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anonquack · 3 years

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| His Merch |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 4256

Warnings: None, just some curse words. Fluff :]

Summary: Being such good friends with Quackity leads to the inevitable; catching feelings. In fear of ruining your friendship with him, you kept quiet about your feelings. Although usually good at that, after a merch drop and a slip-up on stream, you prepare yourself for the worst. Queue the incoming call from Quackity himself.

Today had been a productive day, in your opinion. You'd woken up earlier than usual, ate breakfast, cleaned around your apartment, and managed to get started on editing a video you'd recently filmed.

That's why you considered yourself very deserving of sitting down and enjoying your friend's stream as you ate some snacks.

Quackity had a fun stream planned, and had hyped up a 'big announcement' on Twitter, and the whole timeline was already speculating what it could be as they awaited for Quackity to start stream.

Being his friend had some perks though, contrary to popular belief. He'd discussed with you what the big announcement was as you sat on call with him a few nights prior to the big day. It was merch, and according to your past experience with Planet Duck products, it was sure to be soft and super comfy. You were very much looking forward to getting your hands on some of his new merch.

He'd brought up sending some to you, one of the previously mentioned perks of being his friend, but you politely declined. Much to his surprise. He'd asked why and you'd simply stated that "It was fine," and perhaps it came off as a bit rude. A 'no thanks' to his merch that you hadn't even seen.

But you had plans of your own, you wanted to acquire said merch on your own, and support him financially in the process. He didn't have to know that though, so with a small 'Oh' from him as his response, you swiftly changed topic of conversation.

Now here you sat, watching the stream as Quackity explained what he'd be doing with his friend John Smith. Riding go-karts around what looked like a storage unit. You couldn't help but worry as you watched them zoom around, occasionally getting close to crashing, and eventually doing just that.

The stream itself was rather fun to watch, but you kept your debit card beside you. This was in case he decided to drop the merch announcement out of nowhere. And that was exactly what he did. Another perk of being his friend was you grew a 6th sense for these type of things. Always had a feeling for what was about to happen when it came to Quackity.

You watched as the chat freaked out, watched as the notification from Planet Duck went out, notifying everybody that the merch had been released. You quickly typed into your computer, and the internet seemed to be taking its time to redirect you to Quackity's merch site.

After some time, it finally loaded and you began to look at all the options. The merch was wonderful, Quackity had been hyping it up to you (you'd asked for no reveals, wanting to wait like everyone else) and he had been absolutely right.

Most of the designs were new, except for the iconic Planet Duck logo, and were all very cute. You had Quackity's stream playing in the background as you maneuvered your way around the site, finally deciding on which merch you'd be buying.

As you went to purchase, a red sign alerted you that there was no shipping to your location. To which you quickly raised an eyebrow, panic starting to rush through you. Maybe you should've accepted his offer.

After refreshing multiple times and watching the Twitter timeline freak out as well over the inability to ship to several locations, it finally seemed to work, and the payment finally went through. A big "Thank you for your purchase" appearing onto the screen.

You let out a sigh of relief, clicking back onto the tab where the stream was, a small smile on your face. You'd actually managed to get it on your own. It was nerve-racking, when it seemed like you wouldn't be able to get the shipping to work, when it seemed like it'd sell out before you had the chance to buy some.

Now you finally understood what it felt like, the stress of getting your hands on merch before it sold out. It'd been an exhilerating experience.

You relaxed into your seat as Quackity's laugh filled the room. He was recreating bits from Fast and Furious, and zooming all over the place. You watched with a fond smile as he drove around, throwing random Spanish profanities at John Smith here and there.

The funky heart glasses he had on did nothing to ease the warmth that was spreading through your chest at the sight of him. You were suffering due to your confusing feelings towards your close friend, but nobody knew, or at least that is what you told yourself.

You tried to focus on something else, something that wasn't solely him. The go-karts were going pretty fast, and you remembered the scene they were recreating from the movie. Whichever random thought came to mind, you'd focus on it instead, too scared to let your thoughts wander elsewhere.

When it came to and end, you were conflicted. You were glad your heart would be able to catch a break, but you also missed him almost immediately. Sickening, really.

You took some time to reflect on what you'd done so far. Cleaned, ate your meals, worked on some editing, got some Quackity merch, and enjoyed a fun stream. It was rather productive, to say the least.

But there was still some time left in the day, and you figured you'd put the energy coursing through your body to use.

Taking a seat at your desk, you turned your monitor on before opening the twitch app. An alt stream would be perfect right now. After going live and sending out a tweet letting your followers know you were live, you patiently waited for the viewers to start coming in.

Considering this was an alt stream, you figured you'd play some random game and just chat for a bit before heading to bed. As the viewers came in, you gave your greetings before opening a tab for roblox, getting on a random server to play an obby game as you talked to chat.

There was a content smile on your face as you asked chat how their day had been, how they were feeling, your little character jumping around and passing through the beginner levels on the obby game.

"I'm actually in a really good mood, chat. My day has been going so well." You began, glancing at chat here and there, smile growing at the memory of the adventures acquiring Quackity merch.

After the chat was flooded with questions asking about what had happened, you indulged. "I was watching Quackity's stream earlier today, and it was so much fun!" The smile grew before softening as you focused on the obby. "I was also able to get some of his new merch."

The chat erupted into bits of 'friends supporting friends' to 'y/n in quackity merch???' and people yelling that they had been or weren't able to get merch.

Seeing the chat made you laugh, nodding your head a bit. "No because I was so nervous I wouldn't be able to get some-" you admitted, attention now focused solely on telling the viewers about your own experience.

"I was trying to purchase, and there was a line, and then it said it wouldn't ship to my location?? I was so worried I wouldn't be able to get some. But it finally worked. I'm excited for it to get here." You finished your small rant, a content smile on your lips.

Chat consisted of people agreeing with the technical difficulties occurring at the time of the merch drop, others saying they were too broke to buy anything. It felt nice, to see something from their perspective and also have shared an experience like this.

"Big Q actually offered to send me some, but I told him no because I wanted to get it myself.. Wanted to get it fair and square." You said as you refocused on the obby in front of you, fond smile on your face as you thought about how nice he was. He was willing to send all of his friends some of his merch, free of cost.

"Also wanted to give him my support by actually purchasing it, you know?" You added, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as it leaned against your desk. You took this time to read chat, which was exploding with what you thought was a combination of Quackity's username with yours, and 'bffs ur honor!!'.

You smiled at that, hands finally moving your character around. "Really, he has been such an amazing friend, extremely welcoming, always fun to be around. And just.. life is never dull when he's around. He's always been there for me when I needed it and well‐" A pause. "I'm glad I was able to support him in some way." You hummed softly as you finished up yet another small rant about Quackity.

At the realization that you'd been talking about him for far too long, and that he was not meant to be the focus of your alt stream, you cleared your throat and began focusing on the obby game once again.

You shifted the topic of conversation to the video you'd also been editing today, and that quickly took everyone's attention away from how affectionately and fondly you'd been speaking of your dear friend. Everyone was now excited about the new video.

Seeing how easily the chat's focus changed made you ease up a bit, and you were able to enjoy the rest of your stream playing random roblox games and discussing some stuff with chat. It lasted for a bit longer before you finally decided to end stream.

Some goodbyes and after stream officially ended, you found yourself on Twitter. Everything seemed pretty peaceful on the timeline, up until the trending page came up.

Your name was trending, along with 'QUACKITY IN CHAT' and the infamous combination of usernames. A monstrosity, really.

You heard yourself audibly gulp as you clicked on the trending topic 'quackity in chat'. Much to your dismay it was true. There was screenshots that showed Quackity was watching your stream. That meant that he'd heard you talking about him in that sickening tone. That tone that was unnecessarily sweet and fond.

You didn't know who was freaking out more, the so-called shippers, the timeline, or yourself. You gently bit at the inside of your cheek, scrolling and reading all the tweets of people trying to guess how Quackity must've felt while hearing all that. Others raising an eyebrow at how long you'd gone on about Quackity and how 'perfect' he was.

You'd fucked up, that was for sure, and it wasn't even intentional or fan service of any kind. It was an alt stream, it wasn't planned in any way, shape, or form. He'd been brought up, and you'd accidentally spilled all fond thoughts you held of him.

Your cursor hovered over a specific tweet that read, 'want someone to talk about me the way y/n talks about big q'. It was sweet, and perhaps made you smile just a little bit.

As you read it over in your head, a notification popped up on your screen, the discord notification ringing in your ears as you read who the message was from. Quackity.

You messed around with your mouse for a bit before finally closing the Twitter tab, and instead opting to open the unread message.

Quackity

hey (:

You stared at it for a bit, blinking in disbelief at how normal the message came across. Perhaps he'd tuned in during the last half of the stream. Perhaps he hadn't been able to watch while you rambled about him, and perhaps he hadn't been on Twitter either. One could hope.

y/n hi (:

It showed that he was typing almost immediately after, and you tried your best to calm your nerves.

Quackity call?

You felt yourself tense at the message. Maybe he wanted to let you down kindly. 'Hey! Saw your stream, and I just wanted to ask if you could chill the fuck out. That was kind of creepy. Maybe never speak of me ever again. Do not perceive me any longer, thanks!'

Something along those lines for sure. That's what probably awaited you if you said yes to this. But what exactly were you supposed to do instead?

y/n ofc

It only took a few seconds for the call to come through. Stalling wouldn't help, so you answered by the third ring.

He greeted you, and everything seemed normal. The calls were normal between you two, but you were just on edge due to twitter trending and the stream that took place less than an hour ago.

"How are you feeling, Quackity?" You asked with a small smile, today was a big day for him, and you were sure he'd enjoy talking about how fast the merch sold.

"I'm doing great. Really happy that the fans liked the designs and just.. we sold a lot. I'm happy." He restated the last bit, the smile was obvious in his voice. You didn't have to be seeing it to know. Another perk of being so close to him. You had a clear visual image of what he probably looked like right now. Cute smile plastered onto his equally cute face.

"I'm really happy for you, Big Q. You deserve all the success that is coming your way and more." You hummed softly. Everything you were saying, you meant wholeheartedly. There was silence for a bit before he finally spoke again.

"I watched your stream."

Fuck. There it was. You should've expected it but it still hit like a ton of bricks. You felt your mouth turn dry, could barely manage to get out the word, "Yeah?"

"Mhm." Straight to the point. There was a bit of silence, you were unsure of what to say. Why had he brought it up? It was bound to happen, but what was the reason behind bringing it up? To tease you, let you know he wasn't interested, or because roblox obbies are just so much fun?

"You didn't have to buy it, you know?" He finally said, breaking the silence.

"I wanted to." You reassured, "the merch is really pretty. Worth every penny."

"I could've sent you whichever you wanted." He stated bluntly. As if it was weird of you to have gone and bought it on your own.

"Thank you, but I wanted to buy it myself. Let me? Please?" Let me show my support this way, is what you meant to say. It came out softer than intended, and you could feel your heart beating against your ribs. You really needed to watch your tone around him.

"Of course." He responded, just as softly. He'd drive you crazy one of these days. They'd have to lock you up, and you'd never see the light of day again.

"Did you have fun riding the go-karts?" You asked, a small smile on your lips as you wandered back onto the Twitter tab, a clip of his stream now on display on the timeline.

He let out a small laugh, "I did. Did you enjoy watching it?" You nodded before responding, "Of course. Was concerning watching you crash into walls though."

He hummed softly in response, possibly contemplating what to say with how long he took before he spoke again.

"Did you really mean all the things you said on stream?"

Somehow, even with your own attempts to change topic, the focus was back on your stream and the things that had been said. You wouldn't be able to dig yourself out of the hole you'd dug.

It was entirely your fault, for even allowing yourself to consider him as anything but a great friend. It was your fault for taking the late night calls, the sweet tones, and messages the wrong way. Your interpretations were all wrong and now you'd have to sit here and apologize for practically outing yourself on stream. For letting the whole world know that you had romantic feelings for a good friend of yours. You'd probably made him so uncomfortable.

You felt yourself cringe slightly at his words, already gone quiet for far too long. You had to speak up, even if it lead to a good friendship ending a few minutes from now.

"Of course I did. You're great, Alex." The use of his name was meant to assure him you meant it wholeheartedly. It made the moment feel more intimate, too. Much to your own dismay, yet again. You couldn't help it.

The possibility that your friendship with him could come to an end real soon made you act on your feelings. It left you unhinged. If it was all going to end here, maybe you'd allow yourself to act on impulse. End it with a bang.

"Thank you, really. I know I probably wasn't meant to hear all that, but it was really nice. Made me feel nice as well. And just, seeing that you didn't accept the merch from me because you wanted to support me directly.. thank you."

His voice was soft, felt like warm honey to your taste buds. You could almost hear your heart melting inside your chest, could feel it dripping down and touching your diaphragm, oozing into every single crevice in your body. You'd never understand how he had such effects on you. How he was able to make you so fond of him.

"I meant every single word. You deserve that and so much more." You reassured yet again, a small smile on your lips. You heard him let out a small chuckle, which made you laugh as well.

Moments later, he had turned his camera on, wanting to show you all the merch. You'd asked for him to put it on, since you were a 'visual learner' and had to see it on him in order to fully understand what it looked like. He had playfully rolled his eyes, but hadn't really argued against it.

So there you were, watching as he changed from hoodie to hoodie, moving out of frame to change into the shirts. You could feel your heart thumping harshly against your rib cage at the sight of him. Some looked bigger on him, some looked just right. They all looked wonderful, and super comfy. Perhaps that was simply because they were on him, and he looked so comfy.

He looked like he could give the best hugs.

"You really think so?" His voice came out a bit sheepish, and the light pink that dusted his cheeks was becoming more and more evident. Huh?

"What?" You said, a dumb look on your face as you tried connecting the dots.

"That I could give the best hugs." He stated slowly, as if he was testing how it sounded before adding, "Do you really think that?"

Had you really said that out loud? Fuck. It took acting on impulse to a whole other level. This wasn't something you two usually did, but I guess it was okay since everything might be ending soon. Ballsy moves.

"Yeah. You make the merch look so cozy." Your throat felt dry, eyes glued to his face, wanting to catch every single second of his reaction. Wanting to see each movement of his facial muscles, to find out what it could possibly entail. "Makes me wonder what your hugs feel like." You admitted.

Your eyes scanned the entirety of his face, perking up slightly at the sight of his face flushing, leaving him with the softest tint of pink to spread across his cheeks, almost matching his pretty lips. What the hell did that even mean?

"Maybe you won't have to wonder for too long. With guidelines being lifted and all." The line. Blurred at that very moment, for sure. His eyes were glued to you as well, which only made you hesitate every single movement you could think of doing at that moment.

"And in the meantime? What am I supposed to do?" Risky. Crossing lines, jumping over hurdles. This all had to be against friend rules or something. You could feel your sanity decreasing each second this call went on. But he wasn't stopping any of this either.

"I could send you a hoodie." The sentence brought you out of your Quackity-induced haze, making you quickly shake your head. What? Before you could protest or ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, he explained.

"My hoodie. Y'know. Mine. One I wear. You can give it back when we meet up, perhaps."

Your mouth went dry again, shocked at the domestic feeling it gave. He was suggesting he send one of his hoodies. It would smell like him. It was the closest thing to giving him an actual hug. It would be paradise.

"You'd really do that?" You asked, still in disbelief, but he quickly nodded his head. "Oh." You said softly, before a smile appeared on your face. "I would like that, then."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I'll send it then." He hummed, smile spreading on his lips as well. Everything going on was making you feel dizzy. It felt so surreal.

You'd mentally prepared yourself for the worst, but instead were met with a flirtatious Quackity. He'd said sweet things to you before, but you never allowed yourself to take it seriously, not wanting to get your hopes up. And it never went to this extent.

It seemed he realized what just went down, a loud laugh escaping his lips. "Holy shit. You're gonna have one of my hoodies soon."

"I am." You chimed in, smile on your lips as well.

"And you'll wear it around." He added.

"I will."

"You'll look good, as always."

You could feel the heat rush to your face. What was going on? Was this real, or just a very cruel dream? Alex Quackity was fucking flirting with you.

"Are you flirting with me?" Bewildered tone, raised eyebrows. Your brain couldn't even begin to progress what was being said.

"What the fuck does it look like I've been doing?"

"Have you really?" Warmth spread across your chest at how blunt he was being. The line was gone. It'd been erased, never to be seen again. There was no shame in him. Admitting he was flirting with his whole chest.

"I have. Why are you so surprised though? I've subtly flirted with you before.. and I mean, were you not confessing your undying love to me on stream?" He raised a brow, feigned confusion on his face. He was teasing. You let out a groan, covering your face with your hands as he let out a laugh.

Surreal. He confessed to having flirted with you in the past. So you weren't delusional, nice to know. "Are you done?" You asked, face still covered by your hand in shame.

"I saw a tweet that was saying they felt like third wheels since I was in chat, and you were just going on about everything you liked about me." You kept your face covered. He was not stopping. Now he was the unhinged one.

He was visibly scrolling through the timeline at this point. "Oh, and one saying they want what we have. What do we have?"

You finally uncovered your face. "I don't know. Whatever the fuck this is, I guess?"

"Well, what is this?"

"Mm... whatever you want it to be." You finally answered, and there was a surprised look plastered on his face at that.

"Whatever I want?"

"Yeah." You paused. Would he regret this after he got out of this haze? What if it had just been flirting for fun? But he wouldn't play with your feelings like this, would he?

Alex Quackity was perfect though, and perhaps he had a sixth sense about when stuff was wrong with you, because he caught on to your hesitation.

"Hey." He called out softly. The teasing, flirtatious tone was gone, now replaced by the softer tone reserved for late night calls, or when everybody else in the vc had left and it was just you two.

You look at where his face was on your monitor, relaxing a bit simply by his tone and the soft gaze he held on you.

"I know everything sort of progressed pretty fast tonight.. but your stream really helped me realize a few things. I do like you, y/n. Not fucking around or anything." He said it in a firm tone, one that told you he wasn't messing around, but still felt oh so intimate.

Everything he was saying was exactly what you wanted and needed to hear. Reassurance that your feelings weren't unrequited. You couldn't believe your rambling on stream had lead you guys here.

"I like you, too. If that wasn't obvious already." You mumbled out, eyes averting before glancing to see his reaction. He had the biggest, cutest, grin on his face. Charming, and extremely contagious. You couldn't help but smile back.

Holy shit.

"Is this real?" You asked out loud, smile never leaving your face.

"It is. All thanks to your ranting on stream. How cool is that?"

You couldn't help but still feel rather embarrassed that he'd heard all of it, but it had brought you two here. All embarrassment was worth it. Especially if it meant it opened up a whole new world of possibilities for you two.

"Very cool." You mumbled, before a smile appeared on your lips. Today really couldn't have gone any better.

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daysiwrld · 2 years

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1 :: welcome to paradise

OKAY HI, the first chapter omg i'm so excited!! the title of this chapter was inspired by "welcome to paradise" by green day!! it's on the playlist, so check it out if you'd like (: remember to vote, let me know your thoughts on this chapter at the end, thank you!!

note: i started revising it, and gave up half way, so if you seem some funky wording, punctuation, & grammar, just know ima fix it tomorrow!! ALSO, read the note at the end, it's important.

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"connie, i don't think that's how it works..."

"y/n, seriously how would they even know?"

"connie, you can't lie to the IRS. they're going to know if you lie about how much you've spent when you do taxes."

