#two of the best outfits were ignored just like that massive L

[godisasimp]

The Sirin event has the potential to finally give us Magic girl Sirin outfit wallpapers. If they miss out on such a opportunity I will cry.

#please this outfit does have a SINGLE CG #it just popped in the game and they did nothing #actually now that i think about it they didn't do anything for magic girl seele too #two of the best outfits were ignored just like that massive L #honkai impact #honkaiposting #honkaimpact3rd #herrscher of the void

[wh0re-4-techno]

9. Finally ((PROFESSOR TECHNO))

THIS CHAPTER HAS SMUT! IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THAT, DON'T FUCKEN READ THIS. OKAY.

Description: It's Friday night, your first date night with Techno. One thing leads to another and you end up waking up in his bed in the morning.

Warning(s): SMUTTTTTTT, public teasing, choking, slight slapping, spanking, fingering, penetration.

Words: 5672

Last part :: Next Part

Friday

Today was Friday... And your first dinner date with Techno.

The entire time you were in classes you were freaking out, anxiety filled your whole body. A simple text telling you,

T to Y/n:

Picking you up at 6pm

You couldn't sit still, just imagining him in a fancy outfit and taking you out. You've been on a date with him before, but this was an actual date with him, dinner and everything.

As you sat in your chair, putting your makeup on, Minx sits on your twin size bed. Scrolling down on her phone, but ever so often she would glance over at you.

"So who are you going on a date with?" She already knew you were going on a date without asking, how you dressed in that black short dress and how nervous you were. She still asks bluntly, out of the blue for you. Stopping you mid-way putting your mascara on. Even though you were pretty sure your makeup was going to ruin by the end of tonight. You blink at her question, "Say that again?" You turn to your side to face her. "Don't act like you didn't hear me." She squints her eyes at you, she was still somewhat pissed that you still won't tell her who you were with yesterday. And now you were on your way on a date, most likely with the same person. "I'm not going to tell you Minx, stop asking." Turning back to your small mirror to continue your makeup.

She grunts at you, "Why can't you tell me it's Karl? I already know it's him." You put down your mascara. "And how do you know that Judge Minx?" You ask, it was clear that you didn't want to talk about it with her, but of course Minx could tell and loved how easily she could work you up. "Karl told Alex, who told me that you were with him at some book store yesterday." She explains, within each word your eyes widened.

FUCKEN KARL.

"Did he mention anyone else?" Worried, what if Karl said you were with someone else. He could actually exposed the both of you.

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

"No he didn't, why?" She arches her eyebrows to your question. "No reason." You rush out, no reason for her to suspect you.

A small smirk starts to form on your lips, slowly looking back at your best friend. "Wait. You're still talking to Alex?" You try your hardest to make Minx forget or simply stop her from talking about your date. Seeing the shade of pink starting to rise on her cheeks, you could tell you can tease her about this. "Don't change the subject Y/l/n!" She wasn't going to let you off so easily.

You finish your makeup with a signature red lipstick.

Reaching down to put on a simple necklace with faux diamond earrings. Turning towards you mirror that hung on your dresser door, looking at yourself. You could tell you were smokin' hot, but would he like it? The next best option was to ask your roomy.

"Whatcha think?" You spin back to her on your heels, she's still on your bed, but now laying down on her back. Which she rolls herself over and faces you. "Holy shit-'' She mutters, loud enough for you to hear her. She starts to sit up, "You look stupid hot Y/l/n! He's gonna eat’cha up!" You could feel your cheeks heating up from her complements. "Karl's gonna love this-" You finally cut her off, "It's not Karl!" You huff out, she stares for a couple of seconds, just thinking.

It was hard enough to lie about where you were going at lunch and now this, but you had enough. You obviously couldn't say it was your Professor, but that doesn't mean you have to it was Karl. You just need to make up some random name that she nor any of your other friends could remember. "What- Who is it then?" Waiting for you to respond, walking up to her. "I'll tell you everything about him later tonight, I promise." You reach out for her to give you a hug as a goodbye.

She hugs you back, "Be safe, if he tries anything I will kill him." She says in a serious tone, which she would most likely hurt him, but not kill him. And the hurting would probably come from Schlatt. You chuckle at her and pull away. "I want to hear everything about this mystery date! You hear me!" She points out to you, you chuckle at her. "Love you Minx." You start heading to the dorm door, grabbing your keys and wallet. "Love you too!" Both of you smile at each other.

Heading down the stairs and making your way out of the house-ing building.

You stand by the parking lot, the cold weather starts to breeze as the sun starts to set, leaving a shiver down your spine. You should have grabbed a sweater on your way out. But as you think, his car is already pulling up towards you.

The car was completely glossy black, the sunset shining on it perfectly.

He steps out of his car, as he starts to walk towards you, you see his whole outfit. You couldn't and wouldn't keep your eyes off of him, starting at his head. His soft curls perfectly taken care of, a clean shaven face, he wore a crisp black suit with a matching bowtie. As your eyes lower down to his shoes, they were faux leather black loafers. He looked so fine.

He lets you check him out, at the same moments his eyes are all over you. Stepping closer to each other. "What are you wearing?" He ask wide eyed. In shock that you actually showed up in that. "What?" You act confused on what he meant, you loved how he stared at your body like a meal he was ready to devour. "What are you wearing?" He growls in a deep tone, clenching his hands into a fit. Almost ready to tear off your lil outfit. How it hugged you in the right place, it was taking him great strength to not just take you to his house right away, but you two have dinner first.

Even though it was going to be hard to resist.

He kisses you, rather quickly then desired. "Com'on darling, we got a reservation." He says, walking you to the car. Now that you think of it, he didn't even tell you what place he was taking you too.

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He gets out the door first, telling you to stay seated, but it's clear when he opens your door. Holding out a hand for you to take.

You grab onto his hand and step out of his car, your heels clicking with each step. Looking over at the entrance, it was so fancy. More luxurious than anything, "So what do you think?" He gestures about the restaurant, as you admire it. "I would have been fine going to a burger joint." You whisper with a giggle, he glance down at you. "Good to know." He says matter of factly.

Walking past the front tall door was a small desk, a very well dressed gentleman stood behind it. Your eyes immediately scan the entire place, looking left to right. Seeing all the small tables with a white sheets covering them, a bouquet of flowers in the middle. All of them had only two chairs.

The lighting was dim, to set the mood as romantic as you could get.

In the back was a massive bar, the shells that held the liquor lining the whole wall up. Impossible to actually reach the drinks, more as a way to decorate and show off the alcohol.

But Techno's words pulled you back, "Reservation for Mr and Mrs. Blade." He says with ease, your lips parting slightly. Did you hear what he said? Or were you making it up in your head? You stare up at him with amazement in your eyes. "Special occasion? Anniversary of some sort?" The gentleman turned to you, grabbing two menus for both of you. Techno, for a second looks down at you, a playful smirk on his face. "Indeed." He looks back at the man, who is leading both of you to your table.

You squeeze his hand, trying to get his attention. But he doesn't bat an eye for you, continuing to follow the man. How could he just skimp through that and not make you want to get all over him.

The gentleman sits you down at a table, close by the bar, but not too close that drunks will be wandering by. Techno pulls out your chair before going to his.

"One of our waiters will come get you started soon, enjoy your evening." The gentleman says, quickly walking back to his table.

Sitting down in the chair you look at him, he's looking down at the menu, undoubtedly ignoring you for fun. You were done at this point, "Mrs. Blade huh?" He nods to your question, now that you know he's listening to you, you tell him. "I like the sound of that." It was shortly said, but you pick up the menu and place it upright, covering your face. Unsure how he would react to your statement.

"Oh yeah?" He asks, his eyebrow going up with a smirk. You look to the side of your menu. Dropping it down, you smile at him. "Y/n Blade, it has a nice ring to it." He winks at you, making you blush on the spot.

He looks back to the menu, "Have any idea what you want darling?" His eyes down the list of food. "If only you were on this menu." His eyes shoot open, so bluntly you tell him with slight amusement in your voice. Seeing how he reacted to your bluntness. He slowly looks up at you, "I could say the same thing about you." His voice drops to a deep harsh tone. It was only a few minutes into this date and you could feel a puddle forming in your panties.

Suddenly you feel one of his shoes tapping your heel, glancing from your menu back to him. He didn't seem to notice or didn't seem to bother him.

A lady, a couple of years older than you comes up to your table. "Hi, what could I get you two started with? Drink wise." She asks politely with a smile. Both of you turn to her. "Hello, I would love a white wine." He speaks first, you were still looking through the drinks. "Sweet or dry Sir?" She asks, ready to write what he orders. "Sweet, riesling ice wine please." She nods to him, "Great choice Sir." She taps her pen to him, she turns her attention to you now. Waiting for you to tell her your drink choice. "I'll have the same." She nods again while writing, "Perfect, I'll come back in a second with the drinks and give you another second to think about meals." And she was off, walking to her next table.

"You're into sweet wine?" You ask him, he looked more like a dry wine person and wouldn't shut up about his knowledge about it. "I'm more of a fan of sweets, but dry is still good." He's back looking at you. He leans into the table, gesturing to you to also lean in with his index finger. "You're over 21?" He whispers in your ear, you were a little shocked that he didn't know actually, but you didn't know his actual age as well.

You pull away and sit back down. "Yes I'm 21 Mr. Blade, how old are you?" You were more curious than it being a deal breaker for you. You were into an older man anyways. The fact the two of you still didn't know each other's age is a little strange. "I'm 32." He simply says.

