#sorry to tag u twice in a row

[nailtagyuri]

🪲 Bug to cat communication 🐈‍⬛

#bfdi #bfb #tpot #price tag bfb #price tag tpot #naily bfb #naily tpot #nailtag #nailtag tpot #sketch.swf #im sorry for posting the same characters twice in a row . i will keep going #slash silly i have 2 rqs that i havent done yet and i will get to those dw this was just a higher priority #I am coping at an unprecedented level #I like the backgrounds i did hehe i think the decals i made were nice #if u look closely u can see the two locations use different lighting #which i wanted to create contrasting vibes for both of them but i did end up giving them the same dithering so yknow. #hey. dont cry. naily gangsta mario pfp okay?

[irisintheafterglow]

hi!!! could i request pro hero!bakugo & pro hero!reader where bkgs doing an interview and they ask about relationships and his answer is “I thought you people already knew that im married”

i have no idea how to word things but i hope that was readable🙏🙏

keeping it in the family

wc: 1.6k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of drinking and alcohol, established relationship, dialogue-driven

note: RAHHH I LOVE HUSBAND BAKUGO. anyways !!! i hope you like this, i did get a little carried away when writing it so hopefully it makes sense. thank you for your ask!!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

“And we’re on in five, four, three, two…give ‘em hell.” The roar of excited applause jumbles together with the late-night show’s opening theme and the screams of excited fans can still be heard even as Kirishima flashes a blinding smile to the camera. 

“Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Heroes on Heroes! We’re so glad you’re joining us tonight, seeing as this is the finale of season one!” The audience cheers with fiery passion and it makes the three heroes onstage chuckle nervously. This was going to be a long night, especially if the superfans were crying after every word they spoke. “I’m Red Riot,” he pauses while the cheering erupts once again, “and I’m joined by my fellow pros, Chargebolt and Dynamight.” You wince from your place at sidestage from the sheer wave of noise that slams into your eardrums when the latter is introduced. 

“Thanks for having us tonight, man,” Denki grins. He eagerly drums the armrests of his chair, to the left of Kirishima. “I’ve been looking forward to doing one of these since I saw Deku’s a few weeks back.” 

“It’s a great concept, really. I love being able to just chat with you guys and shoot the shit about hero stuff. It’s so manly.” Kirishima turns expectantly to the other hero sitting to his right, whose hot-headed nature was blatantly obvious by how he was slumped in his chair, squinting slightly at the burning spotlights and clicking cameras. You admire Kirishima’s confidence in forcing Katsuki to say something. “What about you, Bakugo? How’re you feeling tonight?” 

“I’m alright,” he shrugs indifferently. Your breath catches in your throat and you can hear the Dynamight agency’s publicist put his head in his hands. “It’s been a while, so it’s good to see you guys,” he adds with unexpected fondness and you exhale in relief. His eyes meet yours for half a second and he shoots you a wink that makes your knees wobbly. “I saw that save at the bridge collapse last week, Shitty Hair. Pretty decent work.” Kirishima blinks once, twice, and then glances at Denki. Katuski’s blank look narrows into a scowl. “The hell are you looking like that for? I got shit in my teeth or something?”

“No, no. Sorry, man,” Kirishima laughs. “I just wasn’t expecting a compliment from you so early in the show.”

“Yeah, we thought we’d have to booze you up a little more to get you to be nicer,” Denki jokes and he recoils a bit when he’s struck with a molten hot glare from the hero across from him. 

“Whatever you’re about to say, bro, don’t say it,” Kirishima warns and the crackles in Katsuki’s palms gradually dissipate. “But, I’m wondering too. What’s with the good mood?” 

“I guess I feel like playing nice tonight,” he answers cryptically, his gaze flicking over to you again with amusement. You can almost sense the fainting girls falling over each other in the front row. Kirishima’s attention subtly darts over to you and a knowing smirk grows over his face. It was the first time you and Katsuki were at the same press event, since you both thought it was too dangerous to sneak around until now. “But, talk about that bridge save. I don’t think a lot of people know that the guy was wanted by several agencies.”

“Ooh, yeah,” Denki agrees with a quick sip of his drink. He swallows and sets the glass down with a light thud. “He’d been giving us hell for weeks. It's not really the best matchup for a sand villain to be going up against an electric hero.”

“It was the sand villain and his wife, wasn’t it? That chick with the melting Quirk?”

“Yep, they were a nasty couple to deal with,” Kirishima confirms. “I had to keep track of this guy’s damn sand spikes and his wife turning the floor to goop at the same time.”

“Goop is a weird-ass way to put it,” Katsuki points out with obvious distaste. 

“Yeah, but he was a pretty goopy guy.” Chuckles ripple through the audience and you can’t help breaking a smile too at Kirishima’s joke. 

“I think for me, at least,” Denki adds, “the biggest pain was the fact that they were married, and they had, like, marriage telepathy or something.”

“Bro, I thought that was just me! Here I was, thinking that I’d incapacitated one and split them from the other, when bam! Both of them appear in front of me like a damn genie.” 

“You ever have to deal with villain couples, Bakubro?”

“Nah, not recently. We’ve been doing a lot of big raids on all the crime families downtown.” He flexes his right bicep and pulls back the sleeve of his shirt to show a gnarly purple spot growing on his skin. “Got this little beauty three days ago from a neo-Hassaikai asshole.” You're not fazed by the ugly shade of the wound because you were the one who stitched up the...less visible results of the raid.

“Jeez, man,” Denki says in disbelieving awe at his friend’s injury. “If you ever need backup, we’d love to do a team up with you.” 

“I think I’d rather die–”

“My agency would also love to team-up with you,” Kirishima interjects before Katsuki can finish his thought. The heart rate monitor of his publicist begins to rapidly beep behind you. “We can have a threeway team-up! That’d be pretty cool, don’t you guys think?” 

“What if we all just merged into one big super agency? Like a big family?”

“That sounds like the stupidest shit–” Again, Kirishima cuts off Katsuki’s brash protests and saves them from being taken off the air.

"That would be so awesome."

“Would that mean we’d have to get pro-hero partners, too? Keep hero work in the family?”

“I think Salonpas would have heart palpitations if we said we were trying to keep hero work within the family,” Katsuki points out and his friends nod in agreement. “On another fuckin’ note, that Half-and-Half idiot keeps hogging the number two spot and it pisses me off.” Though you didn’t often encounter Todoroki while you were on patrol, you knew that he was adamant about keeping work life and family life separate. It made him even more of a dedicated hero and a recent bust of a notorious crime ring bumped him into the number two spot over Dynamight for that month. You didn’t hear the end of it from Katsuki. 

“He and Deku just work really efficiently, Bakubro.”

“I can efficiently slam both their skulls into a–”

“You know what would solve that problem?” Denki butts in unceremoniously, covering up his harsh words for a third time. Katsuki grunts in response and the lightning-decorated hero gives him enthusiastic finger-guns. “Combining and making a family agency.”

“What are the chances that Sero would want to join too?”

“Probably pretty high,” Kirishima guesses. “He’s at my place every other week, anyway, so he’s basically my brother.”

“Alright, maybe this could actually work, then. I just need to find a smoking hot hero wife.”

“That’ll probably be the hardest part, buddy–”

“What about Bakugo?” You stiffen and the three guys turn their attention to a voice calling out from the audience. Speaking during the interviews was strictly prohibited until the question and answer section, but getting Katsuki’s attention was a surefire way to derail the entire episode.

“The fuck do you mean, what about Bakugo? Who the fuck said that?”

"Dude, just ignore them."

“Can’t be a family agency if Bakugo never gets into relationships,” the same nasally, irritating voice argues and your face feels like it’s been set on fire. Kirishima’s attention jumps to you for a moment and then back to his friend, whose palms are starting to spark like fireworks. “Do you just get no bitches, or something?” The audience gasps and security finally arrives to escort the disturbance out of the building. The director is ready to stop the cameras and jump to a commercial break, but Katsuki speaks before he can order the sound crew to cut the mics. To everyone’s surprise, his voice is nothing but amusement, like the insinuation didn’t bother him in the slightest. 

“You think I don’t get into relationships?”

“Bakugo…”

“It’s alright, Pikachu. I really don’t give a shit about whatever that guy said,” Katsuki reassures his friend with a sly glint in his eye. His friends watch him warily, like a grenade on the verge of exploding. Once again, burning red eyes meet yours with a single question that you answer with a resolute nod. “I’m not gonna blow up, so stop looking like that. Really, I don’t care.”

“Why not?” A tense beat of silence passes, then–

“I thought you people knew that I’m married.” A shit-eating grin spreads across your husband’s face as gasps of shock burst from the audience. Kirishima and Denki both shake their heads in exasperation. They knew already, of course, but they didn’t expect him to reveal his relationship status as a result of a heckler. “Yep, going on a year and a half, now. Around five years together total coming this winter.” More collective cries of jealousy, surprise, and betrayal shake the building’s foundation. "If you don't believe me, ask these guys."

"Yeah, we were at the wedding, too. It's hard to keep it a secret when all of your friends are also high-profile heroes."

“Can you guys believe that he fell in love during the winter?” Denki’s thumb juts out toward his friend, who frowns at the mere mention of cold weather.

“I fucking hate the winter,” he grumbles. 

“We know, man,” Kirishima says sympathetically, unsuccessfully hiding a chuckle. “You’ve been saying that since high school.”

“Yeah, and shit hasn’t changed,” Katsuki bites back with lighthearted indignance. “Look, they saved my ass when it was cold; how was I not supposed to fall in love with them?” To your delight, his complexion has turned a slightly darker shade of pink. “Yeah, I love them. What about it, asshats?”

“Is this a bad time to bring up the family agency again?”

“Let’s go to commercial before I blow this fucking chair to pieces.”

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[jetcat-14]

Thank you for all the playlist, song recs, andd fic rreccs,,! And the welcome ;-;

And I have seen u guys adressing them as sun and moon - and something about the goth and the cottage girl (or cottagecore ?) aesthetics ?

