuggling in a sumptuous chocolate fudge cake had been the teachers' undoing.

They had begun dropping in first class. As it turned out only the greedy ones would be actually affected. The dosage in a normal-sized slice of cake was a bit over what would be seen prescribed to someone. So it would only put them out of action for a couple of days. The ones that had to get carted off to the hospital would be fine! But it was obvious that they were the ones who had eaten an extra slice.

"We didn't do it!" You argued knowing that there was no way they could prove it was you two. Even the cake was made in the utmost secrecy at the dead of night! Then it was snuck in its tin onto the back step. Tetsutetsu had picked it up and cycled it to the school to hide behind the gardening sheds. He would drop it off early that morning and get it into the school later when there was no one around.

It was unlikely any of their parents would know about a single thing they had done. Your house was soundproof so the baking was unheard. Your parents would never notice the missing ingredients as they never cooked! Tetsutetsu's parents were heavy sleepers. They wouldn't have woken if Tetsutetsu had run through the house singing at the top of his voice! So getting in and out had been a breeze.

"Do not lie to me!" The principal threatened, staring down at the once quiet girl hoping you would break

"I'm not lying!" You looked back defiantly.

In danger of losing his temper, the principal turned away from you and walked into the assembly hall. The remaining teachers were trying to control the one thousand plus pupils. Some of the remaining teachers were already looking unwell. He didn't know how long they would last.

As soon as the door closed behind him, both you and Tetsutetsu collapsed to the ground laughing. "Let’s go!" Tetsutetsu clasped your hand in his and gave you a smile that made you flush every time he gave it.

You sprinted down the corridors still laughing at your teachers' misfortune. It was the end of the year so punishments wouldn't be too bad! After the break, this incident would still be remembered by the rest of the school. You had quite a notoriety when it came to pranks. Your latest would bring your status to a higher level than ever before. Outside in the playground, you looked for an escape. The large gates shut and there was a guard, plus the bike path gates chained shut…

"This way!" Tetsutetsu pulled you along to the back entrance that few knew about. It was also the way he had smuggled in the cake last night. It was an alleyway where the trashcans are. There was a small wall on one end. The bins that are on either side of it made for easy climbing especially when unhindered by a large cake tin.

"Oh, gross!" You yelled as you landed with a squelch on the other side. The always muddy path, which was unpleasant when dry, after a night of heavy rain had become a river of mud.

"I know! Let's race!" Staring down the muddy lane both your eyes brightened at the prospect before them. You both knew that neither of you would make it down there upright unless they walked with caution. "From here to the end of the lane!"

A race promised a muddy mess that would get them in a lot of trouble with your parents. But it promised moments of complete enjoyment!

"I'll get in trouble..." You decided, a frown on your face.

"Chicken!" Tetsutetsu taunted. He made suitable clucking sounds and an appropriate wing imitation with his arms. His floppy silver hair falling into his face.

"What's the point in racing when there is no prize!" You retorted not wanting to be thought a wimp.

"Fine!" Tetsutetsu recognized. "We decide our own prizes… If I win, I get a kiss"

The words that Tetsutetsu found himself uttering pulled both him and his friend up short. Whilst you gave him a momentary wide-eyed stare, he covered his own shock with his usual cocky grin.

"And what if I win?" Your counter showed a little more of your normal bravado.

"I'll…" he paused trying to think of something.

"If I win, you have to kiss Monoma!"

"What? No way!" He held his hands up looking repulsed.

As he did once before, your voice imitated a clucking hen, your hands creating wings by your ribs. He doesn’t buy it, so your hands fall on your waist, your eyes rolling.

"Fine, I'll kiss Monoma!"

Tetsutetsu’s jaw drops, and you grin as he falls for your trap.

"No to that too!" Finally, Tetsutetsu gave in to your triumphant grin. "Fine, I'll kiss him"

"Really?"

"Really, Ready… Set… GO!" You both ran, each one determined that you would win.

Tetsutetsu was the first to fall. Slipping and watching as you ran on ahead before you fell. Having caught up to you, Tetsutetsu was beside you when you fell a second time. You, determined that he wouldn't win, grabbed hold of his jacket and pulled him down with you. Using the pull you got back up in no time and was across the finish line as Tetsutetsu managed to stand.

"Cheater! YOU CHEATED!" Tetsutetsu yelled as you danced around at the finish line

"Loser!" You called back.

Tetsutetsu didn't even bother to get to the finish line he sat down in the mud and sulked, now you felt bad. Tetsutetsu had been already called loser a lot at school even by the principal himself. Walking back to him, you sat down beside him and gave him a short hug.

"I did cheat… you don't have to kiss anyone. We'll say there was no winner?" You leaped back up to your feet with ease and held out a hand to help him up.

"Do I get my kiss?" Tetsutetsu asked hopeful as you pulled him to his feet and you walked back towards the school.

"Ew, No!" You pushed him away and giggled at his hangdog expression… you didn't want to kiss him… but at the same time…

You shake your head. Hitting him on the arm as you got ready to climb up onto the bins and back into school. It was then when two voices caused you two to freeze in fear.

"Y/n!!"

"Tetsutetsu? YOU BETTER GET BACK HERE NOW!"

"It's my mom!" Tetsutetsu hissed looking at the wall that separated them from the playground

"And mine…" You looked down at your clothes. "We are so dead!"

"Better give me that kiss before we both die..."

Once again you hit him.

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You were fifteen when the request for a kiss came up again.

A little older now your pranks had disappeared, you were good friends as ever but you were growing up. Your intentions for the future need to be considered. The both of you were wanting to become Pro-Hero’s! The two of you going as far as having admittance to U.A., a feat that shocked your school district. At school, you often sat with different groups of friends as your homeroom had been split. It was rare for you to be together. You would watch as girls flirted with your childhood friend hoping for a chance with him. At these times you would catch his gaze. You would raise one brow making him laugh aloud. Whenever this happened, your own friends would accuse you of liking him. To which the response was always a disgusted and far too emphatic 'no!' You were friends and you were sure that was all you would ever be.

It was when he ran laps that they would see each other. Every morning you would wake early and meet at the park near your dorms. Together you would run three laps before you would warm down and sit correcting his homework. Once he finished his own six laps he would sit with you, and eating a small breakfast you would go over his mistakes. It was mid-October when the subject came up. You were discussing the upcoming joint-training when Tetsutetsu asked:

"If my class wins, do I get a kiss?" As with the first time, there was a shock from you, but this time for him it had seemed natural. "Well do I?"

"No!"

"Oh come on!"

"You’re weighing in the fact we don’t know what we’re even doing! Tell you what, if it ends up being a battle royale sort of thing, and my class loses all rounds, I’ll kiss you."

"That's not fair!" Tetsutetsu was a bit insecure about some of the larger heavy hitters in your class. To be fair it made sense, there were some massive monsters in your class.

"It is to me, you better get training!"

"What if my team in specific wins? What happens then?"

You chuckled, thinking about what you would receive if he failed? Choosing to ignore his ask you continue on with your own thoughts.

"If you lose, you have to kiss Bakugou!" You smirked as he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and began running. Your startled shrieks making him laugh. “You can’t use me as a weight!”

“I can and I will!”

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A few days later, Tetsutetsu woke up in the infirmary. He should have been happy, he was able to go toe to toe against Todoroki Shouto! But it was still a tie, and more so, it wasn't enough! Leaning against his pillow he groaned next to a surprised Pony.

"We still almost won, Tetsutetsu! I think you should be happy about the tie! We showed them who we are!"

"It's not enough though!" He moaned miserably.

Pony’s eyebrow scrunched as she brushes her hair. Her eyes blinking as she tried to put together a correct response.

"Hey, guys!" You walked in on the two of them and smiled, "How are you feeling Tetsu?"

"Tetsutetsu is a bit sad, but we put up a great, great fight." Pony exclaimed knowing you would be pleased for your friend! Even if Tetsutetsu himself wasn't.

"It was pretty fucking amazing!" You exclaimed.

Pony nodded relieved someone else finally agreed with her, "I know, but he seems all upset about it..."

"It isn't good enough, is it?" Tetsutetsu asked you miserably, you smiled and shake your head.

"Not this time, but I am proud of you, you did really well"

"What about the other end of the deal?!" Tetsutetsu questioned nervously glancing at the door next to him. You went off into chimes of laughter and shook your head.

"I'll let you off after all my rule was that you had to all lose, and well, you guys did win one!"

"Oh thank God!" They exchanged smiles "I'll get what I want one-day!" Tetsutetsu promises you. You grinned and tilted your head to one side.

"Maybe…"

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The final time Tetsutetsu asked you to kiss him was when you were twenty.

Your life had become insanely busier as Pro-Heroes. The days and nights out on patrol made you often feel like a zombie as you desperately tried to balance a social and career life. So far, you were failing at it very, very badly.

You collapsed next to a grinning Tetsutetsu who looked at you expectantly. His wide grin making you feel like you were missing something, but you had no idea as to what. Your body felt like lead as Tetsutetsu blinked, his grin fading.

You were missing something, and you knew it with his withering expression.

“It’s October sixteenth,” Tetsutetsu said and you felt as if someone had shot you in the stomach.

“It’s your--”

“It’s my--”

“Birthday.” You say together and you moan into your hands, your elbows slamming into the table as you feel like the worst friend in the world. “I’m so sorry, Tetsu…”

Your eyes peeping through the slits of your fingers. Somehow, for some reason, Tetsutetsu is grinning instead.

“Don’t worry about it!” He laughs, his face jovial, his face forgiving.

“No, no! It’s totally not okay! I need to text Kirishima, too! What are you doing tonight? Or tomorrow?! I need to make this up to you!” You exclaim as you fish out your phone from your jacket pocket. Another horrified moan escaping your lips as you see that your group chat with your class. It had very much been active with celebrating another birthday.

“I’ll forgive you on one thing!” Tetsutetsu’s voice says in a calming tone. You, in a state of panic over the terrible feeling of being a horrible friend, nod.

“Of course!”

“Give me a kiss?”

You freeze then. Your eyes snapping up from the phone screen. You still had not been able to press send on your birthday message to your old classmate. “W-What?”

“Kiss me,” Tetsutetsu nears your face, a smirk on his face as you freeze. “Come on, it’s all I’ll ask from you ever again.”

“Tetsu!” You hiss, your face feeling as if it was on fire as you look around. There’s no one near though, no one able to keep your decency up for. “W-What? I thought you were…”

Your voice trails off as his black eyes lock with yours. He’s silent, nothing happening as his eyesight drop to your agape lips.

“Please?”

Your breathing nearly stops as you stare at your childhood friend. For how long as he liked you? You could not say.

You knew you liked him, but with the chaos of your blossoming career, it had been easy to deny your feelings. Deny they existed due to the fear of him hating you should you ever break up. Your heart continues hammering as he gets nearer. His pale skin tantalizing close as your breath stops.

Your body moves on its own, your fingers grasping his jaw and pulling him in for a kiss. Tetsutetsu, however, did not seem like he was expecting this. His body stiffening against you as you continue kissing him. Your lips fluid against his own, uncaring that he was caught off guard.

His hands finally tangle themselves in your hair, his fingers tugging at your roots as he keeps you close. Your head tilts as you let him kiss you deeper, his hands traveling to your waist to draw you nearer. His tongue heavy on your lips before you pull away, your eyes wide as his eyes open up.

“Oh my god!” You squeak, standing up. Your legs wobbling as if you had just finished an intensive training and not just kissed your best friend. “I gotta- fuck- I gotta go!” You shrill taking off before Tetsutetsu could even stop you.

It doesn’t take long for you to find yourself back home, your body heaving against your front door as the kiss replays over and over again. After ten years of knowing Tetsutetsu he had finally gotten his kiss, and after ten years of denying him said kiss, you wanted more.