Your eyes widen, "You're 32!" You raise your voice ever so much. Quickly you hush yourself before drawing people attention. "Yes." He says again, chuckling at how much you were surprised at that. "You look 26. That's why I was curious why you were so young to be a Professor. And you have to tell me how you look that young." You tell him, the last part you make it a little dramatic. He's intrigued that you thought he was 6 years younger then he actually was, it was very flattering to say the least. But as he thought for a second of what you said, "Hey I'm still young to be a Professor, I'm not old." He places his hand over his chest, pretending to be deeply hurt by your words.

You roll your eyes at him, "That's not what I meant." You scoff at him playfully, "It's an 11 years difference, you don't mind that?" He asks. Slightly concerned that it would weird you out, but that would never be the issue. "I don't care about that Techno." You give him a smile, placing your hands out on the table.

He grabs your hand, his finger dancing on top of yours. The two of you sit and stare at each other. Simply listening to the buzz of the customers in the restaurant. His brown eyes glimpsing with shine, you could sit for hours on end staring at him and every little detail. To how his eyebrows furrow when a spoon inevitably drops on the floor or hearing the clink of glasses in celebration. How he smiles a tad bit more when you rub your thumb across his hand as well.

The smell of divine gourmet meals along with wine and experience liquor fill the air.

His foot distracts you again as you could feel his faux leather shoe slowly going up your leg. You slightly squint at him, questioning what his attentions were, but you don't get an answer just yet. His elbow props up to the table, he inches closer to the table while doing so. Resting his head inside his plan, admiring every second of you.

Going up every so slightly, just by how long his legs were it didn't seem like he was doing anything under the table. Plus the white sheet covered the table almost reaching the floor. Then it is clear on what he was doing when you.

As the tip of his toe cap pressed firmly in-between your thighs.

You rush to close your legs, he gives you a stern look, squeezing your hand. It was a given that he didn't want you to do so. But it was hard for you not to squirm your thighs as he pushed further on your panties.

And of course, your waitress had to come up to the both of you. Handing you and Techno the wine you order, perfect fucken timing. Techno lifts his hand that held his head to grab his drink, you simply put it down on the table. Ready to order your food.

Glaring at Techno to stop his antics, but he could play with you for hours if he pleases. "So what are we going to eat for tonight?" She glances at the both of you, not suspecting anything.

Techno takes a sip of the wine, letting you order first. "Could I get-" You cough out, hiding away a possible moan as he pressed down on your clothed clit. He moves up and down slowly. The waitress lets you cough for another moment, you continue, or try to continue your order. "Y/f/m please?" You ask her, you couldn't help but closing your thighs together. She writes in her notepad and switches to Techno, he quickly orders it with no interruptions.

"Alrightty, I'll be back soon." She quickly walks off.

He lightly wiggles his leg, unlocking your thighs once again. You breathe out a shutter breath. "Techno I was trying to order food." You whisper yell at him, reaching for your wine. He fucken knew you were, but that was the fun of it, watching you stutter out your order to the completely oblivious waitress. "Yes, what's the issue?" He asks, "Don't act coy with me." You take a sip of the wine, not your favorite, but it's not bad.

"You don't like it?" He says, taking a swig of his drink, his eyes look over the cup to you. It was obvious by the way you scrunched up your nose while drinking it. "I like aspects of." You refer to the wine, "Noted." He winks to you. He flicks his foot up, hitting you in the perfect spot. You hold the wine glass with a shaky hand, placing down to ground yourself. You muffle your moan by biting on your bottom lip.

Ever so much you start rocking yourself towards him, a slick smirk curving into his lip. Seeing that you were already giving into him. "You like that, don't you angel" He growls in a low whisper. This new pet name throws you into a loop, your hand bunching up the table cloth to steady yourself. How the word slipped past his lips with such care. Practically making you melt.

Nodding to him, almost scared if you were to open your lips to talk a moan would fly out. "So needy already? We've only been here for-" He shuffles his sleeve with a quick wip, revealing a watch. "Bout' 30 minutes darling." You squeeze his hand.

The Lady comes back once again, this time around Techno finally pulls his leg away from you, missing the sensation.

She hands you your meals, time to dig in.

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He paid for the check, both of you hand n' hand walking through the front doors.

Waiting for his car to be pulled up. You lean on his arm. "I would love a tour around your house." You look up at him, innocence glimpsing in your eyes, toying with him. "Really..." He says, thinking of each word you said. Finally looking back down at you. Seeing you pouting your lips. It was crystal clear of what your motive was. In a whisper, lining himself to your ear "Just you fuckin wait till we get home angel." Grinding down his teeth, his low tone inside your ear. It made your legs weak.

But the other reason that made you soft was referring to home. Not to 'his' home. Almost, it felt as if he was talking about our home. Lost in the moment, you didn't even see that his car was ready.

"Let's go." He grabs your hand in a rush making your way to his car.

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It was already dark when you made it to his house, which was only 20 minutes away from the campus.

You couldn't really see in the dark, but decided to complement, "Nice house." You say as you step up his walkway. "Thanks darling." He grabs his keys from his pockets, rushing to unlock his front door.

Letting you in with a pull, closing the door with your back as he pushes you up. His lips smashing into you, with a gasp at the sudden movement gave him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in. You could taste the wine on his tongue.

His hand holding onto your waist, lifting your dress up in the meanwhile. Your fingers locking into his hair, pulling him further down to you.

You start lifting your leg up his pants, hooking yourself to him. Feeling Techno push himself toward you, grinding softly. His finger grip down on your inner thigh, a tingle shooting up your body with excitement. He could tell by how you start to squirm as his hand gradually makes it up to the hem of your dress. Bunching it up, his hand does a long stride down your panties. Feeling the small patch of dampness. Hearing your pathetic whimper.

His finger loops around your panties, pulling them down with a quick swift. "Let's get to my room." He says quietly, slightly out of breath. You simply nod at him. You shake your ankles, letting your panties drop on his hard wooden flooring.

He pulls away, pinching your dress and tugging you through his house. Knocking off his shoes while walking, you follow and do the same. Into his main living room, it's pretty plain with a modern look. We passed his kitchen on the way to his bedroom. "So this is my house." He tries to mumble out in-between kisses. "I don't care." You say it the moment, maybe tomorrow you could take a stroll around, but now you just wanted to get into his bedroom. "Fantastic, neither do I." He chuckles while quickly opening the door.

It was fairly big room, but was fitting for him. His sheets were a stain red color, slightly shining with the moon light that peeked through the windows that lined the wall.

You didn't have enough to look at his whole room nor did you want to in the moment. He pushes you back into the bed, hard. Bouncing slight, you giggle while propping yourself on your elbows. Having your own little show of him starting to undress, taking off his suit coat and unbuttoning his shirt.

Without a doubt you were enjoying this, watching as a tent began to grow in his pants.

Techno comes to the edge of the bed, glaring down at you, hair slightly messed up and makeup already snugged. Leaning down with his hands on the sheets, he hovers over you. Eyes shifting to the dress, that you were still wearing. But that wasn't going to be a problem in a few moments.

His large hands grabbed at your fabric and pulled it off of you, hearing a signature rip while doing so. In slight disbelief that it actually ripped you stare up at him, which he didn't seem to mind. "Hey I paid good money for that." You part your lips, eyebrow furrowed.

Techno on the other hand is climbing on the bed, inches away from your lips. "I'll get you a new dress. I'll buy you 10 fucken dresses if you want." He lowed himself, nesting himself between your legs. Placing small kisses up your neck, sucking over the same spots from yesterday. He wasn't ashamed of giving you those dark bruises that would show everyone how much you wanted him, willing to bruise you up for his own pleasure. The pleasure he would have being able to see you in class with hickeys scattered across your neck. Able to remember back to this. Your hand wanders his shoulders, nails racking down his perfectly carved chest.

He stops for a second, "Okay so, I don't- This is uncomfortable to ask..." You look up at him in confusion. As little as two seconds ago he was just marking you up. "Are you a virgin?" He cringes at his own question, it was awkward to say the least. But he never wants you to feel uncomfortable with anything.

But you put on a crooked smile to try to comfort him, "I've had sex before Techno, I trust you." Kissing him sweetly. The kiss turned more heated by the moment, both craving for each other after all the afternoon makeout sessions in his office, both of you need this badly.

His left hand moving from the bed to your hot body, snaking down past your waist to your inner thighs. But he quickly moved back up to his pants, he rushed to remove his belt.

You were there to assist him, reaching to his pants to unzip them, tugging down at them. At this point his belt is off and on the ground unknown, pulling off his pants on the ground to be found in the early morning along with the trail of your shoes and panties.

His lips leaving yours and trailing back down to your neck. He went over some sport as before each one making you moan. But he went lower, as he arrived in-between your boobs. He placed soft kisses on both sides.

His head shifting down your neck to your collarbone. Still leaving dark circles along the way to your breast. Looking at them with admiration. His lips making their way to one of your nipples, you let out an airy moan as the sensation took over. He slightly bites, pulling up with a spring. Giving your other the same love and attention.

While being distracted, Techno pulls away his boxer, still kissing your nipple. It stung out painfully.

From the angle where you laid on his pillows you could see it throb. He hissed as you wrap your delicate fingers around his cock. Groaning as your thumb swiped over his tip, he stopped his actions and rested his head in-between your breast. Your hand pumping up and down slowly, teasing him. Spreading the pre-cum that dropped out. Running your hand down you feel veins bulging out.