"you just don't get it, if you just add some extra zeros and purchases you'll get more money on your tax return. you just don't see the vision, y/n. you are not seeing the vision."

with a loud sigh, you brush off connie's last statement, mentally thanking the universe that he doesn't have to start doing taxes until next year. listening to him talk about this had you losing brain cells by the second. you loved connie, truly, & would do anything for him, but sometimes las pendejadas that came out of his mouth had you questioning your love and patience for him.

when you were at the age of five, your parents decided to pick up everything they thought was valuable and move to the united states. this was when you became connie's next-door neighbor & eventually, his best friend. you didn't know how to speak english, but it did not stop connie from wanting to hang out with you, to him, you were the coolest person ever, simply because you spoke spanish. even though he was so young, connie was very patient with you, he never got mad at you because you didn't understand him, he knew it was hard for you already have moved to a foreign country where your mother tongue wasn't spoken by everyone. he wanted you to feel comfortable in your new environment, so even at his small age, he did everything in his power to do so. it wasn't long before you began picking up on the english language, you were young, with going to school & connie helping you as much as he could, you quickly began understanding.

you and connie were inseparable, glued at the hip at all times, like two peas in a pod. your parents and his mom thought it was cute how close you both were & at some point began believing you both would date when you became older. this of course, was not the case, as a few years passed it became very clear to everyone that what you and connie had was strictly platonic. you both viewed & treated each other like siblings, it went as far as you both claiming you were blood siblings to people who didn't know you. of course, not many believed you for you both had quite distinctive features, but it didn't matter to you both, you were children.

you and connie strengthened your relationship with each passing year. living next to each other had its perks. you both attended the same elementary school and could go to each other's house whenever you wanted, it was all perfect...until middle school came along. connie's mom had a close friend who happened to be the principal of a prestigious middle/high school in paradis, this got connie offered a spot at the school with discounted tuition, so of course, connie began attending this school.

nothing changed between you and connie, you both still hung out after school, weekends, and breaks, it just sucked that you weren't going to have him around in school. you weren't the most extroverted person, still aren't, but connie being the biggest extrovert alive really helped you branch out throughout elementary school. it saddened you to know that he wouldn't be there.

connie was also sad about not attending the same school as you, but he knew it was also a good thing for you. you viewed connie as that older brother who you could lean on & while connie didn't mind you relying on him, he knew it would have a negative effect in the long run, and as he predicted, everything turned out alright for you. things went on peacefully for a while up until you both were 13. connie's mom passed away due to a long-term illness and it shook both of your worlds. connie was a single child to a single mom with no close family, he had some extended family, but connie hardly knew them & they lived very far away. your parents had come to love connie with all the time you both spent together, so without hesitation, they took him in. connie was shaken and upset for a short while after his mom's passing, but in enough time he reverted back into the same old happy connie. living with connie was great, it was like he was truly your brother, and it really felt like it to both you and him. connie never once felt out of place at your house, he had spent many sleepovers, dinners, and time there, so this living situation didn't feel any different.

a few months after, when summer had begun, your dad got a job offer in the city of marley, marley was a huge city, and compared to paradis it was better in many ways. the pay was much better there than at his old job, naturally, he accepted it. the move wasn't that bad, you all lived on the outskirts of the city where it wasn't so crowded about 25 minutes from where you lived in paradis. by taking the fast train that connected the cities, connie continued to attend school in paradis. while you went to whatever school was in your district. your life continued the same in a sense, connie was still going to a different school, & hung out with you when you were both out, everything was great.

by this time, connie had made some close friends at his school, you met them a few times before, sasha and jean, they were extremely kind to you and you loved the few moments you shared with them in middle school. jean was especially nice to you. at first you thought he was just being a gentleman, but you found out later through sasha that he developed a huge crush on you from the day he met you, so he treated you extra special. you also found jean attractive when you first met him, though he was a bit shorter than you at the time, and very awkward, but there was something about him that really struck you. of course, due to your growing friendship and friend group, you and jean subconsciously decided to not pursue each other as it could potentially ruin how things were going. it didn't stop feelings from growing though.

sasha was the first real girl friend you ever had & in your eyes, she was the coolest girl ever. she didn't necessarily care about what others thought of her & didn't let herself be brought down easily, you truly admired her for these traits.

...you also found her large appetite quite impressive.

although your high school years weren't...the best, your friend group grew to be the closest during this time, which you were extremely grateful for. with older age you all shared a deeper bond, you told each other secrets, cried on each other's shoulders, and overall cared for each other much more than before. it truly made you happy to have a friend group like them, it was more than you could ask for.

but there was one issue that also bloomed during this period. it had nothing to do with your friend group, but instead with your family. when your parents took in connie, they already loved him and saw him as their own. you were an only child, their only daughter, so when connie came into the picture they were excited because now they finally had a son. your parents loved you, still love you, and you know that, but the love they have, & still have for connie is quite different. they prioritized everything for connie. at first, you thought it was simply because his mom had passed so maybe this was their way of showing compassion, but as time passed you realized that wasn't the case. connie was an amazing person to live with, you could clearly tell his mom raised him right. while your parents never asked him to help around the house, because they deemed it your job, connie always gave a helping hand. he always cleaned up after himself, did his laundry, cleaned his room, and never once got disrespectful with you or your parents. he was amazing...but because of that, you were constantly living in his shadow.

when connie announced he was attending college, your parents were really happy, and told him that he could go anywhere he wanted beacause if he needed tuition help they would be right there to support him. but when you told them you were going to attend a university, the excitement they had for connie was not present for you. they weren't against the idea of you going to college, in fact, once you told them you planned to be an ESL teacher they were delighted, but still, you noticed their happiness wasn't as vivid as it was when connie spoke about college. and it truly hurt you to the core. it felt like the proudness they had for connie was a given, but with you, you felt like you had to work ten times harder to even hear a word of praise from their mouths. you never understood why it was like this, you were their daughter and deserved to be treated equally to connie who was basically your brother.

time passed and eventually you & connie were about to begin your college careers. your parents were a bit sad to hear that connie was attending a college that was more west in paradis because they knew he'd have to dorm there & wouldn't see him as often, but regardless, they were still happy for him. the school he chose was definitely an elite college in paradis, the smartest, richest, and most athletic attended there.

connie wasn't the smartest kid per say, his grades were a little above average, & he maintained a gpa higher than a 3.0. but what connie was truly gifted in was sports. during highschool he played basketball, football, & soccer. he was extremely gifted in all these sports, but out of all of them his soccer skills were out of this world. it was also his favorite sport, apart from particpating in it, he loved watching and talking about it. your dad and connie bonded a lot over the years from their love of soccer, they always watched the live games together, talked about strategies and even bickered when their favorite teams played against eachother. there were even times, before his mom passed, where connie would come over not to hang out with you, but to hang out with your dad. the bond they have is really soemthing else to say the least.

because of his athletic achievements & fafsa, connie was given many grants and scholarships that allowed him to attend his chosen university free without any loans. his mom had also left behind a hefty amount of money that she saved since the moment he was born. she had hoped he wanted to further his education, and wanted to make sure that he didn't struggle finacially if he decided to.

you chose to attend a university more east into marley. you did this because you wanted to have more freedom, from your parents, and from the memories you accumilated in high school. you went as far as to getting a new phone number and deleting all social medias. you really wanted a clean slate, you desperately wanted it. but of course, not everything turns out the way you hope.

when your parents heard that you also chose a college a bit far, they were upset. they automatically assumed you were going to attend a close college so you could continue to live with them, they never imagined you'd chose otherwise. you didn't blame them, you always obeyed their wants and expectations, never trying to go against them in your life, but you needed this. you needed to get away from them and the toxicity that they stained you with over the years.

for once, you wanted to do something for yourself and not for them.

during high school you worked really hard. like connie, you weren't naturally, academically talented, but your parents always expected high grades from you. luckily, because of their high academic expectations, you maintained very high grades, a 4.9 gpa, and managed to graduate top ten of your class. you were given many scholarships & federal grants which covered your full tuition, dorming fees, & even gave you a high amount of extra money in your student refund. your parents were mad, but you didn't care, you didn't need their help anyways. you worked some part-time jobs through out high school, saving everything you could, this along with some student refund, allowed you to buy your own car. of course, it wasn't a brand new, car of the year, but it was good enough for what you needed it for. you managed so much on your own, you struggled, & worked so hard for everything up til that point, you were extremely happy and proud of yourself...you never expected what came to happen during your first year of college.

"y/n, we need to go grocery shopping real soon, we underestimated what we needed last time." connie states as he leaves the living room, making his way to the kitchen.

"yeah, you're right, i mean we had just moved in so you really can't blame us." you exclaim as you get up stretching your limbs and making your way to the kitchen where connie was.

"maybe after jean and sasha leave we can go to walmart if you'd like? also, what time are they coming? you said they were going to come at 12:30, and it's almost 1." you state as you check the time on your phone.

"no se to be honest, they haven't said anything in the groupchat about being lat-"

"WE'RE HERE!!!" jean and sasha both yell as they barge through the door.

"bruh, SHUT UP! es que son pendejos? the neighbors are going to get mad if y'all are yelling like this!" you utter out loudly, in shock of their actions.

"you just yelled yourself." jean deadpans with sasha laughing by his side.

"shut up, i mean, you yelled first so i don't care." you blurt out a little embarrassed that you indeed yelled as well, probably even louder.

"anyways, sorry for being late, we decided to get some snacks from walmart before coming." sasha states lifting her arms to show a few bags.

"aw, thanks guys, we actually don't have much here anyways, we underestimated how much we needed last time we went grocery shopping." connie explains as he rubs his neck, slightly embarrassed.

"no worries!" jean exclaims as he makes his way to the living room, plopping himself on rhe couch.

"come over here, we haven't hung out all together in a while, i missed you guys!"

"jean, we quite literally hung out all together last week..." sasha states, narrowing her eyes at the idiot brunette.

"yes, and that's too long." jean sassily replies.

you, connie, and sasha laugh at jean's childlike attitude as you make your way over to the living room where jean was. as sasha started taking out the snacks & drinks and placing them on the coffee table, you decided to go to the kitchen to grab some plates, utensils, and napkins. jean and sasha really went overboard with snacks, they brought many bags of chips, candy, and cookies. after everything was set, everyone began grabbing snacks & talking about anything and everything. sasha was quick to grab as much of everything as she could, trying to fit her plate to the brim. maybe going overboard with the snacks wasn't a bad idea. you sometimes forgot how big of an appeitite sasha has.

"CONNIE! let's tell y/n that idea we had last week!" sasha suddenly blurts out, putting her plate of snacks down directing her attention to the now confused connie.

"oh come on, you didn't forget did you? remember what we talked about on facetime? like, last friday." sasha excitedly exclaims trying to get connie to remember.

connie furrows his eyebrows deeply, trying to remember what the fuck sasha was talking about.

"sasha, i genuinely do not remember."

"connie...oh my god, the hangout! remember?" sasha questions a bit irritated at connie's forgetfulness.

"OHHH, YEAH! no definitely let's see if she's down to do that, it would so cool!" connie excitedly states nodding his head at sasha.

both you and jean turn your heads towards each other with confused expressions, trying to figure out what both of them are talking about. side-eyeing the duo, you wait for clarification, but it never comes, they just start going into a full blown conversation about whatever sasha mentioned.

"um, would you guys mind letting us in on this oh so exciting hangout?" jean questions, interupting the duo.

both sasha and connie snap their heads in your direction and huge smiles grow on their faces.

"connie and i were on facetime last week, & since y/n just transfered over to our university, i pitched the idea of a hangout/party with our larger friend group to introduce her to them! i mean she's probably going to be seeing them soon anyways since they're also our best friends, it'd be better before the school year starts!" sasha quickly proclaims, excitement clear in her tone.

"we've already talked to them about y/n too! they're very curious about my little sister and bestfriend, i bet they'd be down for a introduction party." connie presses on next to sasha who's nodding her head vigorously.

turning your attention from the duo, you look back to jean & notice a weird, almost hesitant look on his face. why is he not as happy about the idea like they are? something about the way jean is reacting makes you a little nervous about the potential hangout, what could be the underlying issue?

"i mean, yeah that would be cool...but aren't some of them on vacation right now?" jean asks with an unsure tone.

"i know marcos just got back yesterday, i think it's just mikasa, armin, and eren who are still not back, oh and historia too i think." sasha answers as she grabs her phone to check.

you recall the names sasha mentioned, in previous conversations you've heard connie talk about them, you've also seen a few of them in pictures that connie has posted or showed you. you couldn't recall who is who, but you had a rough idea of what their faces looked like.

"i just asked in the groupchat who's still on vacation, historia came back today, mikasa will be coming back tomorrow, and armin said that both him and eren will be back next tuesday because they decided to travel to one more place before coming back" sasha states as she stares at her phone, typing away.

"i don't know about this..." jean hesitantly says looking between both sasha and connie

"jean, why not? is there an issue?" you question, curious about his weird attitude towards the topic.

jean looks at you with a nervous expression trying to gather his thoughts as he opens and closes his mouth like a fish.

"i'm...just...you know...thinking about...you, yeah you. i mean, this has to be kinda nerve wrecking for you right? i just think it'd be a lot of pressure for you to meet our other close friends all at once!" jean exclaims quickly with an unsure tone.

he wasn't wrong, it is a bit nerve wrecking because you wanted to impress their friends. you weren't that big of an extrovert, but you weren't necessarily an introvert either. it all truly depended on the enviroment you're being put it, it determines how you act. right now, what was truly making you nervous about this hangout was the way jean was reacting to it. his hesitant and unsure tone did not sit right with you. maybe there was someone he didn't want you to meet? or maybe he didn't-

"well, too bad, i already pitched the idea in the groupchat and everyone has agreed. i'm adding y/n to the groupchat right now." sasha states now looking up from her phone with a beaming smile on her face.

quickly you start hearing a bunch of imessage notifications come from your phone. reaching out, you grab your phone and unlock it to see a groupchat with some unknown numbers plus jean, connie, & sasha.

groupchat:

la pije comelona <3: Y/N! say hi!!!!!!

you: um hey

connie el pelon🧑🏼‍🦲: Y'ALL MY HERMANITA IS IN THE CHAT‼️‼️🤔🥶🥶👿😈😈👹👹🤡🤡🗣🗣🗣 everyone say hi to her now😡

you: connie, de verdad, SHUT UP.

unknown number[ymir]: facts^

real life:

"Y/N I'M JUST EXCITED THAT YOU'RE IN THE GROUPCHAT!!! STOP HURTING MY FEELINGS." connie yells out looking up from his phone.

snickering, you mouth a quick 'i'm sorry' before looking back down at your phone.

groupchat:

jean el spaniard [derogatory]: real.

you: ik the spaniard not talking...

jean el spaniard [derogatory]: I'M ONLY HALF SPANIARD AND THAT'S BECAUSE OF MY DAD!! I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE MF

you: you're a spaniard AND fatherless!? pick a struggle, GOD DAMN.

jean el spaniard [derogatory]: i'll kill u.😐

unknown number[mikasa]: you're going to be his 13th reason fr lol

you: i hope i am tbh

unkown number[armin]: 😀

la pije comelona <3: i wish y'all could see jean's face rn LMFAOOOO bro is holding back tears😭😭😭

you: omg bae hi <3

la pije comelona <3: h-hi 🥺🥺🥺

you: EW SASHA STOP 😭😭

la pije comelona <3: LMFAOOO

connie el pelon🧑🏼‍🦲: y'all they're not even laughing irl, they got the most straight faces rn.

jean el spaniard [derogatory]: ^^

you: this is why you haven't experienced the loving touch of a woman.

unknown number [ymir]: GOD DAMNNN😭😭

unknown number [historia]: i don't think i'd be able to recover from that one😭

unknown number [armin]: ^^😅

unknown number [marcos]: i'm weak asl💀

connie el pelon🧑🏼‍🦲: y'all that was my last straw, rip connie springer 2002-2022.

you: don't care & didn't ask plus eres gringo...anyways🙄

unknown number [marcos]: anyways...y'all, the weather been nice lately

you: fr not too cold nor too hot, i'm liking it

jean el spaniard [derogatory]: connie laying face down on the ground trying not to cry LMFAO😭

la pije comelona <3: WAIT Y'ALL INTRODUCE YOURSELVES TO Y/N!! she's probably just seeing a bunch of unknown numbers right now lol

armin: fr lol, i'm armin! nice to meet you. :)

you: hi armin :D

mikasa: hey, my names mikasa :)

you: oou i like your name, nice to meet you (:

mikasa: ty <3

historia: hi!! i'm historia, it's a pleasure to meet you! :)

you: nice to meet you historia! (:

ymir: hey my names ymir, it's nice to meet you, you're funny asl

you; aw thanks ymir i appreciate it, & likewise (:

marcos: yo! i'm marcos, it's a pleasure to meet u :D

you: hey marcos!! same to you (:

eren: eren.

you: um cool, nice to meet u

la pije comelona <3: okay well me, jean, y/n, and connie are hanging right now so we'll talk to y'all later. the hangout/party is next friday at jean's place since everyone will be back by then. i'll text more details later, bye <3

real life:

"hey i'm noticing three other numbers in the chat, but they didn't answer, who are they?" you ask sasha curiously.

"oh, those are our other friends...i would tell you their names, but i'm going to leave it a surprise until they introduce themselves to you." sasha replies with a sly grin.

rolling your eyes you focus back on the three unknown numbers on your phone screen, who could they be?

"oh and what's up with that eren guy? is he emo or something? he only answered with his name, it was...off-putting?" you question your three friends.

the three of them share weird glances before looking back at you.

"don't worry about him he's...like that." sasha states hesitantly.

"yeah sasha's right, don't worry about him, he's an intense guy you know? he's cool, you'll see when you meet him." connie reassures, but you notice faint nervousness in his eyes.

you glance at jean who's simply looking straight ahead not bothering to say anything, his face looks the same as it did earlier. maybe this eren person is the reason for jean's hesitancy of you meeting his other friends? you couldn't think of any other reason, other than him, maybe, being ashamed of you? you do come from a different background than him, but you don't think jean is superficial and cares about those things. but you never really know.

"anyways! enough talk about that, the plans have been set in stone so now we can continue our hangout! what should we do? watch a movie maybe?"

"ENCANTO!" you and connie blurt out at the same time jumping up from you sitting places.

"well i guess encanto it is...i haven't watched this movie, but i'm guessing you both have?" sasha questions looking between you and connie.

"i've literally lost count on the times i've watched it, it's that good." you state with the most serious face ever.

"i believe you, i believe you, jean you're good with encanto?"

"yeah, i haven't watched it yet either, let's see what the hype is." jean cooly responds as he relaxes back into the couch.

connie immediately pulls up disney+ on the TV and starts the movie from the very beginning.

by the end of the movie you, connie, and sasha were hysterically crying. jean also had some tears running down his face, but kept wiping them as he refused to let you all see him so weak, but you could tell regardless.

"oh my god. i love that movie, i feel so bad for abuela, but i also dislike her for how she treated maribel?? god, i'm so conflicted!" sasha exclaims throwing her head into her hands as she continued to cry.

"i know, it's okay, you're supposed to feel bad for abuela, her actions and the way she treated maribel were partly due to what happened to her, this movie is showing you what generational trauma looks like in latin america!" you explain to sasha.

"i see that now, oh my god that was so sad." sasha crys out still trying to recover from the movie.

"yeah, that movie was truly amazing, the songs were super good too, i loved the 'we don't talk about bruno' song." jean chimes in as he gets up from the couch stretching his arms up.

"anyways, let's get this mess cleaned up, so sasha and i can leave, i heard y'all say you didn't have much food & need to go grocery shopping, you both should do that after we leave." jean states as he begins to pick up plates and empty chip bags from the table.