A groan escapes your lips as you sink to the ground, your body trembling as years of denied attraction fill your body with a vengeance. Your hands grab your phone as you look through the worried texts from Tetsutetsu, each one apologizing for making you kiss him. It had been a joke that he thought you would have refused, and he was sorry.

But you want more, you crave more, and you need more.

Shaking fingers nearly prohibited you from sending your response, but only ten minutes away Tetsutetsu looked at the bubbles dancing on his screen.

you: I have a gift for you if you still want it. And don’t worry about the kiss, I liked it.

Tetsutetsu found himself opening your unlocked front door. He stepped inside, his eyes searching through the darkness for you.

“Y/n?”

“In the bedroom!”

Tetsutetsu has never been more confused as he continues walking through the darkness. His heart in his throat as he follows the dim light towards your room.

Now, for a man that just kissed you, what he did not expect to see upon entering your room was for you to be sitting on your bed. Your legs bound by your ankles, and ribbon circling around your arms as you sat tied up.

Bound up.

You’re wearing metallic colored lingerie, your cheeks feeling like they were burning as you stared at him. “I… I couldn’t think of anything better.” You confess, your eyes sinking to the ground as Tetsutetsu approaches you. “I love you, Tetsu, so much. I know I haven’t always been the kindest to you, but tonight I want to give you my everything. If you want it of course, if not you can forget about this! Oh my god, I’m so sorry, this is embarrassing of me and I totally assumed you’d be down to--mmph!”

His lips are over yours again, and you tumble backward as the solid man crawls on top of you. His arms slamming beside your head as your wrists struggled against the ribbons you had placed against your limbs.

Tetsutetsu’s lips are heavy against yours. His mouth swallowing your desires and moans as his fingers run up and down your figure. An almost snarl like laughter escaping his throat.

“Well, if this was what I would get after one kiss, I’m glad I saved it until now.” He moans softly against your lips, and you want nothing more than to run your fingers through his soft hair. But you’re unable to do that.

His lips move from your lips to your cheek, his large and thick eyelashes fluttering against your skin as you moan softly. Your body shifting as you want his strong body pressed against yours. You want to feel him flat against you, but he doesn’t undo the restraints.

“Please, you would have totally pissed your pants if I kissed you back then!” You laugh, your head dipping back into the mattress as his sharp teeth bite against your throat. A pained yelp escaping your lips until his soothing tongue presses against the throbbing skin.

“It’s my birthday,” Tetsutetsu growls lowly, and you can feel shivers running down your spine from the tone. “What I say is always right.”

You freeze as you feel his scarred fingers trail down the valley of your breasts all the way down to your panties. You gasp as his finger pressed against your clothed clit. Your hips thrust against his finger, and his breathy laugh makes you huff in frustration.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tetsutetsu kisses the bruise on your throat that he had just given you, admiring in the way it looked against rising skin. His hand retracts from your clit, the whine in your throat making him chuckle. “You teased me for ten years, baby, don’t you dare start complaining to me.” Your eyes snapped towards him, your bound hands ready to smack him for the rude response, but his hands rip the bra from your chest. You scream out his name, but his hands are giving your breasts a delicious amount of attention as his fingers began to knead the soft flesh around your sensitive nipples.

Your jaw drops, a resonating moan escaping your lips as Tetsutetsu continues leaving love bites down your chest. His hands were so close to your nipples, teasing the sensitive skin as he refuses to touch them. Desperate to feel his strong fingers touch your craved skin, you press your arms forward, hopeful that the squeeze will get him to slip up. “Tetsu!” You groan trying to manipulate him to your will. “It’s your birthday, I should be treating you!” Each squeeze made a pleasurable jolt course through your core as you imagined soon enough doing things to you you hadn’t imagined before.

“But you’re my present,” Tetsutetsu whispers against your breast. Your body trembling against the sensation.

“Please, Tetsu. I want--” You were torn from your exchange as Tetsutetsu pressed one of his free hands up to sit against your heated core. His hands grinding against your sex. Your reaction causing him to grin against your breast.

Your mewls are now pouring without any restraint as his teeth bite down against your hardened nipples. His hands pushing up against your grinding hips as waves of pleasures build up within you.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Tetsutetsu moans as your fingers fist awkwardly into his shirt. With his help, you pull the material over his head and your awe in his chest. You had seen it a million times, his costume left little to imagine about his torso, but this feels different. It’s raw, and it’s incredibly intimate. You watch as your lover shuffles his pants down, discarding them in your room as he flips you over onto your chest, your knees supporting you in a faux doggy style. Your ankles are still bond, and you feel bowlegged as you pant. Your panties are removed, and you hiss as your blazing sex hits the colder air.

“Are you ready for me?” Tetsutetsu asks you, and you laugh breathless. You turn your head as you look at your lover, his hands fisting his hard cock ready to enter you whenever you allowed him.

“I am.” Your ass rolling as he presses you further into the mattress.

A shriek of pleasure leaves your lips as Tetsutetsu begins entering your slick pussy. Your hips moving painfully slow against his girth, a pained cry escaping your lips as he stills. “Shit,” He curses, his head falling, “are you okay?”

“Give--fuck--give me a second!” So, Tetsutetsu stays there, buried deep within your folds as you blink away painful tears. His fullness eventually becoming bearable and so you began to roll your hips against his. A pained smile on your face as you marvel in the way Tetsutetsu moans loudly. His hips moving to meet yours. You simpered as you manage to slam into him at the same time. Your body quivers at the impact, your pussy clenching at the feeling. Your face lits up when your lover sinfully moans at the action, his jaw-dropping as he pants. He liked it as well. Your fingers clutch the duvet, and you shift, ready to go even faster.

“Please, fuck, you’re so amazing!” Tetsutetsu puffs as you angle your hips anew. His fingers gripping your soft flesh as his pace increases, and you meet him at every pound. You giggle, your head leaning to the side to watch his eyes clenched closed as he rocked into you.

“Tetsu, you look so damn handsome when you’re whining for me.” You moan, uncaring about your sloppy thrusts for the moment. The way Tetsutetsu is so surprisingly responsive to your actions is just stirring you on, you’re nearly positive that you’ll be coming as soon as he touches your clit. You grip the duvet, angling your body again so that he is thrusting into you at a better angle. The raw moans that leave both your mouths letting you know you had succeeded. The loud and raw ‘fuck’ that leaves his lips makes you shriek in delight. You continue to keep your that angle, uncaring about the discomfort, only caring that the same power and depth in the rawness of his voice were sending chills down your spine.

Your body feels like it’s on fire as you feel so much power. Your lovers’ continuous mewls stirring you on. Your right-hand tugs against the ribbon, moving your entire body, but Tetsutetsu growls not liking this dominance you were beginning to show.

His fingers press harshly against your clit, and your back arches as you shriek his name.

“Yes, fuck, baby yes!” Tetsutetsu laughs, his face burying into your back as your pleasure-filled noises rile him up, his fingers circling on the bundle of nerves. Your hips are no longer relentless against his cock as he continues fucking you. Your screams nearly inaudible at the sight of him still hammering himself into you.

You’re intent on getting him to come within seconds, but the way he’s manipulating your body doesn’t allow you to think straight. Your hips are thrusting once again, harder and faster than you’ve gone yet. Your fingers clenched as you try to focus on anything but your spasming walls against his protruding cock as his fingers dance against your clit. Tetsutetsu’s spluttering yells fueling your inner lust as his body convulses under your manipulation.

Sinfully loud mewls and moans leave his lips, and you feel his cock spasm. Your hips finding it difficult to go as fast as you had been going your walls clench around him.

“Y/N, FUCK!”

Your pussy is filled instantly with his hot sticky seed. Your lips in a wide grin as your hips continue moving along his length, his fluids continuing to come out in his heavy load. Your thrusting continues, moving towards your own orgasm now. Tetsutetsu, not one to give up, continues thrusting, his fingers pinching and pulling gently at your clit. With a shriek, your pussy clamps against his cock, and you come around him. Your chest heaving as you fall forward, body exhausted.

Wordlessly your childhood friend, and now lover falls down next to you.

“You know,” He says quietly. “You didn’t have to do all that. I would’ve taken the kiss as a present.”

“Are you saying the sex wasn’t good.”

Tetsutetsu laughs as he undoes the ribbons. “No, baby, it was amazing.”

[justauthoring]

I Don’t Wanna Die Alone [Xavier Plympton]

Request(s): I would like to request a Xavier Plympton x reader kind of angsty. So for plot I would like of Xavier and the reader had a pre-established relationship and it's a healthy relationship. They get along well and genuinely love one another. I would like the reader to get killed or seriously hurt and for Xavier to find them. Xavier desperately trying to help but knowing there is nothing he can do. If the reader is just hurt maybe he can lay with them as they hear jingles walking towards them. Thanks!

can you do one with xavier where the reader hits her head badly trying to run and dies in xavier’s arms at camp redwood. idk if you’ve watched teen wolf or not but maybe like vibes from the scene where allison died. ???

Hi hello I would like to request an Xavier/Reader fic where Xavier witnesses reader’s death, and how that affects him when interacting with reader in the camp as ghosts. Relationship is your choice but my vote is on romantic :)

Requested by: @redama

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

Word Count: 1,974

Notes: ya’ll, as much as i will always love evan, seeing an edit of this dude is what made me wanna watch ahs in the first place and i feel so fucking satisfied to finally be able to write for him lol. i literally just finished 1984 and i cannot help but write right now even tho im sick and have work early in the morning. so appreciate my dedication here :)

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

It felt like your lungs were on fire. Your body was screaming at you to stop, but your mind kept reminding you of why you couldn’t -- because if you did, he’d find you and kill you.

You just had to have a shower; you couldn’t just listen to Margaret and wait until the morning. Or at least, accept Xavier’s offer to join you. That way you wouldn’t be alone right now, running from a crazed murderer. And Jesus, you barely had time to even get dressed. Your hair was a soaking wet mop on top of your head and all you had on was your shorts and bra; the fucking asshole didn’t even give you time to put on your shoes.

All you wanted was Xavier. Part of you, maybe you were going crazy, would be satisfied dying if it meant getting to die with Xavier. Not alone. If you were going to die, which it really felt like you were going to you, you didn’t want to do it alone. 

You’d tried screaming, louder then you ever had before. Your throat was raw but it seemed no one could hear you; which sucked ass. You hadn’t thought you were that far from the cabins, but apparently you were farther then you thought because there was no one coming to save you. Absolutely no one. All you could count on was your years of track in High School and pray that got you far enough that you could at least find someone.

Or out run Mr. Jingles. That’d be great to. Find a place to hide, something.

Taking a sharp turn to the right, you hiss lightly at your arm scraping against a branch. It stings and you allow yourself a moment to glance down at the now bleeding scratch on your arm before pushing it to the back of your mind, focusing your attention on your steps and where to take them. The entire forest felt like a damned maze and you were clearly lost without any knowledge on how to get to either the road or back to Camp Redwood.

You were starting to feel like you were going crazy. Insane. Something of the like. Your heart was beating a mile per minute and your skin was clammy with sweat and you just wanted to sleep. You wanted to be in Xavier’s arms, laying comfortably against his chest while he held you close. 

A sudden scream pulls you from your thoughts. It causes you to halt, coming to a sudden and sharp stop as you turn your head sharply over your shoulder. You expect to hear footsteps, another screaming, something but for a moment, it’s just silence. Complete and utter silence. All you can hear is your own rapid breath and the sound of the adrenaline pumping in your veins from the absolute terror running through your entire body.

And then, it’s just faint, you hear your name. Someone’s calling out for you.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you! Are you okay?”

That’s... That’s Xavier!