He pulled away your hand. He looks up at you with half lidded eyes, his eyes dark with lust.

Lifting his free hand, he moves it towards your face. His fingers separating past your lips, shoving them in your mouth. You slowly start to suck, but as you lap tongue around them, he pulls them out. A little confused as to why, but that question was about to be answered. He lowers his hand down to your crotch, slipping both his index and middle finger into your cunt with ease, your own saliva as lube.

Cletching your thighs together as you throw your head back into his pillows. Whimpering while bucking your hips up at his hands.

A devilish smirk broadened on his face.

Arching your back up curls his fingers, his other hand holding the small part of your back and being you closer toward him. He moved in and out slow at first, but seeing as you were practically falling apart to just this his began to speed it up.

He held you close, moans flying freely without a care that anyone would walk in. Kissing you with open mouth kisses, whimpering as he continues. "Techno." You moan out, neediness filling your voice, bucking your hips fast at his hand.

"What do you want, baby?" All you could do in that moment was moan as his voice was deep and sweet like candy to your ears. "Tell me what you want, with your words." He peppers light kisses along your neck, making you hum with delight. "Do anything, I want you." You mew, staring up at him. He groans at your word, taking affect, he would never be able to get those words out of his head. "Baby, I'll hold you down and spit in your pretty little mouth if you wanted." Loudly you moan, feeling a familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach.

His thumb toying with your clit in a circular motion. "No, I want you." You emphasize on the "you" part, begging for him. "Anything you want angel." He kisses you once again, short and sweet.

Taking out his fingers, licking them dry from your own wetness. With a slight pop when he's done.

He reaches to the side towards his night stand, stopping him with your hand. "I'm just getting a condom darling-" He tells you, "I'm on birth control." Cutting him off, you were fed up at this point. "Just fuck me." The teasing at the restaurant to now was enough for you, just wanting and needing for him. Pulling him back on top of you, feeling his dick on your thigh.

He pumps himself a couple of times, mentally taking a photo of you in this state.

His tip running up and down your slit, slowly pushing in your cunt. Stretching you out at the same pace. Giving you a few moments to adjust. "Tell me if you need to stop at any point." He peppers kisses on you, trying to distract from the stinging. You've only had sex once, a year ago at a stupid college party where you took a shot to lessen the pain. But Techno was bigger in length and girth.

But pain subsided and pleasure began to take over and conquer. Slightly grinding up at him, telling him to start moving. He did so, slowly pulling almost out and right back in.

Moaning with each meet, your finger digging into his back muscles, leaving red line marks behind. Your legs wrapping around his waist, your heels pushing him further down. One of his hands moves from your waist, running up your body. Making a stop at your breast. Moaning at his play, his had travel to your neck. His hands gripping onto your throat, "God, you feel so good." He groans, slamming his hips with a slap.

Another open mouth kisses muffle you out, Techno swallowing your moans.

His pace quickening within the seconds. There wasn't another way to express or being able to say anything but cursing out, "Fuck." As he continues, but slows down. It wasn't what you where aiming for, but he hands grips harder on your throat. Making it almost impossible for you to make a pep. Half lidded eyes borrow you, he growls, "Watch your mouth." Before slapping your cheek, a stinging sensation distracts you as he begins to flip you over.

Your face laying down on his sheets, your ass hanging high. The bedding smelling of him.

Pulling out he kisses your cheek, slapping each one harshly. His tongue taking a long strip down, licking your clit in the meanwhile. Sucking the ball of nerves, you groan out his name, bunching up his sheets with your hand.

Pushing himself back into your cunt, your face getting shoved down. "Your so fucken tight, I might need you fuck you everyday." Throwing his head back. Whining at the thought of him doing this every morning, afternoon, or night.

The sound of rushed slapping surrounded the bedroom. Along with your high pitched sobs.

He slaps your ass cheek again, leaving a red mark and a sting of pain. Soothing you as he rubs you in the same place. Doing the same to the other cheek, squeezing out a loud moan, a tear sliding down your cheek. Meeting the bed. He keeps at the smacking, each one you retract but inevitably coming back with wanting more of the pain.

Flash raw at the consent spanking, ass red with a printer. Definitely going to be difficult to sit down the next day.

He bends down, pushing himself as deep as he could. Sobbing at it, his finger grab a hold of your neck once again. Trying to moan, but making no sound. He pulls you by the throat, bring you up right. Back flushed up against him. Feeling your ass meet at the base of his cock, pounding rather quickly. It was taking you incredible will power to keep it all together.

Parting your lips, moaning pornographically, like you knew no other words in the dictionary. Lost in ecstasy, putting your head back in-between his shoulder and neck. Your mouth close to his ear. Hearing each little whine and moan

His hand holds onto your stomach, pushing you closer to him. No room for you to do anything else but take his pounding. That warmth building gradually, almost about to bust, slowly falling apart bit by bit.

His pace never stopping, he can tell you were close, how you cunt was squeezing his cock. Cursing out as you see about to cum. Eye rolling back into you head. Your body shaking as the climax takes control of you. Squirming, as you cum around him. Feeling the fluttering of your walls. You scream out his name as you came

He was getting closer to cumming. You huff out, but he wasn't going to let you catch your breath so easily. Feeling your cunt squeezing firmly against him was getting to him.

He holds your hips in desperation, his hand still gripping your throat, your moaning out as the over simulation was starting to hit you.

His dick was beginning to twitch, making him slower his own rhythm. He groans as he was about to cum. His sperm shooting out, covering your walls. "Holy fuck..." Your trying to catch your breath, the heavy air filled with the smell of sex.

Letting go you, you fall forward with a twist to your back. Landing with a huff and a bounce on his pillows, slight sweat covers the sheets.

As you lay, he kneels, watching his cum dripping out your pussy and down your thigh to down your ass.

"You know, you last longer than most guys my age." You say breathing heavily "Really?" He seemed surprised by what you said, still out of breath you could hear his heavy breathing. Heart beating through your chest. "I bet you could last another round too." You face him, he did the same. How you said it was simple, like it didn't want to make him grab you by the throat again. "Really?" A smirk growing on his face just of the thoughts of what he could do to you.

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[thesunicarusfellfor]

hear me out yandere god Wilbur falling for Reader who is a dancer and even though Reader is a dancer they don’t worship the god of music Wilbur but instead a different god (whatever god of your choice)

Ughghg Gods make the brain go brrrrr I sweaaaarrrr I love writing possessive gods. It's so great. I want to see more God AUs of MCYTs.

Pretty lame compared to my normal writing tbh

Dance for Me (Yandere!God!C!Wilbur x GN!Dancer!Reader) Headcanon/Fic

(Hints of Yandere!God!C!Dream x Reader)

He wanted more parties.

He wanted any little excuse to see that little dancer again.

It didn't matter how much he hated Dream, if inviting him to his parties meant he brought that dancer over, by gods he would beg Dream to stay longer.

When Tommy told him he was invited to a massive peace treaty banquet, he dreaded going.

He hated so many of the other gods and honestly, it didn't seem worth the migraine.

But there was wine.

He must've been close to downing his fifth cup when he saw the most lovely figure he's ever seen.

They twirled around Dream in a perfectly rehearsed pattern, the green fabrics of their clothing swiping through the air with delicate grace.

He was pissed, seeing how the God was skillfully ignoring you to talk to George, missing the beautiful display you were putting on.

"I'm going to hate every second of this..." Wilbur murmured under his breath as he pushed open the door, a few of his dancers and servants in tow behind him, one holding his beloved guitar as instructed.

The massive golden room with a long grand table standing in the centre. Placed strategically around the dark oak table were dozens of thrones, styled to suit each god that was likely attending. There were quite a few dancers dressed in their gods' respective colours, as well as a few servants standing behind their gods' thrones, waiting for commands.

Giving a sigh, he dragged his feet towards his throne that was decorated to his liking and plopped down in it, immediately grabbing the glass of wine that was placed in front of his blank plate. Beside him, his father who was sitting on a black-feathered throne, chuckling to himself, "Long day, mate?"

"I hate here..." He mumbled bitterly into his glass, downing the scarlet coloured liquid as quickly as he could to make this event more bearable, "Why would I want to be in a room with Tommy AND Dream?"

Philza chuckled quietly and have him a pat on the shoulder, "Yeah, yeah, trust me, I know." He shook his head before adjusting his hat, "It'll go quickly, just focus on the wine and dancers. You'll be fine."

Once he got a refill on his glass, he began downing it again as people began to party and celebrate. Honestly, he couldn't chug the glasses of wine down fast enough, the party just got more and more annoying. Anything from Tommy's breathing being slightly too loud, to Techno's usual snippy remarks, even Dream's very existence, everything was filling him with unnecessary anger and annoyance.

By his fifth or sixth glass, he was about to stand up and leave, until the flowing of green fabric brushing past his vision caught his attention. Normally, he would just ignore it, as he was used to fabric always flitting around him (albeit his dancers were dressed in tans, golds and yellows) but the movements were so... different.

He lifted his head completely and stared in shock. There was an elegant figure twirling around Dream in a perfectly rehearsed routine, their lime green silken and chiffon fabrics with diamond and white gemstones tied perfectly around their smooth (s/t) skin. Their soft (h/l) (h/c) hair was neatly styled out of the way while perfectly accenting their flowing movements.