"yeah, we were planning on doing that anyways, but thanks for helping clean up." connie replies as he wipes his face of any left over tears, and begins helping jean clean up.

soon enough sasha was able to compose herself and you both also began to clean up. after finishing you all entered into a bit of small talk about future plans. summer break was going by fast, but there was still two months left. you all wanted to at least do a few things together before school started again, go to the beach, road trip, anything along the lines. you couldn't help being overly excited for your summer plans with your friends, and the new school year at a new university. you really hope it can make you forget events of the past.

jean and sasha bid you & connie goodbye and made their ways back to their apartments, and soon after you and connie began to get ready to go shopping for groceries.

the days flew by quickly for you. you spent most days either working, hanging out with your friends, or simply relaxing. it was wonderful, you wish everyday could be like these. however, you couldn't always have what you wished for. it was finally friday, the day where you were going to be introduced to connie's other best friends, and larger friend group. you were petrified to say the least. what if they didn't like you? that'd be so awkward for future situations. what if you embarrass yourself? you wouldn't be able to look at any of them in the eye again.

take a deep break y/n, they seemed to like you over text, just keep it up with the jokes and chill personality, you'll be fine, they will all like you. well, except that one guy-

sighing, you try to forget your anxious thoughts & focus on the issue at hand, your appearance. your hair was already done in the way you like it best, along with your makeup, but what was absolutely killing you was picking an outfit. you so desperately wanted to make a good impression, your outfit was dire for this.

"ugh, SASHA! STOP RAIDING MY KITCHEN FOR SNACKS AND COME HELP ME PICK AN OUTFIT ALREADY!!!" you yell out to sasha who has not yet seen you since she walked into your apartment, the kitchen was always her first stop.

"y/n, stop worrying so much about your outfit it- OH MY GOD BITCH! you look so hot! i mean your makeup and hair!" sasha exclaims at your door with a beaming smile as she makes her way over to your bed.

"but if you're that worried about your outfit, just wear an outfit that fits your aesthetic, you know? the earth tones, vintage look you strive for." sasha states waving her hand in the air referencing to the aesthetic of your room.

"earthy tones compliment you, they're very...homey & you." sasha utters quietly with a small smile.

you truly loved sasha, you wish she knew how much her words warmed your heart.

"okay, well, i know the perfect outfit to go with." you state confidently as you march to your closet and start pulling out the clothing pieces.

"i'll go in this oversized sweater, with this plaid light brown mini skirt, with sheer black stockings, and my jadon docs."

sasha smiles and gives you a thumbs up. she would have said something, but she had her mouth stuffed with chips.

outfit inspo: i used outfit number 2 out of these 3, but if you don't like them or don't like this style then just imagine you're wearing something else. different outfits are also on my 'tyrant' pinterest board if you want to check that out.

after putting on your outfit you stand in front of the mirror. sasha was right, dressing in your main aesthetic was definitely the right choice.

"thanks for the help sash, i really appreciate you." you tell sasha, smiling softly at her.

"no problem babe, are you ready to go?" sasha questions, getting up from your bed.

"um, not yet, connie said he'll text me once everyone has arrived so i can go last" you tell her, nervousness clear in your tone.

"y/n...what's up? you seem really anxious about meeting our friends, i know you get a anxious about things, but i don't really see you get this bad, i mean look at you, you're biting your nails & pulling your sweater sleeves. what's wrong?" sasha questions, her tone laced with concern.

"sasha, what if...what if they don't like me? i don't want to disappoint you, jean, nor connie. i know i overthink a lot, but i'm scared that if i don't get along with them, you three will begin to dislike me..."

you knew that jean, sasha, and connie weren't the type of people to drop a friend just because they don't get along with another friend, but there was always that little voice in your head that made you feel like they could, you couldn't help it, the feeling was just there.

"y/n, you are the most amazing girl and my closet girl friend. nothing can ever change that. connie sees you as his little sister, after his mother passed, he had no one, but you were there. you were his sun in the midst of all the darkness clouding him, you are the most important person to him, you are his family. and girl, jean? that man is pussy whipped for you, and you haven't even let him hit...there's no way he could hate you."

a small smile crept up on your face as you let out a little nose exhale at the last part of sasha's statement, she always managed to make a serious conversation humorous. but she was right, sometimes you let your anxious thoughts get the best of you and forget how truly close you are to them. nothing could ever separate you four. the whole world could be against you, but your friendships would always prevail. so whatever happens at the party doesn't matter, because regardless, you will still have them.

"thanks again sasha, i literally don't know what i would do without you." you sincerely state as you lean in to hug her.

"you would simply die if i wasn't part of your life." sasha giggles as she hugs you back.

suddenly, you heard your phone ping, you could already guess who it was.

letting go of sasha you walk over to your bedside table and grab your phone that was charging. looking at your notification bar, you see an imessage from connie saying that everyone has arrived and you can now make your way to jean's apartment. while sasha did reassure you about everything, you still couldn't help your heart dropping and mouth going dry, meeting these people really had you fighting for your life, and you didn't understand why. they were just people, nothing too special about them.

"it's from connie, everyone is there, we can go now." you state silently still looking at your phone, trying desperately to calm down the racing of your heart.

"babe, take a deep breath, i know your still nervous about meeting them, but trust me they're going to like you. jean, connie, and i talked about you all the time during high school, and first year of college, they've always been curious as to who you were, and are probably really excited to meet you. so calm down & let's go." sasha exclaims boldly, grabbing you by wrist & dragging you out of your bedroom.

after grabbing your purse and phone, you locked the apartment up, and started making your way to jean's apartment down the hall with sasha. your heart was pounding in your ears, each step you took felt heavier than the last, and you could feel your hands getting progressively more clammy.

deep breathes y/n, deep breathes, you got this.

before you knew it you and sasha had made it to jean's door, and with out hesitation sasha opened the door, and dragged you in.

"WE ARE HERE!!!"

i don't fucking got this.

your eyes were wide open staring at sasha, shocked by the barbaric entrance she created for you both. in that moment, you took everything you said about her earlier back, you wanted to murder her.

"te voy a matar."

"y/n, come on, we've been through this, yo no habla spanish." sasha sweetly states as she drags you into the kitchen, over to a female duo.

"anyways, i'm gonna introduce you to everyone, this is ymir and history, they're dating." sasha exclaims pointing to a tall brunette and short blonde.

"i'm ymir." the brunette states. "it's a pleasure to finally meet the girl who had me laughing my ass off in the group chat." she continues,laughing a bit.

"you can probably guess i'm historia since ymir introduced themselves, it nice to finally meet you in person, you're very beautiful." historia speaks up smiling at you.

"aw man, thank you, i appreciate it, it's a pleasure to meet y'all as well." you sincerely respond, giving a small smile.

"Y/N CAN TALK TO YOU BOTH MORE LATER I NEED TO INTRODUCE HER TO EVERYONE OKAY BYE!" sasha quickly yells before grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the next person who was also in the kitchen.

"y/n this is marcos, marcos this is y/n." sasha introduces.

the boy was fairly tall, over 6ft, baby face, but still pretty cute, he also has some freckles that littered his cheeks, it made him look even better.

"it's nice to meet you y/n, you were funny as fuck in the group chat last week." marcos states with laughter following.

"you're also very pretty." he adds on with a sweet tone and smile.

you felt blood rush to your face so fast at his comment, you could only hope he didn't notice the affect that his comment had on you.

"YO MARCOS CHILL OUT SHE'S OFF LIMITS!" you hear jean shout from the dining room.

"yeah? who says?" marcos retorts in a semi-loud voice.

"ME YOU STUPID FUCK!" jean yells back confidently.

it felt like your body shut down the moment you heard those words leave jean's mouth. you couldn't believe your high school crush just stated you were off limits because of him.

"damn, what a shame he got to you first...but if that doesn't work out, just know i'm here." marcos states, winking at you before exiting the kitchen to the living room.

"let's go to the dining room to see who's in there!" sasha exclaims excitedly, grabbing you by the wrist once again to drag you with her.

once you both walk into the dining room you immediately recognize connie and jean sitting at the table that's littered with alcohol and a big bag of weed. sitting beside them was a black haired girl with an alternative style and blonde boy with a soft type aesthetic.

immediately you face sasha so she can introduce you like she had been with the others, but instead, you see her with a perplexed expression. following her eyesight you notice she's locked eyes with the blonde boy who also has a weird expression on his face, you could only guess they were somehow communicating about something, but you didn't know what, you could only guess.

"hey sasha, are you going to introduce me?" you quietly whisper to sasha, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"OH! yeah, sorry...i got distracted with something, but that doesn't matter anyways, y/n, this is mikasa & armin. mikasa & armin this is y/n." sasha quickly introduces, pointing at the black and blonde-haired duo.

"y/n! it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person, you seemed really cool from what jean, connie, and sasha would say about you, i hope we can become good friends." armin states with a sweet smile.

"yeah, it really is nice to finally meet you, i fuck with your style, and you're also very beautiful. let's become good friends." mikasa adds on with a small smile on her face.

"for sure, i'd love that. i'm really happy to finally meet you all as well." you respond a beaming smile adorning your features.

"well you haven't met them all yet, the rest should be in the living room." sasha states pointing back.

"yeah, let's all go there for right now." connie suggests, getting up from his chair.

everyone nods and starts making their way to the living room. on the way, you and mikasa talk a little about your outfits and styles. at first, she intimidated the fuck out of you, she carries a very intense aura, and she also happened to be very tall, but from the small conversation you had with her, you could tell she was absolutely the sweetest.

suddenly sasha was grabbing you by the wrist again and dragging you to whoever she wanted you to meet, but before she could even get a word out, you beat her to it.

"no. fucking. way. YOU GUYS?" you exclaim shocked at the trio in front of you.

"well it's been a while y/n, a little over a year now i think." the girl states.

without hesitation you quickly throw your arms around the trio and hug them tightly.

"annie, reiner, bertholdt, i'm so sorry for leaving you in the dark for a year, i should've said something to you three, but i was dumb as fuck back then, oh my god, i missed you three so much, i didn't think i'd ever see you again." you quickly cried out.

by now the trio was also hugging you back, they missed you as well, they weren't mad at you, they were just happy to have you back in their lives.

"no worries kid, you can explain to us why you ghosted later, we're just happy to have you back." reiner sweetly responds as he pats your head.

you giggle at his actions and swat his hand away. immediately you & the trio jump into catching up, oblivious to the confused faces around you four.

"wait, y'all know each other?..." jean questions with a shocked expression.

"yeah, we went to the same high school together, we all had classes together, but we didn't really become friends til junior year, we became close that year and senior year before y/n dropped from the face of the planet." bertholdt explains, playfully shoving my shoulder.

rolling my eyes, i nod my head at jean to confirm what bert stated. quickly questions arise from everyone. for some reason no one could grasp the fact that i know the trio.

"wait that's so crazy, so when sasha added y/n to the group chat y'all knew who she was the whole time?! what about all those times connie, sasha, and i spoke about her? did y'all know it was her this whole time?!" jean frantically questions, unable to properly understand.

"well no, when we heard you guys mention her name, we never thought you'd be talking about the y/n we knew, we thought it was someone else with the same name this whole time. we didn't really find out until she walked in, but we had already been presuming it was her from the moment we read the group chat messages. the three of us were together at the time when sasha made the group chat, after reading y/n's texts, we noticed how similar the way of texting was to the y/n we knew. that's why we never stated who we were in the group chat, we didn't want to say anything until we knew for sure." annie cooly explained, trying to calm jean down.

after annie finished her explanation everyone nodded their heads understandingly, but still, they found it crazy how you knew the trio before they did, it truly is a small world.

"okay, well now that we've all gotten over that, let's start having some fun!" sasha exclaims throwing her arms around you, nearly knocking you to the ground.

"okay sash, calm down, let's go." you calmly state as you began to make your way back to the dining room where the drinks and weed were.

without missing a beat everyone followed right behind you. you took this time to notice the decorations around the apartment. it wasn't too crazy, just some streamers, latex balloons, and some confetti on the ground. you smile to yourself a little at the dedication your friends put into this party, though it was probably all sasha's doing because only she would put in such effort. still, both connie and jean played a part in putting it together so you were grateful to all of them regardless.

soon after, things started getting more lively. cups were being filled with alcohol, blunts and a bong were being passed around, everyone began to let loose a little. the apartment became filled with energetic conversations, a lot of laughter, and semi-quiet music.

you were having a really good time, throughout the night you got to know everyone better individually. you and ymir definitely have an extremely similar sense of humor which made it extremely easy for you both to bet along, you also learn a bit from where they came from, how they met their friends, and even how she got together with historia. she also seemed extremely trustworthy to you. it wasn't anything she necessarily said, it was just the vibe you caught from her, you really hope to become close to her.

you were surprised with how well you got along with historia, it's not that you thought she was weird or something, you just seemed so different from her, like there was no possibility that you both had something in common. you were wrong. historia, despite looking like a sweet girl that couldn't hurt a fly, had so many contrasting qualities. for starters, she had the same crude humor as ymir, maybe even a little worse, & despite her small frame she was very loud-mouthed, bold, and unhinged, but in the best way possible. you both shared the same interests in music and tv shows among other things, you couldn't wait to deepen your friendship with her, she is definitely someone you wanted to keep around.

marcos was...something else, despite having a baby face that made him seem like nothing but kind and innocent, he was such a flirt, maybe even more than jean...and that's really saying something. even though he was constantly flirting with you and complimenting you, you were able to find out that like connie, he was also jean's childhood neighbor and best friend. he spoke very highly of jean and the others, he really cared about them, and you could clearly see it. he was also super sweet, he went as far as to apologize if he made you uncomfortable with his constant flirting. it really didn't though, he didn't give off a creep vibe so you didn't mind, but you appreciated his thoughtfulness. you really hope to get close to marcos, he made you feel safe in his presence, and he reminded you of connie in a way, which of course, is a good thing in your book.

hanging out with the marley trio was nothing out of the ordinary. you were able to explain to them why you dropped everyone after high school, of course, not in full detail, as it was hard for you to just openly say, and you didn't want to ruin the mood. they understood you completely, and weren't too upset about it, they were just happy you could be friends with them again. the four of you caught up on everything from the past year. you talked about your majors, why you chose them, and all the details in between. it was nice to connect with them again. although you didn't become as close to them as you were to connie, jean, & sasha, they were definitely right behind them. you became upset at yourself for leaving them behind, talking to them really reminded you of how much you care for them. you couldn't change the past, but you could definitely make up for lost time, and that's what you planned to do with them.

out of everyone you spent time with, you spent the most with armin and mikasa. they were just filled with stories to tell you about themselves, and their friends around them. they were also really kind and asked you many questions about yourself, they listened to anything and everything you said, never once interrupting you or getting bored. you really enjoyed every moment you spent conversing with them.

"so you met armin because you had save him from some bullies? are you deadass?" you question mikasa struggling to hold back laughter.

"y/n, come on, don't laugh at me, i was a child!" armin yells out covering his face with his hands due to embarrassment.

"armin, i'm literally not laughing." you state with the best straight face you could muster.

"I CAN SEE YOUR LIPS TURNING UPWARDS!"

"well, actually it was eren that-" mikasa begins, but is stopped abruptly due to being elbowed by armin.

mikasa turns to the blonde boy with a confused expression, but one look from the boy made her eyes widen in realization. she had brought up eren when she wasn't supposed to. it wasn't hard for you to figure out that there was something up with this eren character. from the moment jean, sasha, & connie acted when you asked them about him, to the look sasha shared with armin when you both arrived, the fact that no one has talked about him or seen him, and of course, the way armin and mikasa just reacted to her slipping up and mentioning him.

"i'm a bit curious, who is eren? wasn't he supposed to be here? i saw him in the group chat last week." you slowly question, narrowing your eyes slightly at the duo in front of you.

"oh, well, um, he's...our childhood and current best friend...he's also everyone else's best friend as you know, and um yeah." armin quickly utters out trying not to give out many details about this so-called 'eren'.

"interesting...is he here or?" you press on still curious.

"um yeah, i think he's in jean's room or something, he likes to be alone nowadays so that's why he's not out here." mikasa hesitantly states as she stares off to the side.

"cool, sorry for asking, i was just curious." you respond trying to drop the subject.

you could clearly tell they were nervous when it came to talking about eren, which you found weird due to the fact that they're probably closest to him. who'd be hesitant to talk about their best friend?

"okay well, i'm gonna go get something to drink and see what jean and connie are up to. it was nice talking to y'all, feel free to text me if you wanna talk or hang out." you exclaim as you wave goodbye at the duo, flashing them one last smile.

they both smile back & wave as you leave their line of sight.

making your way into the kitchen, you decide to grab a water bottle from the fridge. you had a few shots and smoked a little during the night, nothing too crazy, and you would continue to, but you needed to stay sober because you knew connie would probably need help getting back to your apartment after everything is over. when he parties, he goes all out. he either stays stone-cold sober or blackout, there was no in-between.

"i should probably go check on him..."

making your way out the kitchen, you walk into the living room, and just as you predicted, there was connie, laying face down on the ground blacked out. ignoring him, you look around and notice reiner & marcos were also in the room talking, along with ymir and historia who were cuddled up on the couch. you also notice jean leaned up against the wall by the speaker scrolling on his phone.

"hey jean-boy, whatcha up to?" you question jean putting yourself next to him against the wall.

"nothing much, i was just changing the music, but i ended up chilling here alone for a bit." he responds, locking his phone and putting his full attention on you.

turning your body to face him, leaning on your arm, you get a little closer and gesture for him to lean his head down.

"you know who you should play?" you question slowly, a smile creeping up on your face.

"who?" jean questions back slightly cocking a brow.

"bad bunny."

"no."

rolling your eyes at jean, you take a sip of water from your bottle.

"you know what, eso se llama, latinophobia." you declare jokingly.

jean simply laughs at your words and proceeds to open up his phone to do what you asked, but before he could do so, something catches his attention.

looking at him you notice a rather serious expression on his face as he stares ahead. following his eyesight, you notice a guy that you have never seen in your life.

this must be the eren guy that everyone's so fucking hesitant about.

he was definitely not what you imagined. he was really fucking hot. he had long brown hair that was tied back into a loose bun, a few shorter pieces that framed his face. he also had very nice facial features, thick eyebrows, a defined jawline, and a large, straight nose that really fit his face. what stood out the most though was his eyes, he had large eyes and they were a beautiful shade of green, you could honestly stare at them all day. he wore an oversized white tee that had some minimal black lettering and some long, black, straight-leg pants that were cuffed at the bottom just enough to show his clean, all-white airforce ones. and to top it off, he wore a loose silver chain around his neck.

"yo jean, is there any weed left?" the green-eyed boy questioned, looking at jean with a bored expression.

"yeah in the dining hall." jean replied simply, mirroring the boy's bored expression.

"ok cool, thanks."

after that without even sparing you or anyone else a glance the green-eyed boy turned around to make his way to the dining room.

"so i'm guessing that's eren." you state more than question, looking up at jean from the side.

jean slowly nods his head, letting out a sigh. you could tell he didn't want to talk about him, and you didn't want to push him about it, so you change the subject in hopes that he forgets about eren.

and just like you wanted, you and jean started talking about other things, eventually forgetting about the tense moment with eren.

"so how are you liking paradise? i know you're a city girl, but you did live here for awhile, are you glad to be back?" jean questions curiously.

"mmm, i mean, i did live here, but i don't really remember much, i lived in the shiganshina which is basically the outskirts of paradis, i have more memories of marley than here to be honest, but i am excited since i now live in stohess." you respond truthfully.

"well the, welcome to paradise." jean states, looking at you with a smirk.

"paradise? don't you mean paradis?" you question, furrowing your brows at his choice of words.