Eyes widening with hope, you feel your lips twitching into just the faintest of smiles, thinking that if anyone will be able to save you, it’ll be him. You move to turn, your lips parting to call out for Xavier in return. However, you don’t hear the approaching footsteps or notice the figure that falls to your left. You don’t, at least, until there’s a sharp pain in your left shoulder. Your lips part, a gasp falling past your lips as you start up into the face of none other then Mr. Jingles.

He rips the knife out of your shoulder, and you stumble back in response, your hand shakily raising to fall over the wound. You glance down briefly, watching the blood pool your skin, before turning back to Mr. Jingles.

“Please...” You breathe shakily, “don’t--!”

You never get to finish your stomach before he stabs you again; this time directly in your stomach. Your knees grow weak beneath you and as he mercilessly pulls the knife from you once more, you no longer have the strength to hold yourself up. You hit the ground with a thud, a whimper leaving your lips as your vision blurs. 

Mr. Jingles crawls over you, knees on either side of you as he easily pushes your head to the side, revealing your ear to him. With a almost mocking gentleness he brushes your hair back, taking the top of your ear and slicing it right off. Somehow you have the strength to scream; it piercing the silence of the forest as Mr. Jingles simply stands up, with his price, and stalks off.

He just leaves you there.

It feels like hours, but can’t be more than a few moments, you just graveling on the ground, before another figure falls next to you. You assume it to be Mr. Jingles, coming to finish the job quicker then he’d originally intended and you don’t have the strength to fight or scream or even really cry. But then warm arms are pulling you into a lap and you blink, glancing up to meet Xavier’s piercing blue eyes staring back down at you.

Except, his eyes are flooded with welling tears as he gets a good look at you.

“X-Xavier...”

“Y/N... Oh, God... Oh, God, Y/N--!”

Shaking your head, your lips part to speak, but you find yourself choking on your own blood, it pooling around your mouth. Your body jerks in response, Xavier desperately attempting to apply pressure to your wounds but you know it’s useless.

You raise your hand, settling it over his own with a shaky determination. Your action pulls his eyes on you and with your eyes glossing over, you smile up at him. “I... I love you...”

Your body falls limp in his hands then.

“Y/N... Y/N, Y/N, wake up!” Xavier finds the words pouring from his lips, unable to think rationally as he desperately tries to shake you back awake. But, of course, nothing words. And eventually, he ends up just pulling you close, curling you up against him as a sob breaks past his lips.

Montana finds him moments later.

“Xavier, we have-- oh, shit, Y/N! No, no, no!”

Finally pulling his gaze up, Xavier meets Montana’s gaze through a blurred vision. “I was too late,” he whispers, voice a raspy imitation of how he normally sounds. “He got to her before I... I couldn’t save her...”

Montana’s lips part to say something, but she finds herself speechless. Her heart wrenches at the thought of you dead, given that the two of you had always been close, and she’s never quite seen Xavier so... helpless. She wants to say something to comfort him, but doesn’t know what. And seeing you, lifeless in his arms, hurts her just as much.

However, before she can dwell on it much longer, the sound of keys jingling echoes.

“Oh, fuck!” Montana curses, pushing herself up to her feet desperately and latching onto Xavier’s arm. “Come on, Xav. We got to go. We got to go!”

“No, no!” Xavier cries, holding onto your body tighter. “I’m not leaving her here.”

“We have to go!”

“I’m not leaving her here!”

“Look at me, look at me!” Grabbing Xavier tightly by the cheeks, Montana pulls his gaze sharply on her own. “Y/N wouldn’t want you to die like this, okay? She’d want you to live! She’d want you to survive. We both know it!” Breathless, Xavier stays silent, unable to argue with Montana. “So, we have to go!”

One glance down at you and Xavier knows she’s right.

Shakily, he eases his grip on you, setting you gently back on the ground and moving to stand up. However, before he does, he slips his jacket off, placing it over you as to cover you the best he can. “Okay,” he whispers, voice broken. “Let’s go.”

-

“You’re gonna have to talk to me eventually.”

Xavier stays silent, back turned to you as he stares out blankly in front of him.

Sighing, you shake your head, daring to take another step forward. “We are stuck here for eternity, Xav.” You remind softly, continuing to walk forward more and more. You don’t stop until you’re directly behind Xavier, making sure he can’t run off like he has all times before. You’re desperate for him to finally face you. “You can’t just ignore me.”

“Why do you even want to talk to me in the first place?”

Jerking your head back in surprise -- at both the fact that this is the first time Xavier’s spoke to you since you’d woken up from death and his actual words -- you blink at the back of Xavier’s head. However, soon enough he’s spinning to face you, his eyes finally meeting your own as he shakes his head at you. You find yourself also surprised at the tears in his eyes.

Gathering yourself, you shake your head; “what’re you talking about?”

“You died!” He calls out, causing you to furrow your brows. Huffing, he clarifies himself; “you died because of me.”

Lips parting, you move to respond, but find yourself unable to. Is that what he thinks? That he killed you? He must’ve lost his damn mind because you know for a fact that it was Mr. Jingles who killed you. The fact that he actually blames himself... you feel your heart twist uncomfortably, shaking your head desperately as you reach out for Xavier. He only steps back from your touch causing your arms to fall by your side helplessly.

“Is that what you think?” You whisper, never tearing your gaze off his own. “Xav, you didn’t kill me... Mr. Jingles did.”

“I let you go off on your own! I... wasn’t quick enough!” Inhaling sharply, Xavier wipes at his cheeks desperately, trying to hide the tears that profusely fall down his cheeks. Then, he gathers himself enough to utter one last sentence, a broken whisper. “I didn’t protect you.”

You step forward, reaching out for Xavier. This time he doesn’t pull away, shoulders slumping as your hands move to cup his cheeks, shaking your head repeatedly. “You did protect me,” you whisper, “you always did. And I didn’t die because of you. I died because of some pathetic man. I ran off to have a shower, I didn’t let you come with me... So, please,” letting your thumb stroke his cheek softly, you smile up at him. “Just... kiss me.”

Xavier’s resolve slowly falls with each word. By the end of it, his tears have halted and he finds himself stunned by your forgiveness. He finds his hands reaching out for you, desperate for your touch as his hands fall on your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“You want me to kiss you?”

“I’ve never wanted you to kiss me more than I have now.”

A smirk crawls onto his lips and slowly but surely, Xavier leans down, pressing his lips against your own. The kiss is short, chaste, but it means everything to you. Able to hold Xavier like this again means everything to you. Your arch into his touch, your hand sliding up the back of his neck as you moan into the kiss, Xavier returning it with just as much ferocity.

It’s been so long since you’ve been able to kiss him like this.

Pulling back, Xavier leans his forehead against your own, breathless. “I’ve missed you...”

“Well,” you smile lightly, leaning back to meet his gaze. “Like I said, we have all of eternity here... You’ll never have to miss me again.”

Xavier’s faint smile turns into a grin.

“I like the sound of that.”

-

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[bagels-and-seagulls]

Okay this is definitely not the first time I've come into your ask box asking for angst but...I read your new cheerleader!matteo and hj!david and I couldn't resist. I started thinking about like what if when they're not official yet, there's a misunderstanding that David's messing around with other people as well bc his teammates are saying things to mess with matteo as always. (Love love love your writing)

i was not planning on writing more of this au so soon but this ask literally hit me in the face with a brick and i feel as tho i must. also the peach bowl is emotionally over and next is the fiesta one, so i’m still in a circle of hell

part one - part two

-matteo doesn’t really know how to treat david after leonie’s party, doesn’t know if he should think of them as an item, or at least becoming one, or if it was a one time thing just to get some of their energy out, to see if whatever there was between them was easily ended after a simple kiss, or if it only made it worse. 

-spoiler alert, it made it worse.

-matteo has never really had a crush before, not one that had any promise to go anywhere. sure, he had the hopelessly tragic crush on his straight bestfriend that looking back on it was nice in a way, knowing that it was never going to happen, falling out of the crush just as easily as he fell into it. but since then, since jonas, he hasn’t really thought about anyone else. there weren’t many people like that around here to even really think about, not unless he wanted to go for a straight guy again, which no, thanks. one was enough for him. so he this was all new territory for him, being in that awkward stage between nothing and something. he didn’t really know what to do, what to say, how to act. he didn’t know if he was allowed to ask david to hang out, how many times he was allowed to text in a day, if they were going to kiss hello in the hallway, anything like that. anything at all.

-matteo has never had a crush before, so he never even knew he was a such a jealous person until- well, it hit him over the head like a neon green semi-truck. 

-yo man, david, you’re a total dog, one of the football players kids as they’re all walking into the locker room, and matteo was there, trying to find a charger that one of the girls was asking for. and he could have sworn it was in his bag even though he couldn’t find it. shut up, man, he hears david say back and laugh, and it makes matteo stop. you had like three of those cheerleaders all over you, someone else says. yeah, i’ve been trying to get with sam for months, and she’s all over you in one second, comes another voice. y’all are going to get me in trouble, david laughs and rounds the corner and sees matteo looking back. hi, david says, his smile changing into something a little smaller, a little more like it was just for matteo. hi, matteo repeats and ends up just staring at david for a second, who just laughs a little awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck. i gotta get back to practice, matteo mutters and walks off, hearing david’s, oh, okay, bye?

-matteo invites david to go to an open mic thing that jonas wants him to go to, and david tells him that he had already promised leonie he would go to a party with her. but he could see him afterwards? maybe they could meet up somewhere? matteo tells him that it’s okay, that they can meet up tomorrow morning or just wait until monday. and then monday morning rolls around, and he hears whispering in the hallway about how david hooked up with some girl, went home with her even, and matteo feels like it isn’t true. doesn’t think that david was that kind of guy, but it eats away at him anyways. eats away at him until he feels a little bit angry, and a little bit disappointed, and something else that was a combination of the two. and he ends up going to his class early, even though he said he would meet david by his locker before school started. 

-david texts him, are you okay? and matteo doesn’t answer. david looks at him all concerned when he sees him in literature, and matteo ignores that look, too. 

-they end up making out when david comes over one day to study for their literature exam. they end up actually studying for maybe twenty minutes, throwing glances at each other every couple of seconds and smiling to themselves once they were caught. you know, they say you should study for fifteen minutes and then take a five minute break to improve memory, david says at one point. oh really? matteo asks, and how long have we been studying? and david takes the book out of his lap with a smirk and leans into his space until matteo is looking up at him, at least twenty already, he mutters, looking between matteo’s eyes and his lips. and how do you think we should spend our break? matteo asks, feeling like he had something to be proud of all of a sudden. 

-matteo leaves a hickey on the base of david’s neck, and he doesn’t think he’s ever left a hickey before, feeling a little like a strutting peacock when he sees david on monday morning with the bruise still dark against his skin. but then he hears all of the names of the people that some suspect might have left it there, and not once does his name come up. he doesn’t think he’ll be leaving one again. 

-are you okay? david asks him one day when they’re standing at the edge of the field, and matteo’s been ignoring him all day because he didn’t think that he would be able to keep his mouth shut about how he heard from at least four of david’s teammates that david screwed around with one of matteo’s squadmates at a party in the middle of the week, which honestly was trashy enough. and matteo wasn’t too sure that david even went to a party on a wednesday night, but he’s been having a pretty shitty day all around and thought it was only a matter of time before he accidentally let it out on someone else. i’m fine, matteo says and tries to brush him off. matteo, just talk to me, david asks, and matteo was almost ready to spill his guts right there, right out his mouth and onto the field underneath their feet, but the said squadmate from the rumor happened to be walking by just then, because of course she did, and waved at david right as matteo went to open his mouth. forget it, matteo says instead of admitting anythign that was nasty, and mean, and uncalled for, and shakes his head. wait, david says. if you want to go talk to her, go and leave me alone, matteo mutters and turns away only for david to grip his elbow and pull him back, what is that supposed to mean? and matteo thinks this might be his guts coming up, that thing that was mean he was trying to push down, if you’re hooking up with other people or whatever, just leave me out of it.