Wilbur's mouth parted slightly in shock as he watched the beautiful dance, which is more than Dream was doing. The idiot was ignoring such a beautiful dance to talk to George, which made him realize that Dream didn't need such a skilled dancer in his court. Wilbur wanted them in his court, and by the gods, he would worship them as if they were a god and he was a mere peasant. Whether they wanted him to or not.

Time must've passed very quickly because, by the time he had shaken himself out of his stupor, he saw Dream staring at him from across the table with a knowing smug grin and his hand on the dancer's mostly bare hip.

"Stunning, aren't they?" He smirked, looking up at them, "This is my lead dancer and my personal favourite of my worshipers. Introduce yourself to him, Doll, let the other gods know who you are. And how you belong to me."

Wilbur was almost trapped in a state of awe as they hurriedly went around the table before stopping at the side of his throne, immediately dropping into a bow, "(Y/n) (L/n), Lead dancer of Dream's temple. Thank you for allowing me to be in your presence. How can I please you, God of Music?" While their lines seemed a bit robotic and possibly more rehearsed than their dances, the God found himself melting at the sound of their voice.

"Please, continue dancing, and enjoy the party to your heart's content."

You honestly were quite tired from dancing all day and all night, but such is life.

Dream definitely wasn't the most merciful god.

But the praises you received from the harsh god made your heart soar. It felt nice to be treated so sweetly by someone who was considered cruel.

The banquet was filled with laughter and joyous music, dancers in different outfits and colours expertly twirling around their gods in an attempt to appease them and hold their attention for long enough.

You briefly glanced over in time to see the God of Music staring at you with his mouth parted in shock.

The amount of pride that filled you as you realized you had another gods attention was almost overwhelming.

Unconsciously, you found yourself dancing more elegantly and passionately, determined to keep his attention on you, and you only.

Your movements stopped immediately once you felt a calloused hand place itself around you and land on your waist.

Keeping your head down respectfully, you tried your best to ignore the murmuring of the two gods, but couldn't help but bite your lip at the praise Dream was giving to you.

After introducing yourself to Wilbur, Dream told you to follow his orders and continue enjoying the rest of the party.

"Name your price for them." Wilbur turned to Dream the second the dancer left his side, "Anything. Everything. Now."

"Eager, aren't we?" The man smirked, adjusting his position to lean forward slightly, "Is your attention that easy to grab, Wilbur? A mere dancer with skill and a tiny bit of green fabric?"

Hiding his growl in a sip of wine, the music god rolled his eyes, "They have immense amounts of skill, they should be worshipped rather than worship. Name your price, Dream, I want that dancer and I will do anything it takes to have them in my grasp."

"Hmm... I'm not sure... They are very good at their job, and I quite like their presence around my temple. Isn't your temple's independence enough? Or are you not satisfied? Always wanting more and more..." He shook his head in mock disappointment, "I'll give them to you... But just know, you owe me one of your dancers and a favour. Where I can ask for anything I want from you."

"Deal," Wilbur smirked, barely thinking about it. He would lay down his entire temple for that single dancer. With a quick motion, he signalled one of his best dancers over and told her that she now belonged to Dream, and in response, Dream called the lead dancer over and told them the same thing.

While the two dancers were surprised, they knew not to disobey orders and went around the table to meet their new gods more personally.

The second (Y/n) got close enough, Wilbur pulled them into his lap and held them close, gently holding their chin so they would look at him, "Hello, (Y/n), you're going to be worshipping me from now on. Now, let's get you out of this... Awful colour..." He gently grabbed at your lime coloured clothing, turning it into a golden hue after touching it.

Upon seeing their shocked expression, he smirked.

"Only gods are supposed to wear gold, my darling, and you fit the bill quite well."

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[wandsandwheezes]

Fake It | Weasley Twins | CH3

one // two

Warnings | 18+ SMUT, mature themes, fake relationships, secret relationships, love, sex, drama, angst, fluff.

Summary // Fred Weasley has been set up to publicly date Y/N, London’s best Quidditch Seeker in order to drum up some publicity. Y/N however has a different ginger man on her mind; George Weasley.

A/N // Just a quick one to say a massive thank you for the 800 of you have chosen to follow me and my work! I’m absolutely over the moon and once again I am filled with so many emotions that I don’t know how to process, so once again thank you, frim the bottom of my heart 💕

You were gasping for air, begging to have a moment to let out your sultry moans as the power of your orgasm washed over you. After a gentle shower together earlier, George pulled his old Gryffindor sweater on you, and it lit a fire inside him that was fuelling high, after high, after high, fucking his girl possessively into his sweater, until you were an absolute mess for him.  Only when the garment had served its purpose did it come off again. These were the things George wished he could brag about to his mates, he wished he could quip back when they were talking about how good their sex life was, he wanted to be able to boast about his ability to make you cum over and over again for him. But a part of him was glad he could keep that a secret because he didn't want anyone else picturing your sweet little moans other than him.

The rise and fall of both of your chests as you lay in George's arms, naked skin pressed against each other. Your eyes were still glazed over, still blissed out as you traced small circles on his chest. His large hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly, as he mumbled soft words of praise as his lips pressed into your hair. "You did so good for me princess, Such a good girl for me, what can I get for you? Tea, water, a snack?" 

You pulled him closer, leg still wrapped around his as you did. He was the one who was good to you, this was the intimate side of George that nobody else saw, It made you feel special, unlike you'd ever felt before. "Can we have tea, baby?" he hummed simply, moving to go make it, you whined wanting to pull him closer. "Take me with you." you pouted, making grabby hands at him, he rolled his eyes, still smiling at how needy you could be, as he went to pick you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as you sat attached to his hip.

"Cherry says I have to kiss Fred at the launch." you mumbled, as you heard him flick the kettle on. He sat you up on the counter as he looked at you with all seriousness. "You don't have to do anything you aren't ready to do." he stated it so quickly, turning around to grab some mugs from the cupboard and place them by the kettle. When he faced you again his hands were on your thighs, he caught your lips in a sweet kiss, hoping to brighten your spirits.

"She's your publicist, not a dictator. You're your own person, baby, You set the boundaries." He was so understanding, because he knew there was nothing he could do about the fake relationship between his brother and yourself. It was the one thing out of his control and he'd learned to let it go. He was resting his forehead against yours, just staring into your eyes lovingly, no words needed between the two of you as he waited for the water to boil. He made the tea for you both, carrying the cups upstairs, following behind you as he marvelled at how classic abs beautiful it was to see you walk up the stairs while naked.

Like usual, George woke up early for his shift at the store, today however he climbed back into bed, fully suited and booted for the day, to give you a kiss and a cuddle goodbye. You grumbled as he tried to pull away, "Please stay, Daddy, I need more kisses." he groaned, flipping you over so he could pin your shoulders to the bed, his hair hung in front of his eyes, blocking you from staring into his darkening eyes. "Baby girl, if I wasn't late I'd be ravishing you right now." your fingers pushed through his long hair, pushing it out of his face with a cheeky smile, keeping his head in your hands so you could pepper kisses over his face. "Just your fingers quickly, daddy, please" your hips were bucking up, hoping to catch some release. He contemplated it, one of his hands leaving your shoulder so that his fingertips could trail softly over your hip, ghosting millimetres over your clit, before plunging his first two fingers inside you slowly, using a scissoring motion to stretch you out as he felt the inside of your already dripping cunt, your hips were now bucking against his fingers, trying to chase a release, just as soon as he'd started he was pulling away completely from you, getting up off the bed, suckling his fingers into his mouth. "You taste amazing, I want that cunt dripping for me when I'm home, understand?" you nodded eagerly as pressed a kiss to your swollen lips before apparating to the shop with a fast pop, leaving his tired and needy girl splayed out on his bed. 

After sneaking in a small nap, you awoke to get ready for your day, searching through your bag to find the day's outfit. As you squat down, you realise just how sore your thighs are, you were unsure if that was due to a piss poor stretch after last night's training or the last few evenings with George, you laughed to yourself as you pulled your fresh clothes on. You text George, after making the bed, smiling at the love he always showed you. 

<< My thighs hurt today :(( x

>> I'll pick up some gel from the quidditch shop if you want x

>> on the condition that you let me massage it in later ;) x

<< you're a tease, Georgie, I'll be fine x

>> you're a stubborn git, I'll buy you some anyway x

You took the short walk from George's house to Diagon Alley, the slightly bitter wind ripped past your eyes, but the heat of the gleaming sun made it that little warmer. You text Fred to let him know you were on your way. 

<< I'm not too far away, still up for Coffee? Meet me there x

As soon as you'd walked through the entrance at the leaky cauldron, reporters were on your toes, "What are your plans today, Miss L/N?" you smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Can we expect any more kisses from you and Fred?" You Ignored them all as you took the short walk straight towards the coffee shop. 

Inside Fred's office, the man was just pulling on his coat when George stood in the doorway. "I have a preposition, Freddie." the older twin nodded, waving his hand to allow his brother in, George shutting the door behind him. "I've been thinking about what you said the other day about swapping and I think it would be cool, you know If you wanted to." George was awkwardly scratching behind his neck, eyes trailing to the floor. "I don't know George, I don't think you'd be able to handle the cameras and the couple thing," George huffed a little, "At least just let me give it a try, what about the product launch this weekend." 