( Pls correct me if I'm wrong lol )

I actually found you guys partly because of A Familiar Souls (how i discovered there's an active tmblr community around this ship), and by surfing through the hilda tags one day not long after finishing s3, and seeing that one very specific Johanna pic of her brushing/pulling/tucking her hair back (?) twice in a row, in 2 different hilda tags, in such a consecutive fashion--

I remember being absolutely SENT- 🤣

it just caught me so playfully off guard I cracked XD

And ended up here :'D

But yea, i'm jst genuinely surprised how lively this space still is-

I rlly enjy ur editss and the fandoms, and the incorrect quotes too ! They're such a highlight for me personally- and i think that was what sold me, and really got me thinking about sketchbook a bit more in depth 😂😭

This is getting too longg but- I hope all this doesn't come off offensive or strangely and unsettlingly rambly, but yeaah, i've had a lot of good hearty laughs and wheezes here in the shadows,

it's been really nice. :')

First sorry for taking so long to reply to this (Some shit happened and I kind of was away)

Honestly the fact you found us though Wife's fic is so fitting I am sure she is the reason we call it Sketchbook to this day .

And the Goth and Cattage I am not sure on that one actually (throws phone to SKBK expert) OHHHH @the-hilda-librarians-wife )

We are just a group of people who ship two people who never met on screen and......honestly the reason I interact with everyone here more then anywhere else .

And thanks for liking my edits and shitpost I put my heart and soul into them

Thanks for Joining us in the SkBk lands!!!

#thanks for asking!!! #anonymous #hilda #sketchbook ship

[obxsprincess]

angelcake 💞

i don't USUALLY message twice in a row like this buttttt im on a writing kick rn and i needed your loving opinion 🤭

i have this idea for [someone] making you read aloud to them n teasing you n just being sososo mean and i can't decide if i should write it for luke or mattheo 🤧

'm so indecisive this is torture

-🕊️

dove sweetheart 🎀

OMG LUV THIS IDEA BTW AUH shoot this is hard !! if its with mattheo it could be him n reader in the hogwarts library, so kinda more public teasing/touching if that’s what ur going for ! and their both such teasing/mocking characters… ughhh bae I get ur torture !!

it fits matteo soso good cus the scene might be easier to write, but if ur feeling luke go for it babe ! m’ sorry I don’t think I helped v much 🥲💘 (bby only if ur comfortable u should tag me in it cus FUCK YESSS)

#my pretty 🕊️ anon <3 #🎀 love notes #🎀 princess gossips #mean teasing is my weakness fr

[elegyofthemoon]

What does your soul look like?

Tagged by @cove-holdens thank you ; v ; I did it for Octavia again LMAO

The results: "Blood in a lamb's wool: You're the victim, right? It hurts, everyday it hurts. It's obvious you're tainted, pulled into hell as soon as you stepped upon earth. You'll never know peace, you'll never know a life without violence. Im sorry. Wash your face and your hands, don't let your wounds carve deeper."

o u o ;;; ah. hah. yeah okay lmao

I won't say that they're a victim. They've had like One Bad Thing Happen To Them. The guy's completely lost where they are and they're stuck within themself and what to do and how to go back home. Things hurt but things get better. It's just how the cycle of life goes on, right?

But that doesn't mean that life for them continues without violence. It keeps happening. It keeps going and it gets worse, but somehow they'll make it out of here. It gives them a reason to leave this place, right? Right.

I'm not gonna tag anyone for this one (i feel bad doing twice in a row orz sowwy) but if you want feel free to say I tagged you in it!!

#im sleep deprived im using it to lose my filter on main idc hi #you think that octavia actually is like THERES MORE REASONS WHY I HATE THIS PLACE LET ME GO HOME FOR HTE LOVE OF GOD #but no with each suffering they grow roots in the place they stay #the point is that if they botherd to go back home theres nothing there #this new world would be the only place theyd call home now #to leave this place would mean to abandon the thing theyve poured a lot in now #you cant live a life without interacting with your world #and octavia forgets their own curiosity fails this principle on first step #but anyways #for octavia #my ocs #quizzes #to tag later

[foxy-eva]

hello……… i want to say now pls pls don't read this message as aggressive or offensive in any way cuz that's not my intention, i'm not hating or bashing: i saw ur post on the lack of comments on ur fics and i get the frustration…….. but can i ask how many comments u reply to? how many comments u leave to other authors or reblog their fics? i know readers shouldn't expect authors to reply, but (honest question) have you ever considered we may like the interaction? and the question about the reblogs is not a mean one, i promise: i think other authors can be frustrated by not getting feedback. if u don't comment a lot and don't reblog………. it's exactly what ur post is about (i'm sorry if this sounds too harsh, ur fics are great and not getting feedback sucks….. but it also feels like this is a circle) i hope you'll get more feedback from now on!

Even if you say your message isn't meant offensive, it is hurtful to read over your questions (that feel like accusations tbh) because yes, I have always supported other writers.

People who have followed me for a while know that I do read other people's work when I have time. I do in fact reblog every fic I read and like and usually leave at least one little sentence in the tags of the reblog. If I have time I leave a more detailled comment.

Moreover, I regularly talk to a bunch of other writers (mostly on discord) and give them feedback on their WIPs if they ask.

I have also hosted writing challenges twice where I read and commented on every fic and published a masterlist to give them an extra boost.

If you're a writer I have never talked to and you'd like me to support your writing, you could just reach out to me. I can't have everyone on my radar but I'm always happy to support other people (especially newer writers).

As to your question about responding to comments: I do respond to asks and DMs. I rarely do so with regular comments or reblogs simply because I don't like the interface here on tumblr (I'm better at replying on Ao3). If you ever want me to interact with your comment, simply asking a question about my writing works. Otherwise it would just be "thanks for your comment!" 10 times in a row, which is not what reader-writer interaction is meant to be like.

#foxy answers

[awhphooey]

Art trade with @khionyohannmendoza

She asked me to draw our sonas together which was super fun :))

#hahdjsdjdjd sorry for tagging u twice in a row #ducktales #dt17 #disney #art trade #ducksona

[dancingazaleas]

floch forster | look at you (smut)

yeah i’m a floch simp... i don’t want to talk about it..

anyways enjoy brat tamer!floch or whatever he is in this because i’m on brainrot

edit: i’m sorry if this is bad, when i finished most of it i just wanted it to be over

warnings/notes: smut, cursing, brat tamer!floch, fem!reader, edging, overstimulation, spanking, clit spanking, choking, degradation, praise(if u squint), rough sex, aftercare(cus i love floch), porn without plot, face smacking, squirting, dumbification and spit kink.

ever since you’d woken up that morning, you were in a bad mood. whenever floch would try to hold you while watching a movie, you’d shove his arms away and he would only get to hold you if you forced his arms around you. you had barely spoken to him and whenever he said ‘i love you’ you just hummed in acknowledgment.

so, he decided to take you out to a club, begrudgingly, and invited mikasa, sasha, jean, and niccolo to come along. he assumes connie is tagging along since thing one and thing two never separate.

whenever you hung out with sasha, mikasa, and connie, your spirits seemed to lift. while he was happy, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d done something wrong. he tried not to thinking about it too much as he talked with jean and niccolo sparingly.

he decided he’d let it slide, considering you were upset all day. but whenever he saw you speaking to a random man with a flirty look on your face, he decided that enough was enough.

which led you to now, hands pinned down behind your back as floch pulled your dress up over your ass and panties down and off your body.

“i’ve been nice all fuckin’ day, even when you were being a little bitch,” he growls as you try to kick him away while snickering, “and you decide to repay me by acting like a little whore. you better count without complaining and you might just get to cum tonight.”

you stuck your tongue out and turned to face floch, kicking your feet back and forth.

“who says i’m gonna let you,” you taunt and yelp at floch’s hand tangling with your hair and shoving your face into the mattress.

“me. i say. unless it’s not to count, an apology, or the safe-word, you don’t fucking speak,” he lets the hand on your head up.

he waits to see if you respond, but the only one he gets is a pout accompanied by a sharp glare. he keeps eye contact as he gives a harsh slap to your rear.

it has your hips jerking towards floch’s thighs and a sweet yelp falling out of your mouth as you croak out the number ‘one’.

by the time he’s at ten, you’re already tearing up and whining for him to stop. your whines have him spanking you harder than before, telling you that it isn’t the safe-word.

he doesn’t stop his spanking until he’s at the number 17, admiring the pretty crimson starting to form on your asscheek in the shape of a hand print. he lets go of the hands being held behind your back, using it to gently rub over your cheeks.

“crawl up and lay on your back,” he’s gently patting your thigh.

you don’t move, focused on wiping away the tears pouring out of your eyes.

you shake your head, sitting up and facing him on his lap, “don’t wanna, it’ll hurt my ass.”

“you should’ve thought about that before you were a slut,” floch grabs your neck with his right hand and your left thigh with his left hand.

he makes it seem easy whenever he lifts you up and throws you onto the bed. you whine as you watch floch unbutton his black shirt, trying to ignore the slight pain on your ass. he shimmies off of his jeans while you shimmy off your scrunched up dress.

floch straddles your hips, hand grabbing ahold of your neck and putting a small amount of pressure on it. you grab onto his wrist and he hisses as your nails dig into his skin.

“you wanna apologize,” he raises an eyebrow at your smug face.

you open your mouth, trying to catch some of your breath before you speak.

“no,” you give a breathy laugh and flutter your eyes to try and get rid of the tears.

whenever floch removes his hand, it gives you a chance to breathe—even if it’s pointless. because before you know it, floch’s hand slaps at your cheek and it has your head turning to the side. he grabs your jaw with the same hand and jerks your face back to look at him again.

“you sure?”

“yeah,” you’re smirking and manage to spit at him.

he flinches when it hits his nose and the sight makes you snicker, especially whenever he struggles to wipe it away with the back of his hand. but when he does get rid of it, you feel yourself getting the shivers at the neutral expression on his usually sneering face. floch isn’t exactly known for being understanding.

he squeezes your jaw harder, “open your mouth, right now.”

reluctantly, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue, continuing to dig your nails into his wrist anxiously. he gathers his spit towards the inside of his lips and then spits into your mouth harshly. you whine at the feeling of it running down your tongue.

“close,” you keep your mouth open and tongue out.

“you want more,” he laughs, “you’re a dirty whore, wanting me to spit in your mouth like that.”

he spits in your mouth again, but this time it’s slower and—somehow—more seductive. you close your mouth and swallow, suddenly silent compared to before.

“you still don’t want to apologize”, he asks condescendingly and moves his hand away from your jaw.

you’re starting to feel yourself slipping in that small little headspace from all the harsh smacking and you know you won’t get what it is that you want if you keep up your bratty act. it’s going to be a miracle if he even gives you his cock.

“‘m sorry,” you mumble and try to rub your thighs together, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“say it louder, don’t mumble your words.”