-matteo walks away, and that night as he’s laying in bed, he thinks that maybe he really screwed something up. 

-matteo never had a crush before, so he never really knew he was a jealous person. he didn’t know he was going to hate himself so much for it. 

-i don’t know why you’re so convinced i’m meant to be a bad guy, david says, straddling the locker room bench and clearly waiting for matteo to come in, to try and get him to talk to him. what? matteo says with a shake of his head, even though he heard him perfectly fine, just didn’t want to have to come up with some sort of response to it. instead, facing towards his locker and effectively blocking himself from looking david in the face. you’re the only one i’m, like, interested in, or whatever, david says, i haven’t been talking to anyone else, or hooking up or anything. matteo nods his head because he doesn’t have anything to add, doesn’t have anything to say. but you don’t believe me, do you? david asks with a sigh and a scoff rolled into one and doesn’t wait for an answer. fuck, matteo. i know you don’t like football players, and i get it. really, i do, but i’ve never lied to you- not once. and i’m not screwing around behind your back. matteo nods again and reaches for something in his locker, his hand gripping nothing but air. yeah, alright, david says, and it sounds like he was giving up on something, i guess i’ll just fuck off or whatever.

-they don’t talk for days, and matteo feels like garbage the entire time, opening and closing david’s contact just trying to work up the nerve to talk to him. 

-i think i really fucked it up, matteo mutters to jonas one night when he comes over to play some video games after school. with david? jonas asks and pauses the game. matteo hums and sets his controller down, i didn’t believe him and i should’ve. jonas sits there for a moment, tapping a beat only he could hear on his knee. have you told him that? jonas asks. matteo shakes his head. i don’t know how to apologize, matteo admits. i think i really fucked it up. 

-matteo swallows down his pride and his nerves with nothing left in his bones except his guilt as he walks up to david at his locker with his hands stuck up under his backpack straps, kicking his heels into the ground. uh, hey, he says, and david turns around like he was shocked to see him. hey, david repeats and holds his books in front of his chest. i- uh, i wanted to apologize, matteo says, for being an asshole. david nods his head but doesn’t say anything, his face screwed up like he was holding himself back from saying anything at all. can we talk? after school maybe? matteo asks and hopes that he isn’t turned down. david says to wait up for him after practice. 

-what did you want to talk about? david asks later, leaning back up against his locker with his arms crossed in front of him, the bench dividing them. i’m sorry, matteo says, i should’ve talked to you or something, instead of believing other people. i just- i don’t know. i haven’t had the best time at this school, especially with the football team. and i guess i just thought it was too good to be true, that-that you were too good to be true. david doesn’t say anything for a long time, and matteo sucks in a breath, running his thumb nail up the sides of his fingers, i should’ve talked to you, and i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to fuck this whole thing up. i really do like you. david clicks his tongue, and matteo has to look down at the ground in order to not stare too hard. i really like you, too, david says after a beat, and matteo looks up at him, wanting him to say more. it’s just- how can i be with someone who doesn’t trust me? and matteo goes to argue immediately, but closes his mouth when he sees the look that david was leveling him with. can i have another chance? matteo asks, to show you that i do? 

-david agrees, and matteo sighs out in relief. 

-it takes them a few weeks to get back where they were, when they felt young and almost in love, smiling just by the thought of seeing the other, so excited when they do, that they just sway from side to side on their feet once they’re in close proximity, too caught up in themselves to even kiss each other hello. but matteo thinks that he’s proved it. at least, he hopes that he did, that he trusts david totally and completely, with his whole heart even because he feels like that’s what he’s doing, handing it over wrapped in a little bow. 

-do you want to go see a movie tonight? david asks him when they’re both standing outside the school, not exactly wanting to say goodbye but knowing the day was over. matteo hums, not completely catching the question, too caught up in his thoughts. a movie? david repeats, and matteo shrugs, not feeling any sort of way about the proposal. what is is? david asks, leaning in closer and nudging matteo with his elbow. did you want to be my boyfriend? matteo blurts out. the words just falling from his mouth before he’s able to catch them back up. oh, uh, david stretches out and scratches the back of his neck. nevermind, forget it, matteo stutters out and takes a step back. no, no, no, i do, i just- david sighs and looks around before tugging matteo over to the side of the building to be more out of the way. 

-i do, david repeats. but? matteo asks. but, uh, david pinches the bridge of his nose and scrunches his eyes up, i’m trans, he says eventually, looking up and at matteo who was looking back with wide eyes. uh, matteo drawls out after a second, is that it? and david tilts his head to the side, what? and matteo looks around, not really for anything, just to look at something that wasn’t david for a second. you’re trans so you don’t want to be my boyfriend? matteo asks. what? david repeats, no, no- i’m trans, so i thought maybe you didn’t want me to be your boyfriend. and then it was matteo’s turn to scratch his head. so you’re trans, and you don’t want me to want you to be my boyfriend? he asks. and david looks at him for a second. i think we’re agreeing? he says with an uptick in his voice. you’re trans, matteo says. right, david confirms. and you wanna be my boyfriend? matteo asks. right, david repeats. and matteo nods, still feeling a little bit confused, so they both just stand there, rocking from side to side on the balls of their feet until david goes, so boyfriends? and matteo smiles. yeah, boyfriends, he agrees, and david smiles too and kisses him. 

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Shinsou fluff alphabet

Starting off this blog the right way

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He really likes your eyes

Hes definitely the type of person that puppy dog eyes work on

When you look up at him with those pretty eyes he just melts into them

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He would want a baby eventually

Like after you get married

But he loves the thought of having a baby with you

Seeing which traits come out from both of you

Or adopting a baby, he thinks that would be awesome too

He loves kids, hes just kinda scared that he doesn't know how to take care of them

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He is the c li n g I est mf

He acts like hes not but he is

He doesn't have a preference when it comes to being the little or big sppon

He loves holding you

Just wrapping his arms around your shoulders or waist and hugging you as tight as possible while pressing little kisses onto your forehead

And when you hold him he melts

He feels so loved and wanted

Play with his hair plz plz plz

His eyes will flutter shut and hell just be like

"Mmm... so comfy"

It's so cute

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Toshi is pretty spontaneous

So dates will either be

Let's go out at 3 in the morning and run around the city and buy junk food

Or

"Babe, I got us reservations for this super fancy restaurant so make sure you get dressed up. Were leaving in an hour."

They're always fun tho, even the more formal dates are super silly with you two making jokes and just being crackheads

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

To Hitoshi, you are his inspiration

His reason for moving forward in life

Before you, his only goal was to become a hero - and even then no one seemed to believe he could

Then theres you

You who tells him that his quirk does not make him evil

It's super effective against villains

hell be a pro hero someday

Before he wanted to become hero simply because why not

But now he wants to become a hero for you, to show you that your positive words were not misplaced and he is someone you can count on

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It was one night after he was training with Aizawa in martial arts (since he knows his quirk isnt the most effective in battle if he cant get it to work)

And he walked out of the field to see you standing there with this big smile on your face

"What are you doing here? It's late, you should go home."

"I was but then I saw you training and wanted to watch 😊"

He kinda gives you a weird look and is like why

"Cause you're super cool Shinsou! If I wanna be a pro hero I need to make sure I can get strong too, so I wanted to take some pointers."

His eyes widen and hes like- you think I'm cool??? Me who has to do this training cause my quirk is useless most the time?? Me who's quirk actually sucks?? You think I'm cool.

You just give him this big smile and you're like well ya anyways see you tomorrow

And he kinda is just like fuckfuckfuckfuckdu kkckcdudyhsj the whole way home cause wow you're super cute and you're the only person to ever praise him like that

He lies awake all night and is like I'm in love fuk

So ya, he was in love long before you even started dating

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Hes so gentle with you

Like hell brush your hair out of your face and move it behind your ear

When you kiss his hand kinda just cups your jaw and his thumb rubs your cheek

He presses little kisses on your forehead when you hug

Theres times when he can be more rough, but you're his baby and he cherishes you so much

He doesn't wanna scare you in any way and treats you so well

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

When you're walking he likes to place his fingers with yours and holds onto your hand tight

But other than that, he prefers holding your hand by placing his on top of yours and lacing his fingers while his thumb rubs your pinky

Hell pick up your hand and press kisses on it

Lowkey to tease you cause he likes to see you blush but still

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you wasn't the best? It wasn't the worst either tho

He first met you at the sports festival

You were fighting after he did, so when he was walking back and you were going out you saw him

So you were like "great job in the match!!"

And he thought you were teasing him cause he felt he horribly lost so he got kinda pissed

And was like "ya whatever"

He realized you weren't lying later tho, when you kept talking to him whenever you would see him at school

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Oooooh yes, boy gets so jealous

You're HIS baby, not anyone elses

Hes put up with a lot of shit and a lot of shitty people and now that he has someone who loves him and he adores back - he doesn't like the fear of losing them

It's less of he gets angry when people flirt with you and more of he gets scared

Hes scared hes not the best and that you might decide you'll leave

He knows you love him and are loyal to him, but he cant shake that fear

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

So he initiated the first kiss

It was after your first date, and he kinda just kissed you out of nowhere (and you didn't mind at all)

While he does kiss you fairly gently, its lots of times a way to tease you

He loves to kiss you more roughly- the kinds of kisses that leave you breathless and your lips bruised

But he starts gentle half the time so that you get frustrated and have to try and make him kiss you deeper

Lots of tongue

Lots and lots of tongue

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You did

Again, He knew he loved you before you started dating

But he didn't wanna put you off by saying it too soon so he waited for you

He did things to help you know he loved you, but he waited until you said it

The first time you said it you were cuddling

You were lying on his chest and he was playing with your hair on his bed and you quietly said "I love you Toshi. So much.."

His eyes widened and he got the biggest smile on his face

"I love you too baby"

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

His favorite memory with you is probably one of your first dates

He took you to an amusement park

You were holding hands the whole time and you were so happy throughout the whole night

Hearing your beautiful laugh, being able to play the games with you and win you prizes since hes for some reason super good at them, getting to be that annoying couple that just cuddles in all the lines

He was in heaven

of course you had to do the stereotypical couple thing and ride the ferris wheel

But! It got stuck when you were almost to the top (if only it had been at the top - it would have been peak amusement park date romance)

You two were so ready to kiss at the top, but now you get to make out for like 30 minutes?? Awesome!

Getting to have a whole photo shoot together with all the pretty lights from the park and the city?? Double awesome!

Sitting in the cramped seat and being able to just talk and cuddle without worrying about school or anything?? Tripple awesome!!!

Everything about the night was perfect, and now you two love going on amusement park dates (tho none will ever beat this one)

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He won't Spoil you too much, hes broke anyways

Besides, hes not the most materialistic person anyways so he would rather give you gifts of like dates and stuff

When he does give gifts, it's more personal things

Hell spoil you for your birthday and anniversary tho, if you really want something hell do his best to get you it

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Pink

Why?

Because he loves that cute blush of yours ~

He teases you all the time, anything to get you to blush

So when he sees a pink, especially in the shade of your blush, he kinda smirks and is like aw

Also, its such a soft color, and you're his baby so he gets soft for you

So honestly pastel colors remind him of you too, but mainly pink

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

ANYTHING that will get you to blush

Hes tested out them all

Honey, sugar, babydoll, bub, cutie, EVERYTHING

But his favorites are baby, and kitten.