Fred squinted his eyes, thinking for a few moments, "I see what you're doing." he stated, George cocked his head to the side in confusion, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "You do?" Fred's chuckle filled the room, "I can read you like a book George, you want a taste of that relationship life, I get it, it sure is lonely with just your hand." The younger of the two was really biting his tongue to stop himself from spilling six years of secrets. His hands clenching a little in his pockets little, but Fred continued, "I'm off on my date, either way, I think If I butter her up correctly, It won't just be my hand I have to use tonight." Fred was still laughing as he left the office, leaving the door ajar as he swiftly made his way out of the shop. 

George was seething, He didn't often have problems with his anger but today was an exception, He muttered to one of the workers that he would be found in his office for emergency only, slamming the door so loud behind him that the clap reverberated through the whole shop, sending the chatter into complete silence for the moment before the laughter erupted again. 

Fred saw you outside the coffee shop, his hand pressed to your lower back as he pulled you into a hug. Cherry insisted that at least once a week there would be a public date that would allow for some publicity, you decided on the coffee shop more often than not because it was a simple way of of showing the press that you did indeed meet outside of press events and helped to give some form of validity to your fake relationship, he pressed a kiss to your temple as you both waited in line, something that was sure to be captured replayed over and over in at least one magazine or paper tomorrow.  

While you and Fred were laughing over coffee and a shared piece of cake, George was replaying the conversation with Fred over and over in his head. He’d ripped up the order forms, the pieces of paper scattered all over the floor, but quite frankly he couldn’t give a fuck, even if the world right now was ending he’d still be focused on the words that spilt so easily from Fred’s lips. It made him sick to his stomach that his twin simply found you to be so easy that you’d give in with a little persuasion, sure if it was George doing the persuading it wouldn’t take more than a kiss and a look, but with anyone else surely you weren't ready to just sink to your knees and give it all up. George was tapping away furiously on his phone, letting you know exactly how he felt. 

“So, how’s training going?” Fred asked, bringing the coffee mug up to his lips, He’d already scraped all of the cream off of the top and was ready to sip on the sweet caramel latte, Fred’s drink choices were a far cry from what George drank, the one time he’d tried a bit of your festive latte some years ago, he promised to never drink one again, sticking to his simple americanos and teas. Fred however, liked to sweeten up his drinks, especially as it drew into winter, you remember a little blush on his cheeks at the irony of the ginger boy asking for a gingerbread latte. You responded to his question with a small shake of your head and a exhaling laugh, “It’s tough, coach works us hard as always, It’s like Oliver and Hooch combined into one - no rest.” he laughs, shaking the image from his thought “I don’t want to think of anything that puts Wood and Hooch in the same person.” you began to laugh with him, your fingers circling over the rim of the coffee cup. Your phone began to buzz, the first one you ignored, but when they kept coming, you picked it up, looking at the messages.

>> I’m fucking fuming right now, Y/N

>> I wish you were here bouncing on my cock with the door wide open for all of the shop to hear

>> You better call your coach and tell her you won’t be going to practice because you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. 

>> you’re nothing but a good, pretty little slut for me, aren’t you?

You had to choke down the lump in your throat as you read the messages that were pouring in, getting more and more vulgar as they came. You had absolutely no idea quite what had gotten into George, but nevertheless it made you ache for him. Your stomach felt like it was doing somersaults as you read the latest one. 

>> I’m gonna send you to heaven and back, princess.

>> Remember what I said this morning, I want you to keep that cunt soaked for me. 

You put your phone face down onto the table, taking a deep breath. “Hello… Earth to Y/N?” your eyes snapped up to the man in front of you, seeing Fred waving his hand in front of your face with a laugh. “You okay, love?” You were blinking so slowly, internalising the messages George had sent you, a thousand images of his hands running all over your body, the sounds of harmonising breaths and the feel of open-mouthed kisses against intimate areas of skin. You were squeezing your thighs together out of habit and out of a need for some friction, your mouth had gone completely dry as you tried to croak out a response to Fred. “Oh, yeah, I’m okay Freddie.”

“What was sending your phone off like that?” he questioned, you weren't sure how to tell the curious boy in front of you that his twin brother was telling his girlfriend in detail how he wanted to absolutely rail her, instead opting for a more simple to explain response, “Oh, It’s just Cherry sending outfit ideas for the launch this weekend, you know how she gets…” he nodded in agreement, his hand reaching across the table to hold yours, It was a sweet gesture but something that felt too foreign to be comfortable. “Shall we head back? You offered, spooning the last piece of the cake into your mouth, Fred nodded. 

When you entered the shop, it was too quiet for comfort, you smiled at one of the workers politely as you looked around for any sign of George. When you realised he was nowhere to be seen your eyes settled on Fred who was now shrugging off his jacket, he sighed, as he looked back at you, seeing you lost in your own thoughts once again. His long strides brought him to you quickly, his hands were placed on your shoulders as he stood in front of you. His grip wasn't like your lover's, it was icy and vice-like and for the second time today discomfort fell to the pit of your stomach, It was only when he tilted your chin up and was leaning in that you felt like the coffee and cake that you had eaten was coming back up. Your limbs were forcing you away from the situation as if your fight or flight had just kicked in and suddenly, any ease you once felt around Fred had diminished. 

“Jesus, Y/N, what’s so repulsive about me that you can’t even kiss me!” He was speaking quietly, not wanting to cause a scene, his eyes were glazed over with a sadness you had only seen during the war, he took a deep breath before choking out. “You’re supposed to be my girlfriend.” His words hit you like a tonne of bricks, the whole situation felt like a car out of control and suddenly you were in the driver’s seat, there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop it, you were waiting for the inevitable crash and burn. 

“But I’m not, am I Freddie?” the nickname you gave him suddenly felt like a dagger straight to the chest, or like a chokehold. He’d been winded, because he realised as he watched you storm out of the shop, that the relationship he had with her was simply a show and he was dumb enough to fall for the ruse. Fred was in love with you. 

///TO BE CONTINUED///  chapter four >>>>

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[addictofsupernatural]

Firsts With : Denki Kaminari

First Time Meeting

Talking to someone online was so much easier when they didn't have to see your face. You didn't like your looks that much and girls in your homeroom didn't take kindly to those who weren't confident. So much for a hero school. It might have been your closed off vibes, but guys tended to ignore you.

But when you were playing a PC game, there was no such thing as insecure. And that's where you met Denki. He was the funniest, and when the two of you exchanged numbers your texts were an escape from everything.

Denkiiiii!! I wanna talk to my future class mate! You were so excited to tell him the good news.

Woah 👀 what is this?

I'm transferring to UA 💛💛

That was something the poor boy didn't notice. You sent him hearts, you tried to subtly flirt with him, you sent him those massive heart memes, and he still didn't get it. What you didn't know was that he didn't even know you were a girl.

RHTJEODYJEBDJ UMM YES ??? He was so excited to meet you. You seemed so awkward, which was fun. It was so interesting to just watch you second guess a text and give a long explanation just for him to laugh it out and say it's okay.

I'm on my way to get my uniform now. I can't wait to meet you tomorrow 🙏🙏🙏

Wait wdym hop online for a bit 🥺🥺 He was so cute. Neither of you exchanged pictures of yourselves, but he said that he had electric powers. No matter what he looked like, he was going to be adorable to you.

Okok hold up

:D

The next day he kept spamming you to send him a picture. We agreed we wouldn't do that

But we're meeting each other today 😭😭

As you walked into the school you sent a picture of your outfit with your face not in the frame. He was confused as to why you were wearing a girl's uniform, but then dismissed it and assumed you just preferred girl's clothing.

When you got into the classroom Aizawa told you to stay in the front of the class. Everyone filed in to their seats. "Everyone, this is y/n. She's our new student. Go take a seat where the empty desk is."

Kaminari was amazed. Y/n. You. You were y/n. You were a girl. You awkwardly sped walked to your seat behind him and sat, looking around. He whipped his head around. "You're y/n?!"

You looked at him, confused. You saw that he had a black zig zag in his hair. "Lightning bolt." You stated. You then perked up and grinned. "Denki!"

"Hang on, I—"

"Focus." Aizawa stated.

Denki quickly turned back, blushing madly at the fact that he managed to have a really awesome friendship with a cute girl.

Your face was heated. He was so handsome, and his smile! You couldn't believe you had such an amazing friendship with someone who's kindness reflects his looks.

First Real Conversation

After class he told you to stay put before bolting to his friends and saying something inaudible for you to them. They all looked at you, causing you to blush and look away from them. You quickly realized that was rude of you and looked back at them, shyly waving. They all chuckled.

You frowned and looked away, your face feeling so heated at the moment. He came back to you, grinning. "Okay, let's go."

You both started walking to the second classroom of the day together. He didn't know how to really word that the fact that you were a girl was shocking to him.

"I thought you were a guy." He stated.

"What?" You chuckled. He sheepishly smiled at you. "My name?"

"It isn't a Japanese name, so I just thought it was exotic."

"My clothes?"

"I just thought you preferred girl's clothing."

You giggled. "Wow." You then paused, before taking a deep breathe to work up the courage to tease him. "I wonder if we would've still have been friends if you knew. Would you have jumped to flirt with me like you do with other girls on the mic?"

His face flushed. "No! I mean yes! Yes, we would still be friends! I'm sorry if—"

You out your hands on his shoulders. "Denki, I'm totally kidding. Your too awesome to not be friends with." You nervously chuckled out a goofy laugh.

"Oh wow, you have a really cute laugh." Kaminari blurted out, though he didn't regret saying it.

You sheepishly grinned. "A flirt till the end. However you see me, I'm just really glad to be your friend."

"Me too!"