“i’m sorry floch.”

“you mean that?” lips starting to bite and suck at your neck.

“i do! i do,” you whine, now clawing at his biceps and shoulders when his lips trail down to your tits.

he’s groping at one tit and biting at the other, twisting your perky nipple between his nimble fingers. when he pulls away, he admires the teeth marks he’s made around your areola. and he reeks of arrogance when you whine even louder whenever he licks a stripe back over said marks. but then he leans up to give you a, surprisingly, sweet kiss on your lips that has you humming in satisfaction. you pout at him with a small huff as he pulls away. he scoffs and forces himself in between your rubbing thighs.

“look at you,” he’s laughing again as he holds open your bare folds with his fingers, “you’re soaking, you fuckin’ slut.”

you’re shaking your head at him while he lowers himself to your glistening pussy. as soon as he rubs his tongue across your clit, your fingers are grabbing at the sheets.

he slowly inserts a finger inside of you, opposite arm reaching across your hips to hold them down. your moans raise an octave when he adds a second finger with his first, curling his fingers swiftly.

“gonna... ‘m gonna cum,” you cry while your toes curl and arch your back.

and with that, floch pulls away from your pussy and laughs at your body flopping against the bed while you cry.

“you thought you were gonna get to come so easily? after flirting with some sleazy guy at the club? must’ve slapped you stupid earlier,” his hands rub at your thighs, watching your chest rise up and down.

before you can reply, he’s burying his face back in your pussy again; eating you out as if you were his last meal on death row. his fingers are inside of you again, thrusting in and out of you vigorously. your hips are bucking against the arm holding them down and your fingers are clawing at your sheets.

“pl—please,” you managed to moan out, “gonna cum!”

floch moves his fingers faster and you feel him smirk against your clit. your moans are getting higher and shorter as you start to tip over edge of euphoria. but before you can, floch’s pulling away and chuckling at how your legs start to shake and your whimpers. you moan out whenever floch smacks your clit with the tips of his fingers.

“you’re so dumb,” he scoffs, “you actually think you’re gonna get to cum after the way you’ve acted all day?”

you’re sobbing and whining at this point, now tugging at his hair. he slaps your hands away, going back to torturing your puffy clit with his tongue. you’re legs are trembling whenever he pulls away again.

“please... wanna.. come please,” your lip quivers when floch comes back up to your face.

“ ‘wan, wanna com,” floch mocks your face and voice.

it makes you sniffle and reach up to wrap your arms around his neck. he kisses you.

“god, look at you,” floch groans against your lips, “begging like an obedient whore just to come around my fingers. you’re stupid if you think i’m gonna let you come around anything that isn’t my cock.”

he coos condescendingly, “you want that, needy girl?”

you nod frantically and squeeze your eyes close, tears going to run down your cheeks. floch pulls away and takes off the grey boxer briefs he’s got on. the tip of his cock is an angry red and dripping with precum.

he pumps his cock twice with his right hand before gripping it at the shaft and aligning it at your entrance. he slowly pushes it into you, snorting at your needy moans. he throws his head back with a groan as he bottoms out, and grips at the back of your thighs and pushing the front of them to your torso.

“floch! floch!” you sound like a broken record as you keen his name.

“you gonna come? just from me shoving my cock in you,” he patronizes, “haven’t even moved yet, and you’re already about to cream on my cock.”

he pulls out halfway and quickly thrusts back in and he can’t help but laugh for the umpteenth time at you throwing your head back while you flutter around him. he lets you put your legs around his waist and reaches up to put his hand on your neck and the other one holding up his weight by your head.

you’re crying out his name again when he starts thrusting in and out of you and applies pressure to your windpipe. it, quite literally, leaves you breathless and letting out broken moans.

he squeezes a little tighter for a bit, “do not fucking come.”

you plead and grab at his wrist, trying to ignore how floch’s cock drags against the sweet spongy spot inside of you, how his tip prods at your cervix, and how his hand squeezes against your throat. it leads you towards your orgasm; lower body convulsing against the mattress while your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

floch scoffs and takes his hand off of your neck, stilling his hips.

he smacks you, barking at you, “i thought i told you not to come.”

“ ‘m sorry,” you babble, “felt too good..! ‘m sorry.”

he smacks your face again, “it only felt good for you. you’re gonna lay here and let me use you until i come, understand?”

you shake your head whenever he starts thrusting into you again, “sensitive!”

he doesn’t stop thrusting even when he slaps you across the face again, “you’re the one who came without permission, you deal with the consequences. it’s what you get for being a whore anyways.”

with that, you’re coming again within a matter of minutes, mind completely blanking out from all the edging and sudden overstimulation. your eyes glaze over just as floch puts his hand against your neck once again.

floch starts rubbing a thumb on your clit with his other hand, slowly starting to near his orgasm. it has you squirting on his cock with a high pitched moan. he groans and throws his head back at your pussy gripping him like a vise.

“coming inside,” he warns and you just nod and squeeze him absentmindedly.

he comes, groans falling from his lips when his thrusting slows down to grinding while he rides out his orgasm.

he takes a moment to catch his breath, finally pulling his half hard cock out of you. his cups your cheek, gently facing you towards his face.

“you okay? you with me,” he asks softly and rubs his thumb on your cheekbone.

you respond with incoherent mumbles and fluttering eyes. he places a kiss on your cheek and scurries off into your shared bathroom. you hear the water turn on and the opening and closing of different cabinets. floch’s walking towards you with a warm, wet rag in his hand. he wipes away the cum that’s starting to drip out of you and onto the bedsheets, and the temperature sends shivers running down your spine.

he throws the rag into your bathroom—that had its door open—and gently picks you up bridal style. he carries you into the bathroom and carefully puts you into the running water. the pressure on your burn as you whining, especially whenever he slips in behind you.

“you with me now,” he pecks and massages your shoulders.

you hum in response as he lathers soap up in his hands. he washes you silently and cautiously, not wanting to inflict anymore pain unto you.

whenever he’s done washing you, he helps you stand on your wobbly feet. he dries off your hair and for some reason it has you smiling stupidly while ogling him. he gives a little smile when he catches your staring, covering your face in sweet little kisses. you start giggling and pucker your lips in a request of a kiss.

he kisses you continuously, hands gently holding your cheeks after he wraps the towel around your shoulders.

“look at you,” he gives you a kiss and it makes you feel light on your feet, “my beautiful girl.”

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot fanfiction #aot floch #snk floch #floch forster #floch supremacy #floch x reader #snk smut #smut

[honey-makki]

No Other Shade of Blue

Characters: Oikawa Tooru X Fem!Reader Summary: Your faithless love’s the only hoax I believe in.  Warnings: implied cheating Song: hoax- taylor swift Genre: angst Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: God I must hate being happy? All i know is angst, be gay, eat hot chip and lie. Anyways here’s this. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monday afternoon is you and Oikawa’s designated date time. The volleyball club doesn’t practice and there shouldn’t be any large assignments that either of you have to deal with that early in the week. Yet again, for the third week in a row, you are sitting alone at your favorite tucked away spot overlooking the ocean. Why did he cancel this week? They don’t have any practice matches coming up. We just finished midterms so homework shouldn’t be an issue. Sitting here, sipping at your now cold tea, you can’t figure out a reason and he didn’t provide you with one. You sit here for a while until you see Iwaizumi in the distance, unsure if he should approach. As one of your neighbors, he’s seen you head this way more than once. After watching you give him a kind smile and pat the spot next to you, he shuffles down the brick-ladden walkway, stumbling once or twice in the darkness. “Hey, Y/N. Oikawa seemed even bubblier than normal today, so I’m assuming you had a good date planned. How was it?” he asks casually.

The pained look on your face before you turn to look out at the deep blue of the ocean that’s almost completely concealed by the night sky, says all the words you didn’t. You both sit there for some time, taking in the hum of the city in the distance, waves slapping against the cliff and your heavy breathing. In. hold. Out. hold. Oikawa could be happy for plenty of reasons, or something could have come up after Iwaizumi saw him. He hasn’t given you a real reason to be worked up. Just keep breathing. You keep it together longer than you expected you would. Holding your tears, tensing your muscles to stop from shaking made your nerves burn after some time. Iwaizumi may not be your closest friend, but he does care about you as a person, and as his bestfriends girlfriend. He pulls you into a soft, comforting side hug and mumbles into the darkness “Y/N, I just want you to know that I don’t know of anything he's done that should make you cry like this. Maybe you should just talk to him about your concerns? I still can be here as a shoulder to cry on if you need it though.” You calm down after a few minutes, your body now no longer burning, its just ash. Leaving for school in the morning you are greeted by Oikawa at your door with your favorite breakfast food. Voice dripping with almost sickeningly sweet adoration, “Y/N-chan!! I’m so sorry for not being able to see you yesterday so I hope this food helps make it up to you! Maybe you can come to practice today and I’ll walk you home after some post practice serves?” You immediately take him up on the offer, any concerns leaving your head as he shows that he wants to see you. Yesterday was just a small scar on your heart. It’s there but it's just one and it’s so small, it shouldn't be a problem, right? The week flew by and you’ve been going to the Seijoh practices just so you can see Oikawa, even if he can't really talk to you. There are almost always a handful of people in here, changing out every day. Sometimes it's a pair hanging out and just talking while watching them practice, someone else's significant other or good friend. Every once in a while people studied in here, the slap of the ball hitting the ground providing a rhythmic beat to study to. Lately, there have been recurring randoms which isn’t the weirdest thing that's happened at practice, especially since Mad Dog is back, but the weird part is how much attention Oikawa pays them. It should be the other way around, women and men alike flocked to his charming but cocky attitude, paired with his good looks? People stared at him quite frequently, but him paying attention to others? Interesting. You stew on your thoughts for the rest of this practice and decide to bring something up to him if it continues later in the week. 

Thursday, they are there, but Oikawa doesn’t look at them a single time. He is looking at you so often that it’s affecting his play style. ‘Shittykawa’ and ‘Loserkawa’ echo throughout the gym ceaselessly. You know how much volleyball means to him, so if he's ignoring that for you, then he must love you more? You can’t even remember what those two girls look like, head full of thoughts about you and Oikawa. 

“Y/N!” Oikawa shouts into the stands as he starts gathering up the last of the volleyballs on the floor. You know that means he’s done for the day and the two of you can head home for the evening. Before he gets into the changing room you catch his hand pulling him close, and whisper into his neck, “Tooru, you seemed so distracted today at practice? Something on your mind?” Following it up with kisses from his neck to his lips. The slightest moan slips through his lips, before he can compose himself.