He likes cats so he tested out kitten and the BLUSH that erupted on your face, he was hooked

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

My dude he is so into ball room dancing

Like I guess that's modern if you're rich, but neither of you are so that's something you only see in like old movies

Dead ass he took you to an abandoned castle just to dance with you while he played music from like the 40s

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Loves rain

Wants to go play in it

He will drag you out into the rain so that you can run around and act like little kids

Then you'll come in eventually so you dont get sick and make tea and cuddle

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Hes more of the type that will just ignore his feelings when hes sad

Like it's no big deal they'll go away

But you got mad at him for doing that so now - he just tells you

Hell text you and be like "hey.. can we cuddle..."

And you'll immediately know what's up and run to cheer him up

When you're sad, he takes a more direct approach

He wants you to tell him straight up what's wrong, and hes willing to wait if you need time

Hell hold you until you're ready, but he won't leave until you're feeling better

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He loves gossipping

Like you two talking about dumb stuff your classmates do

Makes up like 70% of your conversations

Also about movies, or TV shows, hes into a lot of fandoms and loves talking about them

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

You

Playing

With

His

Hair

That's it

Hes stressed? He will plop himself into your lap and you just know

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He likes showing off his martial art skills honestly

Hes gotten good at them, and many of the students dont bother with learning any formal fighting style since they're more into just using their quirk or swinging as they please

So it's something hes proud of

Hes also proud of it cause the 2 people he looks up to the most - aizawa and you - are also proud of him for it

So he loves showing you new things hes learned, or showing you how to do them so that you can be safer

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Again, hes spontaneous, so it kinda just came out

You two were just goofing around one night - spending time with each other since soon you would go into working at an agency since you had graduated

He was just thinking about how much hes gonna miss not being able to be around you all the time

So this man deadass ran into a gas station that was still open, bought a ring pop, and ran back out and was like

"Shit babe I'm so sorry this is such a horrible proposal but I'm doing it cause I don't wanna back out so- (y/n), will you marry me?"

Hes down on one knee holding this ring pop and he expected you to start laughing (you did later) but instead you started crying and you just jump into his arms nodding

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Serendipity by BTS

His world changed when he met you, the love his life

Theres so much hurt in life, and you are his happiness

Even when you two fight, you only come back stronger

Hes so happy with you, and so hes worried that something will happen to take you away from him

This song kinda captures that

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes

All the time

He planned it a few times fully before when he actually did, and they were all much more romantic than the ring pop

He thought of the ring and everything

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Cat

Do I even need to say that

He wants you two to be crazy cat parents so bad

Even tho the max you ever have at a time is 2

[grapesodatozier]

can you post more smutty madwheeler hcs?

hell ya i can i just cant proofread them lmao so sorry for any typos or tense changes. anywho get your sub!mike hats on folks!!

okay so to set the scene for these hcs… mikes a whole dumbass

like hes school smart and everything but hes just,, so dumb

hes going into his senior year of college and he’s never eaten anyone out

hes given blowjobs, but he realizes he’s only ever had sex with people with dicks

and basically he starts having an early onset midlife crisis bc hes mike wheeler so of course he does

he knows that he wants to eat someone out at some point, like he’s not in a rush to actually do so, but he doesn’t want to be bad at it once he actually gets around to it, so he feels rushed to learn

this is the dumbass part bc he should realize you can’t really be “good” at sex bc everyones different

but he succumbs to the social pressure/college myths and such, and he kinda starts to panic about it bc mike wheeler does not like not knowing how to do things

so he goes to his closest friend on campus for help

he met max his freshman year, and while they both thought the other hated them at first they ended up being great friends

and max has seen mike at his peak dumbass, so he’s only kind of embarrassed when he asks her if she can teach him how to eat pussy

he thinks it’s a great plan bc not only does max have a pussy, but mike knows for a fact that she’s gone down on people with pussies plenty of times

and he’s expecting her to laugh, and sure, maybe say no, but he’s not expecting her to choke on her drink, he’s not expecting her cheeks to turn pink like that

“what?” she rasps once she catches her breath and clears her throat

mike shrugs, but he feels a lot less sure now. “i just don’t know how to, and i know you do, and i figured i could maybe practice on you while you teach me”

max’s eyebrows shoot up, and she shakes her head with a small laugh. “you’re a dumbass, you know that, right?”

and that helps mike relax, bc that sounds like max

“okay yeah i get it,” he grins, “it was dumb. i guess it’ll just have to happen when it happens”

“wait, no, i’ll do it” max rushes to say “it’s dumb, but yeah, i’ll help you”

“really?”

“how can i resist you admitting there’s something i’m better at than you?”

mike gives her a challenging smirk. “not for long”

and max laughs at that, but then it goes kind of quiet bc like… they’re sitting on the couch in her otherwise empty apartment as they speak… and they both kind of realize at the same time that there’s no reason to not start right then, and now mike isn’t quite so sure that he actually thought this through bc wow he really didn’t consider the potential consequences of this, especially bc he’s just recently been beginning to realize that he really likes max, like maybe more than a friend, but he’s still in the denial stage but that doesn’t stop his heart from racing at the thought of touching her, kissing her…

fucking her

suddenly his skin his burning all over

and hes all like “so… when do you wanna… like should we now? how should we-”

and max just cuts him off with a fond “god, you’re so fucking dumb” and a grin before swinging one of her legs over his hips and settling herself in his lap

you know that meme about being attracted exclusively to idiots? max

and before mike knows it, his hands are on max’s waist, and they feel really nice there

and her hands are in his hair and she’s kissing him, and it’s all kinds of wild to be kissing his best friend but it also makes him realize “oh shit ive been wanting this for a while huh”

theme: dumbass

and honestly, things come way more naturally than he was expecting

that is, until he realizes how far his hands have slid up her sides, so much closer to her chest than he intended

and that panic starts rising again, his heart racing, and he just sort of keeps his hands still there, then begins inching them slightly closer to her breasts

eventually she begins kissing down his neck and teases him a bit like “so are you gonna touch my tits or what?”

and mike is very happy to have permission

soon their shirts come off and they’re stumbling to max’s room

and suddenly they’re both in her bed in nothing but their underwear, and mike cant help but realize how beautiful she is, how happy she makes him, how she makes him feel all warm and giddy

but also as she unclasps her bra and tosses it aside, she makes him really fucking hard, so he focuses on that, bc that’s a lot less complicated

her tits looks so soft, and her nipples are the prettiest rosy pink color he’s ever seen

he’s nervous as he kisses down her chest, but the sounds she makes when he runs the tip of his tongue lightly, experimentally over her sensitive skin encourages him

and god, sucking her into his mouth for the first time is like a religious experience

meanwhile max is having a similar crisis/epiphany

bc like, mikes always been cute, but now his dark eyelashes are fanned across his pink, freckled cheeks, and his hairs a little messy from her fingers running through it, and he’s sucking on her tits like he was born for it, and she’s kind of overwhelmed by how much she’s enjoying this, how good it feels, and especially by how fucking beautiful he looks

she runs her hands over his skin, and it’s so soft and warm

and his back is curved so nicely…

god, this was a mistake, she can’t only do this once, now that she’s seen him like this she wants to see him like this all the fucking time, she can already feel how desperately she’ll be longing for it once it’s over

but for now she enjoys it, tells him to be gentler or go harder, tells him how to swirl his tongue over her tits, just barely touching her, which has her getting wetter and wetter

at one point she grabs his hair and bucks her hips up into his, and they’re both still for a second before mike kisses her again, even more desperately than before

and max doesn’t need to teach him anything about this; the way he sucks her lower lip between his teeth and teases his tongue over her own has her steadily rocking her hips, rubbing herself against his thigh

mike nearly comes right then and there when max moans his name

he takes it as a cue to kiss down her stomach

and he fucking looks up at her for permission with his hands so gently on her hips before taking her panties off and wowowow her heart is doing all kinds of flips

and mike doesn’t know what he’s expecting to feel when max spreads her legs, but what he ends up feeling is just pure awe

like he sees the fucking light lmao

and max thinks he’s just so fucking cute but also like she’s fucking desperate to feel his tongue on her

and some sort of electricity sparks through both of them once his mouth is on her, and she guides him through it, stroking his hair all the while

honestly… she kinda gets off on telling him what to do

like she has to tell herself to calm down lmao bc like the prettiest fucking guy has his head between her thighs and keeps looking up at her and he fucking wants her to order him around like that’s lowkey the point of this so she has to be like “okay chillchillchill don’t start domming him rn that’s not the goal here”

little does she know mike likes it too

like every time she pulls his hair to guide him up or down or harder or softer he can’t help but grind against the mattress bc he is so fucking into that

eventually she tells him to slide a finger into her, and she’d noticed before how long his fingers are, but wow they reach so fucking deep and she was not prepared for that

she tells him to add another, and wow that feels so fucking good, and he curls his fingers just the way she tells him to, and she knows she’s not gonna last very long

and shes moaning and rambling like “fuck, fuck, yes, just like that, don’t stop, fuck don’t fucking stop”

when she comes, she comes hard, her thighs wrapping around mike’s head

and it’s super intense but tbh she’s kind of into that

when she opens her eyes mike is all starry eyed, and his lips are all swollen and the entire bottom half of his face is glistening and this motherfucker has the audacity to look at her with his stupid sparkly brown eyes while she’s still fucking catching her breath and ask “was that good?”

max just pulls him into a kiss and strokes his hair

she also needs to get her mouth on his cock

he happily helps her get his boxers off, and neither of them mention that this was just supposed to be about him learning how to eat pussy

max is not ready for the realization that mike is genuinely a solid 8 or 9 inches

like she actually goes “what the fuck your cock is fucking huge”

and mike b l u s h e s at that, and max’s mouth is on him in like 0.2 seconds

the second he moans max knows that sounds gonna be on loop in her head for at least the next few days

he comes super quickly, and his o-face is the hottest thing max has ever seen

mikes embarrassed, but the way max swallows him down is so fucking hot, and she kisses him all over after he comes

somehow they silently agree to cuddle for a bit before showering together

they order pizza, and things seem normal but they both lie wide awake that night once they’re alone in their own beds

neither of them can stop thinking about it

they do it again a few days later

and mike looks so fucking gorgeous and hes all like “does that feel good?” and max can’t help but let him know how bad she wants to sit on his face

mike is SO down

she grips his hair and rides his tongue hard until she’s coming on top of him

…and then they keep going until she comes two more times

later that week mike feels kind of weird when he buys condoms on a whim, but it turns out to be a good thing, bc the third time they hook up max can’t help but tell him in the hottest voice he’s ever heard how badly she wants his cock inside of her

and tbh, while she’s wet as fuck for him, it takes a while of opening her up for her to be ready to take his cock

it’s so worth it once he’s inside of her tho

she guides him through fucking her, but they both kind of know he doesn’t really need it, this is coming so naturally to both of them

so it quickly turns into her more telling him what to do just because they both find it super hot

“fuck, baby, fuck me harder, fuck yes, just like that, that’s it baby, fuck it’s so good you’re such a good boy for me”

the phrase “good boy” rings in both of their ears and makes mike come immediately

“so… you’re into that then?”

“uh, yeah. you?”

“fuck yes.”

they never realized how sexually compatible they would be

like they both come at least three times the first time max is on top, they’re v v into all the same stuff (and each other)

then eventually they get their shit together and realize they’re in love!! so then they get to sprinkle “i love you"s throughout their dirty talk!! and they cuddle and kiss all the time!! it’s so great!!

okay thank you for coming to my dom!max/sub!mike ted talk lol

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 57)

"Here, There... Everywhere"

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In Ashley and Luna's hotel room, Colson lights a joint, Ashley makes them drinks, Dom puts on music and Luna tosses her stuff in her bag. Colson has a room for the two of them.

They burn and bullshit. Laughing about their ridiculous antics in the hallway. Talking about the show. They're all flying out tomorrow. Colson and Luna to Cleveland. Ashley and Dom to LA.