He was so excited. He was totally gonna fall in love with you, he felt it. You were too cool to just think of as a friend. But that was something to worry about later, when his feelings got stronger. Right now was simple crushing.

First Time Meeting His Friends

It's been three days and Kaminari begrudgingly told you that his friends want to meet you. He assured you that all his friends were going to love you, and that Bakugo will be just as unfriendly to you as he is to others, no more and no less.

You were on your way to the common area from your room while everyone waited for you. "Why'd it take three days for you to introduce us?" Sero asked.

Denki smiled and rubbed the back on his neck. "Honestly, I kinda wanted to keep her all to myself."

"Silly Kaminari," Mina slapped his back. "That's for clingy boyfriends, not creepy friends who have a fantasy of being with their female friends."

"I'm not creepy!" He pouted. "Just please remember that she's shy!"

"A girl who's shy and goes to you for comfort when she's nervous around other people." Sero stated. "That sounds like your dream girl." He chuckled out.

Kaminari chuckled. "I know right? I'm taking things slow though, so I don't scare her off. I'll ask her out some time, just not soon."

"That's so manly!" Kirishima grinned, getting excited for his friend.

They then heard you walk in and stop to look at them. They all turned to you, your face immediately becoming red at the sudden attention. Kaminari rushed over to you and led you over to his friends.

"Hi." You squeaked, waving.

"Guys, this is y/l/n y/n. She's awesome!"

"We're gonna be best friends!" Mina said, taking your hands. "I'm planning on stealing you away from Kaminari."

"I'm Sero." He stated. "Kaminari's right, you are cute."

You quietly gasped, not knowing how to react to this whole situation. Denki called you cute. A random guy just said the same right to your face.

"Ignore him!" Kirishima said. "He's kind of a flirt too. Anyways, I'm Kirishima. The guy with the mean face is Bakugo, but unless you threaten him he's harmless."

"Shut up shitty hair! And you!" He pointed accusingly at you. "I'm not soft or anything, so don't expect me to be nicer to you for no reason!"

"Okay." You quietly said, nodding understandingly.

"You're really okay with that?" Sero said.

"He didn't mean anything bad by it." You said quietly. You were extremely nervous, and felt so stupid. You knew you needed to speak up but couldn't for your nerves being shot.

"We're gonna watch a movie." Kaminari said, holding your wrist firmly. "You can sit next to me."

"Okay." You quietly said as he led you to the couch.

He requested for the group to watch a movie so you wouldn't feel too much pressure to talk as much. You both sat together, and just as your blonde friend was about to put his arm around you, Mina squeezed in between.

"Let's sit next to each other! Do you know this movie?!"

Kaminari frowned. "Hey—"

"I wanna sit next to her too." Sero said, coming to your other side. He then handed you a popcorn bowl.

You chuckled. "Thank you. And yeah, I've seen the movie. I like almost all genres, so I watch a lot of movies."

You three of you started talking about movies, and your electric friend pouted as he sat in his lonesome edge of the couch.

First Hug

It's been two weeks of you merging into the friend group. Kaminari felt a little frustrated, and even more frustrated over the fact that he had no right to be. Mina was stealing all of your time, and moving schools made you busy with catching up as well.

He saw you in the dorms walking to your room with books in hand, wondering whether he should greet you or not.

"Hi." He said weakly.

You quickly turned your head and grinning. "Denki, hey."

"You seem busy." He said sadly.

"Um, yeah..." You immediately caught the sadness in his voice, setting your things down on the couch. "What's wrong? You look upset."

He tried to laugh it off. "I just miss you I guess? When you're not busy with your other friends you have work to do. I feel like there's no time for me." You stared at him in surprise, and he backtracked. "That sounds a little selfish of me, sorry. You have the right to do whatever you want."

"No!" You quickly said. "You're right, we need to hang out more. I have missed you a bit too. Whenever I'm doing work and I don't feel like it I keep thinking about you."

"Really?" He grinned.

"Hah, yeah." You glanced at your books. "You're not busy, are you?"

"Nope." He smiled.

"Well, I actually am. But I could do my work in your room while you do whatever if you'd like. I know it's not that—"

"Yeah, let's do it!" He quickly grabbed your books and began walking to his dorm.

You laughed, catching up with him. "You're such a sweet friend Denki."

"Nah, you doing this more me is sweeter." You blushed at how nice he was being, even though he admitted to feeling neglected by you. You guys got there and he set the books on his bed. "Let me know when you're done you when you wanna take a break."

"Okay."

He sat on his chair and put his headset on. You stared at him for a second, feeling a surge of happiness from how content he was by just being in the same room as you. You turned his chair to face you and took off his headset, putting your arms around his neck and sitting on his lap without thinking.

"You're an amazing friend. I'm so lucky." He ignored the pang from the word friend and hugged you back. You felt so easily molded against him. He held you with one hand on your back and the other on your waist.

"Woah!" He chuckled. "You know, I could say the same thing about you."

You shifted in his lap to look at his screen, silently thanking the fact that he couldn't see your steaming face. "What're you gonna play?"

"What's this?"

"I think I'll watch you play for a bit before getting homework done, if that's okay."

"Course it is!" He excitedly began to show you the game as he kept one hand on your waist.

First Hand Holding

An annual carnival arrived, and you were all excited to go. You asked Kaminari to help you pick an outfit, him happily doing so. After he did you told him that it would be really fun to try and match as besties. He agreed without hesitation.

After Kaminari gladly endured the teasing, where even Bakugo made a little jab, you all headed there. Kaminari had this hopes deep down that someone would mistake you two as a couple today.

You and Mina stood in line for drinks while the others heard two guys talking about you two. "Let's go talk to them, they're both pretty hot."

"Which one do you want? The pink one?"

"Nah man, the other one."

They both chuckled. "Ah, man, I was hoping for that one. She looks pretty easy."

"Let's flip for her."

All the guys heard them with disgust. "Peh, pathetic." Bakugo mumbled.

Sero looked at the rest of the guys. "Do you wanna handle it quietly or are we gonna kick their asses?"

"Maybe we should be more quiet so we don't get kicked out." Kirishima suggested.

They all nodded, and Bakugo glared at the two guys at you and Mina walked back. The two felt a little uneasy from the stares, but were still beginning to walk over to the group.

"Hey, what's up—" Kaminari quickly went over to you and cut you off, taking your hand.

"Let's go." He quickly took you over to the photo booth as the rest of the guys took Mina away to another booth.

"What're we doing in here?"

"Ah, these guys were being creepy and I wanted to take you away from that."

You put up your joined hands. "And why are our hands still holding?"

He sheepishly grinned at you. "Your hand's warm."

You grinned and nodded, taking his hand away. You then took out your wallet and paid to take pictures, making sure to buy an extra copy You brought back your hand to his. "Okay, c'mon!"

You both started posing and laughing with your hands together. Once you two finished you both stepped out of the booth got your pictures. That's when the rest of the group found you.

Kaminari awkwardly let his arms drop to his side, which you noticed. As everyone started walking you slipped your hand in his.

"Is this okay?" You muttered.

He gave you a cheeky smile. "Always."

First Sleepover

There was a knock at your dorm door, and you opened it to see a nervous Kaminari. You could tell that his smile wasn't genuine. "Um, hey."

"Come in." You gently tugged on his arm as he went into the room. You quickly closed the door, as it was both past curfew and prohibited for a guy to be in the girl's dorms. "Are you okay?"

He shifted in place, looking away from you. "Do you think I'm stupid?" He quietly asked.

"What? No, of course not!" You stepped closer to him and put your hand on his cheek so he could look at you. "Why would you even ask that?"

"Just some people from another class. They pointed out that I'm probably one of lowest when it comes to test scores in our whole year. I was just thinking about it all day, and they're kind of right. I was just wondering if you knew they were right yet."

"I'd never think that Denki. And they're not right." You brought him into a hug, and he melted into your warmness. He wasn't in the mood to keep up a smile and laugh everything off. And you did your best to help him at being okay with not being okay. "Is there anything you wanna do? Play any games or something?"

"I kind of just want to go to sleep, um, here. If that's okay. I don't wanna be alone tonight."

You nodded and grabbed his hand, leading to the bed. You both silently crawled under the blanket and faced each other. He gave you a weak smile. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" You asked. You absent mindedly traced his jawline, causing him to relax.

"For being emotional today. I don't want you to see me like this."

You thought about what to do, blushing at the thought. "Let's cuddle then. It might be easier for you to talk if we don't see each other."

He gave you a small, genuine smile, scooping you in and snuggling you. "Thanks."

You were close with him as it was, but your realization of your feelings towards him was new. The fact that he went to you in his time of need was unreal for you. But you needed to push aside your own feelings and comfort him right now.

"Y'know, not every hero has to be a genius. What they really need is the spirit to go on and the heart to save people. Both of which you have."

"What if a hero gets scared or insecure sometimes?"

You smiled. "That hero admitting his feelings and coming to terms with them makes him all the better person."

He began rubbing your arm and snuggled deeper into you, a silent thank you that you were willing to take. You then very quickly drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up Kaminari was playing a game on your computer, with bed head and a content look on his face. "Morning." You said groggily.

He immediately turned off your monitor and grinned at you. "Good morning!"

He went over to you and sat on the bed. You lazily smiled. "Feeling better?"

"Yup. You gotta get up now."

You groaned, curling into your blanket. "I don't want to though."

"But you have to so we can talk."

"About what?"