With a wink, he laughs and says, “Just thinking about the love of my life and what she would look like on her knees.” Before you can comprehend, he’s off, shouting that he's gonna take a quick shower before walking you home. You feel butterflies, you are his, The Great King’s. You are his queen and the world is your kingdom. This week, just another tiny scar on your heart. So small that it couldn't cause any problems.

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A month or so after the first time you and Iwaizumi were at the cliffside together, you show up and he is already there. This is a little weird and unexpected so you clear your throat making your presence known, not wanting to intrude if he doesn’t want company. Without even turning around he pats the seat next to him, he knows it's you, no one else would come to this spot at 11pm on a weekday. You sit still and silent, waiting for the spikers lead.

 After a deep breath he looks over to you with what might be the most emotion he's ever portrayed, but the scary part is its saddest smile you've ever seen. Still unsure of what is happening, you whisper, “Hey, Iwa? Is everything ok? Are you hurt?” Searching his eyes for an answer and all you find is pity. 

He pulls you into a hug and says he needs to talk to you about Oikawa. As soon as his name passed through his lips you knew what was coming. The knife in your back being twisted, sleepless nights, no way to stop your kingdom from coming undone.

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The hardest lesson you ever learned is that, even though sometimes you would rather hurt than give up something good, it's never the right decision. If you were being honest with yourself, you still haven't really learned it.The scars Oikawa left on your heart, may never heal but, as much as it hurts to say, you wouldn’t mind that. He was your greatest love, your pride and joy, the reason you woke up every morning. If they disappeared, maybe you would forget all the good times. You wouldn’t want any other sadness this world had to offer. You don’t want just any shade of blue, you want white and teal and him. The only thing that you know you shouldn’t want.

Tags: @lydzisanerd @roandtheroses @karasu-hoes 

#oikawa toru #oikawa tooru #hq #hq!! #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tōru #oikawa angst #kristen writes #folklore series

[kbstories]

impression//expression

“It’s not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.

It’s just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes it’s fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until it’s gone.”

(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)

Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Protective Baku, Soft Baku, Stargazing

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Minor content warning for (discussions of) self-esteem issues. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9.

***

“Bakugou.”

With an absent hum, Bakugou turns the page, squints, scribbles down a line in his neat, tight handwriting. A piece of black fabric separates his hand from the paper, the same wrapped around his pen, too.

Kirishima leans forward, over his own book-and-notepad combination dotted with scrawled comments and colorful post-it notes. It’s been an hour since any of it has made sense to him.

“Bakuuu. C’mon.”

A sigh, annoyed. Another line is added. Then: “The fuck d’you want?”

It takes a few seconds until the silence has stretched enough for Bakugou to look up and into Kirishima’s pleading eyes. Bakugou’s expression barely changes beyond a raised brow, unimpressed. It’s the one reserved for when Kirishima’s being especially dense – slightly more severe than muttered curses and slightly less so than that God-help-me roll of his eyes he premiered during their last study session.

Which was yesterday. Kirishima would be proud of unlocking a new Angry Bakugou Face in record time… if U.A.’s grumpiest genius wasn’t the only thing standing between him and a frankly impressive row of failed grades.

Final’s Week is brutal, even for heroes-in-training. Especially for heroes-in-training. So: Desperate times, desperate measures.

“Slap me”, Kirishima tells Bakugou, hushed in their corner of the library. “As hard as you possibly can.”

The arch of Bakugou’s brow climbs higher, utterly devastating in its wordless criticism. He says, “What”, tone Aizawa-levels of flat, and it’s not a question. It’s a command: Explain or else.

Kirishima is in no state to resist. The confession bubbles out of him in a whiny rush.

“Dude, I slept like… zero hours last night ‘cause Kami got Pokémon Colosseum – y’know, the reboot? So cool – and we kinda lost track of time. I know, I know, it was a stupid idea, I swear it was an honest mistake!”

Bakugou continues to stare as he puts down his pen and wipes his palms on the edge of his shirt. Kirishima ducks his head, hiding behind the limp strands of his hair.

“Don’t look at me like that, man. I’m seriously about two minutes from passing out here and there’s like a hundred pages of this thing I haven’t read yet, let alone understood, and oh shit Mic will hand me my ass with words tomorr–”

It all happens so quickly: Kirishima catches a blur of motion headed his way and squeaks; his skin hardens about half-way before there’s sparks and his cheek smarts, and a hissed “Motherfucker” sounds right in front of him.

The sharp slap! noise registers only after the fact, when Kirishima holds his face and Bakugou holds his hand and they both stare at each other in mutual bafflement as their skin turns red with the impact.

That moment is like glue, clear and sticky as it extends past its natural limit – then Bakugou snorts and starts to laugh, a cackling hyena-laugh that Kirishima’s never heard in full and certainly not like this, loud and unrestrained, and all hopes of holding back his own laughter is lost as he cracks up, too.

They laugh and laugh, until Kirishima’s stomach starts to cramp up and there’s the sheen of tears in Bakugou’s eyes. “Your f-fucking face”, Bakugou wheezes at some point. “Fucking bastard, you almost broke my hand! With your fucking face!”

All it does is send them into another round of hysterics.

At some point, Kirishima glimpses some of their classmates poke their head around the bookshelves secluding their study corner from the rest of the library, faces ranging from exasperated to deeply disturbed. There’s Ashido, giggling at the sight of both of them bent over and struggling to get some sort of grip, and Kaminari, who just mumbles “What the hell, guys” while straddling the line between sleep-deprived and intensely fascinated by what he’s seeing.

And hey, at least Kirishima’s really freaking awake now. There’s the problem of trying and failing to breathe without dying, his face helplessly flushed and sweating, but the world’s colors are back to being bright and sharp. Across from him, Bakugou isn’t faring much better, shaking his head and the back of his hand covering the broad smile he can’t seem to get rid of.

“Fuck you, you stupid, moronic idiot. For fuck’s sake, Kirishima.”

Kirishima rubs at his chest, the ache in his lungs starting to lessen now that he’s marginally back in control. “I’m so sorry but like”, he waves at himself and he can’t help his grin despite the stinging protest coming from his cheek. “Thanks, dude!”

“Eat a dick.” There’s no bite whatsoever in Bakugou’s grumbling as he sits back down and digs his nose into his book once more, thoroughly ignoring their flabbergasted audience.

After a moment of pantomiming what amounts to I’ll tell you later to their friends, Kirishima joins him, ready to tackle the final boss that is the English language.

*

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥 )

yo nitro (sent 17:48)

where u at? (sent 17:48)

-

why (received 17:52)

-

why what 🤔 (sent 17:53)

OH uh to hang out? (sent 17:55)

dw dude it’s just me (sent 17:55)

-

[location] (received 18:10)

-

bakugou katsuki what are you doing in the middle of the woods??? (sending…)

NO WAY (sending…)

signal’s gone AGAIN i’m going feral (sending…)

screw it (sending…)

*

The GPS signal craps out twice more before Kirishima heaves himself onto the edge of a cliff and spots a familiar silhouette. Sheltered by a bend in the rock bed, the glow of a fire illuminates a backpack set aside, a pair of discarded hiking boots – and Bakugou, leaning against solid stone with his arms crossed behind his head.

“Took ya long enough”, he says, the lazy smirk on his lips cut in flickering shadows.

“Listen.” Kirishima wipes beads of perspiration off his temple; a spontaneous rock-climbing session by the last light of day is not what he had hoped for after hours of exhaustive quirk training. “We already have a perfectly good camp. There’s, like, leftover curry and hot springs and stuff down there.”

Bakugou scoffs. “Yeah. And a bunch of extras.”

There’s an exasperated reply on his tongue – They’re called classmates, genius. Y’know, friends? – but Kirishima knows it’s pointless to even start that debate. He snipes him with his sweaty headband instead, celebrating his own marksmanship when it hits Bakugou square in the chest with a wet thwap.

“Wha– Shitty Hair!”

“You made me climb this stupid cliff in the middle of the night. Deal with it.”

Bakugou just throws it back, the force of an explosion propelling the thing past Kirishima’s shoulder and off the mountain entirely. Kirishima watches singed white fabric disappear into the abyss, bidding it goodbye with a somber salute.

“Well, that’s lame.”

“You’re lame, fuckface.”

“Bro.”

Shaking his head, Kirishima laughs and joins him by the fire.

It’s quiet for a bit while he gets comfy and Bakugou throws a chunk of wood into the flames, sparks bursting into life immediately. This far up, the air feels… brittle, in a way, thin and cold enough Kirishima wouldn’t have been surprised to see his breath mist. The breeze ruffles the crowns of the trees around them, the rush of rustling leaves in the distance strangely soothing.

Bakugou’s gaze is lost in the night sky when he starts to speak. “Been thinking of borrowing my parents’ car and driving out here by myself. Y’know, once I got my license and shit. ‘s got some good trails, people were talking ‘bout it on those shitty hiking forums. Forums, like we’re in the fucking 2000s.”

His elbows on his knees and his head propped on his hands, Kirishima hums and looks up as well. The moon is a thin island of white in an ocean of indigo blue growing steadily darker, a myriad of stars coming out to keep her company. “Yeah?”

“Mh”, Bakugou makes around a soft breath. “Guess they’re all shit out of luck though ‘cause it’s the personal playground of pro heroes, apparently. It’s a miracle none of our idiots got fucking lost coming out here.”

‘Our idiots’, huh? Kirishima nudges his chin lower and into his palms to hide his smile. “Kinda far of a trip to make just for some hiking, isn’t it?”

A casual shrug, followed by a nod upwards. “Not for this. The lodge is the only structure for miles in any direction and even with us here, it’s got fuck all on an entire city. Get it?”

“Yeah! No light pollution, right?”

“Yup”, Bakugou confirms, popping the ‘p’. A small grin is shot Kirishima’s way, teasing rather than mocking. “What’s this, huh? Don’t tell me you paid attention in fucking physics after all.”

Kirishima breathes an offended huff, mock-hurt.

“Pshh, please. Y’know how everyone has that one niche thing they randomly obsessed over as a kid? That was me with astronomy. Back in Middle School I had like, a huge model of all the planets in my room and my favorite constellations mapped across the ceiling with those glow-in-the-dark stars. Years of useless knowledge, all stored right here.”