"well, paradis is actually french for paradise, and since your kinda new around here...you know it's a play on words?" jean states unsurely, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

you could tell jean was embarrassed after having to explain his phrasing, you found it cute, it reminded you of jean when he was younger. before his glow up.

"jean, you're really cute, you know that?" you state looking up at the tall boy.

this caught jean off guard. blood rushed to his cheeks & you could see the tips of his ears turn a bright red. he tried to play it off by rubbing his face with both hands, but you could clearly tell he was blushing.

"not you getting all bashful, where's the typical cocky jean, huh?" you teased jean, poking his side, and laughing.

"y/n, stop you can't just say shit like that, catching a dude off-guard and shit." jean responds, swatting your hand away, and turning from you so you couldn't see his blushing face.

"oh come on jean, look at me, you look so cute when your shy, let me enjoy this rare moment." you press on, knowing the effect you had on the boy.

"y/n, shut up befor-"

"Y/N!!!!" sasha yells as she barges into the room, startling everyone.

before you could even ask her what was up she grabbed you by the wrist and started dragging you with her.

"come on! eren left his cacoon, let's go introduce you to him!" sasha exclaims as she makes her way through the apartment to where eren was.

jean quickly followed close behind, grabbing your hand to let you know he was there. you assume he picked up on your panicked face when sasha announced what she was going to do, and went along for emotional support. regardless of the reason, you were grateful. you were really nervous about meeting eren properly. he carried a very intense aura, like mikasa's, but his also seemed...angry. you could tell he wasn't an easy guy to talk to unless you were close to him, what if he's an asshole? he didn't even acknowledge your presence when he spoke to jean. nervousness was an understatement for how you felt.

you, sasha, and jean arrive at the dining room. sasha let go of your wrist, but your other hand was still intertwined with jean's, and you were not planning to let go. you were so nervous you felt like you were going to shit yourself. apart from you three, the only other people in the room were mikasa, armin, and of course, eren.

"hey, guys! um, i saw eren was here so i wanted to introduce y/n to him while i could! eren this is y/n, and y/n this is, of course, eren." sasha exclaims pointing between the two of you.

eren was sitting between mikasa & armin, with a joint in his hand. his expression looked bored, but you could also sense a bit of irritation in his features. he definitely did not want to meet you. but you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

"um, hey it's nice to meet you." you let out, smiling a bit, trying to seem friendly.

eren hits his joint as he glances down at your appearance, he flickers his eyes up to yours, then to jean's, and lastly your intertwined hands before returning them to your eyes.

"can't say the same to be honest, but whatever." he states as he exhales smoke.

you felt blood rush through your body at his words, what the fuck was his problem? what did you even do to him for him to treat you this way? you felt jean's hand tighten slightly around yours. glancing up at him you notice a hard expression on his features as he glares at eren. you could tell jean was trying to gather his thoughts so he could tell eren something, but you squeeze his hand before he had the chance. you appreciated that jean wanted to stand up for you, but you could do it yourself. you send jean a tiny grin letting him know it was alright before turning your attention back to eren.

"okay fuckface, i don't know what your problem is, but there's no reason for you to act like an asshole to me, did your parents not teach you manners when it comes to meeting people?" you state, tone laced with venom, and eyes shooting daggers through his head.

"your existence is my fucking problem." he retorts, narrowing his eyes at you.

"well, you seem obsessed, i didn't even know who the fuck you were til like 20 minutes ago." you fire back looking at him with the best death stare you could muster.

for a moment you forgot that you had people around you. glancing at them you notice the look of shock that overtook their features. jean was the most shocked though, his mouth was wide open as he stared at you. jean knew you weren't the timidest girl, but he also never knew you to be as bold as you were acting, it was a first to him, and sasha who was also beside you. truthfully, you would never act like this, but you weren't completely sober, so due to that you had a lot more courage than usual.

mikasa and armin stared at their friend in between them. no one has ever stood up to eren the way you just did. eren always intimidated everyone, it was just the way he carried himself, and it didn't help that he was 6'4. they also knew he had a really short temper, and absolutely feared what he would say if his buttons were pushed hard enough.

shockingly eren didn't verbally react, but his close friends could tell he was going absolutely ballistic on the inside. truthfully, eren didn't know how to respond, no one had ever talked back to him the way you just did. what could he even say? you just ended him in one sentence.

"whatever."

eren proceeded to get up and leave, not sparing anyone a glance on his way out. after that everyone was quiets until armin spoke up.

"you have nerves of fucking steel." he states as rubs his forehead.

"no seriously, y/n no one has ever put eren in his place, you're the first." jean exclaims pulling you closer to him since your hands were still intertwined, but you let go after that.

you glance at sasha at your side, and you could see she was at a loss of words. was it really that big of a deal? you then proceed to glance at mikasa who has a different expression on her face. it wasn't of shock like everyone else's, but more...sad. you couldn't understand why she would be sad about you telling her best friend off. mad would be understandable, but to be sad is weird, maybe something else happened before your interaction with eren.

"i'm really sorry for putting you guys in an awkward situation, i didn't know he was going to act like that, i know he's y'alls best friend, but he's literally a man child! who the fuck picks a fight with someone you just met!" you state harshly, throwing your hands up.

this caused laughter to emerge from everyone. the once tense atmosphere became a lot calmer.

"yeah we're sorry about eren, he's just really hot-headed if i'm being completely honest, just ignore him." armin responds, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

as much as he loved eren, he hated how he would put him in embarrassing situations.

"i hope this doesn't affect my friendship with you both, i really enjoyed the time i spent with you, i'd hate to see it go to waste because of this." you state sincerely, looking between the black and blonde haired duo.

"oh, don't worry, we're still cool, eren's always been like this with strangers, he gets over it after a while. you seem really cool as well, i would hate to trash our friendship because of eren's stupidity, again i'm sorry about him, give him time, he'll come around." mikasa responds, offering you a small smile.

you nod your head in acknowledgment, not wanting to further dwell on the events that just passed. after that, you told everyone that it was late & you were really tired and that it was probably best that you took connie home since he was blacked out.

after bidding everyone goodbye, you managed to wake up connie enough to get him to go home with you. you had a long night, & you could not wait to just hop in the shower, wash up, and then go to sleep.

you enjoyed the party for the most part. you loved connecting with some and reconnecting with others, and you were excited to see what was to come with your new friendships. the only thing you dreaded was the fact that you will most likely have to see eren again. while mikasa did tell you to give him time to come around, you couldn't help the growing feelings of hate towards him. there was no way you could possibly become friends with him after tonight. never.

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[ read this it's important ]

HI OMG, 10,000 words later and i'm finally done with the first chapter. i'm going, to be honest, i was revising it, but stopped half way [ where sasha was helping y/n pick an outfit ] so if you see incorrect punctuation, grammar, awkward wording, etc just know I'll fix it tomorrow LOL. again, sorry for the wait! i wanted this chapter to be very long so that's why it took a while.

i also wanted to say that this chapter is VERY important, it gives a lot of background on y/n's relationships and a lot of it will be very important to the story in later chapters. so if you don't like this chapter for whatever reason, just know it's really important, and it also gets most if not all background info out of the way.

i don't know if i'm going to have a consistent upload schedule because 1. i'm a sophomore in college, there will be times where i become extremely busy, and 2. i don't know if i want to make my chapters extremely long for each upload or not. you feel me? for example if i make all my chapters this long or longer i'd probably update monthly, but if i write half or slightly less like 20 pages then i could update twice a month?? i don't know really, what do you guys think i should do?

PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT, I PROMISE THAT THINGS WILL START PICKING UP NEXT CHAPTER!!! ILL SEE YOU GUY THEN, THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT!! :D

let me know what you liked about this chapter! did anything stand out to you? did you notice any potential foreshadowing? let me know!

- 222eren (:

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reidsnose · 3 years

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buggin

overview: reader enlists the help of her neighbor (who shes never met) to get rid of a gnarly bug in her apartment

genre: fluff

a/n: thought of this today after i moved the shower curtain, saw a centipede crawl out, and screamed for my dad to come help me. anywayyyss i thought its be cute so as always lmk what you guys think :)

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you walked into your bedroom, fumbling frantically with the buttons on your shirt as you raced to leave your house on time. hair brush hair brush hair brush. where was your hair brush? you knocked over countless items trying to find it but with no luck. bathroom! you quickly made your way to the bathroom, opening the door so fast that wind blew through your hair.

and then you saw it.

a gnarly, long, nasty, creepy crawly centipede.

you let out a loud shriek and promptly shut the door. if you didn't get to the interview one time, it would surely be a bad first impression. but then again so would showing up with a bird's nest of hair on your head. you tried who knows how many times to go back in and kill it or catch it in a cup but each time you saw its countless, spindly legs you backed out. you checked your watch, 10 minutes until you had to leave.

you walked out into the hallway of the apartment building, and in a frenzy, you bumped into a tall, handsome man leaving the apartment across from yours.

he chuckled an apology before looking to meet your eye, breath hitching in his throat as he did. you were arguably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (despite a very questionable hairdo). and when a surge of desperation ran through your body you rambled an explanation to the stranger, telling him about your job interview and time crunch then promptly begging him to come inside and get rid of the centipede for you.

and something inside him couldn't say no. he wanted to, i mean when an objectively crazy looking person lures you into their home to catch a bug, generally one says no and goes on with their day. however, maybe it was his complete an immediate infatuation with you or maybe his empathy for your situation, he decided to quickly help you and then try and get to work as fast as he can.

he couldn't help but subtly and subconsciously profile you based on your home as soon as he stepped inside. he liked it. your decorations, the small mess that makes it feel lived in, the general 'vibe' as morgan would say was incredible.

you gave him a sheet of paper and a cup, per his request, and led him to the dreaded bug bathroom. you couldn't help but watch in awe as he walked in with no fear, explaining to you in great detail how this was only a house centipede and it only had 15 pairs of legs which kind of counters the name. and how it isn't poisonous to humans and infact eats other bugs. you loved his facts so much and you followed him all the way to the window where he let the bug out, listening intently to what he had to say and swatting away the apology that came after the ramble, insisting that you genuinely enjoyed it.

"thank you so much,.." you trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Spencer." he filled in, offering a tight lipped smile.

"Spencer! wonderful. well again thank you so much and i owe you once I'm back from this job interview!" you smiled as you both walked to the door.

"oh you don't have to-" he began.

"no i insist! just knock on my door when you can and ill take you out." you stated, causing his eyes to widen, " not with a gun! i meant like ill buy you coffee or something!"

"i didn't think you meant with a gun?!" he laughed, handing you the hairbrush this whole ordeal was about. you laughed along as you closed and locked your apartment.

"I'm sorry i'm like completely fazzled right now! i have to go or else i'm never gonna get this job ill just brush my hair in the car! ok bye Spencer!" you called as you jogged down the stairs.

"wait i don't know your name?" he called after you.

"ill tell you when i buy you a coffee!" your giggle echoed through the building followed by the loud shut of the downstairs door.

he smiled to himself, wondering if he should tell the team about his funky morning encounter. he smiled the whole train ride to work, and then the walk from the stop to the building and then the elevator trip up. he just couldn't stop smiling. he thought about you brushing your hair while you drove and even giggled to himself on the train causing a few strangers to toss him some concerned looks.

how could he be living next to such a beautiful stranger?

when he walked into the bullpen, he saw the. whole team huddled around a desk, staring quite obviously at hotch's office. a new curiosity piqued his interest though his thoughts of you continued to be front and center in his mind.

"whats going on?" he asked, joining the group and craning his neck to try and see into the office.

"new agent interview." jj whispered.

"really? since whe-"

"shh!" Garcia shushed.

"you cant even hear them!" Reid defended.

"quiet helps us read their lips." prentiss whispered.

Spencer continued to crane his neck, moving around yet only being able to see hotch, who was throwing his head back in laughter. hotch laughing? wow this new agent must be pretty cool!

"oh my god! i've never seen him laugh like that before!" Garcia squeaked.

"she has to get the job now," morgan added.

"ah we have to wait for the handshake, thats when we see if he really approves," Rossi countered, "if he double hands the shake then its a done deal."

they all watched excitedly, waiting impatiently for the end of the interview. after a few minutes they saw hotch stand up and shake the possible new agent's hand with his right, firmly clasping his left over the handshake.

"was that the double handed handshake?" Garcia asked excitedly.

"yup." Rossi replied, popping the p.

as soon as the door began to open, the team tried ever so gracelessly to disperse, bumping into one another and murmuring fake excuses. a familiar outfit caught Spencer's eye as the new agent left hotch's office and he dared sneak a glance.

no way. his mind raced, thoughts of this morning flooding it a mile a minute. could it really be the girl from this morning? he watched as you excitedly left the building, beaming far to much to notice any other people as you left.

"bug?!" was all he could muster. not even loud enough for you to hear. unfortunately, loud enough for the people around him to.

"theres a bug? where?" morgan asked, looking around.

"no um...bug-she..is bug- um. nothing." he stammered.

"did you nickname the new agent bug?" jj laughed.

"what? no! do not say that in front of her!!" Spencer stammered.

after a couple teasing remarks, to Spencer's relief, they seemed to have let it go. the day was case-less and flew by quickly, the most exciting part was the morning interview and hotch's announcement that there would be a new agent starting tomorrow.

you sat at home, beyond excited about your successful interview, all thanks to handsome neighbor Spencer. you couldn't help but feel extra indebted to him. you feared you may have scared him off when you offered to take him out but it was the best way you could think to say thank you. but your nerves had transferred mainly to the upcoming first day of work.

as he got hone he debated knocking on your door but decided against it, knowing you were probably busy preparing for tomorrow.

when you arrived tomorrow a series of seemingly unfamiliar faces sat in the conference room, awaiting you and hotch.

when you stepped inside your eyes scanned over each of them, all looking very excited to meet you.

and then you saw him.

handsome neighbor Spencer was sitting RIGHT THERE. the stars have aligned and finally life is in your favor. after a brief introduction the meeting began and you took the only seat open which happened to be next to Spencer.

you gave each other polite smiles though both of your cheeks glowing red told a different story than two people who had just met.

"wheels up in 20." hotch concluded.

you all walked out together, the team making sure you felt included.

"so hows the first day feeling, y/n? or should i be like my friend Dr. Reid here and call you bug?" morgan asked slightly amused.

"oh my god you told?!" you laughed, looking wide eyed at Spencer.

after a high pitched denial from Reid and tears of laughter from the team as you told them of the events of that morning, you already felt like you were a part of the team.

as you boarded the jet, you decided to sit next to Spencer.

"you know, i still owe you a coffee," you mentioned nonchalantly as you pulled a book from your go bag, trying as hard as you possibly could to not blush.

he smiled slyly, picking up his own book to hide the rouge that fell upon his cheeks, "and ill hold you to that, bug."

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dorimena · 3 years

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𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; todoroki shouto

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1.8k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; sex toy (egg vibrator), public sex, slight exhibitionism, dry humping, implied edging, cursing, cumming in pants, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; I tried keeping the reader as gender-neutral as possible, Todoroki just wants you to know how much he loves you, so if wearing a vibrator makes you happy so be it, if this were the first time Todoroki were doing this he wouldn’t have shamelessly allowed himself to cum, aka I’m thinking about doing something with this AU I guess

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; This is for 🍦 anon’s ask about either Todoroki or Aizawa wearing a vibrator in a meeting. I decided to make him the son of CEO Endeavor, so this is a modern AU. There could be some errors around here, but I’ll check it out later. Sorry for the horrible title

Todoroki loves you; he truly does.

Even at the beginning of your relationship, while he still had difficulties in trusting you entirely and accidentally brushed you aside in fear of being too attached or clingy, he’s always known he loves you.

He loves you in the mornings when you wake him up with such a tired yet peaceful expression.

He loves you in the afternoons when you’re cooking dinner in the weird apron Mina gave you as a housewarming gift. (Why cheetah prints?)

He loves you in the night when you massage his shoulders after a treacherous meeting gone south too fast, easing words of adoration and affirmation into his mind while you’re sporting a funky looking face mask.

He loves you anywhere, anytime, however you look, however you talk… He’ll do anything to keep you happy and know about his unlimited love and respect for you.

Even if it means he has to wear an egg vibrator inside of him during his dad’s meeting. The very meeting where it’ll be decided if his dad’s company merges with some young entrepreneur’s named Keigo or something. He can’t seem to remember.

Not like he really cares, anyways. He doesn’t want to inherit his dad’s company. But Touya decided to spite their father by starting up his own, Fuyumi seems pretty happy being an elementary school teacher and Natsuo is busy being a doctor.

God, the only great thing to come out of inheriting this lame company is that he’ll get to see you every day, any day, all the time.

You’re one of his dad’s best logistician coordinators, and while no one in this meeting room know you two have been dating for much longer than your professional career, he’s certain that your horrible rendition of a relaxed façade will raise eyebrows at why him, the youngest Todoroki offspring, is trembling under your stare.

It’s kind of weird bringing something usually done in the bedroom and displaying it secretly in public. Even more weird considering the room is full of older people, except for him, you, that Keigo guy, some secretaries from both companies…

Where was he getting at again?

Oh, right.

The egg vibrator in his ass being controlled by your evil hands (and cellphone) buzzing so teasingly in him, he can’t remember the young entrepreneur’s name. Or the reason why he’s even willingly here in the first place.

He’s trying so hard to keep himself quiet, knowing how god awfully vocal he can get when teased or played with just right. He’s pretty sure his bottom lip is really close to bleeding, or already is. And his palms situated on the dark oak and, in your opinion, ridiculously high-priced table surely have deep dents of his fingernails, maybe some accidental scratches.

O-oh no!

“Shouto? Are… you alright?”

Shit, did he say that out loud?

“Yes, and refrain from vulgar language.”

Todoroki let go of his lip, blinking at his father as he raised an eyebrow. Or so he hopes he did.

“I’m fine. Stop worrying about me, old man.” And he’s never felt so happy hearing his father’s resigned sigh before the meeting continues. It’s unusual for the man to drop a conversation.

His joy doesn’t last for long: the vibrator in his ass is suddenly more intense than a few seconds ago, reminding him why he even spoke out loud.

Pressing his thighs together in hopes it’ll help lessen the buzzing he can finally hear, he looks across the table to give you what is meant as a curious look, but ends up just making him look completely lost.

Was it a slip of your thumb? Was it a punishment? But why punish him if he’s doing this for you? Had he been bad?

Did he miss something when you two spoke about it during breakfast? Wait, was your toast too burnt-

“Ah-” He gasped in surprise, with a frantic and scared look in his eyes. The rhythm of the vibrations changed into one that wasn’t as constant, but it’s still very, very pleasurable. Reminds him of his heartbeat when you milk another fast handjob out of him before he has to meet up with his father.

“Shouto, are you sure you’re alri-”

“Y-yes, father. I’m f-fine. L-leg cra-amp.” Well, it could’ve come out less coherent, but it’s the best he can speak with gritted teeth and tense shoulders, all while holding back his embarrassing whimpers. It’s enough, again, to make the elder Todoroki look away from his ‘agonizing’ son, soon wondering if these meetings are beginning to bore and wear out the young future CEO and soon make him feel a familiar fear he had when Touya-

But who cares about Enji’s worries and concerns when you have a trembling Shouto Todoroki, whose face is beginning to turn as red as half his hair and eyes as wet as his bottom lip after being bitten mercilessly. You’re sure you can see some red, probably dug his teeth too much and tore the skin a little, but it’s pretty swollen regardless. Maybe his dick is too?

Oh! What if you suck his dick under the table?

No, then everyone will know how he’s so smitten with you, just some random logistician coordinator instead of some offspring of another CEO. Funny how the supervisors care more about Shouto’s relationship status than his own father.