He lightly pinched your cheek. "I can't tell you until you get ready."

You lightly groaned. "Mm, fine."

You got up and picked out an outfit. He got out to let you get dressed, waiting for you to come out as you both went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth.

"Okay," you said as you both walked down the hall. "What did you wanna talk about?"

He looked around, seeing no one else in the hallway. "Will you go on a date with me?"

"What?" You quietly asked.

"I won't sugar coat it. I really like you, and yesterday I realized that now was the time. I keep daydreaming about calling you my girlfriend and treating you really special, as special as you deserve to be treated."

He then nervously laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I guess that might sound a little creepy. But you don't have to give me an answer right now. Just let me know by Friday, so we can do something over the weekend, if you want."

Before you could say anything Mina spotted you two and called out for you both, causing your answer to be cut short.

You did run up to him later and jumped into a big hug, agreeing to that date.

First Date

You heard a knock at your door, immediately opening it. You've been waiting in your room for over an hour, not wanting any chance to be taking too long to get ready.

He sheepishly smiled as he held out an origami rose. You took it and grinned, admiring how well done it was. "It'll last longer than a real rose." He then paused. "But if you want a real rose then we can stop by—"

"I love it. It's really creative and pretty. It's better than a real rose, cause I can keep it for memories, so you don't have to worry about it okay?"

He nodded and watched as walked into your room and put it on your desk. He then stared at your legs, which you caught as you walked back to him.

"Denki." You grumbled, shifting your legs uncomfortably.

He looked back at you. "Oh, no no no! It's not like that I swear! I just noticed that you were wearing the shirt I got you when we all went to that mall! I wasn't– being a pervert I s–swear..."

His voice faded off as you put your hands on his cheeks, getting closer to him. "Don't panic Denki, I believe you."

He melted into a smile, holding your hands on his face. "I think it's super cool that you're more confident like this."

"You make me more confident."

He kissed the tip of your nose. "There's nothing to not be confident about with you." He then pulled back and took your hand. "Let's go."

You were both a blushing mess, and you were also both glad that each other couldn't see the blush. Once you got outside the dorm building Kaminari pulled you in closer, leaving no space in between you.

"You're so bold." You chuckled out. "Very main character worthy."

"I don't know about that." He nudged you. "I think I'm funny enough to be the comedic side character. If it were a horror movie, I'd die in the middle."

"Hm, what about me? I feel like an overcautious side character that's like the second or third to die, y'know? And then her death shows everyone that she's right."

"Nah, you seem pretty final girl to me."

You both talked about what movie characters each other would be before you got there. "An arcade?"

He grinned. "Yeah! I have a lot of rewards points so I didn't have to spend that much." He then realized how bad that sounded, becoming more quiet. "Since this date is on a budget and..."

He faded off, and you looped your arm in his. "And this is the perfect first date place."

You went in and were both completely relaxed, just messing around and being yourselves. It was amazing. Kaminari trying to show off and be the best at certain games was absolutely cute, and when you caught him trying to let you win in air hockey he quickly apologized and you both ended up purposely doing bad to try to make the other win. You both had so much fun.

Afterwards he took you outside and looked around for somewhere to eat. You remembered that he didn't have that much money, so you told him that you wanted to go to his favorite fast-food restaurant, saying you have a craving for it.

You felt really happy at how relieved he looked, wanting him to know that he doesn't have to spend money on you.

You both walked back to the dorms and swung your entwined hands together without thought. When you got to your dorm he gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek, but when you pulled back and smiled warmly he couldn't help himself and smothered you with cheek kisses.

"Thank you, for today." You said when he stopped, your arms around each other and your foreheads together.

"No problem. You can be my girlfriend and we'll call it even."

You hummed. "Deal."

First Kiss

After a three weeks of dating and a few more little dates, you couldn't take it anymore. When everybody went their separate ways at night you went to Kaminari's room as sneakily as possible. Sero did startle you and tease you about it, but that was it.

You quietly opened the door and closed it, him looked up at you from his phone as he laid on his bed. "Hey little mamas, what're you doing here?"

"Denki," you whined. "I can't take it anymore. I'm getting super frustrated."

He bolted up and walked over to you. "What's wrong? Did I do something? I don't really know what I did wrong but I can fix it and we—"

You put your hands on his cheeks. "Cutie Pie, it's nothing like that."

"Oh good, I'm Cutie Pie again." He smiled in relief.

You kissed his cheek. "You're always Cutie Pie." You then looked at him and frowned. "See, this is my problem!"

He grabbed your hips. "Beautiful, you need to explain a bit."

"We haven't kissed yet. I get strong urges to kiss you or make out but I've never kissed anybody before so I don't know how."

"Woah, I get the exact same way!" He grinned.

"Really?" You giggled, bouncing at your excitement. "We should practice!"

"Okay!" He then picked you up effortlessly and plopped you on the bed. You continued giggling as he dove in for a hug for laughs. You looked at each other as you laid down together. "Ready?"

"Ready." You both slowly went in, you too stiff and him to eagerly sloppy. You both pulled back and chuckled. "Sorry. I think I need to loosen up."

"It's okay, I think I was all over the place anyways."

"Maybe we should sit up." He nodded and did so, you sliding into his lap. He looked at you in shock. "Sorry, should I get off?"

"No! It just caught me off guard. C'mon, let's try again." You both kissed again, this time less awkward. You pulled back and smiled at each other, kissing again. "You know what this means?"

"Hm?"

"We can make out all the time now!" You both laughed, and before you could say anything in response he attacked your lips, now full on making out with you. You had to pull back for breath eventually, and your flushed state made him extra happy.

You rubbed noses together, occasionally giving each other a peck. "Hey, can you sleep over? I really wanna hold you for the rest of the night."

"Sure." You ran your hand through his hair as he stared at your lips. You noticed he seemed to be deep in thought. "Am I losing you here?"

He chuckled. "Sorry, I was just wondering how and when to ask you if we could French kiss." You looked at him in surprise, and he realized what he just said. "And I realize that wasn't the right way to say that."

"Either way you word it it's the same question, so don't worry about it." He smiled and nodded. "And yeah, let's try it. I see it a lot on those videos–oh my God."

You cut yourself off as you just admitted to your three week old boyfriend that you watch porn. But instead, he grinned and eagerly asked, "You watch porn?!"

"A little." You quietly said, shrinking in his lap.

"Is that something girls do?!"

You chuckled, becoming noticably more relaxed. "Yes."

He noticed how uncomfortable and embarrassed you looked, and didn't want to push it. It was no matter, cause you two would get to that once deep into the relationship, when he would no doubt tell you that he loved you.

He wasn't sure if he loved you already, but Kaminari figured that when he loved you most he would say it, and then he'd show you how much by making love to you. Then you two could experiment and figure out what you both liked. It'll be fun.

Buy despite that being Kaminari's long term plan for your relationship, he knew he first needed to focus on the now. Right now he wanted you to feel as comfortable as possible with him. It was one of his dreams for you to find complete security in him. It was right next to becoming a hero.

"That's super interesting! You're teaching me a lot of new things today." You perked up and nodded, giggling. "Okay, you ready?"

You nodded, and he tried to just put your tongue in you. You pulled back and giggled some more. "Wait, Denki baby, ease into it."

He slightly blushed at your fits of giggles. "Oh, sorry."

You noticed and immediately melted, snuggling closer to him. "Hey," you nudged your nose with his. "It's really calming to know that you're figuring things out the same as me."

He hummed and grinned. "How about you start the kiss? Then when I feel like it's a good time I'll take over?"

You agreed and gently kissed him, feeling more natural than the other kisses. You both got into the kiss as you pressed on a little. Soon after Kaminari swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth to give him control. He gladly did, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't absolutely fall in love with the way it felt to have his tongue massage yours.

When you pulled back for breath Kaminari smiled giddily at your flushed face, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb. "Alright, I don't wanna accidentally get too excited, so let's end it here, yeah?"

"Okay." You said as you slid off. "Let's practice some more tomorrow."

"You read my mind babe." You both got under the covers and snuggled together, soon falling asleep after a very good night.

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Melodies. -Yamaguchi Tadashi-

 One of the works I’ve wanted to do of my own accord, I promise I’ll be back to answering requests soon haha! Please enjoy this fic of my favorite freckled server, he needs all the love<3 Turns into kind of a song fic at the end! 

Set in a college AU-  (warnings: mild swearing)

WordCount: 2766

the one in which the shy freckled boy discovers a playlist with his name as the title on his best friend’s phone

The first day of college calculus had started off absolutely horrendous. 

Your anxiety had continued bubbling up immensely as you laid wide awake in your bed the night before, the fearful result being you waking up a good six minutes after you were supposed to be in class, freshly prepared and showered with a caffienated drink in hand. 

Only you weren’t. 

So that’s how you stumbled into class a solid fifteen minutes late, hair thrown up in some sort of messy knot accompanied by a simple outfit of leggings (you slept in those), and a hoodie that was much too massive for your figure. To make matters worse, along with the pointed stare from your professor and the other near a hundred, most of the seats seemed to be filled at full glance. You withold the urge to tug at your hair and kick the wall. Your worst expectations had become a reality. 

“Nice of you to join us, Miss...L/N, is it? You’re the only one I wasn’t able to call out from the roster, and I usually do not take attendance. It’s the first day of the semester, in case you forgot. “ 

You suck air through your teeth before nodding once, ignoring the searing heat on your cheeks as a few chuckles chorused through the large group of students. 