Kirishima’s thumb taps his forehead as he smiles at Bakugou; Bakugou’s lips pull into a smile of his own, small but there. When he turns back to the stars, Kirishima does the same, sighing wistfully.

“If Thirteen’s class were just about that I’d freaking ace it, dude. I get that I’m kinda dumb with literally anything else, but space is my jam. Did you know that–”

“You’re not.”

The train of thought Kirishima was about to gleefully jump onto screeches to a halt. “…huh?”

Bakugou frowns at him. “You’re not”, a vague wave in his general direction, “stupid or whatever.”

Perhaps the dumbfounded blinking Kirishima’s doing in response is already enough to prove Bakugou wrong on that. Still, Kirishima sits up a bit straighter, eyebrows pulling together tightly.

“Um. I appreciate you saying that, bro, but I’m only here ‘cause Aizawa decided to get in touch with his merciful side after all. Like, Cementoss totally wiped the floor with me back home. There’s no point in lying to myself about that.”

“So you’re calling me a fucking liar, is that it?”

“Huh?”

Kirishima can only watch as Bakugou’s mouth twists beyond the usual doom and gloom and into something… frustrated. Genuinely annoyed. An iron weight settles in Kirishima’s gut, heavy and hard to ignore. “I didn’t– Look, man, can we not fight over this? I’m just saying I wanna face my mistakes and do better, that’s all.”

“Then say it!”

There’s a severity to the words that catches Kirishima off guard. Bakugou is staring him down with eyes so intense they possess their own gravitational pull, closer to black than crimson in the fire’s light–

Kirishima likes to think he knows Bakugou, at least a little. What makes him tick, what makes him angry – because there is a reason and a rhyme to his anger, a pattern to the things that set him off that Kirishima has yet to properly figure out. It’s just that Kirishima isn’t usually one of those things, not anymore.

“You lost me, Baku”, he admits, quietly, after a beat or two of tense silence. “What do you mean?”

Bakugou sighs, a harsh noise between them. The deep breath afterwards is new, however, a sharp inhale followed by a calmer exhale before Bakugou points at him, a wordless listen up.

“Just– Okay. You fucked up and wanna learn from it? Cool, fucking say that then. Not some bullshit about being too dumb to do shit ‘cause you’re not. Fuck right off with that.”

Mouth opening, Kirishima is stopped by a flurry of firecracker sparks and a terse growl of “Shut the hell up, I’m not done.” Finally, Bakugou’s look snaps elsewhere, one sock-clad foot kicking at a loose rock in clear irritation.

“Studying isn’t your strength, who gives a fuck? You got into U.A. top-fucking-two, you’re one of the only capable fuckers around and if you seriously think you don’t deserve to be here because Cementoss got lucky one fucking time then you got another thing coming.”

Kirishima sits there in a state of mild shock until Bakugou huffs and glares at him again. The threat behind it is ridiculously empty considering the impromptu speech he just gave and holy shit, Bakugou Katsuki is praising him. Kirishima Eijirou.

He might actually cry.

“What? You’re competition, bitch, so don’t make me a fucking liar by pretending otherwise.”

Scratch that, tears are definitely part of the picture now.

Wet-rimmed eyes and a quiet sniff, that’s as far as Kirishima gets before Bakugou’s expression suddenly falls, crestfallen to an almost comical degree. Kirishima does laugh then, a watery little chuckle that doesn’t seem to make things much better, either.

“Sorry, just… Damn Nitro, I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. You really think so?”

And okay, yup, that’s a real glare, this time. Bakugou throws up his hands. “You’re so– Urgh. Did I fucking stutter?”

Kirishima rubs the moisture out of his eyes and smiles. “Nope.” Faint embarrassment heats his cheeks; he focuses on the warmth curling in his chest instead, glowing bright and comforting like the embers at their feet and the stars above.

“Good”, Bakugou mutters.

More wood is tossed into the fire and rekindled with red-hot palms. Scooting closer, Kirishima holds out his hands and hums happily as it chases away the ever-cooling temperatures. They can’t stay up here forever – Aizawa will have his hide for sure if he doesn’t show up to the remedial course tonight – yet Kirishima figures they have a few more minutes.

Bakugou goes right back to his earlier sprawl, unaffected by the cold: arms crossed, eyes on the sky like he can’t get enough of the sight. Kirishima thinks of glow-in-the-dark stickers, faded over time. Quietly, he wonders which constellation is Bakugou’s favorite.

“Kiri.”

“Hm? Yeah?”

Shoulders relaxed, voice even, Bakugou says: “Tell me something. About space, I mean.”

As complicated as being friends with Bakugou can get, it can be so, so easy, too. Just a while longer, Kirishima decides as he settles in next to his best friend and starts talking.

>>Chapter 4

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #bnha fanfiction #pre-kamino softness coming right up! #i'm just weak for these two interacting that's all #this fic is also on AO3!! #my stuff

[justdrivee]

Tagged by the sunshine that is cara @sunshine-ricciardo ☀️💕

rules: the usual, answer the questions and tag some peeps (these are not the real rules, im sorry im on mobile and copying and pasting is a /pain/)

1. Name/nickname: Laura/ Laur, Lou, Louby, Louby lou, Lorelai

2. Gender: female

3. Star sign: leo sun, libra moon, scorpio rising (and I have no idea what most of that means)

4. Height: 5'5

5. Time: 20:36

6. Birthday: 23rd July

7. Favourite bands/groups: ummm little mix, 5sos, oh wonder, one direction????

8. Fabourite solo artists: literally all I listen to is Ari xoxo

9. Song stuck in your head: goodnight n go (told u)

10. Last film: to all the boys i loved before

11. Last tv show: gilmore girls

12. When did I create this blog: a very, very long time ago, but there were a good few years I didn't post and then I came back to it early 2020

13. What do I post: excessive amounts of daniel ricciardo

14. Last thing I googled: 'remy weighted blanket' (the one I want is out of stock so I am literally checking it daily)

15. Other blogs: @michaelmasdaisies is my main and then I just have a lot of saved urls and old blogs I don't use

16. Do I get asks: v rarely and when I do its usually just san shouting at me for making f1/5sos stuff or jas being ridiculously lovely

17. Why i chose this url: just drive was the song on the end of season montage and I was /obsessed/, not rly a fan of it these days but im emotionally attached

18. Following: a lot

19. Followers: not many

20. Average hours of sleep: anywhere between 4 and 12 hours, my sleeping pattern is highly inconsistent and never the same twice in a row

21. Lucky number: 3

22. Instrument: I have not played an instrument since I graced an audience with a rendition of 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' on the recorder at my year 6 leavers assembly. but I love listening to strings.

23. What am I wearing: clothes xo

24. Dream job: what I do now, just in f1

25. Dream trip: I am a notorious homebody and anxious traveller, but rn I would go anywhere as long as i was with my friends

26. Favourite food: 🤷‍♀️

27. Nationality: british

28. Favourite song: a beautiful mess by jason mraz

29. Last book I read: out of love by hazel hayes

30. Top 3 fictional worlds: ummm suddenly all I can think of is Harry potter and my vampire au lol

guess I better tag @eight-hearts and @calumsthood considering i mentioned them 💕 and anyone else who wants to do the thing xo

#this was a fun brain distraction thanx cara!! #p.s. thanks for ur sweet tags on ilisim xoxo #i love learning about y'all #laura talks #tag game #long post #(?) #(sorry?? lol)

[mithranqueersmusings]

Baby, You’re A Rich Man XI

Chapter: 11/28

Rating: U

Summary: Ringo could never understand why that group of three boys made him feel so uncomfortable, or why the way George looked at him sent him into a panic. After a chance encounter Ringo discovers the truth and has no clue what to do with the information.

Tags: AU - Gangsters, Slow Burn, Smut, Eventual Romance, Violence, Angst

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

The next few days were an absolute drag, Ringo even called up work and asked if anybody needed their shift covered cause he just wanted time to speed up. He hadn't seen George since they went out to get his suit fitted, at least that was the last time he'd seen him in person; he'd seen George a lot in his mind. Ringo started to really miss him, and the flowers beginning to wilt in his kitchen only made his sadness all the more intense. It was still two days until the wedding, but Ringo felt like he really couldn't wait any longer. He kept hoping that George would visit him at work but he never did, and Ringo wondered if he ever would again. Eventually he caved in and decided to give George a call. He finished work at 3 and plucked up the courage to call George after only 20 minutes of pacing and debating. The sound of the phone ringing made him nervous, and once again he considered hanging up, he had no idea what George's schedule was and he could be busy, he might not even be home. After a few moments of Ringo pacing as much as he could without pulling the phone out of the wall, a voice answered but it wasn't George's.

"Hello?" It was Paul, and Ringo instantly felt nervous.

"Oh- Hi, Paul. It's Ringo. Is George there?" Ringo fiddled with a loose strand of hair.

"Oh, hi Ringo. Yeah, he's just in the loo, don't expect he'll be too long. How are you, anyway?" Paul had such a soothing voice, and Ringo easily calmed himself listening to it.

"Yeah, yeah, not too bad. And yourself?" Ringo tried to sound casual.

"Yeah, alright... Did you need George for something?"

"Not particularly. Just haven't seem him in a few days, wanted to check up on him." The nerves were coming back now.

"Aw, that's well sweet of you." He paused "He won't want me telling you this but he's been going on about you non-stop. He's been so excited about this wedding, keeps gushing about you in a suit." Paul chuckled lightly and it made Ringo blush.

"Oh really? I hope I'm worth the wait then." Ringo smiled "Will you and John be there?"

"We sure will be. You practically get disowned if you miss events like these. They're alright, John has a tendency to get a bit drunk and start a row. But- Oh, here's George now I'll pass you on." Paul didn't have a chance to say goodbye because George rather quickly snatched the phone, Ringo could hear Paul and John laughing in the background.

"Hey Ringo, they weren't chatting any shite were they?" George sounded a little flustered, it was a side to him Ringo hadn't really seen.

"No, not at all. I just wanted to see how you were, but if you're busy that's fine I can call back la-" Ringo began.

"No, I'm not busy!" George said hastily, then paused and Ringo imagined he was cursing himself "Are you alright?"

"Good, yeah. Just, er- Haven't heard from you in a few days, you know?" Ringo chuckled nervously.

"Missing me already, are you?" George lowered his voice.

"Suppose I might be... What have you been up to?" Ringo wished he'd thought of something to say before he rang.