So, maybe just switching back to the rhythm being a continuous hum and finish dragging your thumb up the screen so that the toy can reach its greatest ability?

Too easy, let’s drag it out a little.

But Todoroki won’t let you, not with how he’s caressing your exposed ankle with his shoe, eyes staring pathetically into yours, mouthing “need to, need to, need to”.

So soon? You’ve barely had your fun. You can’t blame him entirely, either.

That morning, the moment you showed him the vibrator you bought for him to wear, he was already whimpering softly, moaning pleas into your neck between every kiss, all while he pressed his hard on against your thigh.

But you didn’t let him do anything to get rid of it, sending him off to get ready, even if he left whining. (He knows better than to throw a tantrum.)

Maybe he’s still sensitive after making him hump your thigh before the meeting?

Yeah, definitely.

It’s pleasant to remember his whimpers of embarrassment that soon turned into soft moans of gratitude, letting you take control of how fast he goes and how hard, all while listening to you explain the toy as he tries not to cum so soon.

You didn’t let him cum (again) because of his father’s secretary calling him to ask where he even was as the meeting began some minutes ago. Oops.

Even if it ‘ruined’ the mood, he was still so excited, and you’re starting to think you can finally see it begin to also appear on his face.

You didn’t change the rhythm or intensity, so it should’ve been enough for Shouto to get used to it, but he couldn’t. Not while he realized, tensing his thighs helped him feel so much more, and his constant shuffling and accommodation on the chair should’ve alerted you or someone, but who would’ve even thought he was trying to fuck the toy possibly deeper inside of him?

He’s pulling himself closer to the table, bringing a tight fist towards his mouth to feign a cough.

He usually does this so that he is dismissed for a break that he’d take as an open invitation to leave. Not on your watch.

Just as he was going to cough, you finished dragging your thumb to the top part of your cell phone screen and watched as his whole body jolted, and even his knee and elbow hit the table.

The room falls to a complete halt, all conversations interrupted by the young Todoroki… moan? Did the young Todoroki just moan?

He doesn’t even realize what is going on with the way he’s trying so hard to stand up and leave. But his legs are too uncoordinated with how violently the toy is vibrating, mercilessly going crazy against his sensitive prostate that just sends more arousal to his dick. If he looks close enough, he’s pretty sure he’s already beginning to leak through his expensive suit trousers.

His mouth opens in complete shock, but with a familiar hand covering it from behind, he forgets about his surroundings temporarily as he pathetically yet cutely whimpers, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

Not like it hurts, just that he’s pretty close to making a bigger mess in his clothes. He’s not sure how he’ll feel about that, not with the way he just realized he’s still very much in public, very much in a meeting, very much in the same room as his father and soon-to-be subordinates.

That has him closing his eyes quickly, feeling himself becoming cross-eyed at how ridiculing this situation is more for his father than for him, and how you oh-so-accidentally brushed against his nipple to hook your arms under his to get him on his feet.

He’s not even sure what you’re saying at this point, everything being muffled by his heartbeat in his ears and loud buzzing taking over his senses and modesty. Something about him complaining about a stomach ache and how you’ll take him to his office.

The men with gray hairs are talking among themselves about how irresponsible Shouto is with himself, others praising how, even in an ill state, he still attended, Keigo watching the ordeal with an odd look on his face, akin to familiarity of the situation probably, and Enji Todoroki being completely lost but slowly feeling his anger rising by the commotion slowly becoming too loud for his liking and comprehension.

But it’s thanks to this distraction that manages to mute out, miraculously, his mewls of your name as his hips twitch wildly, knees buckling as his orgasm takes over his body in violent, clashing waves. His few hot tears are dripping from his chin as he shamelessly moans softly with every shock of pleasure, still trying his best to stand properly.

He doesn’t even get to finish riding out his high before being dragged out of the meeting room, pretty sure he hears his father’s yells flooding the hallway as you snicker in amusement and rub your thumb on the back of his hand you’re holding. Your other hand occupied itself with turning the toy off, eyes set on the elevator closing in.

“You did great, Shou. I’m so proud of you.”

Your praises always make him keen, but this one makes him moan the loudest today, his shaky hands finding purchase on your hips to press them flush against his. Doesn’t matter the curious wet spot on his crotch, all that matters is that you know how horny he still is.

“P-please? Please, y-y/n. I-I think I ne-need more. St-still hot!”

Now, who are you to deny the man who came in front of his father shamelessly?

#bnha smut #mha smut #todoroki smut #todoroki x reader #sub bnha #✿; impurity #𝖙𝖔𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖎.𝖘 #🍦 anon

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iaminatree · 2 years

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The Terrible [Headcanons]

I already posted it on joey's post but i'll say it again for the sake of keeping everything in one place:

miles is the kind of gay who used to push other boys off of the swings during recess because he didn't like how they were cuter than him (newsflash, he was the only one who thought they were cute)

meanwhile niles is the exact opposite. when he sees a cute boy, his first instinct is to get as close to them as possible. unfortunately, he is a loser and never got close to any cute boys because of his lacking social skills

demiboy niles who mostly goes by he/him pronouns but is still totally cool with they/them (totally not projecting here)

sure, there is trans niles

but don't you find it a little sus how the people who relate to miles murphy the most are trans masc 🤔

anyways trans boy miles and trans girl stuart poggers

holly's cishet but she's allowed to be

also this may be bold of me but i think stuart is straight (or lesbian if paired with the trans femme hc)

just seems like he'd say he wants to get loads of chicks when he grows up idk

also to add on to the holly cishet thing, i think she'd have the mindset of like, she's straight atm but if a girl came along that she liked she'd be very willing to not be

anyways sexuality n gender hcs aside:

i feel like at one point holly, miles, and niles went to hang out somewhere and niles wore his navy turtleneck and holly just had like, an intense realization involving a flashback to that time miles asked if she'd seen anybody look good in a turtleneck

meanwhile miles is like "hehe hey niles nice turtleneck 😊"

anyways i believe there has been a time where niles offered to do miles's nails at a hangout and miles was like "lol thats kinda gay tho" and got hit with an 8 paragraph essay on how gender roles are mediocre and, quite frankly, unnecessary

they then showed up at school the next day wearing matching red and blue nail polish while everybody gave em the rock eyebrow raise

wearing nail polish isn't gay, however wearing matching nail polish with your best friend after he gently held your hand doing your nails while your heart beat faster than whats healthy at your proximity? that's a little gay. just saying.

oh also josh is a fps gamer but like, the kind who gets over-dramatic on vc and blames everybody else for his death

holly tracked down his username on most sites and proceeded to join one of his servers and repeatedly kill him while he got increasingly more and more pissed until he quit

wwell that got a little long but it's just some funky lil ideas of mine

i'll make a pt 2 if its wanted since i have a lot of Thoughts. hell, i could even talk about my hcs for other fandoms i love talking and my asks are always open

#the terrible two #niles sparks #miles murphy #holly rash #stuart ttt #i love over analyzing characters to determine their sexuality #long post #sorry lmak

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peter-parcoeur · 3 years

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Good girl gone bad | (frat!tom)

request: How about frat cocky Tom at a Christmas party, wearing something that shows off his muscles, and he keeps flirting with y/n, who hates him. Throughout the night, he slowly wins her over, and once he has her in the palm of his hand, he makes her compliment him and then worship his muscles and then get on her knees and suck on him through his boxer briefs and then finally he f*cks her face and he's dirty talking and boasting all the way through :)

disclaimer: Hiii, so this was a request (sadly anonymous but if you’re out there reading this, I hope you enjoy and this lives up to your expectations...) this is my first attempt at fratboy!tom so I apologize in advance if that’s not exactly what you expected from it or whatever. Also I’m french so, some unfortunate spelling mistakes may occur and for this I apologize too! (damn I do really know how to sell myself, don’t I?) Anyway, enjoy your reading and please give it a ♥ if you liked it and a comment if you either really liked or hated it. Annnnd I’m talking too much.

warnings: smut smut smutty smut is to be expected, obviously. includes: brat!tom, braggy!tom, boasting!tom and some serious potty mouth / enemies to lovers (well, more like enemies to fuckbuddies idk) / oral-sex / face-fuck / dirtyDIRTY talk/ fingering / brief mentions of self luuuuvin (that’s masturbation, for you) / dom!tom + sub!reader / I guess a little bit of humiliation and praise kink idk if that’s triggering so just in case... / roughness... I guess that’s it? probably enough already.

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« Come on, it’ll be fun! God knows you could really use some fun… » your friend’s voice almost begged over the phone as you safely locked it between your cheek and your shoulder to open the door to your dorm room, your keyrings grazing the piece of metal surrounding the lock with a soft, clicking noise.

“Yeah cause hanging out with complete morons as they get shit-faced on cheap vodka is totally my idea of a good night...”

“ Urghhhh, Y/N please, are you really gonna be a Grinch about it?”

“ Well, it’s a Christmas party so I guess that’s convenient?”

You could tell your friend was getting frustrated by now, the slight change of tone in her voice making her sound desperate. Kicking off your shoes and dropping your books above the mess on your desk, you immediately crashed onto your bed with a loud, exhausted groan as this never-ending day had managed to push every single one of your buttons. You felt completely drained and yet, your best-friend wanted you to join her to some frat-house where, apparently, the “most incredible” Christmas party was about to be held? Uh-uh. No way. Your actual plan for a Friday night (= eating take-out food in front of some true crime documentary on Netflix) seemed much more appealing than the effort your friend seemed to require from you.

“You’re really gonna bail on me? What if something happens to me?”

“Now this is guilt pressure and you’re so much better than this! “ You laughed, “plus… I know you wanna go just so you can make out with Harrison… You really don’t need me for this and truth be told, I really don’t need to see that guy shove his tongue down your throat!”

“Maybe YOU need someone to shove his tongue down your throat “

“I’ll pass, thanks “

“Come on, how long has it been since you’ve got laid? “

“That’s… way beside the point?””

Still, you thought about it.

How long has it been, really?

Well. As far as you could remember, there were a couple (disastrous) tinder dates at the beginning of the semester. Nothing major even though the sex was still okay. Then you had decided to delete the app so you could focus on your studies, thinking that, eventually, life would grant you with an actual IRL, cute boy who could actually work a little harder to get into your pants whereas it had taken a single swipe on a screen for the previous contestants.

But for now, as the semester had come to an end and Christmas break was around the corner, it only occurred to you just how busy you had been, studying all night long and running on fumes and gallons of coffee. Maybe your friend was right. Maybe you truly needed to blow off some steam. Sometimes you wished you were more like her, carefree and less picky when it came to boys and random flings. Like her current crush, Harrison.

Harrison was a typical heartthrob with the face of a Greek God, so it was only natural for him to act like a brat and play with girls as he wished. With his piercing blue eyes and dreamy smile, girls could only wish he would look at them twice. But still, he wasn’t the worst part of Team Jackass, as you liked to call them. Their captain was actually Tom Holland. Football Quarterback, Tom collected girls’ hearts like trophies and held his pride within his questionable reputation. Party animal, heavy drinker and confirmed exhibitionist since he’d been caught fucking a cheerleader in the middle of the football field right after a game, his name was on everyone’s lips, whether they whispered gossips down the faculty’s corridor or muffled into a pillow as he dived into another naïve, besotted girl with the promise of an encore. To this day, all of the girls he had laid his eyes on were still waiting for a call-back.

You pulled a disgusted face at the thought of witnessing his little hunting game one more time. Tom was actually one of the main reasons why you usually skipped any frat party now. There were just so much time you could waste, sipping on some funky tasting “home-made” punch as “Football superstar” Tom Holland bragged about his athletic skills or how many girls he had fucked over the last couple days. Sometimes, it felt like a competition between him and his brain-dead friends. Somehow, you just knew he kept score of his one-night stands. Maybe he’d give you five stars for trying anal, a deep throat would give you another six and god forbid if you flattered his enormous, gigantic cock, well then, by all means, the throne would be yours. There was just something about him that screamed and irradiated praise kink.

“Y/N? Have I lost you?”

Your friend’s voice brought you back to reality as you seemed to have blacked out for a while.

Then, out of nowhere and unexpectedly, the words came out of your mouth.

“What time is the party then?”

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For every party, there’s a dress code.

Surely, a “Christmas” party just couldn’t be, without a fair splash of colorful jumpers or any subtle hints at Santa Clause as an excuse for a last-minute theme. Still, standing in front of what could only be Wednesday Addams’ wardrobe, you were suddenly hit by your lack of interest for any piece of clothes that wasn’t a shade between black and white. Was beige even a color anyway?

For a brief second, you considered wearing your infamous Christmas onesie, basically a fluffy one piece with a zipper, an oversized hood and covered with snowflakes and candy canes. The jokes would never end but no one could blame you for being ‘off theme’, then.

In the end, you settled for a rare “colorful” top which, luckily, happened to be whatever shade of green Christmas trees actually were. It was also skin tight and you knew for a fact it made your chest looks twice its size because of the way the velvet fabric enhanced your waistline. It was nowhere near provocative with its long sleeves and turtle-neck so you figured you could be a little bit more risky with the bottom part of your outfit, grabbing the black mini-skirt you’d bought a week before on a splurge, even though you didn’t know if you’d ever find the confidence to pull it off. It was short, there was no denying that as you turned around in the shop’s fitting room to catch a glimpse at your backside, knowing your whole ass would be exposed if you ever dared to bend down even so slightly.

Still, you felt sexy in it and as a girl who happily traded a sexy dress for yoga pants and an oversized hoodie, any piece of clothes that made you feel good about yourself was an instant buy.

Looking down at your final outfit as it laid down on your bed, a pair of nice ankle boots at the bottom of it, you patted yourself on the back for making the extra effort and walked to the bathroom for a well-deserved boiling shower. Staring at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, you sighed to yourself as the aftermath of a sleep deprived week and lack of skin care routine or basic maintenance whatsoever hit you like a truck on the highway. Your hair had been wrapped into the same messy bun for days and it would definitely take some professional skills to cover up the bags under your eyes.

Maybe this party was the wake-up call you needed, the equivalent of a Judging look from your mother every time you visited her after a while. You could almost hear her complain about how unhealthy you looked and how you should wear more “flattering” clothes. Ironically, you also knew she would never approve the skirt you intended to wear that night. You remembered just too well that frown she’d given you at your father’s 60th birthday and how you had to gulp an entire bottle of red wine to forget about the fact the woman who gave birth to you had called you a prostitute for wearing a dress above the knees. Sometimes it’d be like that. Family gathering were like a plague, somehow, you just couldn’t escape it and it would either scar you for life or make you wish you were dead.

As you entered the cubicle, the coldness of the tiles hit you, covering your skin with goosebumps and sending shivers down your spine. It took you a couple minutes to adjust as you waited for the water to turn hot enough to coat the mirror with a thick foggy layer. Only then did you relax, letting go of this week’s emotionally charged weight upon your shoulders and focusing on yourself, at last.

It was a fairly long shower as you decided to go through your entire haircare routine instead of a brief, one minute shampoo. Not to mention the fact you also had to shave entirely as it felt like it would be a good way to get rid of this nightmare of a semester, like stepping out of your old skin and into a new one. Usually, body hair was probably too far down the list of your preoccupations to even be noticed but you figured, as you felt surprisingly motivated, now was the right time to make your body smooth as a baby. You actually loved the feeling of a soft, freshly shaved skin.

As you rinsed off the soap, your hands fondling the body parts water failed to reach, your mind unexpectedly wandered through some steamy thoughts as soon as your fingertips grazed your slit, taking some shy dip between your folds. It was no surprise that a simple, barely there stroke would instantly strike your arousal, after all, it had been a while. You shamelessly admitted that your studies had taken over your life, up to the point you’d even find yourself too exhausted for some self-love. Somewhere in your chest of drawers, the small collection of adult toys you owned were probably collecting dust in the middle of your socks and panties, wondering when they’d get to take a swim and make you squirm into your sheets as you hold on to the headboard, biting your lip until it turns white so you don’t scream through climax.

What struck you the most was the fact TomfuckingHolland came to your mind the very second your middle finger met your clit, circling it softly as you felt electricity spark through your legs, making it jolt. Why the hell was his stupid smug splattered all over your unspeakable thoughts when he was, by far, the last man on Earth you’d let come close to your naked self? Let alone in a shower cubicle the size of a shoe-box where you’d have no space whatsoever to escape his heavy, muscular chest.

His body looked ridiculously built for a man with the face of a 13 year-old. Sometimes you’d catch him randomly flex throughout the day, showing off his enormous biceps to anyone willing to praise his impeccable shape. There would be no room for these guns in there, you thought as a brief image of these massive arms shielding you from both side, fists tight against the tiles, came immediately to your mind. What took you by surprise wasn’t to actually picture Tom standing in there with you, naked and definitely willing to make that room a lot steamier, but the fact you slipped a finger into your surprisingly dripping core as soon as you imagined him stepping closer so your bare, sticky chests would meet, his obvious arousal poking at your inner thigh, begging to make an entrance.

You stopped before you inevitably came, even though your body craved for that well-deserved relief. You may have been hornier than you thought, but not nearly horny enough to hand your first orgasm in months on a silver plate to a boy who probably stroked himself in front of a mirror on a daily basis. Your thighs squeezed together where your fingers had left a desperate void, rinsing your entire body with a much colder water, hoping it would bring your sanity back.

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You looked incredible.

It wasn’t just you boosting your ego through a pep talk in front of your mirror back in your dorm this time, and even if you loved to give yourself an encouraging speech, praising whatever features you thought made the cut in the top three of your best assets as you gathered the strength to go out in public in an outfit pretty far from your comfort zone, nothing could ever beat the look people gave you as you walked into the frat house looking like a three courses meal. There was just something about that short time slot where you caught a gaze and knew what that look was all about.

You knew Liza, the head student with a soft spot for athletes so obvious she probably had the entire football team’s handprints tattooed on her skin, just hated to see you get the attention she usually caught. Athletes loved nerdy, smart-ass girls like her, but to her own despair, you actually happened to be one of those, only with a shorter skirt and thicker thighs.

You knew half of Team Jackass was already staring at you, wishing they’d catch a glimpse of whatever you had to offer underneath that impeccable outfit as the soft fabric of your skirt kept rising up, every step bringing you closer to an unfortunate peek at the plain, white cotton undies you had chosen to wear that night.

But above anything, you could most definitely feel someone’s gaze upon you, burning up your skin like lasers trying to scan through your clothes. Suddenly, you felt exposed and with a simple smirk, Tom-Holland came out, strong as ever, just so he could pop out the comforting bubble you had built around you. Of course, he had chosen to wear the tightest white tee-shirt so everyone could distinctively see each of his six, rock-hard abs. Of course, his sleeves were slightly rolled up to enhance his biceps and if you weren’t familiar with his despicable behavior, seeing him flex just so he could kiss the pumped-up mount irrupting from his upper arm like a fresh batch of popcorn on a stove, you could have barfed immediately at the disgusting sight of a man with an ego the size of a fucking comet.

For now, you simply rolled your eyes all the way to the back of your head and watched as he smiled cockily, his hand reaching out for a redhead girl’s cheek even though his eyes were most definitely undressing you from afar. You could tell the girl had dressed to impress as she was tightly wrapped into the just-slutty-enough version of Santa’s outfit. Basically a velvet red dress with a fluffy white strap on top of her bustier. The way she laughed and twirled her long curly strand of hair as she gazed lovingly at Tom was enough for you to know she would soon join the never-ending list of names on his score board.

Shaking your head at how easy it seemed for him to get laid within the first hour of a party, you made your way to the kitchen where the alcohol seemed to be. As expected, most students were already sipping at some questionable cocktail right from the bowl with a straw and since you didn’t feel like going straight for the strong stuff, you settled for a beer, fiddling with the bottle cap for a solid minute before you heard a voice coming from behind your back.