Colson looks at Luna's lifeless body, sprawled across her bed. He asks her if she wants to go to their room.

She sighs yes while whining that she doesn't want to move.

"Want me to carry you?" He asks sweetly.

She bursts out laughing at the idea. "And end up like Dom? No thanks." She replies, climbing off the bed.

Everyone exchanges hugs in case they don't catch each other tomorrow.

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Even though they're only down the hall, Colson and Luna barely make it to their room. Had they had to go up or down any flights, they would've fucked in the elevator.

Pushing her through the door with his mouth, Colson drops her bag with the keycard on the floor immediately. Unbuttoning her shorts, he asks through kisses "We good?" as they drop to the floor.

"Mhm." She moans huskily, pulling her sweatshirt over her head.

He shakes off his pants before sitting on the edge of the bed. She climbs on to his lap, straddling him.

He tugs at her black lingerie as he pulls her head back, kissing her all over neck. She grinds into him as he's moving his mouth to her perky breasts, he swirls his tongue around both piercings.

Luna slips his shirt off before standing up on the bed above him. As he pulls her panties down Colson kisses her inner thighs, telling her he's missed her.

"Mmmm.... Show me." She smirks with a drunken smile.

He grips her tight, flipping her on to the bed. Starting at her mouth, he kisses her slowly. "I missed you here." He tells. Seperating her breast, he kisses her heart in between them. "I missed you here." Moving down, he holds her by her hips as she squirms to his nibbles on her scorpion. Laughing lightly, he says again. "I missed you here."

Luna runs her fingers through his hair and soft bare feet up his thighs and bare ass. She's breathing heavily, body twitching at each spot he stops at.

Colson lowers his head and buries his face into her wet pussy. Licking each fold, swirling his tongue around her clit. "Mmmm... I fucking missed the way she tastes." He thinks to himself as he laps up her juices.

He drags his tongue from her belly button to the top off her pussy. Opening his tongue wide he licks her lips causing Luna to gasp. He looks up as he throws her legs over his shoulders. "I've definitely missed you here." He says kissing her lips to her giggles.

Luna tugs at his hair. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she pulls him into her and pushes her hips up into his mouth. He slides his fingers inside of her, making her buck against his face.

"Holy FUCK, Colson!!!" She calls out his name as she cums all over him. "FUCK. I've missed you." She breathes. "Get the fuck up here." She tells him, pulling him up to her.

Luna can taste herself on Colson's lips. Kissing hard, she uses her full strength and weight to push up and roll him over.

Straddling him again, she lifts up as she slides his throbbing cock inside of her wet pussy.

"God DAMN!" He emphasises as she works him into her. Finding a comfortable spot she begins to ride him. He grips her bouncing titties as he moans for her.

She bounces on him hard and fast. He grips her hips, keeping her at a steady pace. Feeling like he's about to cum, sitting up he carefully flips her back onto the bed.

Throwing her legs back over his shoulders, she moans as he enters her again. Leaning in to kiss her, he bends her in half as he continues to thrust into her.

"I missed seeing your beautiful face while I fuck you." Colson tells Luna in between kisses.

"I fucking love you." She pants while moving her hips with him, and kissing him back.

They're moving fast, Colson dipping deep inside of her. Bucking hard, she can feel herself about to cum.

"Bunny." She exhales, slamming into him harder.

"Mhm." He groans her as she pulls his head to the side by his hair and bites his necks. Making them both cum instantly.

"FUCK, Loons." He sighs before letting her legs drop and laying on her chest. She lazily wraps her legs around his waist. Keeping him inside of her inside the way he likes.

Their heads dance as their hearts and breath sync with each other's. Both falling asleep without moving.

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Luna and Colson have to catch an early flight out. He needs to be back to Cleveland before 3:30P to get Casie off the bus.

The morning is a HUGE struggle. Colson waking up late and Luna fighting the powers that be harder than usual. They take a quick shower together. Banging it out real quick as usual. They both throw casual clothes on with Docs, Luna's hair is up. She has on minimal make-up, only sunblock, mascara and lipstick. Colson carries their bags as they walk to their uber. Glancing over at her, he thinks.

"Damn, my girl looks bangin even hungover...." His mind remembering last night. His dick growing a bit. "I'm so glad she's coming home with me.... Casie will be excited to see her.... Looney Tunes." He smiles as he gets into the uber behind his beautiful lady.

Colson and Luna greet Casie after school, to her bouncing delight. They stop for after school water ice before heading back to Colson's.

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Casie's sitting at the kitchen island, doing homework while Colson is outside on the phone. Luna's beside her, rooting through her bag looking for her charger. Pulling random things out, Casie spies a clear case with set of 2 markers.

"What are those for?" She points at them.

"Those?" Luna asks pointing to them too. "Those are henna pens. Kinda like a fake tattoo you can draw on. Smiling, Luna knows what's coming next.

With big eyes, Casie asks " Will you draw one for me? Please?"

"Of course. Let's finish your homework first and ask your dad though before we do it." Luna tells her.

"Okay." Casie happily agrees, going back to her homework.

Colson comes back into the kitchen, running his hair through his hands.

"You alright?" Luna asks him.

"Yeah..." He sighs, coming over to kiss her cheek. "That was Diddy. He has us booked for a radio interview tomorrow.

Luna looks up at him with a smile, she's still searching through her bag. "I know, Sean texted me when we were in the car." She tells him.

Colson laughs, shaking his head. "It's SO weird that you call him Sean."

Luna shrugs. "We were introduced that way. He's always been Sean, I've always been Luna."

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Through high school Luna had three internships. She got into Vogue her sophomore year, meeting Anna and Francis. Solidifying her seats during fashion weeks. Junior year, she interned at MTV. At a time where it was mostly reality shows, Luna scored the role of Van Toffler's personal assistant. Still running coffee and taking phone calls, Luna picked up the responsibility of Toffler's daily calender, exposing her to the vast sea of artists and mangers that came along with it. Being professional, quick witted and likable, Luna had planted many first name based relationships. Including her one with Sean Combs. Senoir year at SNL, doing  the same.

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"Hey Dad! Can Luna give me tattoos?" Casie interrupts them, waving the pens in the air.

Luna tells him they're henna when Colson looks at her confused. "Uh.. Yeah, Peanut. You finished your homework?"

"Yup!" Casie exclaims.

Plugging her phone in on the counter, Luna tosses the rest of her stuff her bag before sitting down next to the little girl. Casie asks Dad in a heart first, then a rose.

"Not too many." Colson warns "She still has school."

"Okay...." Luna nods. She draws a few pieces on Casie's arms.

Finished, Casie bounces around excitedly. "Take a picture!! Take a picture!!" She shouts.

Luna grabs Colson's phone as he throws his long arms over his daughter. She snaps a quick picture of their arms together.

"I'm gonna get tons of tattoos like you both when I grown up!!" Casie exclaims still bouncing around the kitchen as Colson posts the picture to his IG.

#minime 💘

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The three of them have dinner together, eating tacos at the kitchen table. Colson and Casie have a ritual where they ask each other three questions. "What was the best part of your day? The worst part of your day? and What did you learn?" Luna's finds this to be incredibly smart and is delighted to be included.

They hang out watching tv before Casie has to get ready for bed. Laughing at SpongeBob's adventures.

Colson reads and sings to her as usual. Tucking her in, Casie requests a goodnight kiss from Luna. To which Luna happily obliges.

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Outside by the pool, Colson flops onto a lawn chair. Leaning his head back, let's his arms fall to the side, exhausted. Luna climbs on top of him to lay her face on his chest.

"I hate leaving her." He says into her hair, talking about Casie. Luna doesn't know what to say so she slides her arms around his waist. Hugging him firmly. Listening.

"It's gonna suck. She gets used to me being home and then I'm out again." Colson goes on sighing with his last words.

Outside by the pool, Colson flops onto a lawn chair. Leaning his head back, let's his arms fall to the side, exhausted. Luna climbs on top of him to lay her face on his chest.

"Will she come out on tour at all?" Luna asks, still nuzzled into his chest.

Outside by the pool, Colson flops onto a lawn chair. Leaning his head back, let's his arms fall to the side, exhausted. Luna climbs on top of him to lay her face on his chest.

Snuggling into him, she's asks if he's alright. Colson sighs, wrapping his arms around Luna, pulling her close.

"Yeah, I'm not sure the dates...." He trails off before starting again. "She'll be at ESTFEST tho."

Luna stokes his back while he talks about how he's probably going to miss her first day if the tour heads overseas.

"I really have no idea what to say." Thinks to herself, not knowing how to comfort Colson.

Lifting off his chest to look at him, she smiles, taking a breath. Trying to place her words correctly.

"All you can do is go one obstacle at a time, Bunny." She tells him, stroking his jawline with her thumb. "You don't know about school and the tour yet. So, let that one go for the moment." She kisses him lightly on the lips. "I know it's gonna suck but, you guys have done this before. Like you said, she'll come out for a few dates, ESTFEST, there's always FaceTime. And if you go over seas, you could send her postcards in the mail from each country. That could make it special..." Luna says hopefully.

Stroking her hair as she talks, he pulls her in for another kiss when she finishes. "Postcards are on point. She'd love that shit." He tells her, kissing her again. Pulling away from her, with her face in his hands, he studies her.

"What?" She asks, letting out a low laugh.

"You're not to bad at this kid thing." He tells her, with an impressed look on his face.

"Don't jinx it!!!" She laughs, kissing him again before laying her head back onto his chest.

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Colson and Luna lay, enjoying holding one another for a while. Breathing in the night's air, hearts syncing up with each other. Their quiet times together being some of the most comforting.

Just before they both drift off, Luna gets a text message. The sound of the harmonica startling them. It's a text from Peter, the head of her lable, he wants her in NY for a meeting on Thursday.

Luna shows Colson to both their dismay. Casie's right, she is always leaving.

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To be continued.....

[banesbottombitch]

“I can’t stand how they’re looking at you.” with Patrick. Tozier!Reader would work

I cheated and made them have a casually friendly relationship because I needed to throw in some fluffy shit. Still Tozier!Reader tho. I have waited eons to write a pairing doing a cigarette kiss, so i indulged myself a lil. Hope you like it??

Prompt Used: “I can’t stand the way they’re looking at you.”

Word Count: +1,200

Warnings: None

“I can’t stand how they’re looking at you.”

You looked up from your homework, textbook and notes propped in your lap as you sat cross legged on the bleachers by the track where cross country was making an effort to warm up before their match against a team from Bangor. You thought you had been alone, using your after school time to be a diligent student and get a head start on bullet notes for Lord of The Flies, but with a quick turn of your head to the left, you found Patrick to be standing beside the bleachers.

“Gah-” You flinched, not expecting him to appear out of thin air like he had. “Jesus, give a bitch a warning, Hockstetter.”

His mouth was set in an uncharismatic frown, his focus elsewhere. You followed his eyes, finding them to be resting on a few track members from the Bangor school who watched the two of you while they stretched.

As with most (if not all) track stars, they were decently handsome boys. The lone girl on their team seemed bored to tears, talking absently to a team member as she bent and stretched her limbs in preparation. The boys paid her no mind, and you realized with a little grin that they were stealing glances at you.

“Ooo,” You wagged your eyebrows, waving delicately to the boys from across the track. One dared to wave back, flashing an arrogant little grin when he noticed you do so. “They’re cute.”

Patrick scoffed, hauling himself up onto the bleachers and dropping down beside you. A lanky arm snaked its way around your waist, a possessive hand grabbing at your hip as he unfurled long legs and leaned back against the metal seats with you. “You have shit taste in guys, Tozier.”

You attempted to bat away his hand, annoyed he would be so touchy. “Hands off the merchandise, bub. Don’t you have kids to terrorize.”