"Not much, just business stuff really. That same family's been kicking up some trouble again, but we seem to have it under control." George explained, he'd returned to his normal self now.

"Oh dear, you haven't been hurt or anything have you?" Ringo winced when he thought about the state George had gotten into last time.

"No, no. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." George chuckled.

"Pretty?" Ringo scoffed.

"Well, I'd like to call you something else but I've got company you see." George's voice grew huskier.

"You're not half a bleeding flirt, George." Ringo tried to sound like he didn't like it, but that wasn't the case.

"Oh right, and what's the other half?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Do tell."

"You'll have to wait to hear that one."

"Aren't you a little tease?"

"I'm not a little anything."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

Ringo let out a spluttered laugh at the comment, as much as he'd love to talk dirty to George over the phone right now he couldn't contain his laughter "Look, I shouldn't keep you from your mates."

"Who says they're my mates?"

"You do, you pillock. I should get going, I'm pretty knackered from work. What time are you gonna pick me up Thursday?" Ringo really wanted to stay, but he didn't really want to let anything on to Paul and John - even if George hadn't been too good at hiding it.

"Probably around 9, I'll bring the suit and all that and we can get to the wedding about 10?" George had a twinge of hopefulness in his voice, and it made Ringo smile.

"Now when you say 9, do you mean 9? Or do you mean showing up an hour earlier so you can catch me being a sweaty mess?" Ringo chuckled.

"Well, I do mean 9, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to see you a sweaty mess again." Ringo could hear the grin on his face.

"I'm sure that be arranged." He didn't give George a time to respond, as much as Ringo knew he wanted to "I'll see you Thursday, then. Bye, George."

"Goodbye Ringo. Don't forget to wear those rings." George joked, but there was a darkness behind his words.

Ringo just smiled, said his goodbyes again and hung up the phone. His mood was immediately lifted after speaking to George, it was like it transported him to a whole other world. As much as he'd rather see him, he didn't dare bother him again, especially if he had important stuff to deal with.

Paul's words kept echoing in his mind the next couple of days, and every time he thought about George talking about him it made him smile. Ringo wondered why he didn't tell these things explicitly to him, like the things he'd heard when he was outside his front door, and he expected it was the same reason Ringo hadn't been completely honest either - they just liked each other so much they were scared of ruining it. It was stupid really, but a strange sort of tradition when getting to know someone.

Ringo debated in his mind whether he should tell George how he really felt, he had no fear of rejection since he knew George's true feelings, but still something told him to take things slow. Ringo was fairly happy with the stage they were at now, it was comfortable, and if feelings became explicitly involved it might take it to somewhere a bit stranger. He hadn't thought about anything that serious with George, but maybe now it was time to start; he was going to be his date after all. George was going to show him off to the rest of his 'family' without any shame, it seemed like a pretty big step for Ringo but he wondered whether George just did this all the time, like it wasn't that big of a deal. It wasn't a pleasant thought, so Ringo tried to avoid it. For now he was just going to see how things went, there was no use planning for a future that might not happen after all.

All Ringo was sure of was that this whole wedding ordeal was going to be a large step for him, especially for his relationship with George, and he just had to go with the flow and see where it took him. In all honesty he knew where it was taking him: straight into George's bed, and Ringo had no issue with that at all.

Thursday finally came around, and Ringo had luckily remembered to book the time off work. He made sure to wake up nice and early, which was a struggle, so that he could hop in the shower and freshen up before George showed up. This time, he arrived on time, and Ringo couldn't help the excitement bubbling in his stomach when he heard him knocking on the door. He'd gotten dressed even though he knew it was pointless, a part of him just wanted to look presentable. He swung the door open probably a little too excitedly, and George was standing there with his arms full.

"I believe you ordered a suit, sir?" George chuckled, plonking a shoe box into Ringo's hands as smoothly as he could.

"I believe I did." Ringo smiled as he led George into the living room once more.

"In the end I decided to just get you the one, so if you can try to tone down your handsomeness I'd much appreciate it." George lay the suit on the back of one of the chairs.

"I suppose I'll have to try." Ringo joked, standing in the doorway when George gave him a funny look.

"Well go on then, what are you waiting for? Try it on!" George scoffed as he unzipped the suit cover.

Ringo shifted his weight "Oh... Right now?"

"If you wanna make it to this wedding then yes, right now." George tutted sarcastically "If you want to close my eyes or something I will, but I was kinda looking forward to this bit."

Ringo blushed, then sheepishly walked further into the room and put the shoebox down on the floor. He walked over to the suit and took it out of its cover, holding it up in the hanger so that he could see it in the mirror. It was a very nice suit, nicer than anything Ringo ever thought he'd ever own. There was a tie and a handkerchief too, but they were of clashing patterns, not that Ringo was a fashion expert of any kind but it did seem an odd choice. He looked up at George and... Oh. He realised that the handkerchief of his suit was identical to the pattern of George's tie, with his tie matching George's handkerchief. Ringo blushed.

"Sorry if its a bit cheesy, I thought it'd be nice... Funny y'know." George turned away to look in the mirror, Ringo could've sworn he saw hints of red on his cheeks.

"No its nice, was just a bit confused at first." Ringo smiled reassuringly then began to undress.

He felt George's eyes on him as he lifted his jumper above his head, he felt the sudden urge to cover himself up or to ask George to leave the room, but he powered through the embarrassment and continued to take off his clothes. Standing in his boxers and his socks, he took the suit off the hanger piece by piece and worked his way into it. Even the shirt was nice, Ringo guessed it probably cost more than his entire wardrobe put together. He lay the tie undone across his neck, he was a little embarrassed that he wouldn't be able to make it look presentable enough, so decided to leave it until last. The whole time he felt George watching him, and while his gaze was somewhat predatory it didn't make him feel uncomfortable, at least not in the negative sense, and whenever he looked up at George he would give him a small smile. He squeezed into the shoes, the first real leather shoes he'd owned, and wiggled his toes in them as he walked around the room to break them in somewhat.

"Does everything fit?" George cleared his throat before speaking.

"Feels like it. I hardly recognise myself." Ringo chuckled as he stepped up to the mirror.

"You look good." George breathed, taking a step closer to him "Who knew I had such good taste?"

"In suits or in men?" Ringo winked, fiddling with his tie hesitantly.

"Looks like both." George smiled darkly "You need help with that tie?"

"Uh... Yeah, I do. Bit embarrassing but even in school I could never do it properly, was always getting yelled at for it." Ringo continued fiddling with the fabric awkwardly.

"Come 'ere." George laughed, his quick fingers getting to work as he tied Ringo's tie for him.

Ringo gulped rather obviously as he looked down at George's hands, he couldn't help remembering how he had been thinking about them last. George pulled his focused gaze away for a second to glance at Ringo, and Ringo suspected that George knew exactly what he was thinking. George just chuckled, then turned Ringo to face the mirror with him.

"There, we make quite the pair. Don't you think?" George grinned widely, his arm across Ringo's shoulder.

"Huh, we sure do. Could give Paul and John a run for their money." Ringo chuckled but then panicked when he thought he might be insinuating something.

"Urgh, don't mention them. You know how hard it is to find a fella when you've got those two as the shining example? You shouldn't even worry about meeting my parents, them two are the real test." George let go of Ringo then, who only blushed at the thought of meeting George's parents.

"How long have they been together?" Ringo started fixing his hair that had been ruffled out of place.

"It's hard to say. As long as I've known them they've practically been inseparable. Technically I think it's 3 years this year, but I could be wrong." George stood behind Ringo then, and ran his hand quickly through his hair to mess it up.

"Funny." Ringo rolled his eyes "Was it easier around them, then? I mean, being... You know."

"Being a flaming queer?" George laughed "Yeah, I suppose it was. I mean we all messed around quite a bit when we were younger and it just stuck."

"Messed around like, with each other?" Ringo was almost looking presentable.

"Scandalous, I know. It was just boys being silly, or at least that's what we pretended it was. Then suddenly it stopped, and Paul and John were dating so I had to find my fun elsewhere."

"Have you been with a lot of guys then? If you don't mind me asking." Ringo tried to not sound as curious as he felt.

"Depends what you mean by 'been with'. I've been around the block a few times, but never anything serious. Never taken one to a wedding, let's just put it that way." George smiled somewhat sheepishly.

"Well aren't I lucky?" Ringo felt comforted by George's answer, even though he knew he shouldn't care about his past.

"With a face like that, I'd say so." George stepped closer to him again and lifted up Ringo's chin gently to stare into his eyes.

"You're one to talk." Ringo whispered.

"You better shut me up, then." George rubbed the stubble on Ringo's chin gently.

Ringo smirked and leaned in to the other man, one hand going for his hip under his jacket and the other caressing his neck. George hummed happily against his lips, Ringo smiling into the kiss. He wondered if he'd ever get tired of kissing George, or if it would ever stop lighting a fire in his stomach, because it certainly didn't seem to be happening any time soon. George put his hand on the small of Ringo's back and dipped him backwards slightly, pushing his chest up against him. Ringo moved his hand to George's face and he felt him jerk slightly at the feeling of the cold metal of Ringo's rings on his skin which made Ringo chuckle. He had gotten used to that reaction, but seeing George respond like that instantly made him smile. George deepened the kiss, grabbing the fabric of Ringo's jacket and taking a fistful of his hair at the back of his head. Ringo moaned lowly as George pushed his tongue into his mouth, feeling his sharp teeth teasingly nibble at his lip.

Ringo was the one to break the kiss when he felt himself getting a little flustered, he didn't want to end up being late because they had pushed the late night entertainment forward, that certainly wasn't a good way to make a first impression.

"Shouldn't we be heading off?" Ringo panted, his face still only inches away from George's.

"I suppose we have to." George smirked "But I expect to pick up where we left off once we get back to mine."

"If you insist." Ringo smiled awkwardly, and it made George smile too.

George stepped back then, adjusting himself for a final time in the mirror before heading out of the room. Ringo remained in front of the mirror, the nervousness of this important social event was beginning to sink in, and he worried that he wasn't going to fit in there. He remembered how the tailor had regarded him, how he could sense that Ringo wasn't one of them, and then imagined it on a larger scale with every one of George's friends turning their noses up at him. He had been so concerned with handling George that he hadn't even considered the magnitude of the situation. He looked pretty sharp, or so he thought, but was it good enough? He let out a sigh and saw George waiting for him in the doorway.