“Need some hand with that, sweetheart?”

The cocky tone and thick accent immediately sent you off as a long, single shiver ran down your spine from the disgusting thoughts it brought along. It had come to the point you couldn’t even stand his stupid voice.

“I’m fine, thanks” you lied, your first still tightly gripped on your sealed beverage.

“You look like you could use some strength…”

Of course, he had to bring up his impressive, spectacular strength within seconds. Maybe he expected you to slow clap, bow down or throw confetti’s all over him for being strong enough to open a beer bottle. What on Earth would you do without his strong, manly hands?

Grinding your teeth as your tongue clicked against your palate out of pure annoyance, you gave him the most unimpressed look as he grabbed the bottle from your hand, popping out the cap hard enough to make it fly off and hit the table with a soft, metallic thump. Smirking to himself, Tom handed you the bottle back, tilting his head as he obviously expected some enthusiastic reaction.

“Do you want a medal or something?”

“A simple ‘thank you’ would be a good start? “He mocked, raising his eyebrows in a way that made your consider throwing the entire bottle at his face to wash away his stupid cockiness.

“Thanks” you simply blurted out, raising your beer slightly before walking away as you took a couple sips. It wasn’t even that cold or remotely good.

Tom watched as you walked away in silence, his eyes inevitably drawn to the way your hips and that glorious ass of yours seemed to wiggle into that daunting skirt. Grazing his thumb over his bottom lip with a smirk, the eager flame in his eyes made his will to take you to a quiet place grow bigger with each step you took.

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The music was getting considerably louder as people were now dancing all over the place, from the staircase to whatever was left of furniture after too many parties hosted in this house. The constant buzzing sound of chit-chats and laughter was slowly making your head spin as you gulped on your third (or was it the fourth?) Shot of tequila. As expected, Y/BFF/N had wasted no time as she was already clinging to Harrison’s neck, feasting on his mouth like an open buffet. His hands were on her bum, holding on to it for dear life with a strong grip. At least, she was having fun.

Out of boredom and to your own surprise, you had agreed on doing shots with a couple people you knew from class. Not technically what you’d call reliable friends but you always bumped into them at parties where you’d basically chat, and drink. From afar, you could see some people had gathered around a table where Team Jackass had started the inevitable beer pong contest. Nibbling at a piece of lime, hoping it would wash away the burning haze of the tequila, you winced at the sourness as your eyes suddenly locked with Tom’s. He was now holding his arms up on both side, raising one fist through the air as he had clearly won that first round. There was something pathetic about a man in his twenties begging for attention and acting like he was about to claim the gold medal at the Olympics when all he did was throw a feather-weighted plastic ball into a red cup.

All the alcohol in the world would never get you drunk enough to tolerate this guy.

Sometimes, you couldn’t help but think it was a shame to see him act so pitiful when he face was actually okay. Well. He was definitely cute as long as his mouth was shut and his stupid, pretentious smug out of the way. With his soft, chocolate brown eyes, his tousled eyebrows and thin pink lips, he could’ve been a guy you’d be interested in. His brown hair was somehow, always tucked into a snapback or a beanie but you had caught a glimpse of his natural curls once and though it killed you on the inside to admit it, he did look great when he didn’t try too hard to be a complete asshole.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t see him walk towards you.

“We’re doing shots now? “

“Impressive” you frowned, “did you figure it out all by yourself?” you chuckled, swallowing what’s left of lime, basically pulp, in one soft gulp.

“You like to act all smart ass around me, don’t you?”

“Correction: I am, in fact, smart… Not that it’s something you’re familiar with so, pardon me if it’s all too confusing for you… “

“Are you calling me dumb, then?” he was frowning now, his enormous self-centered head deflating under the unexpected pressure of your witty come-back.

“Did you hear the word ‘dumb’ coming out of my mouth?”

“No – but I sure know what I would like to see come in that sweet mouth of yours, darling”

The fact he had the nerves to say that kind of stuff right to your face was enough to piss you off but what caught you off guard was his hand reaching for your face as his thumb delicately grazed your bottom lip, pulling at it just enough for you to taste his fingertip.

“Surely, lime isn’t the only thing you like to suck on?” he smiled, cocky as ever as you could feel actual rage building up from your core and all the way to the back of your throat.

“I suggest you keep your hands off me” you snapped, pushing his hand off your face as he laughed to himself, the raspy sound caught in his throat making you throb against all odds.

“Or what? What you gonna do about it, uh?” he teased, confident as ever, his words coming out of his mouth halfway between a threat and a challenge. His arms were crossed against his chest now, making every inch of muscle he owned just pop out. There was nothing sweet about the way his body was built, and was he ever given the occasion, you knew he could break your spine in half with his one hand. You just wished you’d never thought about it as the filthiest images came to your mind, starting with Tom spinning you around over the sink in the bathroom and pinning you down with his palm pressed between your shoulder blades as he pounded hard and fast into you.

Maybe Tequila had gotten to your head faster than you expected.

“I know girls like you” he started, walking backwards until your back hit the wall and you were completely trapped between his arms, one of his leg parting yours so his knee would slowly graze that spot where your thighs met, claiming his access to that precious part of your body you could definitely feel getting damper against your will.

“What about it?” you asked, slightly more provocative than you had intended.

“You like to act all innocent, pretending you have higher standards…” His breath was warm, wrapped into the thickness of alcohol, curving a ball at the back of his throat so his voice would come out raspier and lower than usual, “… but secretly you just want guys like me to fuck the back of your throat until you choke”.

You felt it. Your pussy throb at the single thought of it. You didn’t want to physically react to these obscene images, words coming out of his mouth filthier than anything you’d ever heard, but still, as hard as you wanted to remain cold and unbothered, there was no denying for the dampness between your thighs. You just hoped he wouldn’t get a chance to notice it.

“You disgust me” it took you all the strength you had to spat back at him, and even then, all he did was smile then chuckle softly to himself as his hand slid up your throat, wrapping it slowly until his thumb pressed itself into the crook under your chin, nesting as it was made to be there.

“Please—are you really going to pretend you’ve never thought about my cock filling up your pretty mouth?” his fingers found your lips again, tracing it slowly as your heartbeat increased with each word, “like you’ve never thought about me when you finger yourself at night” he paused, pinching his bottom lip between his teeth as he tilted his head, his mouth coming closer to your hear with a dark whisper “I know you do, baby… I know you touch yourself thinking of me, wishing those fingers were mine, diving into your dripping cunt… Touching spots you could only wish you’d reach… how I would spread those lips open and run my tongue all over your slit….” A warm breeze brushed your neck as a cursed laugh escaped his lips, making you squirm unexpectedly, “I bet you taste so sweet, I would never get enough of that glorious pussy…”

By now, you were wrapped into the intoxicating scent of his cologne. It was strong and manly as expected, yet comforting in a way you didn’t want to think about. You didn’t want to picture yourself wearing that grey hoodie he loved to wear after a game, his perfume raining over your bare chest as you’d lazily ride him on his dorm bed after you’d get bored of whatever movie you’d settled for, pushing your panties to the side as he couldn’t be bothered taking it off completely. You didn’t want to picture him unzipping that same hoodie, palming your boob with one of his strong hands as his mouth sucked on your nipple until your soft, delicate skin turned red from all the biting marks. You didn’t want to feel yourself stretch around his rock-hard cock as he’d lift your legs up to wrap it around his neck, because he’s that kind of jerk who likes to show off even when he’s completely buried inside of you, that kind of complete asshole who loves to remind you just how deep he can go, smirking to himself as he hits your special spot over and over and over…. until you beg for him to stop. That kind of utterly disgusting dickhead who’d never stop, because he knows that, deep down, you just want him to keep going.

“Now you can tell me you’re not already wet… But we both know that’s a lie” he smiled again and as you felt his hand going down, palming you through your top and all the way down to the front of your skirt, you finally decided to come to your senses and grabbed his wrist into your tight fist, stopping him just in time before he’s reached the only approval he truly needed.

“Go to hell, Holland” you snapped, using all of your strength to push him off and walk away.

You didn’t turn back to see him chuckle at the sight of your flushed face.

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The coldness of water came as a shock as you bent over the sink in the bathroom, splashing your face until it didn’t feel like your skin was on fire. Grabbing a towel, you patted your cheeks and forehead, staring at the reflection in front of you. You definitely looked flustered, like you had just run a marathon when all you really did was to suffer through your archenemy’s evil little game.

Usually, you would have just brushed it off and that’d be it. But tonight, for some reason, you just couldn’t seem to shake him off your thoughts, his voice still echoing through your head like a curse without a cure. Outside the bathroom, you could hear the muffled sound of music and screams coming from the living room as beer-pong had turned into strip-pong with everyone removing a piece of clothes every time the ball missed the cup. Typical, drunken behavior. Soon enough these parties would turn into a massive orgy and it wouldn’t even come out as a big surprise.

Freshen up a little had helped you settle your thoughts back into place but still, your body didn’t seem to catch a break as the build-up tension and frustration Tom had caused within your core was yet to be released. There was no denying that your toys would have come handy if you were back to your dorm room as it felt like your pussy kept clenching for no reason, like the gaping mouth of the thirstiest man in the middle of a drought. You knew how bad you needed to put it out of its misery but if you thought undressing for a ping pong game was bad, what would happen if anyone walked on you literally fingering yourself in the bathroom of a frat-house? No one would shut up about it.

Tom would certainly not. Shut. Up. About. It. Ever.

You pressed your thighs together, hoping for some sort of relief as his words came back haunting you, thinking about how your hand had found its way between your legs earlier in the shower, the very second you had thought about his body pushing you up against the tiles. Is that what he was to you, now? A fantasy? Would you become another disgusting cliché of a girl begging for the typical frat boy to fuck her at a party because she couldn’t handle his dirty mouth?

Then you thought about your best-friend and how the last time you’d seen her, she was heading upstairs with Harrison, giggling, her lipstick smudged all over her chin after making out heavily on the couch up to the point everyone was starting to wonder whether they should be charged for that kind of peep-show or just roll with it. How she was probably getting fucked in his bedroom while you were standing alone in a bathroom, dripping wet for a man you hated down to the very bottom of your guts.

The door swung open abruptly, making you jump.

“So that’s where you’ve been hiding!” Tom smiled, walking in.

“Can’t a girl have some privacy?”

“I need to take a piss, you’re the one standing out there doing nothing” he joked, walking to the toilets with his hands already fiddling with the zipper of his pants.

“Hum, excuse me?” you spat, widening your eyes as you realized he was genuinely about to use the toilets with you still standing a few meters away.

“I said I needed to take a piss… So either you just stand there watching, which I don’t mind really… or you can get out?” he pointed his chin towards the door, unbothered as he casually pulled his dick out of his boxers.

Both infuriated and shocked, you turned around as there was no point leaving the room now that his whole junk was out and already halfway through it.

“Do you have to be that disgusting? Really you’re such a pig!” you complained as you heard him sigh with relief before the toilet flush broke the most awkward silence of your entire existence.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll clean it up real nice just for you…” he smiled even though you still had your back turned to him. You heard him use the tap, washing his hands for a considerably long amount of time. At least he wasn’t one of those filthy rats who thought basic hygiene was optional.

“What were you doing by the way?” he finally asked, grabbing the towel to your left, “touching yourself thinking about me?”

You turned around to face his cocky face once more, this time with a furious need to slap it. Hard.

“You know I’ve seen you walking around campus a couple times, Y/N… Those big jumpers and yoga pants you like to wear don’t do that body any justice, but this?” he circled his finger in the air, pointing out her entire outfit “this, I like to see… and if you weren’t being a little brat I would gladly pull up that skirt up to your waist and have you there, above the sink…”

“I’m being a brat?” you scoffed. That was rich, coming from the ultimate king of bratty assholes.

“Well you call it whatever you like but denying yourself something you truly need just to prove a point seems a little childish…” he shrugged, shoving his hands into this jeans pocket and giving you a perfect glimpse at the veins running up his arms and disappearing underneath his rolled up sleeves.

“You think all girls are begging for you to fuck them? Really?”

“Probably, yeah, and who could blame them really? I have a great cock and I’ve never had a single bad review about the way I use it…” he smiled, with the arrogance of a king sitting on a throne of indecency.

“You’re so full of yourself… it’s insane” you shook your head with pure disgust.

“Then go ahead and prove it”

“Prove what, exactly?”

“That you’re not dripping wet as we speak…”

Point taken.

You were, indeed, dripping wet and soon enough, you’d have some serious explaining to do as the thin cotton fabric of your underwear was now soaked with your unsolicited arousal. Even though your head was filled with hateful thoughts and resentment for Tom, it felt like your body would not stop begging for his touch, dragging him closer like two pieces of magnets on a fridge. Unconsciously, you were now standing a couple inch away from his face, so close you could actually smell the soft mixt of menthol and alcohol from his breath. There was no point denying the obvious tension between you two as you looked like you were about to break into a passionate kiss but now it was just a fight between your will for self-preservation and your body, aching to be touched.

And so you heard yourself say these words you never thought you’d say, like you were standing in the audience as your other self was performing on stage, making some questionable decisions you weren’t 100% okay with.

“Which one’s your bedroom?”

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You could have fought longer, for the sake of your personal values, but as your feet were swiped off the ground, your back hitting the door as it closed behind you with a loud slam, all of your good sense and respectable choices just vanished as much filthier thoughts buried them for good.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist as his hands had wasted no time and found their way under your top, fondling your breast with the hunger of a wolf. Your lips attached to his, you moaned louder than expected as he pushed himself a little harder against you, the obvious stiffness of his crotch pressing against your aching core. Your skirt had risen up to your waist from spreading your legs a little too wide, flashing your white panties as it was now so soaked you could definitely see the outline of your lips, the thin fabric sticking to your slit. Catching your breath, heavy pants breaking your kiss, you looked into Tom’s eyes only to see nothing but pure, absolute lust in them. As you tugged at his brown locks, a couple strand curling slightly at the back of his neck, you watched as his snapback fell to the floor with a thump, unleashing his brown untamed mane.

Suddenly, he didn’t seem so bad, groaning slightly as your fingers scrapped the back of his neck, your lips sucking on his throat for good measures. With his head tilted back slightly, it felt like Tom was getting soft for a while, caving in so you could take control over him. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long as he suddenly traced a hand all the way down to your inner thigh, immediately pushing your panties to the side with his middle finger.

“I knew it…” he smiled, sliding his finger along your slit as you wrapped it up with a glistening coat of arousal. You knew he had won the minute he felt just how wet you were for him, but when it should have been upsetting, you just didn’t care. All you needed now was to feel his cock filling you up in any way he wanted, “who made you this wet, darling?” he smiled, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Don’t be a brat…” you complained as you could see some mischief in the way he looked at you.

“Just say it” he insisted “I want to hear you say out loud just how wet I make you” this wasn’t a request, but an order. And for some obscure reason you didn’t want to figure out, it somehow turned you on even more.

“You…” you started, biting your lip out of nerves, or out of excitement, you weren’t sure quite yet. “You make me so wet, Tom” you almost moaned, pushing yourself a little harder against his hand when he failed to give you exactly what you needed. His fingers. Buried deep inside of you.

“Hmm” Tom groaned, two of his digits spreading your lips apart at a torturing slow pace, “I like the sound of that…” his knuckles were barely halfway when you buckled your hips off the door, begging for more, “what’s that darling? Tell me what you want…” he was whispering by now, slowly pushing his fingers into your desperate slit, “I want to hear you beg for it…”

You felt him push deeper, curving his fingers into a hook every time he reached your g-spot. By now you were so aroused you just knew it would take you more than a couple stroke to cum heavily into his awaiting palm. You could hear the sloppy sound of your own wetness every time he slammed his slick, extremely skilled digits back into your throbbing pussy. His lips curved into a hasty smile as he could feel you literally drip all over his palm and wrist.

“I want you… I want you so much” you barely managed to whimper as he increased the pace, his wrist working its magic between your thighs.

“Hmm hmm? I’m gonna need you to be more specific baby… what exactly do you want?” his thumb grazed your clit for a brief second and that was enough for you to squeal under his touch, making you clench suddenly around his fingers, “say you want my cock” he almost growled as you felt his hard-on twitch against your thigh, begging to be freed.

“I want your cock” you immediately wimped, your own words sending shivers down your spine as you twitched with anticipation, “I want it so, so bad…”

“Good girl…” he hummed, slowing down the pace so he could add a third finger, stretching you out slightly this time, “d’you think you can take it though? It’s pretty big…” he smiled, twisting his hand just enough so he could dig himself a path.

You simply nodded, unable to speak anymore, but as you were about to beg for more, Tom removed his hand, leaving you frustrated and hornier than ever. His face changed suddenly as he watched you pout, his hand reaching up for your lips.

“What about that pretty mouth, then? You think it may fit?” he smiled, spreading your lips apart so you could taste yourself on his soaked fingers. You immediately obliged, sucking at it, one by one, never keeping your eyes off him. When he shoved three of his digits, watching as your tongue twirled around it, cleaning it off completely, you could definitely tell his eyes had gotten darker, filled with unspeakable thoughts you would be begging to hear soon.

“You’re gonna let me fuck that pretty face?” he added, removing his fingers from your mouth so he could give you a soft, cheeky slap on the cheek. You nodded, obedient as ever. “Say it” he commanded, louder this time, “say you want my cock inside your mouth”.

“I want it… I want your cock inside my mouth” you pouted, only because you knew he loved to see you beg like a spoiled little princess. You’d seen it in his eyes, the way he looked at you every time you tilted your head to fake an innocence that was long gone.

Tom stepped back, walking away slowly as he watched you standing there, flustered, your hair all over the place, panting out of lust and frustration. Pulling his shirt off, you watched as his impressive chest unveiled in front of you. Abs like rocks, a thin strand of hair tracing a path from his navel to his crotch, disappearing under his jeans, his impeccable V-line bringing images you never thought you had within yourself. As he pushed his hair back, daunting you with his a look half way between arrogance and disdain, it felt like all signs of dignity had left your brain as all you could think about was to crawl to the floor and beg for his cock.

“What you’re waiting for then, Darling?” he smiled, unzipping his flies as he watched you walk towards him and get on your knees within seconds.

Your hands pulled at his jeans until it finally pooled around his ankles. Looking up to stare into his eyes, you felt both small and powerful, submissive but in control as you were now responsible for this man pleasure. It was up to you whether he’ll get to cum or not. But as you considered edging him as an option, Tom wasted no time in remembering you who was actually in charge.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” he sighed, grabbing your hair into a fist as his other hand stroked his cock through the cotton fabric of his boxers. You could tell he was just horny as you were as a couple pre-cum had already stained his briefs, turning it into a darker shade of grey.

Again, you nodded, removing his hand so you could replace it with yours, palming him through his briefs as he growled against your touch. He was big. Actually much bigger than you expected but somehow, you were up for a challenge. Tracing the outline of his cock with your fingers tips, you felt him push his hands on the back of your head, forcing you to come closer to his crotch.

“I want to fuck your pretty little mouth so, so bad” he groaned as you unexpectedly ran your tongue all over his stiff through the fabric, feeling it twitch as you palmed his balls. By now he was so hard you could feel the veins tracing a dirty road up to his leaking head as Tom started grinding slowly against your mouth, messing up your hair with his desperate fists.

When you pulled down his boxers, you took a couple seconds to stare at his glorious manhood, hard and pressed against his abdomen where it curved slightly, your mouth watering with a thirst you could have never pictured, especially when standing in Tom Holland’s bedroom. And yet, you couldn’t wait to have this magnificent piece of flesh filling up your mouth.