“I could take a swing at Bucky Beaver, if that tickles your fancy.” He offered uselessly, digging into the pocket of your bomber jacket and stealing your pack of cigarettes. You gave a little sound of irritation, stuffing a hand in your other pocket and procuring a lighter, which you tossed at the dark haired boy before he needed to ask.

“Don’t even try it, Hockstetter.” You asided, but you knew his threat was empty and he was more interested in sizing up the track boys from across the field. “What, you gonna eye fuck them to death?”

Patrick stuffed a cigarette between his lips, taking another out and graciously holding it out for you to take filter first. You leaned down, snagging the cigarette with your teeth and allowing him to light the end. You inhaled, blowing small clouds of smoke as Patrick pressed the unlit end of his cigarette to yours, where he sucked on the filter and lit his own after a few seconds.

The two of you parted, taking long drags and exhaling sweet smelling smoke as the track members began their sets. The same boy who had shot you an eager grin earlier stole glances all throughout the afternoon, even as Patrick leaned to murmur things in your ear and played with the hem of your shirt, always threatening to let his fingers wander.

You were honestly shocked when the boy came over later, a towel wrapped around his neck and running tanned fingers through his hair. His smile was dazzling as he meandered to your side by the bleachers, completely ignoring the burning stare Patrick set on him with his approach.

“Hey.” He said casually, and you rose an eyebrow with a small smile, feeling Patrick’s nails dig into your side in warning.

You decided to humor the cute boy who was obviously interested in you, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the smug grin that threatened to over take your innocent smile. You turned to fully face him, your back to Patrick. “Hey. Nice set, your times are fantastic.”

“Ah, thanks. I’m the team captain after all, so I hope they’re good.” He gained an ego boost from your compliment, and you wondered if you were supposed to be impressed with his title.

“Does the team captain have a name?” You said slyly, choosing to close your textbook and flick your long finished cigarette butt out from between the pages. “Mine’s [First Name].”

“Ian.” His light blue eyes sparkled. “You’ve got a pretty name. A Pretty name for a gorgeous girl.”

And then like death himself, Patrick rose to a straight backed sitting position, easily dwarfing you to glower over your head. He hovered before you found both his arms wrapping around your shoulders and with a sharp tug, your back met his chest. A sharp chin found its way to the crown of your head, and you felt the rumble of his voice through his broad chest as the dark haired boy spoke.

“I’m Patrick.”

It was a simple introduction, but the venom in his tone and the threat that weaved between his words was obvious. Ian tensed, not expecting Patrick to have the intimidating presence he held.

“Uh, you guys… A thing?” His words were awkwardly placed, and you could have sworn he paled slightly, the color in his tanned cheeks fading as Patrick shot him a wicked smirk.

“No.”

“Yes”

The two of you spoke in unison, confusing Ian further and hindering your chances at snagging track team ass significantly.

You craned your neck up, eyes narrowed at the leather jacket clad boy. “Excuse me?”

Patrick’s lips twitched, and he watched you through his lashes. “You heard me, Tozier.”

Before you could argue, he pressed a dry kiss to your lips, as if that answered the hundreds of questions you had. He pulled back, amused by your now horrified expression.

Ian clicked his tongue. “Kay then. See you around, uh, [First Name].” He stepped away from the bleachers while your eyes smoldered, your mouth set in a frustrated frown.

He left the two of you in a hurry then, and you wiggled out of Patrick’s grip, forcing him to scoot away with the bottom of your maroon docs, sliding him down the bleacher with a disgusted look.

“Gross, Hockstetter. Don’t pull that shit again, I wanna get laid, I don’t need you fucking with my mojo.”

“You know you liked it, Princess.” He laughed, standing and stretching. “That guy wasn’t worth your time.”

He began to stomp down the bleachers with his heavy boots, and you called after him.

“Don’t spread a rumor we’re dating or you’ll regret it!” The threat was playful all the same, and he glanced over his shoulder as he made it to the bottom of the steps, his eyes lazily scanning you up and down.

“Didn’t you hear me?” He spun, hands shoved in his pockets as his lips pulled into a broad smirk. “I said we were dating, It’s not some rumor, Trashmouth.”

Your brow furrowed. “Huh?”

Wait.

Oh.

OH. NO.

“See you around, Babe.” Patrick rounded the bleachers, leaving you.

You stood up, face red with humiliation as you yelled after him in a panic. “Patrick! Pat! What the hell?! No, get back here! Don’t you walk away from me!”

He ignored you, and you saw his shoulders shake with laughter as he headed further and further away. Hastily, you stuffed your backpack with your textbook and homework, running off after him, swearing after his retreating form along the way.

[agentdammers]

Grand Torchwood Rewatch 1x12 & 13

IF YOU FALL I WILL CATCH U I’LL BE WAITING........ T I M E A F T E R T I M E

One season down...... It’s a Finale Double Whammy, just as it aired back in 2007! Crumbs of Jack Lore drop into our laps, some absolute plot bullshit takes place, an old man is there!!! fuck it let’s get this over with

content warn: pisstaking, fun having, oh! plot bullshit!, i absolutely lose my fucking mind, Owen Harper!!! I Won’t Hesitate Bitch

1x12 “captain jack harkness”

- a thought before we dive in, but man owen gets A LOT of story stuff over the course of the 2 seasons he’s in right??? like more story stuff than ianto and tosh combined. interesting

- AH FUCK!!! A VOTE SAXON POSTER. REMEMBER WHEN?

- so..... here’s a thing. “Ohhh people have heard music from a derelict building! better send torchwood in!” how... does that come about? Could it be squatters or something??? fuck it, let’s send in a Secret Government Agency! they’ll sort it out. i mean we don’t know what they do exactly but i imagine at least one of them is a ghostbuster or something lmao, whatever

- OH NO THIS CREEPY OLD BITCH!!! i forgot how scary he looked!! god, this dude must be a million, or a vampire, or likely both

- tosh’s eyes get SO BIG WHEN THAT GUY ASKS HER TO DANCE I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!! she’s the best one!!!!!!

- wish i could wipe this episode entirely from my memory because that fucking reveal when the Real jack harkness introduces himself? F    U    C   K

- speaking of tosh, finding it extremely unconvincing that she, a tech nerd, would go out with a laptop with an almost completely flat battery... like, c’mon. she would be prepared

- Gwen cooper, a fully adult woman: haha me and my friends;;;; came here 4 a dare;;; cos its spooky lol....

- the camera on this show has me fucking SCREEEAMING “He wears a cravat.” THERE’S A DRAMATIC SLOW MOTION ZOOM IN ON THIS GUYS FUCKING CRAVAT AND THEN ON IANTO’S FACE LOOKING AT IT AND ITS ALL IN FUCKING EARNEST LET ME DIE!!!!!!!!!

- the dance they’re at is called “KISS THE BOYS GOODBYE DANCE”, which is what my finishing move would be called if i was a character in a fighting game

- ianto and owen slapfighting over their shit girlfriend experiences fucking owns genuinely lmao

- tosh pops the top off a tin and then cuts her hand open on the obviously blunt fucking lid?????? jesus christ

- “I’m tired of living in awe of the rift!!!” .....................first i’ve heard of it. I love that owen is talking as though the rift has been a major fucking factor throughout the entire series up until this point, rather than a thing that’s just been vaguely fucking referenced as the reason why a bunch of weird shit just seems to happen in cardiff. no, im not standing for this. You can’t pull out the rift at the eleventh hour and then talk about it as though it’s a Hugely Important plot device when the biggest role it’s had over the stretch of the entire 11 Whole Ass episodes prefacing this was to allow the plane to come through in “out of time”. y’all have barely mentioned the rift this entire time and now you want to act like its the hellmouth??? eat my ass!!!!!!

- and continuing on that note: apparently they’ve had a machine that can manipulate the rift in the hub......... the entire goddamn time. but no one thought to MENTION it i guess!!!!!!!! pfft, why would THAT be important??? right???? right?????

this plot bullshit almost makes me feel bad for how harsh i was about “cyberwoman” but, i will admit.... despite this Absolute Fucking Nonsense, i do find the jack and tosh storyline in this episode really fun and interesting. its just unfortunate that all the stuff arrrrround that is some kind of fic scrawled in the back of a kid’s math book.

- also the size of owen’s fucking NADS in this episode!!!!!!!! “Don’t compare yourself to me.” SAYS MAN CRYING OVER THE GIRL HE KNEW FOR ONE (1!) (SINGULAR) WEEK!!!! as opposed to ianto’s longterm girlfriend being turned into a monster and eventually murdered by his own team!!!! Like, i understand that’s owen’s problem actually goes beyond that, and its not so much about diane herself but about the fact that he let himself feel close to someone again after his fiancee died but for us, The Audience, watching this as it airs... we haven’t unlocked owen’s tragic backstory yet. and without knowing all that it just makes owen look really bad and like a huge fucking tool lmfao.

- NEVERMIND THE END IS GAY AND SAD AND Y’KNOW!!!!!! i am a man of simple pleasures, at heart, and so... i’ll let it slide. jack meeting his namesake knowing that he’s going to die and them having a moment is more of the kind of emotional content we would get in episodes of doctor who, and its Just Right

- in honesty, theres a bunch of stuff about this ep that i DO like. that tosh gets a prominant role for a change, while gwen gets to do fuck all. the whole Real Jack story. owen gets shot and pops a tit out at the end. its just unfortunate thats its all wrapped up in this rift thing thats been wheeled out last minute for a Big Season Finale with no real foreshadowing or build up to it at all lmao. but, moving on...............................................................................................

1x13 “end of days”

- RHYS BUNS DETECTED, A SOUND WAY TO KICK OFF ANY EPISODE

- lovely reading voice ianto’s got..... i also like owen acting up to make sure we know that they remember him being shot in the shoulder last episode lol.

- “owen, if you open the rift you’ll break it” (owen opens the rift anyway) “owen, you opening the rift broke it” (owen GASPS IN DISMAY, ME??? REALLY?) yes bitch open your ears

- “So are we going to sit around crying into our lattes or are we gonna do something about it?” OWEN..... IS THIS. SUPPOSED TO SOUND BADASS I.... GENUINELY CANT TELL? IT SOUNDS BAD, OWEN

- jack was so likeable last ep now he’s a DICK. gwen calls him out on how he talked to owen and he’s really fucking catty at HER for no reason at all????

- i haaaaaaaaate this scene in the hospital where a Mystery Illness has all the fucking symptoms of the bubonic plague but apparently every doctor in the entire hospital never did high school level history and are all incapable of recognising it. if fucking *i* know what symptoms of the bubonic plague are im sure they didn’t need Absolute Brain Genius Owen Harper who is seemingly the only person with any sense in cardiff to come in and diagnose it. i also hate how owen just like casually mentions to the doctor yep, this is caused by people falling through time dude yknow!!! like they do!! expect more of this to keep happening probably idk!!

- “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU OPENED THE RIFT WITH THIS MACHINE WE HAVE THAT’S FOR UHHHHHHHH UHHHHHHH OPENING THE RIFT *big fuck off galaxy brain*” thats basically this episode.

- i love that owen has followed jack all this time but NOW in a crisis is the time to actually lose it and start questioning his authority bc they dont Actually know who jack is like???? you’ve been fine not knowing this entire time before??? thats not to say that jack isn’t an entire dumbass himself. he expects them all to follow him blindly and its so creepy. he’s like a cult leader, and as they all have Torchwood Stockholm Syndrome that ive mentioned in previous episode run downs they’ve all just gone along with it.

- owen having a little cry on the way out is such a Good scene bc he puts on such a brave and defiant front tho 💕💖💘💕

- i dont know why the really quick flashback to diane flying off in the plane made me lose my fucking mind, its just like “LMAO IN CASE U FORGOT: SHE WAS THE PLANE LADY. I KNOW SHE WAS ONLY IN FOR LIKE TWO MINUTES, BUT DONT WORRY ABOUT IT.”