"Ringo, stop being ridiculous. You look gorgeous, now let's get driving or I'll get a belting from Paul for being late." George's words were serious but his smile was warm and it helped Ringo relax.

As Ringo walked past George into the hallway, George seized his hand swiftly and raised it up to lips, pressing a soft but long kiss on the back of palm, his gaze unbreakable from Ringo's before heading to the front door. Ringo blushed and followed behind the other man quickly, once again having the door opened for him and stepping out into the cold morning. George's car was waiting across the street, and the two of them walked towards it briskly. Before Ringo opened the car door, George tapped on the roof of the vehicle to grab his attention.

"You've got no need to be nervous. I won't know half the people there, and the other half I don't like." George chuckled "Just see it as an opportunity for free food and a lot of free drinks."

"How much is a lot?" Ringo forced a smile, but he couldn't fully hide his nerves.

"Well last time I went to one of these things, I woke up in the next town over with all my money gone and a headache that lasted a week." George smiled a toothy grin.

"Sorry I thought you were supposed to be convincing me to go?" Ringo raised his eyebrow.

"Ha ha." George said sarcastically "Look, we only really have to show our faces for a little bit. We can leave as soon as you've had enough of it all. But I don't think you're gonna wanna miss seeing John picking another fight with a lamppost."

Ringo sniggered "Well, I can't miss that now can I?"

George just smiled then climbed into the car, Ringo following suit. Before they set off, George placed his hand on top of Ringo's and squeezed it tightly. Ringo let out a breath he wasn't even realising he was holding, then turned his hand around so that he could interlock his fingers with George's. It only made his heart race faster as he felt George's skin against his own in such an innocent and affectionate way. It was reassuring to know that he didn't have to hide this, at least not right now, or for the rest of the day. Even if it was living in a fantasy world somewhat, he would enjoy it for now at least. George squeezed his hand once more, running his thumb slowly across the back of Ringo's hand before pulling his hand away and starting the car.

Ringo had a feeling that this was going to be one of the best day's of his life, and it was only the beginning of a whole series of things. The beginning of his life with George. He could get used to saying that.

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[dowoonsears]

tagged by @howcanisey​ (thank you!!! <3)

post your lockscreen, homescreen, last saved idol, last screenshot, and last meme saved

OKAY so my lock screen is a drawing of me n friends done by my college roommate and husband and best friend @seahagart​ who you should follow and commission and love!!!! we are monsters and i am a witch and my tattoos glow!!! and she gave me finger tattoos which i really want!!! i love it sm

my home screen is spirited away ehe and i don’t have any idol images i’m SORRY i’m not cut out for this kpop life i guess :-(

my last screenshot is of this guy who just messages me hi on instagram like twice a year even though i have no idea who he is and never answer him. actually he messaged me two days in a row this time so i guess he’s evolving

and my meme is from bojack horseman! bc i’m a freak i still don’t have many mutuals because my blog is still baby so i will just tag all of them and you guys can ignore me if u don’t want to like last time!! and also if people want me to stop tagging them after this so that i don’t spam definitely do that; i don’t wanna clog up anyone’s notifs if they’re not interested :^) @wow-wonpil​ @shuwake​ @eajpils​ @suggable​ @mostlymyday​  + anyone who reads this and wants to share !! i tag u

#i'm sorry i'm a fake fan :( #tag #hope this isnt bothering anyone!! and sorry if it does

[lexnolongerhearsthemusic]

 Tagged by the lovely @lookthemoonissinging​ to complete an ABC list of gigs i’ve been to.. However, i’m gonna put my own twist because I feel like I haven’t been to many! If I have been I’m going to bold the answer and if I haven’t been to someone beginning with that letter i’m going to fill it out with someone I want to see/am supposed to be seeing soon !

A - Avi Kaplan, I was supposed to see him this month but the show has been postponed! (Really want to see Arctic Monkeys and The Aces and Arcade Fire and Amber Run at some point too!!)

B - Broods, with my friend Grant would like to see Bad Bad Hats ,Was going to buy tickets to see them before their show was cancelled. (also the Big Moon and Big Theif and the Black Keys and Bleachers and Blondie and Bombay Bicycle Club and Brandi Carlile AND Billy Raffoul and babyshambles

C - Cage the Elephant is on my list of must sees, was going to see this band called COIN this spring but that was cancelled, Cold War Kids is also on my list

D - Dirty Pretty Things lol.. I want to see Dolly with my mom at some point as well and was very sad I never got to see Bowie

E - Elton John on his farewell tour... tickets were purchased but.. CANCELLED 

F - I just started listening to Fenne Lily.. on my list. so is Fleet Foxes and Fleetwood Mac and FLETCHER. I am seeing Flora Cash with my cousin but it’s been rescheduled. IF I DON’T SEE FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE SOON I MIGHT DIE

G - Gregory Alan Isakov, one of my best friends was friends with his manager because her husband produced my friends record and she got us on the guest-list to a sold out show... it was beautiful. Grace Potter and girl in red are on my list

H - HARRY STYLES... i’m supposed to see him in July and just hoping that it doesn’t get rescheduled.. H list includes H.E.R and HAIM and Hozier 

I - Inhaler

J - Joseph,  beautiful vocal girl group.. listened to them for the first time when their album good luck kid came out last fall and realized they were going to be there the next week.. bought tickets on a whim. SO GOOD J list is Jade Bird, Jake Bugg, James Taylor Janelle Monae (wish I could see Janis Joplin and John Denver and Johnny Cash), is Joni Mitchell still touring? 

K - King Princess last winter.. want to see Kacey Musgraves, the killers, the kills

L - LÉON, the first show I attempted to go to myself and it was amazing.. Made so many new friends was front row and got setlist.. she’s so talented.. I NEED to see Gaga, Lake Street Dive, Lana Del Rey, I’m seeing Lennon Stella this summer, Local Natives, Lord Huron, the Lumineers (cancelled 2 days before the show this spring) ALSO ALL I WANT IN THE WORLD IS TO SEE THE LIBERTINES THAT IS MY DYING WISH.. and the Last Shadow Puppets AND LORDE

M - Muna!!! My favorite badass girl group also MAGGIE ROGERS. hope to see Miles Kane and Mt. Joy and maisie peters soon

N - Nina Nesbitt, I was in colorado while she was in MN last year and i’m still sad about it

O - Oasis, orla Gartland

P - hmm Peter maybe.. I WAS SUPPOSED TO SEE PHEOBE BRIDGERS IN MAY BUT IT’S rescheduled and i’m BIG SAD

Q - Queen? in any form 

R - the Raconteurs

S - Sasha Sloan.. I cried to dancing with your ghost TWICE live this fall lol.. and the Stella Loons! they’re the cutest local group and I went to their album release it was so much fun! Also Superfruit was so much funs with a bunch of my friends.. best dancey pop feel good album.. i handpainted jean jackets and gave them to them and they wore them after shows for the rest of tour! Sophie and the giants, the strokes, SZA, 

T - TAYLOR SWIFT WILL FOREVER BE MY BABY.. ALSO INCLUDING THIS PICTURE BECAUSE THIS WAS BY FAR THE COOLEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE (aka sat in her living room in nashville when i was 17 as she played me and 50 other people reputation a month early she’s the nicest person I swear to god)

Troye Sivan (he’s also very nice) Also I Was also supposed to see Tame Impala in the next month or so lol.. them crooked vultures, two door cinema club and tyler, the creator

U - Us The Duo was such a fun little show 

V - the vaccines and vampire weekend and valley

W - WRABEL. I have a polaroid from one of his music videos that he sent me hanging on my wall but he hasn’t been in town since I was 16 and all of his shows were 18+ (CRIES).. wallows and WET and the White Stripes (in my dreams)

X - the xx

Y - young the giant

Z - one that I actually don’t have.. lol if you read all of this i’m so sorry it just turned into a post where I cry about everyone I haven’t seen and all my shows that have been cancelled or rescheduled.. also realizing how broke i’m going to be if I see everyone on this list.. but how worth it will be! 

not tagging anyone in particular.. just anyone who wants to do it!

#I'm sorrrrrry

[imanes]

Sorry if you have already answered this, I checked the tags of your blog but couldn't find an answer because you have a lot of posts about it! Which Brandon Sanderson's book or trilogy would you recommend to start with for someone who loves the genre but has not read any of his books? Thank you !!

no problem i’ll take any occasion that i have to talk about brandon sanderson aljfkdjlg first off it depends if you want to start with his sci-fi stuff or his fantasy, and secondly it depends if you’re more of a YA reader or you want the heavy duty adult book so i’ll just give u some options and see what you prefer

you can start with either of these three:

warbreaker: if you want something that starts off light, a good stepping stone from YA to adult fantasy (even though it is most definitely pure adult fantasy) with a pretty wacky but fun magic system, intricate world building (a bit info-dumpy but i personally never mind) and HUGE character development for all the protagonists

elantris: if you want something where you hit the ground running, progressive world building (lots of mysteries), political intrigue, religious wars brewing and a really tenacious and cunning main female character that is still fully developed. it’s a slow build but the ending is really action packed and i love it. it’s the first sanderson book i read actually!

the final empire (mistborn trilogy): if you want something that you can binge on during the christmas holidays, that will literally have you on the edge of your seat and that has one of the most interesting magic system i’ve ever read about. it’s so so good i recommended it to my friend and she’s on book three now even though she said she’d never be able to finish book one

one thing that is important imo is to keep his fantasy epic (the stormlight archive, which i am currently in the middle of) for at least after you’ve read warbreaker, and preferably after you’ve also read elantris. it’s not a rule that you absolutely cannot break, just a suggestion. his fantasy books take place in the same universe called the cosmere and there are some connections. at first i thought it was only apparent in warbreaker but i went back to my copy of elantris the other day and i had the biggest OMG moment when i realised there was a hidden final chapter after the author’s afterword alkjfkljgdlskj and that’s connected to all of it so do not go take a look before you’ve finished the book!