“Like what you see?” Tom smirked, boasting as ever but immediately squinting his eyes with a deep growl the minute he felt your tongue licking at the base, slowly going up until you finally bobbed on his creaming head.

You had always been good at this, giving head. Not that all of your partners would give you a proper review in the morning, pointing out your highs and lows, but there were just things men couldn’t do, like hiding the fact they were just having the time of their lives. And right now, Tom actually looked like there was nowhere else in the world he would rather be than standing here, with his cock in your mouth.

Twirling your hand at the base where you mouth couldn’t go just yet, you started bobbing up and down his shaft, sucking your cheeks in so your mouth would pop every time his dick came out. You had quickly figured out a couple things about Tom, including the fact he just seemed to love it dirty and noisy. You could actually hear him growl louder, his fist tightening its grip into your hair every time he slipped off your lips, only for him to shove it back a little harder and definitely deeper with each thrust.

“That’s it baby… Just like that… you’re such a good girl…”

You were a good girl, indeed. Always had been. Straight-A’s student from day one, the pride and joy of your parents, spending most of your week-ends doing some volunteer work whenever it was needed while being a caring, polite girl who never did anything wrong. Right choices only.

Or so you thought. Obviously, tonight would be always marked as the only questionable decision on your impeccable path to perfection. But still, as Tom grabbed your face with both hands to push himself deeper and all the way down your throat, making you gasp for air slightly, you had no regrets.

You stayed still for as long as your lungs could handle it, holding on to his firm, muscular buttocks as you swallowed him all. Looking down on you, Tom was left speechless as his cock stretched your cheeks out, his balls resting into your palm as you twitched them slowly, making it jolt with both pain and pleasure. When you felt like you were about to gag, you pushed yourself back, gasping for air as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Your cheeks felt numb and yet it missed the feeling of being stretched out already.

“Hmmm baby look at you…. you think you’re ready for it?”

“Yeah” was all you could blurt out. Yes to anything he wanted. You were prepared. You longed for it.

Looking around as Tom started pumping himself, getting ready for you, spitting into his palm to lube himself up so your lips wouldn’t drag along his shaft too much, you just couldn’t believe you were there, kneeling on the navy carpet of Tom Holland’s bedroom, the epitome of the ultimate frat boy. A huge flag from his favorite sports team was hanging above his bed, his never-ending hats collection sitting on wooden shelves by the wall like it was some kind of “frat boy starter pack” Art exhibition. In the corner of the room, you caught an unexpected glimpse at a guitar. It looked fairly new, but never in a million years would you have pictured Tom playing guitar. On his desk, his laptop was still open on a Spotify tab where you’d probably find a playlist based on some typical white boy rap music but against all odds, the room looked neat compared to what you had in mind.

“You look so beautiful” he sighed, out of nowhere, and to be completely honest, had your mouth not been filled with his dick, you would have probably picked up your jaw from the floor. Taking him all in once more, you just pretended you couldn’t hear, sparing you some awkward misunderstanding. Maybe those words were actually directed to his dick. After all, the boy loved himself just that much.

His hands were all over your face, wiping tears from your eyes every time he hit the back of your throat a little too hard, stroking your cheeks, massaging the back of your neck, roaming through your tangled hair as your kept up with his reckless pace, his hips swinging back and forth while you remained completely still so you could take him like a champ.

“God, I love to see you choke on my cock….” He gritted through his teeth “so…so hot…” you could tell he was getting sloppier now, pumping in and out of your mouth abruptly then a lot more slower as a couple twitch from his cock gave you a hint of his upcoming grand finale.

By now, you were a slippery mess, the taste of pre-cum hitting your throat as you dribbled all over his shaft, obscene sounds of suction coming out of your mouth every time he pushed himself out and back in all over again.

“F----uuuuck….fuck baby I’m gonna come!” he grunted, the sudden high-pitch of his broken voice driving you insane as you pushed yourself up a little so you could open your mouth wider, expecting him to fill it up soon enough. “D’you want me to cum in your mouth? Uh?” again, he gave you a little slap on the cheek, not quite hard enough for you to feel any pain. You nodded, moaning whatever came close to a “yes” as every single inch of your mouth was filled with Tom.

You heard him whimper, twitching a couple times, harder with his thrust as his hand fisted into your hair abruptly throughout his climax. Looking up to see his face, your eyes locked with his as he came all over your tongue, raining down your throat with a couple last, sloppy thrusts.

“Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuuu------“

Your eyes immediately teared up as you tried your best to swallow every drop of cum he had to give, the corner of your lips dripping like an overflowing sink.

Then there was a complete silence.

As you wiped your mouth off the thick, warmness of his cum, you felt him kneel to your side, then sit. Both of you looked completely exhausted, drained from every ounce of energy you had left.

“Well, that wasn’t half bad… for a little brat” he spoke again, and you just couldn’t believe he had gathered the energy to say this when he could have chosen silence.

Laughing quietly to yourself so you wouldn’t slap him across the face, you decided not to fuel him up and remained quiet instead. His hair had gone curlier than heaver, his glistening red face making him look like any cute boy you could easily fall for.

“I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna see a lot more of you at frat parties now?” he spoke again, and though it truly pissed you off to admit it, you just knew this wasn’t a one-time thing. For all you knew, this, was barely a prequel to a long, bumpy story of a good girl gone bad.

All because of Tom-fucking-Holland.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #frat boy tom holland #frat!tom #enemies to lover #tom holland x reader

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Vengeance = Repentance

PART 1: VENGEANCE

Summary: Reader had bullied Todoroki throughout all his time in high school. Years later, after a reconnection during an after-work drinking session, she goes back to his place, naively unaware of the payback he has planned for her…

Words: 4.1k

Rating: Explicit, Smut (in part 2)

Warnings: bullying by reader in beginning, murderous thoughts by Todoroki, Dark!Todoroki, drugging

(no smut in the first part, just immense build-up)

Notes: I could not for the life of me think of an interesting Todo fic to write. Until...THIS baby popped into my mind. It was actually really challenging and fun to write what goes on in the mind of Dark!Todoroki. I hope I did it justice.

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He hated you.

Sometimes the only reason he had for living was simply to see the day that you’d be six feet under a cold batch of dirt. You’d be all alone down there with no one to control. No one to manipulate. No one to blackmail or threaten.

You’d have no lackey to run around and get you sweet bread from the convenience store. No lookout to make sure any teachers came to catch the abominable acts you committed in the bathroom stall or behind the gymnasium. No rich father to make sure that whatever horrible deeds you committed that were reported were swept gracefully under a rug.

And most importantly, you wouldn’t have him. The target of all your psychological and physical abuse. The one person who constantly fulfilled your insatiably engorged sadistic ego.

“Heyyy~ Shou, can you come here for a sec?” You had called out to your bi-colored haired classmate from the threshold of the class’ door. The twitch in his shoulders in reaction to your voice made you chuckle. Todoroki slowly slid his chair back, making a scratching noise against the tiled floor, and got up. He walked up towards you with his eyes trailing the floor.

“Yes?”

“Ohh! So obedient today, aren’t we? Hehe- It was only a matter of time I suppose.” You smiled your disgustingly innocent smile at him. “I need you to check something for me. It’s important, okay?”

He stayed silent as he watched you move the hand that was behind your back out forward. You had a carton of milk in your hand, and it seemed to have already been open. He saw you put the carton to your nose and sniff harshly from where the opening was before shoving the carton into his chest. A bit of milk spilled out and dripped onto his uniform.

“This milk. It smells kinda funky. I want you to check it for me.”

“…If it smells funny then it’s probably-“

“Did I ask for your cheap opinion? Just do the favor, alright?” You frustratingly squeezed the carton in your hand which made even more milk spurt out and land on your hand as well as Todoroki’s uniform again. “Ugh! Shit! Look what you made me do! From being so obstinate.”

“Sorry…” He took the carton from your hand. It was practically half full now so he wondered why you even still cared so much. But he didn’t ask. He put the carton to his nose and sniffed to try and find a rotten smell to it. “I don’t smell anything.”

“Are you stupid? Not like that, idiot. You’ll never know if its bad if you check like that.” You quickly took the milk from him and raised it in the air. “You have to check like this~” You began to slowly pour the rest of the carton’s contents onto his head, completely soaking his silky hair and ruining his uniform even more. The milk drenched into his shirt and he could feel its cool wetness trickle his skin. “Ahaha! Weeell?? Is it bad or not, Shouutoo??”

There was a loud commotion of hoots and hollers from the other classmates as they watched your tormenting of Todoroki.

“Uwaah!! Milk boy got dunked on again!!”

“Gross! He’s gonna smell so bad later…”

“Dude! Go wash up! You’re gonna make the whole class smell like milk!”

“Krrgh..” Todoroki choked up in frustration, his hands balled into a fist. The fact he couldn’t just punch you right now could drive him to a point of enraged insanity.

The fact he had to let you get away with this over and over again just because of your father’s notorious connections with various government and business groups. He sometimes thought about just killing you anyway and dealing with the consequences. Prison would be more manageable than continuing to live in this same physical plane as you.

He thought about how he’d do it, too. If he would try to do it inconspicuously with poison, or conspicuously with his hands wrapped around your slender little throat. The former lead to more chances of him getting away with it. He could have the pleasure of your death along with his freedom. But the latter…the latter was just too enticing to pass up. Being able to hear your gargled whimpers attempting to beg for your life. Your legs that would try to kick and pry him off your weak body. Your face losing its color as your body is abruptly deprived of oxygen. And finally, his personal favorite, your bloodshot eyes that would be pleading for him to give you mercy before finally greying out.

Yes…the latter would have to do. Time in prison would be a beautiful cost to pay to see you perish under his fingers. The world would thank him later, for getting rid of their waste. Your death would serve as your repentance

But he was weak. Scared. He couldn’t find the conviction he needed to actually go through with it. It made him feel even worse. Maybe you were never wrong, and he was truly as spineless as you treated him.

But he’d get stronger. He had to. He needed to. He craved to.

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“Good job on closing the deal, Todo!”

Todoroki had felt a harsh pat on his back before a heavy arm was slung over his shoulder by his spikey red haired coworker as he was grabbing his blazer off the chair.

“It was nothing, Kirishima.” He replied coolly but not without a small twinge of a smile.

“Ha! ‘It was nothing’ he says!” The energetic man turned his head around to face everyone else in the office. “Hey! Everyone! Pay attention to this guy right here! You might become the most successful businessman this country has to offer!”

The office chuckled and gave soft cheers for Todoroki, some of them poking fun at Kirishima’s exuberant display of comradery.

“Todo! Kiri! You guys are coming out for drinks, right!” Another one of Todoroki’s energetic co-workers, this time with bright yellow hair, briskly jogged up towards them. “I already invited the ladies!”

“Totally, dude! Where are we supposed to be going?”

“Heights Alliance! That bar has the best drinks and food a guy could ask for. Not to mention cute girls!

Todoroki softly brushed off the arm of Kirishima before putting his jacket on. “I think I’ll pass.”

“Aw! Come on dude!” This time, the yellow-haired co-worker placing his arm around Todoroki’s shoulder. “You alllways bail on us! Come with us this time! Drinks on Kiri!”

“Hey, Kaminari! Don’t decide that for yourself!” Kirishima retorted. “But yeah, man. You should come out. We miss you sometimes, dude.”

Todoroki hesitated as he contemplated his fellow workers’ requests. Honestly, he had never gone out to just...have fun. He would clog his mind with work which was probably why he was successful anyways. He didn’t even know why he was so disciplined when it came to his career. Not knowing what his goals even were. Focusing primarily on work, but for what? To just deny any moments of pleasure or belonging?

Maybe it was time for a change.

“…Alright.”

“Wooo!!! Todo is officially on board!”

The loudness of the cheers of his coworkers rang stingingly through his eardrums but he couldn’t suppress the smile that stemmed on his face.

As he had the feeling tonight would be an unforgettable night.

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Todoroki sighed as he sipped the last of his drink and placed it softly on the counter in front of him. He sat alone as he thought about what he was even doing there. The entire evening basically constituting to watching his co-workers ramble on about various subjects that he could not get the meaning behind. After a while of heavy drinking, that he did not participate in, everyone either went bar-hopping or went home passed out in a taxi. He truly did not understand the purpose of such gatherings and he started to wonder how he’d even fit into society.

As he thought to himself, the sudden words from the bartender disrupted his thoughts.

“Oh hey, Y/N. Long time, no see.”

The abrupt sound of your name made him widen his eyes and his body unconsciously jolt in the barstool. Was it really the same Y/N? No, it couldn’t be. Surely there were a bountiful amount of people with names that were similar to yours. But he had to check for himself, so he looked up from his empty glass and-

“Haha…Shinsou. Looking as gorgeously sleepy as ever. How are you?”

The sounds of your conversation with the bartender drowned out with the rest of the bustled atmosphere as he glared upon you. Without a doubt, it was you. He could never forget that figure. That figure that towered over him menacingly even though he was taller than you. That figure that just watched from a distance as you sent your delinquent underlings to pummel him into the cold cement. That figure who would bow respectfully to teachers when they dismissed any reports of your lechery. And now that same figure was only a few feet away from him, sitting gracefully at the bar counter as you talked to the unknowing bartender.

His glare locked long enough onto your figure for you to finally meet his eyes. And before he could look away, you had called out to him.

“Eh..? To…Todoroki?” You had softly called out to him. Using his name in a way that he had never heard from you before. Using a voice that harshly contradicted the patronizing tone you barked commands at him with. “It’s really you, isn’t it?”. You were smiling at him. Smiling at him as if he were a longtime friend that you missed connections with due to one of you going abroad.

You had hopped out of the barstool and approached your old classmate, taking a new seat beside him. He looked over at the wall of drinks displayed in front him, avoiding your gazing. “Wow…you’re all grown up now, huh?” You looked over to the bartender raising your hand at him. “Shinsou~ A refill on whatever he had, okay? Make it two actually.” The bartender simply nodded at you before mixing up various alcohol and flavors behind the counter.

“I..I don’t want to drink.” Todoroki shivered at his own statement as he was reminded of the times you’d scream at him for not doing something you’d ask.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous. It’s on me, okay? Don’t worry about it.” You had inched your head more over the counter trying to get a better look at him. “Your hair…I always thought it was dyed. But I guess its real, huh.” You reached your hand out to run your fingertips through his silky bi-colored bangs. He twitched at your touch.

What exactly were you doing? Acting so innocent with him like this. Were you just going to pretend like the three-year long trauma you subjected him to was a fable? An illusion? Or perhaps you had minimized the damage you’d done in your mind in order to preserve your own sanity as you took over a new life.

“...Y/N. What are you doing?”

You quirked your eyebrows in confusion at his question. “What do you mean? I just…I just think your hair is really pretty is all.”

Were you faking it? Was this another one of your atrocious jokes? Perhaps within the next minute you’d start cackling at him, asking him how he could be stupid enough to believe he deserved such niceties from the likes of you.

Todoroki looked down and squeezed the empty glass on the counter. “Don’t you…don’t you remember? What you did to me?”

“Todoroki…” You lowered your eyebrows in sorrow. “I-I’m sorry for what I did to you back then. I was indeed…a cruel person. I know you probably won’t accept that…but I still want to tell you. You at least deserve my apology. As cheap as it is.”

He looked over to you, surprised at your apologetic tone. He gazed into your e/c eyes. The very e/c eyes that captured the hearts of everyone around you, yet seethed supremacy and calamity toward him. He had learned to distrust anyone with eyes that resembled yours. The eyes that were now looking at him with…

Remorse. Your eyes were burdening in remorse. As soon as Todoroki saw the guilt that dwelled in your eyes he knew that this wasn’t a joke. That you weren’t pretending to feel these things. The look in your eyes unquestionably conveyed the apology you had stated earlier.

And it was that same look that would ascend an unusual beast that lurked within the visceral regions of his body. An unfamiliar thirst that stayed submerged within him, never needing to be satisfied until now. It gurgled within the depths of his gut, practically wanting to vomit out of his esophagus.

A beast that went by the name of revenge. And it would be so easy to pursue it right now with the plague of repentance beating in your heart.

Todoroki placed one of his hands on yours and squeezed tightly. Your skin was so soft, so smooth. He could never take the time to feel how delicate your skin was when the only touch of yours he knew before was the stinging slaps you’d deliver on his face. But tonight, he’d be able to feel something more, and the touch of his hands on yours only made the beast inside of him grow more and more unruly.

“I forgive you, Y/N.” He tried to state it in the softest way possible, making sure the feigning of the line wouldn’t be discovered. However, he knew you believed him by the twinkle in your eye, signifying an immense weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“Todoroki…” A warm tear dropped from your cheek to his hand. “Thank you, Todoroki… thank you.” More tears would soon follow and drop onto his hand. He would’ve let go of you if he wasn’t so encapsulated by the feeling of your salty waters dropping onto his skin. As your tears cooled and dried up into his hand, he couldn’t have felt more enthused.

It was only then that Todoroki could take in the beauty that was your face. You looked so elegant like that, with pools of emotions trailing down your cheeks. Maybe if he’d seen this site of you in high school he’d had instantly fell in love. But such feelings didn’t reside in him anymore. They’d been evicted by the lurking beast of revenge, and that beast was craving more of this site from you.

“Two Vieux Carre cocktails” The bartender had placed the drinks on the counter in front of each of you before grabbing something under the counter. “…and a tissue”. He handed the soft fabric to you which made you giggle a bit.

“Thank you, Shinsou.”

He simply hummed a reply at you and returned to making drinks for other patrons that had walked in.

While you wiped away the allure that was your tears, Todoroki sat there, thinking of prolific strategies of how to get you under his grip. Should he just ask you to come home with him? Wouldn’t that be too straight forward? He didn’t know much about social interactions, but he knew asking a woman at a bar to come home with him had its underlying implications. And its not that he was undesired by women; he knew of the colleagues in his office that held romantic feelings for him. He just never followed through with any of them, never feeling anything close to the desires that were brought for him.

He also couldn’t help but feel subconscious about asking you to come home with him. You were the person that so incredibly ridiculed him for three years. You were still the same person who made him believe that no sane person would ever look twice at him. That he was too weak and monotonous to ever make someone feel happy.

Or were you? It seemed that whatever life change you went through caused you to redevelop your entire personality. Maybe you’d be like most the women he encountered in his life and become attracted to him? After-all, he also wasn’t the same person as he was in high school. He’d become stronger mentally and physically as well as much more confident about himself.

“Y/N, would you like to…finish drinking at my home?”

You stopped drying your tears at the suddenness of the question. “Huh?...You actually want me in your home?”

“Only if you want to.” Todoroki squeezed your hand again attempting to signal the desire to have you with him in private.

Blood rose to your nose and you looked away in embarrassment. “…Okay.”

Todoroki couldn’t stop the widening of his eyes at your acceptance. A part of him truly believed you’d call him disgusting before jumping up and delivering one of your characteristic slaps to his face. The heavens knew just how badly that needed to happen. If you’d rejected him, the beast of revenge may have gone right back to where it resided, deep in the subconscious of his mind.

But no, you’d accepted him. And with that, you’d accept your punishment. If you were truly ready to take on a new life, you would need to repent for your old one.

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Todoroki couldn’t stop the erratic beating of his heart as the two of you walked over the threshold into his house. He was closer and closer to fulfilling the dream of having you within his grips. But he couldn’t be too impatient as this would be the part where he would need to tread carefully. As the two of you took off your shoes, he would continue to watch your every move, like a jaguar stalking its prey.

“Woww!” Your eyes wandered around Todoroki’s living room, amazed at how expansive and beautifully designed it was. “Your house is so luxurious! And polished!” You looked back at Todoroki. “It suits you.”