- gwen for fucks sake!!!!!!!! not again!!!!! after all the cryptic shit and lies she’s told rhys up until this point, she now knocks him out and locks him in a cell and STILL offers no explanation. this poor fucking dude!!!!!!!!! and it’s about to get even worse for him...

- the way gwen screams “RHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUURRRRRSSSSS”

- YES EVERYONE REBEL AGAINST JACK!!!!!!! FUCK THIS DUDE!!!! you’re doing what a creepy old dude who is Absolutely Definitely evil wants, but still

- why does gwen start doing shit on the computer when toshiko, the computer expert, is standing right there, like.............

- JACK TRYING TO SMACKTALK TO ENTIRE GANG LIKE HIS OWN CLOSET ISN’T CHOCKFUL OF FUCKING SKELETONS

- i forget, does anyone know jack’s immortal apart from gwen? or was it just the shock of owen actually Shooting Their Boss? the only onscreen death i can recall of his after suzie shot him was in “cyberwoman”

- god, minutes ago they were all like FUCK JACK!!!! JACK DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO SAVE US AFTER ALL!!! and now theyre all crawling back asking jack to save them all from cgi pig Ganon and its just..... a lot to happen, over the space of about half an hour.

- the ending is so anticlimatic and also why does sucking all the Yummy Life Energy out of jack make abaddon die?????????? Though in its defence... after like 3 bowls of cereal, i too am like OUCH OOF MY BONES

- aaaaaaaaaand rhys is back! will he get treated any better from here on out? i dont remember!!! guess we’ll see.

- bit much of gwen who’s actually known jack the shortest time of them all to be like NO, let ME be with him uwuwuwuuw

- ahhh!!! ianto smelling jack’s coat ;_;

- aaaand jack’s back too. AND HE GETS TO HOLD A CRYING OWEN? FOR ME? oh you shouldn’t have! this Almost makes up for all that rift plot bullshit (almost. i still know what u did.)

- ANDDDDD OH SHIT. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE GOOD ENDING. HERE COMES THE TARDIS. FUCKING YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...............................and there it goes. one season down. sorry this one was so long!!! i love and appreciate anyone to takes the time to read these posts. thank u!!!!

[xmenimagine]

Imagine: Opposites Attract.

Requested by Anon. Includes: Peter Maximoff x Reader Request: * Could I request a little one shot with Peter Maximoff? Something to do with Peter and his partner being total opposites; he being the mischievous and sarcastic one and the other being a sweet and totally selfless! And maybe everyone questions their relationship so Peter gets quite self-conscious and starts worrying! The reader's powers could be like chlorokinesis, that would be awesome! If not, dw: your writing is amazing tho! Please carry on 🌸 Ability: Chlorokinesis-Ability to control, manipulate or generate plants. 

Note: Enjoy?

    To say Peter was hyperactive would probably be an understatement. For as long as you had known him he was always bouncing off the walls with energy, constantly wanting to move about, and when he wasn't, he'd twitch. You, on the other hand, were more content with laying down all day staring up at the ceiling while soft music played from the record player.

    There were times when you lost yourself in the song that you'd open your eyes to vines curling up the walls, twisted around the frame of the bed, small tiny flowers sprouting from the walls and window, it would take a while for you to get them under control and have them seep back into themselves before vanishing. The first time Peter had walked in on you taking a nap, he had been caught up in the growing vines, pinning him to the wall. By the time you woke up you could just about see his face and outstretched arm grabbing the air at you.

    The amount of apologises that you gave were completely lost to Peter when he saw you picking up the large thick vines covered in moss, talking to yourself and the plants like an embarrassed mother would to their child. The plants seemed to have a mind of their own when around you, circling around your waist, clinging onto you as you picked them up, talking to them. He wasn't paying attention to anything but yourself, even after you made the vines drop him from the wall and his body fell in a heap. Peter watched as you pushed open your window, sending the plants to crawl up the walls outside, decorating over half of the outside mansion wall.

    "Sorry about that, they tend to get excited," you'd murmur like they were, in fact, your children, misbehaving at a shop while you would apologise to the other shoppers.

    Ever since that day, Peter had been almost completely enamoured by you and your ability, at how caring and nurturing you were, not only to your plants but to the other mutants at the school. He found out that you helped Charles out in the office, occasionally looking through files to see when the birthdays of the mutants were to send small flowers their way. It brought a smile to his face when you were with him and some of the younger students nervously came up to you to ask if you could create flowers for their friends or significant other on Valentine's Day—which became a tradition for you. If one of the students didn't have a Valentines, you specifically make them a large bouquet of flowers for them so they didn't feel left out.

    Charles had asked you, personally, to tend to the gardens around the mansion, which you were more than happy to do. During your break, you wandered over to Peter, who was underneath a tree with Scott, Jean, Jubilee, Kurt, and Ororo. Peter automatically smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you sat down.

    "Hey, babe," Peter greeted you, kissing your cheek.

    "Hi," you replied quietly, smiling shyly to yourself.

    "How are the kids?"

    "What? What kids?" Scott looked over to the two of you, interrupting his conversation with Kurt.

    You rolled your eyes as Peter grinned. "He means my plants."

    "Oh." Scott laughed to himself. "Why do you call them kids?" His attention turned to Peter.

    Peter sat back, removing his arm from your shoulder to lay behind himself. "I snuck up on her when she was in the garden once—"

    "Oh god," you groaned.

    "I thought it would be funny to scare her, I've done it before and the plants shoot up from the ground and tangle around her. So, I snuck up behind her, I screamed and, I guess, her reflex was to turn around, insanely fast might I add for someone who doesn't have super speed, and karate chop me in the neck yelling to leave her children alone and that she'd sue for damages," he finished, laughing loudly.

    "In my defence, it was night-time, I was half asleep and you said you were going home an hour before."

    "What if I had been Charles?"

    "For starters, Charles wouldn't scream like a little girl who cut her own hair for the first time expecting a different result as her hair fell onto her lap and she was left with a bald patch—"

    "That's so accurate," Jubilee commented pointing to Peter. "You do scream like that."

    "Shut up," he mumbled to her. "I have a manly scream."

    "Yeah, if that man sucked a load of helium." Jubilee crossed her arms.

    "Anyway," you stressed. "Charles is in a wheelchair, he's not as tall as you. If it was him I would have hit the air, not his neck."

    "Okay, I see your point." Peter nodded as he laid back completely on the grass.

    "You said you wouldn't bring it up," you mumbled as you laid next to him.

    "I'm sorry, but it was cute, you know I haven't done anything like that since."

    "I know, thank you." You smiled softly. "I love you." You pressed a kiss to his lips, hearing him mumble it back before you sat back up. Ororo had a smirk on her face when you looked back over to the group. "What?" You asked nervously.

    "Ask Peter, he's the one with the flowers in his hair."

    "What?" You turned back to face him, your cheeks heating up as you noticed the bright tiny flowers tangled in his silver hair. "Oh, sorry about that. I forget that happens."

    Peter shrugged, picking them out of his hair as you stood up. "Going back to work?" You hummed with a nod in response. "Okay, see you later."

    "Bye guys." You waved to them before walking off.

    Peter continued to watch you leave, into the garden covered by the tall hedges, until he couldn't see you anymore. He sat up, turning back to the group, brushing the grass from his jacket.

    "How are you two still dating?" Ororo asked, chuckling as she shook her head, leaning back against the large tree.

    "What do you mean?"

    "Well, for starters, you're always pulling pranks, even going to the extent of lying to them saying you aren't."

    Peter shrugs. "That's not really a starter."

    "Okay, well, you know they don't like it when you lie to them." She pointed at him.

    "It's not a big lie."

    Kurt cleared his throat. "You don't always answer them honestly when they ask for your opinion or help, you know that frustrates them, especially when they don't realise that you're doing it."

    "They find it funny afterward," he defended himself.

    "No, not all the time." Jean shook her head.

    "Yeah, Peter. Who knows, maybe they'll realise that they are better off without the constant sneak attacks and whiplashes." Scott shrugged. "Just sayin'."

    Peter didn't respond, he simply nodded his head with a blank look on his face getting up. "I'm going to get some Twinkies."

-

    Later that day, Peter didn't go looking for you, which was odd. Instead, you turned off your record and went looking for him. It took almost an hour to find him before you saw his silver hair zipping back and forth in the danger room. He seemed rather nervous, for a better lack of words. Peter didn't notice you walk in, or even the fact that you created a chair out of vines to sit and watch him. His body blurred back and forth, creating a headache to form over your temples.

    "Pete." You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

    He didn't seem to hear you, so you spoke louder.

    "Pete."

    Again, there was nothing.

    "Peter!"

    He stopped, letting out a puff of hair as he clapped his hands together, looking anywhere but your face, running his hands through his hair as he removed his goggles from his face.

    "Why are you down here?"

    "I just wanted to do some running." He shrugged.

    "You're not looking at me," you noted. "Have I done something wrong?"

    "No...Maybe..."

    "Peter," you spoke softly, getting up from the chair. Peter glanced over and watched as it shrunk into itself, leaving behind an indent in the ground from where the roots dug in. "Please talk to me."

    "You deserve better." He stepped back, away from you, as you stepped closer.

    You paused. "What's that supposed to mean?"

    "You deserve someone who is good for you."

    "Why are you saying this?"

    "The others—"

    "Shouldn't get a say in our relationship. Are you seriously going to let them dictate what we have between us?"

    "What do we have between us?"

    "I was hoping for a healthy relationship based on trust and mutual respect for one another."

    "You shouldn't trust me."

    "Don't you dare tell me what I should do," you argued. You didn't usually talk to him like that, he didn't know how he should respond, he didn't like it.

    "I'm sorry." He shook his head.

    "Are they bothering you?"

    "I can handle it."

    "Apparently you can't." He looked at you sadly. "Peter, I know when I should walk away from something that isn't good for me. Have I done that with us? No. No, I have not. You know why?" He shook his head. "Because I know you wouldn't hurt me. Not intentionally. You would never be malicious towards me or my feelings towards you."

    "I'm not a good person."

    "Says who? Scott? Jean? Jubilee? Kurt? Ororo?" You took another step closer to him, this time he didn't move away. "Or are you saying this?"

    He opened his mouth. "I just want you to be happy."

    "You make me happy? Can't that be enough? Can't people see that? Why do they have to mess with that?" You were now standing in front of him.

    "What if you realise you're better off without me?"

    "Never. Because that's impossible." You cupped his cheeks, making him look at you. "How long have you known me?"

    Peter sighed. "Almost three years."

    You hummed. "I've never been happier than I have in those three years of knowing you. Please don't throw us away. Don't listen to anyone but yourself when it comes to our relationship. They don't see everything that we do, they don't know what we have between us." You shook your head. "Don't let them think that they do. Okay?"

    "Okay," he nodded with a hushed whisper.

    "Good," you concluded. "I love you."

    "I love you too."

    "I'd hope so." You smiled, bringing his lips closer to yours, pressing a kiss to his lips as your eyes closed.

    His hands gently wrapped around your waist as the thick vines began to sprout around the two of you, climbing up the walls of the danger room, weaving in and out of the panelled walls, twisting around the light fixtures, hanging from the ceiling in thick branches and blooming flowers that covered large patches of the ground. The smaller vines wrapped around both of your bodies as you pulled apart. The room was almost completely submerged in greenery and some small fire fires hovered around in the air.

    You looked over to Peter with a shy smile, there were flowers tangled in his hair. "Sorry about that. I forget that happens."

    Peter grinned looking down at you, chuckling as he shook his head.