NOW there is also another way to do it and that’s by starting or by inserting somewhere in the middle of you reading all these books (bc i trust u to read them all... we’re in this together now) my beloved skyward. it’s a YA sci-fi that is really entertaining and has one of THE BEST climax i’ve read in a young adult book EVER. it really is so cinematic i think it’d be a shame if this was never adapted for screens. i literally read it five times in a row (twice on the same night and then again the three following evenings lmao). its sequel starsight was released last week and i’ve been meaning to start it but i’ve made the executive decision to keep it until i get my shit together and finish words of radiance (stormlight archive #2) bc i’m the worst

he has many other books but i haven’t dabbled too much in his sci-fi stuff yet. if you want my personal reading order, it was this:

elantris (i read it twice, once 10 years ago and once this year)

the final empire (10 years ago so ideally you’d complete the trilogy unlike me, infinite buffoon that i am, and also bc my library didn’t have the other books... tragic)

skyward

warbreaker

the way of kings (stormlight archive #1)

words of radiance (stormlight archive #2)

you can go about it in several different combos but i recommend that you read the synopsis of elantris, warbreaker, the final empire and skyward and see which one tickles your fancy the most. but one thing is that his books have the best payoff so even if there are things that annoy or bore you, if you stick until the end, you’ll most definitely be swayed :-) keep me updated! muchos besos

#brandon sanderson #ok that's me creating the tag for it on my blog so that all bs related messages will be located in one place #Anonymous

[rogue-barnes-16]

SWEET

Request: Can I please request an imagine where Bucky falls in love with a nerdy, sweet, innocent, short (I’m 4ft 10 1/2in btw LOL) Kindergarten teacher (I’m also a kindergarten teacher😂). They meet when she takes the kids on a field trip to the museum (the one that has all of the Captain America and Bucky stuff), they talk a lot and he asks her on a date + he introduces her to Steve and Sam as his girlfriend + Bucky being soft for the reader + sweet kisses, cuddles, and hugs.💜

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x teacher!Reader

Genre: super Fluffy

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Requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt

Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @sinviix @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack

Warnings: none (?)

A/N: wanna hear something funny? I read it wrong. Like the whole request, so I had to delete what I'd written and write it again (why am I such a mess?) and THEN tumblr deleted it after I had finished it. Anyway, I hope the wait was worth it, enjoy <3

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I didn't want to go to the Smithsonian to see the expo of Captain Fuckin' America all over again, but Natasha insisted that they had modified it, and that I sure had to go and see it all over again.

I was walking towards one of the newly added panels when a little kid bumped into my leg. "Fuck!" I turned around just in time to see the kid falling on his butt. "God 'm sorry" I kneeled in front of him to check if he was okay.

I heard rushed steps that preceded the view of a girl kneeling in front of me. "what did I say about running?-I'm sorry" she added, giving me an apologetic smile.

"I'm the one who's sorry" I smiled at her, but she wasn't even looking in my direction.

"Miss Y/n!" the woman turned around to look at a bunch of little kids that were now approaching us "look, It's Bucky Barnes!" the whole group started to squeal excited.

"Oh- I-" Y/n was finally looking at me with wide eyes and lips parted, and for the first time, I was able to see how damn beautiful she was. "Oh" she repeated, letting out nervous chuckle.

Her eyes, along with the children's ones and the few people's in the museum, were too much for me to deal with. "I-I'm sorry again. Have- have a good... time" I muttered, beaming at her before getting up to leave.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

"Okay, kids, let's go pick things up" I said, smiling at the children while I grabbed the keys. I opened the five lockers where they had left their things, and then, after checking the number on my key, I looked for mine.

At the beginning of the trip, I had asked one of the receptionists to store my things while I helped the kids, in order to save some time. And, of course, they had to choose a locker from the third row.

Right before I left to ask for help, Bucky Barnes entered in the room and, flashling me a smile, he walked to his locker.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped to him and tapped his shoulder. "I'm- I don't want to bother but my things... They're in that locker and" he looked at the locker I was pointing at. "I kinda-" c'mon, say it, I thought, it's not like he hasn't seen you. "God this is so embarrassing" I let out a nervous chuckle "I'm too short to reach it, could you-"

He let out a chuckle. "sure. Gimme your key?" I gave it to him and waited besides him. "here" he called my attention, carefully handing me my bag.

The corners of my mouth twitched when, instead of giving me my jacket, he held it for me to put it on "Thank you so much"

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

"No worries, Y/n" I gnawed my lip nervously before adding something else. "it's Y/n right?" she, biting back a grin, nodded.

"well, thank you anyway... Bucky." she replied, looking up at me enough time to see the blush creeping over my neck and ears. There was a moment of awkward silence between the two of us. "I should get g-"

"Did you like the expo?" I blurted out, feeling incredibly unhappy about her leaving.

She looked at me, with a spark of surprise and confusion in her eyes. "yeah. I actually come with the kids often." I nodded, my mind buzzing, trying to find a way to keep the conversation going. "Did you like it?"

Sadly, I heard her question after I had spoken, and not before. "would you like to grab a coffee?" her lips parted and her eyes widened, I realized I should have thought twice. "God 'm sorry, I don't-"

"Uh... I've to come back to school with the children" before I was able to tell her to forget it, she spoke again. "but this- this afternoon I'm free?" she questioned more than stated, gnawing her lower lip.

"is that a yes?" she nodded, extending her hand to me. "what... Oh fuck sorry" we both laughed while I gave her my phone for her to write down her number.

"Okay so" she gave it back to me and grabbed her bag. "I finish at 4"

"Okay Uh..." I walked out of the building with her and her class "Send me the address of the school and I'll pick you up"

"Sure, see you later, Bucky!" She said excitedly, walking away with the kids.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I double checked the address she had sent me before climbing off my bike.

Bucky: I'm outside:) r u ready?

During the few minutes it took her to answer, a wave of insecurities overwhelmed me, but most of them were ridiculous things I had never been insecure of.

And then it hit me, how damn nervous I was.

Y/n: I have a problem :(

Y/n: come in, I'll explain

I did as she told me to do and, after asking where Y/n was, I got to her class' door, where she was already waiting for me.

"Hey there" I greeted with a smile, managing to suppress the 'beautiful' that almost came out of me. "what happened?"

"i have to prepare a last minute activity for tomorrow" She groaned dramatically, running a hand through her hair. "I'm so sorry, I really wanted to-"

"Hey, 's okay" I gave her a small smile, not even bothering on hiding my disappointment. "tomorrow maybe?"

"yeah... Okay" she parted her lips a couple of times like she wanted to say something, but she ended up giving me a tight-lipped smile and got in the class.

READER'S P. O. V.

Who the fuck cancels a date with Bucky Barnes? Oh, yes. Me. I let out a loud groan followed by a whine, and I almost missed the buzz of my phone.

Bucky: are you gonna be alone?

Y/n: yeah why?

He did read the message, but the fact that I didn't get any kind of reply made me kind of upset.

To my surprise, not even ten minutes later Bucky was entering in the class with two coffees and two doughnuts.

"what's this?" I asked, a smile creeping over my face while he set everything over my desk.

"Didn't feel like waiting" he handed me a one of the coffees, leaning against the desk. "and I thought you could use some company"

"I definitely could" I confessed with a chuckle, walking to his side and hopping onto the table. "thanks Bucky. This was really sweet."

We looked at each other for a moment, the same stupid smile on our faces. "can you tell me if the coffee's good? 'cause I have no fucking clue what I ordered."

I let out a laugh "how's that even possible?"

"names were long and complicated, doll" he defended himself. "it was easier back in the day"

"back in the day" I echoed amused before taking a sip of my drink. "well it's... Sweet"

"just like you, then" I felt my cheeks reddening at that simple statement. "and it's hot too" snorting, I buried my face on Bucky arm, who was softly chuckling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sound of my alarm going off had never been so annoying.

When I tried to move to turn it off, Bucky’s strong arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. "don't"

"Bucky, I have to work" I mumbled, trying not so hard to get rid of his embrace. "c'mon, do you want me to lose my job?"

We had been dating for a few weeks already, but it was the first time that I had stayed the night at Bucky’s house —a. K. a the Avengers tower— so I wanted to leave before anyone could wake up.

"not gonna lose it, darlin'. You're too good at it." he stated, nuzzling his nose against my neck. "You're so warm. Like a blanket"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Bucky, c'mon" I half-heartedly pulled away, earing a whine from him, and jumped out of the bed.

It took me less time than I thought to find the kitchen. Surprisingly, the hardest part was to find the food.

I was focused on the things in the fridge when a voice almost gave me a heart attack. "Jesus Fucking Christ! Who are you?" I turned around to be met with Sam Wilson himself, dressed in a pigeon pj's.

"I'm-"

"That's Barnes tee-shirt" he stated, calmly stepping to the hall. "STEVE GET YOUR ASS HERE, BARNES BROUGHT A GIRL!"

"WHAT WHERE?" My eyes went wide and I froze in place when Steve fucking Rogers entered. "Holy motherfucking shit, 's true"

"Uh..."

"'Course it's true!" Sam yelled offended.

Thank God, in that moment Bucky entered in the kitchen and made his way towards me. "found your breakfast?" I denied, not being able to formule a proper sentence. "shouldda waited for me, baby" he whispered, grabbing a few things from the top shelf. "Sorry 'bout them" he pulled me closer and pecked my nose.

"Buck" Steve called his friend and we both turned to him. "who's her?"

"she's Y/n" he stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "my girlfriend." I started to blush like crazy, and Bucky might have felt it, because he pulled me to the side his chest with one of his arms, while with the other prepared my breakfast.

"You're what now?" Sam asked, and I saw him leaning over the counter between us. "Tell us about you, Y/n"

I opened my mouth to try to avoid that somehow, but Bucky was faster. "she gotta go to work, right?" I nodded and he gave me the breakfast. "c'mon, baby. Eat and I'll drive you there."

"Okay." I finally managed to speak, and Bucky leaned on me to peck my lips. "thanks Bucky"

He gave me a smile an guided my out of the kitchen with the breakfast in my hands, leaving behind us Steve's and Sam's bantering about us.

"I'm really sorry. Forgot today was training day" he apologized again in low voice, kissing my temple.

"it's okay, they seem nice" I said entering in his room and leaving the breakfast over the nightstand. "but they're like hyped kids"

"they're indeed" he agreed with a grin on his face. "so" throwing himself to the bed, he lay on his back with his head resting over one of his hands. "now that I'm taking you to school, and we've more time..."

I huffed, but when he pouted at me, I gave in. "just five more minutes." I warned, scooting closer to him and lying on his chest with my arms hugging him.

"Okay, miss" he replied, shifting his position to be able to cuddle me better. "just five more minutes"

"Bucky I mean it" I warned him again when he got way too comfortable.

"No you don't"

"fuck you, James" I said, chuckling heartedly.

"sweet"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him into a kiss, which turned out to be a mess due to both of our smiles.

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