Todoroki was a bit taken aback by your statement. As far as he knew, you had a rich father who catered to everything your callous heart desired. He was partly the reason behind his suffering seeing as that your father made sure any unpleasantry brought against you was hushed behind a closed door. “You aren’t used to this?” He stepped over to the mini-bar area and reached up to grab a specific bottle of wine.

“Huh?” You followed behind him and leaned against the bar counter, grazing your finger over the refined marble surface.

“This…kind of house. You aren’t used to it?” He grabbed a corkscrew from the drawer and began to pry off the wine bottle’s cork. “Your father was a rich businessman was he not?”

You scoffed as you rested your elbow on the marble. “My father was in the yakuza. Rich in some aspects, but no businessman.” Your eyes fell from Todoroki to the counter. “And we never got to live in a place anywhere this grand. Especially after he was taken down by the cops…”

“I see.” It made perfect sense honestly. Your yakuza connections would explain the lackeys, the apathy of the teachers towards your lechery, the strange approval of your actions by the entire class. It must’ve been hard behind the scenes having to be the daughter of a yakuza member, but nonetheless it wouldn’t your crimes against his humanity. Todoroki poured two glasses of wine and placed one on the counter next to you.

“Should we…sit on the couch?” You looked towards to main part of the living room, eyes landing on Todoroki’s expensive sectional. “I-I mean…if you want to…”

Todoroki noticed the flustering of your face and couldn’t help but think that if the two of you had met under different pretexts he would surely have made you his wife. But marriage is not what this affair is about. This affair is about satisfying the demon that grew expansively inside of him.

He grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers between yours as he picked up both glasses with his other hand. “I’d love to, Y/N”.

He walked the two of you over to the couch, waiting until you sat down to hand you your glass and sit closely beside you. He carefully watched as you took sips from the glass, mesmerized by the shape of lips and how you’d glossed them for your night out. They looked so soft and delicate and perfectly matched the dimensions of your face.

But your naivety obviously outmatched your beauty Todoroki thought. How could you so easily drink from the hands of someone who would so obviously want to get revenge on you? Did your newfound personality make you oblivious to the dangers of life? Maybe after wanting to permanently discard the remains of the yakuza from your brain, you decided to look at people in a new light. Maybe you wanted to just see the good in everyone and learn that most people aren’t out to destroy you. It is indeed a true thought; most people don’t want to destroy you.

But most people also don’t subject those around them to abhorrent acts of malice. And for that, your naivety would prove to be one of the worst decisions you’d made in your small existence.

“Your wine…it tastes very good.” You had swirled what left of it you had before drinking it all within a couple more gulps.

Probably the best compliment you could have said in your life. Todoroki had taken the time to make sure every speckle of power was completely dissolved into the wine. He couldn’t taste it himself or get a taste tester of course, so he would have just had to wait until your ultimate encountering to test it. And it worked.

“It was a gift from a friend abroad.” A lie. But a believable lie. “I’m glad you like it.”

You quizzingly looked at his still full glass of wine in his hand. “Why didn’t you drink any?”

“Oh...I- well I guess I am already a bit tipsy from the bar so further consumption would be ill-advised.” He smoothy stated before placing the glass on the coffee table in front of the couch.

You giggled at the statement as Todoroki internally cackled at your gullibility.

“You know, Todoroki…” Your eyes strayed to your lap. “I know this must mean nothing coming from me but…I liked you a lot in high school.” You twirled your index finger in circles on your skirt. “And I know I was mean to you but…I believe that our encounter must have been fate because, well…I still like you.”

Todoroki smiled, a cover-up for the guttural laughter that wanted to burst out of him. He let go of your hand and traced his fingers across your cheek before holding the side of your face delicately in his hand. “That…means more than you’d ever know, Y/N.”

“Shouto…”

He leaned over to give you a peck on the cheek before pressing his lips against yours. Your lips were just as soft as they looked and the gloss you wore provided a sweet vanilla taste. You sunk your hand into the red side of his hair before slipping your tongue in between his lips. Your tongue felt hot in his mouth and Todoroki grabbed your head to pull you deeper into the kiss. He tasted every part of your mouth that he could with his tongue. Your teeth, your gums, the inside of your cheeks. He made sure to leave his mark everywhere in your mouth, foreboding to the marks that would soon be left on your body.

As his kiss got deeper, yours became shallower and lazier. Eventually you pressed your hand against his chest to softly get him to back up.

“I’m sorry, Shouto…” You pressed your hand to your forehead. “It seems…I have a headache…and I’m kinda sleepy.” Your eyelids drooped heavily as sleep seemed to overcome you. “I…should go home.”

Shouto grabbed your head and leaned you down on the couch, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Ssshh…its okay Y/N. You can just sleep here for tonight. I’ll drive you back in the morning.”

“Okay…thankyou, Shouto.” You quickly drifted off to sleep at the finish of your sentence.

When Todoroki felt the heaves of your chest raise higher and lower at deeper levels, he picked you up into his arms, carrying you gently to make sure you wouldn’t wake up. Though that was a rare chance seeing as how he put a little extra power in the wine to make sure it would subdue you. He carried you down the corridor to the door that would lead to your demise. Before he walked down the stairs, he whispered into your non-listening ear.

“This encounter is indeed special, Y/N. But it will be more special to you than it will for me…because tonight will mark my vengeance. And tonight will also mark…your repentance.”

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soulsilvers · 3 years

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(points at ye) rank the pkmn trainers from ur least fav to fav :] also this is optional but ur free to include the rival characs if u want

design wise?? i dont think i can sort them from least fav to most fav but i can still analyze every design so i will rank them like this instead :-) i will do the rivals maybe some other day

original red: CUTE AND COOL a classic look. its funny how he kind of looks dweeby w a tucked in shirt but cool at the same time thanks to the sick high top sneakers. i will only accept red w black hair and dark brown eyes 5/5

frlg red: evil. why is he balding?? why are his pants NEON? no high top sneakers what did they DO 2/5

lgpe leaf: she is alright but i wish she had a big cool chunky jacket or something. her giant cowlick is excellent character design. weird sporty gnc girl representation 4/5

frlg leaf: funky early 2000's legwarmers girl, unashamedly a 2004 look. kind of oversaturated colors and i think she should have shorts instead or smth but its alright 4/5

original ethan: cool dude, up 2 no good as you can tell. his shoes rule 5/5

hgss ethan: updated to be whats cool in 2010, og ethan could be his 11 yr old self and this one could be a bit older more mature version of him. comfortable pants i like them but doesnt beat the og design 4/5

kris: very cool, sporty and memorable design. sick shoes once again and blue hair is perfect for a protagonist. 5/5

lyra: cutesy design, i like her hoodie-type shirt and overalls combo. but thats about it not one of my absolute faves 3/5

brendan: certainly rides a bike. oras design coolest. 3/5 hes ok iguess

may: i prefer r/s may the most, badass gloves too. i dont hate oras may but its clear they were like "she HAS to be more girly!!! >:(" 4/5

lucas: og lucas is a really boring boy i think 2/5, his platinum design is a big improvement now he has a nice jacket. 3/5

dawn: og dawn is cute and memorable, even if i have no idea what those things on her hair are theyre fashionable 3/5. platinum dawn could be sooo great but it literally pisses me off so much bc its meant to be a WINTER OUTFIT and yet she looks like she has no pants at all. why are you trying to freeze this girl to death @ the designers stop being cringe? 2/5

hilda: THE BEST a true heroic new yorker.. i so wish my hair could be a giant ponytail like that. i really like that pokemas gave her a sort of an impatient hothead personality instead of just being teehee cute 5/5

hilbert: he is pretty cool and i like his hairstyle and jacket. not too strong opinions on him 3/5

rosa: she looks REALLY fun and this time im ok w a girly design when its allowed to be just.. fun and comfy! please give pkmn protags more outrageous styles like hers 5/5

nate: ok i actually like that he has a big stupid doofus hairstyle hes a protag after all. i guess he enjoys going swimming in cold lakes regularly? i am a nate defender 4/5

calem: another dude w the mostly blue clothes and red hat huh. this guys more Gender but again no strong opinions 3/5

serena: def fitting for kalos and the only one alongside dawn who can be feminine i think. does her skirt have pockets?? id like a skirt w pockets. 4/5

elio: sm elio is just some guy so he gets 3/5 but i like that he and selene have thicker eyebrows. usum elios design is looks v fun though w the bucket hat and shoes 4/5

selene: sm selene looks MUCH cooler than usum selene just check out the shoes. why did they take away her sick shoes and bag? 4/5

gloria: shes grown on me a loooot since first time i saw her, those giant chunky boots should be your first cue on that she is rowdy n up to no good! scottish out of five

victor: i guess the design works... if you wish to portray him as a big briddish pushover. hes kind of a boring boy too whos feeling just a wee bit woild w the ripped jeans. cool backpack though 2/5

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fific7 · 3 years

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Dangerous and Divine - Part 11

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some voyeurism. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

Wanting to turn round and get the hell out of there, Madani found herself rooted to the spot. It was like car crash TV... she just couldn’t bring herself to look away. So, she stood there and just watched.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, she just stared at the scene in front of her. The room door was at her back and she went along with it involuntarily as it swung closed behind her. Coming to rest against it, she drew in a long breath.

Her eyes were glued to that damn cute ass of Billy’s. Watching it... relentlessly, hypnotically moving up and down, up and down, up and down. Listened to his breathy moans and low grunts as he pounded in and out of her. Uhh, uhh, unnhhh, unnhhh. Caught glimpses of his balls between his legs, snapping backwards with each thrust. A sheen of sweat visible across his shoulders and back. Saw one hand making its way down to where their bodies were joined, his other running gently along her thigh.

Her! she thought venomously. It should be me... he should be on top of me in that bed!

But still she watched. And watched. It was really dim in the room, and she realised the curtains were almost fully closed. She found herself craning her neck forward slightly to get a better look.

She watched as he kept on thrusting, then she noticed the muscles in his ass eventually tense up. Another three or four shorter thrusts, then she heard Billy cry out. Heard him breathe her name, saw him lowering his head to rest on her shoulder for a moment before bringing it up to her face; she just knew he was kissing her now. “I love you,” Madani heard him say, and more kisses followed.

The breath she’d taken in left her lips in a long hiss. This was just so not fucking fair!

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You reached up off the pillows to kiss Billy’s beardy chin above you, but a sudden movement near the door caught your eye. You let out a small shriek as you saw a shadowy figure standing there and Billy leaned back immediately, looking at you anxiously. You pointed towards the door and his head shot round in that direction. A snarl appeared on his lips and he roughly grabbed the bedcovers, quickly pulling them over the two of you. He leaned up on his elbows, looking over his shoulder at the intruder.

“Madani!!!” he yelled, “You... you fuckin’.... Get the fuck outta here!!!”

You heard the door slam, and raised your face from where you’d hidden it against Billy’s chest. You hadn’t been able to make out who it was in the low light. “That was her?” you asked him, and he nodded, throwing back the covers and sitting up against the pillows, running both hands through his wayward hair. “Yeah,” he replied, “yeah, it fuckin’ was. That crazy fucking bitch.”

You also sat up, bringing the sheet across you and under one arm, “What the hell was she doing in your room, Billy?” You were glaring at him, and he quickly put his hand on your cheek, “I have no idea, angel... truly I don’t. Please don’t be thinkin’ this was some kinda hookup, cos it wasn’t! I’m gonna fuckin’ strangle her.... urrrhhhh!!” You could see that he was absolutely furious.

Reassured, you softened your gaze. He carried on, “We’re not due to meet up with her for another half hour. She musta been given a pass key and for whatever reason, came chargin’ in here.”

You ran your fingers up through his hair, sweeping it back from his forehead, “Billy, I swear I’m gonna nail Agent Madani’s ass to the wall when all this is done!”

“You and me both, sweetheart,” Billy said grimly.

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Billy had got up and showered (with you) after that, then he’d unpacked his black tactical suit and got into it. While you were busy admiring how he looked in it - like, really damn sexy - after a long and passionate kiss, he’d left you in the room, telling you to doublelock the door and not to open it for anyone except him.

You’d been made to promise on the lives of everyone you held dear that you’d stay there, until he got back. He didn’t know exactly when that would be, which you had to admit pissed you off a bit but you understood he couldn’t give you a precise time and why. It’s just you didn’t like the thought of being cooped up in the room all day.

Oh well, you had the TV, the movie channels, the mini bar... and room service. Your eyes lit up. Room service!!

Eager to get ordering, you started looking for the menu in the pile of hotel stuff on the funky reclaimed wooden desk, which was underneath a huge ornate mirror. You caught sight of yourself in it as you did so. Ohh... okay, you’d better lose the “I’ve Just Been Fucked Senseless” look before the room service guy arrived, otherwise you might just give him the fright of his life.

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Dinah Madani had stumbled out of Billy’s room, letting the door slam behind her. She took off along the corridor at a cracking pace, face flaming red, heading for the fire exit stairs. She smoothed down the fabric of her jacket with her hands, then ran them down onto her trousers, trying to calm her breathing as she went.

She replayed the vision of Billy’s naked body in her mind, of him having sex, blocking out the inconvenient fact that he’d been in bed with someone else.

Damn, she was aroused. She could feel how damp her panties were as she walked. How was she supposed to get the handsome big bastard out of her head now, after seeing that display? In her head, she transposed herself into that bed, underneath him. She could almost feel him inside her.

And every time she looked at him from now on? Yes - she was going to be imagining him naked. And it wouldn’t be to give herself more self-confidence in front of a bunch of people, like they taught you to do in those self-help courses.

As she started making her way down the stairs, she mentally shook herself - she’d better get her head back in the game or this could all go horribly wrong.

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Billy had taken the same route down a couple of floors to the room being used as the base of operations. He was still fuming about Dinah’s little voyeuristic visit to his room. What the fuck was she thinking, coming into his room unannounced? If he hadn’t been otherwise engaged he could’ve shot her! And just how long had she been standing there, watching him make love to his girl?

Weird bitch, he thought, but I’ll settle the score with her once this is all over.

He knocked once on the door, saw an eye appear in the spyhole and then the door opened. Frank and the rest of the Anvil team were already there, along with Madani and her Homeland agents. He glared at Madani but she wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Frank winked and grinned at him, fully aware of the ‘operation’ Billy had been on prior to arriving. Wait till he told him about Madani’s latest little stunt!

They got down to business, running through the details of the op and all the ‘what if’s’ and Plan A, Plan B, Plan C scenarios once again. Everyone was given their positions, tasked with certain duties, told to make sure their earpieces were in and working. The two teams started leaving the room and dispersing to their designated locations. The undercover agent remained to get a further briefing from Billy, Frank and Madani, then he too left to go to his room where the meet would take place.

That left the three of them, plus the Homeland agents who’d be monitoring all the comms and security cameras. Billy marched right up to Madani, towering over her and glaring so furiously at her that it was a wonder she didn’t catch on fire. In a very low voice that only the three of them could hear, he bit out, “I’m sayin’ nothing right now about what happened earlier, Dinah - we need to be totally focused on this fuckin’ op - but we’re gonna be having a conversation about it at some point.”

He caught sight of Frank’s puzzled face but just gave him a small shake of the head. “Right,” he said, “c’mon Frankie, let’s go and check the perimeters.”

The two of them left, leaving Madani to pace the room and watch the CCTV screens over the shoulders of her agents. She hadn’t said a word directly to Billy or looked him in the eye during the entire briefing.

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Billy strode along the corridor so quickly that Frank had to really hurry to catch him up. “Hey, Bill! What’s up with you and Madani now?” Billy shook his head, “Dunno that I should talk about it, Frankie, I’m still fuckin’ furious with her, and I really gotta concentrate on all this shit that’s goin’ down today.” They reached the stairs, Billy opening the fire door and they started down the steps.

Frank grabbed his arm and they both stopped walking. “Don’t forget I know you better’n you know yourself, Russo. If you don’t get this off ya chest, you’re gonna explode. And that ain’t what we need right now.”

Billy leaned his back against the wall and sighed, “Yeah, you’re right.” He broke eye contact with Frank, saying, “She’s got a master key for the rooms.” Frank said warily, “Yeah, I know she does... and?”

“Came crashin’ into our room, when I was... we were...” Frank’s eyes got huge, “havin’ sex. Stood there for fuck knows how long watchin’ us, till we finally noticed her after... after we finished, an’ I yelled at her to get out.”

“For fuck’s sake!” Frank said through gritted teeth, “What the fuck’s wrong with that woman?!”

Shaking his head, Billy shrugged, “I dunno, Frank. She’s got issues, that’s for sure.” He turned and started down the stairs again, “C’mon, let’s get this shitshow on the road.”

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You’d ended up having the most pleasant day to yourself. Leisurely soak in the spa bath, several room service orders (repairs having been carried out before the waiter’s first visit), several little trips to and from the mini-bar for G&T’s. You’d finished the gin now, and had moved on to vodka & coke. Not your favourite but beggars, choosers etc.

You’d been on one of the big movie channels, and so far you were three fantasy films, two rom-coms and a heist movie into their list. In fact you’d started drifting off to sleep as you got towards the end of the heist movie, and made yourself sit up to make sure you didn’t doze off. You gazed back at the massive wall-mounted TV and tried to pick up whereabouts you were in the plot. Oh right - bank robbery.

The bad guys ran into the bank, firing shots into the air and getting everyone to lie down on the floor. But there was that one hero security guard, who drew his gun and tried to shoot the bad guy gang leader. Cue good guy getting shot, up rolls a police armed response unit, cue gun battle, various dead good and bad guys, oh and here’s the car chase as a couple of baddies got away.

Hey hang on, the gun battle’s still going on, but neither the cops or the bad guys are shooting at each other as they’re too busy doing handbrake turns and screeching round corners.

It dawned on you the gunfire you could hear was in your freaking hotel. Leaping up and zipping over to the window, you saw various black SUV’s parked randomly in the middle of the street, blue lights flashing and doors wide open, but apart from crowds of the general public running for cover, there was no-one in sight round the big cars.

You could still hear the rattle of gunfire, and then all of a sudden it went eerily quiet.

Breathing unsteadily, you had a nasty feeling in the pit of your stomach and your hand wavered towards the doorhandle. The temptation to open it was huge. ‘No!’ screeched the sensible part of your brain, ‘for just once in your life.... Do. What. You’re. Told.” Your hand went back to your side. Okay, you win, you told your brain glumly.

You walked back over and sat on the bed, ended the movie - the bad guys were probably either A) going to get away or B) get caught - so you could live without seeing the end of it. Starting to flick through the programme guide, you finally found a news channel, but they had nothing about the hotel or ‘shots fired’.

So you spent the next thirty minutes sitting on the bed for 3 minutes then getting up and pacing, then sitting on the bed again for another 3 minutes, then pacing again... hit the repeat button on that scenario until there was a big knock at the door.

You headed over to the door but didn’t put your eye to the peephole, having seen a film once where someone got shot in the eye that way. Yes, you did watch a lot of movies, what of it! So you just called out, standing to one side, so you wouldn’t get shot through the door either (yes, yes, saw that in the movies too), “Who’s that?!”

Billy’s voice said, “It’s me, sweetheart. Can you let me in? And don’t get upset but I got grazed a coupla times by bullets so I’m bleedin’ quite a bit.”

Don’t get upset? you thought, he’s gotta be joking hasn’t he? You hastily unlocked and pulled open the door, and you saw a very pale-faced Billy leaning on the doorframe, blood on his face and on one of his arms. You could see ripped fabric on the sleeve of his tactical suit where the blood was coming from.

“Oh, Billy,” you said, worried, dragging him into the room and slamming the door closed.

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