“Take your seat. And don’t bother coming next time at all if you’re going to interrupt my lecture.” 

You nod once again before awkwardly walking up the steps, feeling all eyes on you as you willed yourself to get through the nightmarish situation. So he was one of those.

 The seats were full, to your dismay, and you felt heat rise to your eyes as you wished the professor would continue teaching, to get the attention off of you. 

“When you’re ready, Miss L/N.” 

Every cell in your body urged you to get out of there until by some stroke of luck, you saw movement in the scarily still classroom. A freckled boy had been waving his hand just high enough for you to see it, pointing downwards a bit shyly to signal the seat next to him was free. 

A rush of relief washes over you as you make a beeline over, plopping down in the offered shared desk as the professor finally begins to speak again. You had been saved, your savior moving his bag over some more to give you more room. 

“I promise I don’t usually look like this.” You whisper, getting your notebook and materials out. “But thank you sooo much, you don’t even know how close I was to crying.” 

“D-Don’t mention it.” The freckled boy whispers back, fiddling with his pen as you realized how shy he seemed, knowing that almost everyone on the first day of semester wanted friends, the shy ones being too scared to take the first step. Your eyes brightened at his phone screen, seeing a familiar song light it up before nudging him by the shoulder, your professor’s words of a syllabus becoming background noise as he looks towards you a second time, eyes kind in case you needed anything. 

“A man with taste, I see.” You grin, and the dark haired boy blushes before brushing some of his hair out of his face. 

“You listen to lovelytheband?” 

“Yamaguchi. L/N.” You both straighten immediately, ‘Yamaguchi’ turning a darker shade of red as he stands at attention, bowing immediately as you sat awkwardly next to his aplogetic figure. The professor sends you a scolding look as you shrink down in your seat, hating college already as he resumes class once again, figuring you had been placed on the bottom of his spectrum of students. 

However, you take just one more chance, scribbling on the corner of the now embarrassed boy’s syllabus with a small, secretive smile as the red ink appears on paper. 

Yamaguchi, was it?

Yamaguchi’s lips quirk up the slightest bit at the childish antic of writing notes to each other before blue ink touches below your note, red fading from his cheeks and taking on a pink hue. 

Yes. L/N-san?

All previous embarrassment forgotten, you figure all the awful events leading up to meeting your first friend had been worth it. 

Call me Y/N. 

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“Tadashi, I don’t want to go! He’s hated me since day one, and you know it.” 

“Y/N, I already bought your coffee, don’t waste it please.” Yamaguchi sighs, shrugging his own bag off before placing it on your bed, taking a seat on the edge of it as you talk to him through your bathroom door. The first year of college seemed to whizz by in a flash, most memories being with the awkward, freckled kid that had soon become your closest friend seeing as you had been each other’s first.

“You’ve made it through the entirety of the semester, right? You’re going to pass this final.” 

“Shut up, you’re smart, you don’t get an opinion!” You pout, emerging from your bathroom in jeans and a bra as Yamaguchi reddens, turning immediately to face the wall respectfully as you withold a giggle, knowing Yamaguchi had seen a lot more than that after helping you back to your dorm after nights of getting wasted at your high school friend’s fraternity house. Bokuto and Kuroo pretty much got shit-faced every weekend. 

“We studied-” 

“You studied, Tadashi. I poked the seeds out of strawberries with a toothpick half the time.” You correct, braiding your hair back when fully dressed. “You can look now, Mr. Purity, I won’t corrupt you.”

Yamaguchi ruffles your hair, bending slightly to match your height as he stands from your bed, a key to your dorm dangling from his bike keys. “You’ve got this, alright? Don’t doubt yourself, you were at least doing math when counting the seeds-” 

You snatch your coffee as Yamaguchi chuckles, following you out of your dorm as you ensure the halls are mostly empty, not needing your RA to scold you for bringing Yamaguchi in here again, even after seeing he was harmless. Yamaguchi takes your phone and keys, your hands full from the beverage and your bag as you meet your other two friends in the morning sun. 

“Oh look. The fuckbuddies who apparently don’t fuck are here.” 

“Well hello to you too, Tsukishima.”

 You blink, unfazed as Yamaguchi blushes at the cynical blonde’s crude language, Sugawara swatting the blonde’s back as Tsukishima simply shrugs in reply. 

“Are we meeting up with Kuroo and the others after finals are over?” You grin excitedly as Suga clicks his tongue, flicking your forehead in a parental like way as you pout, Yamaguchi chuckling from alongside you. 

“How about we take our Calculus final first, and then you can focus on the party.” 

“Yes, mother of mine.” 

You dodge the next flick to the forehead as Yamaguchi puts a single hand on your shoulder, reading something on his phone as his eyes suddenly widen. “Crap! Last minute turn of events, we’re getting put into two separate rooms according to our last names! Y/N, you and Suga’s room is farther out!”

Suga groans, tugging your forearm along as you share in that groan. “So we have what, eight minutes to get somewhere all the way across campus?” 

“If we run, we’ll make it!” You exclaim, beginning to drag Suga with you as you break into a run, offering Yamaguchi a bright smile before doing so and promptly flicking Tsukishima off, who responds in the same fashion without missing a beat. 

“Wait, Y/N your phone-!” 

“Keep it! Get it back to me after I fail this test! Love you Tadashi!” 

“Y-Yeah, l-love you too!” 

“Have fun failing!” 

“I took notes on how to do it from you, Kei, don’t worry!” 

Tsukishima rolls his eyes as yours and Suga’s figures fade into the distance, your coffee splashing within it’s cup as Suga laughed at how easily tired you seemed. Golden brown eyes examine his friend, noting how Yamaguchi had a far off look in his eyes as your laughter died down in volume the further you got, soft smile set on his lips that was almost sad. 

“If you like her, just tell her.” Tsukishima had continued walking casually as Yamaguchi chokes on air at the sudden heavy words hurled in his direction. 

“H-Huh?” 

“Don’t even bother trying to hide it. All of us guessed it, and you just confirmed it with that reaction.” Tsukishima shrugs as Yamaguchi races to his side, heart beating in his ears as his shoulders seemed to sink in defeat, almost as if he had been fighting a losing battle yet still wanted to be on the frontlines. 

“Y/N’s way too good for me.” Yamaguchi finally said as the pair lucky enough to walk the normal distance continued their stroll to class. “I’m happy just...being close to her. I don’t need anything more.” 

“Hm. Oh really?” The blonde yawns, carelessness in his tone. “Even if someone else wants to be even closer?” 

Tsukishima smirks a little at the lack of reply as the exam building comes into view before patting Yamaguchi once on the back, done stirring up the sensitive boy’s emotions.

“Definitely not the right time to get your head stuck with that dumbass. You coming?” 

“Y-Yeah, just let me turn off my phone-” 

“Better hurry up.” 

Tsukishima’s continued steps sounded in Yamaguchi’s ears as he hurriedly turned on and swiped open his phone, heart dropping when realizing he had accidentally grabbed yours. Going to turn it off after seeing it open to your music application, something else catches his eye. 

Playlists: 

Issa Vibe

At least try to study, dumb hoe

Shit Kuroo wants me to listen to (don’t) 

Yamaguchi Tadashi:)

Red spread across freckled cheeks before he finds himself sending the playlist to himself, deleting the message afterwards as if he was in a trance before turning off your phone, wanting nothing more than to sit back and listen to the music inside the playlist named after him. Guilt in his chest, he steps into the building, head spinning with something that was definitely not calculus.

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“Bokutoooo!!” 

“Y/N!” 

“Wow, well fuck me then I guess.” 

You laugh out loud as you enter the fraternity house Bokuto and Kuroo resided in for the end of semester party, throwing yourself into your high school friend’s arms after not seeing Bokuto for awhile. Kuroo scoffs when you go to hug him next, pretending not to enjoy it as he scolds you for how short your skirt is. 

“Where’s Tsukki and Yama?” You question over the music as Bokuto grins, jutting a thumb backwards where Daichi and Suga were playing an intense game of beer pong against Tsukishima and Akaashi.

“I saw your freckled pet go upstairs earlier.” Kuroo grins as you feel a twinge in your chest. 

“Like with a girl?” 

“Have you met the kid? No way, he said something about wanting to lie down and he’s in Kenma’s room right now.”

You nod your head thanks, suddenly serious as Bokuto whoops childishly, causing you to roll your eyes as Suga sends you a questioning, overprotective stare on why you were going up the stairs of a frat house. You mouth Yamaguchi, before waving back to Daichi with a bright grin. 

“Go get your boy, Y/N!” 

“Akaashi, please scold him-” 

“On it. Kenma’s room is on the left by the way.” 

The many doors were confusing, accidentally opening one to Oikawa Tooru’s (who coaxed you to come in, what a tool), one to Terushima Yuuji’s (same thing, god you hated frat houses), and finally to Kenma’s, one of the few normal ones living in the house mainly because of Kuroo. You had opened the door right as Kenma had been planning to leave, and he nods to you once before glancing behind him to your best friend’s figure laying on his bed on his back, eyes closed with a pair of earbuds in. 

“He asked to borrow a pair of headphones and he’s been like that for awhile. Those are sound-cancelling, so do with that information what you will.” 

You pout, knowing Kuroo probably told Kenma about how much of a crackhead you were sometimes. “Aw, where’s the faith?” 

“Apparently none, with you.” Kenma cracks a small smile in response before leaving the room, turning back once to leave some parting words.  

“If you’re planning on doing anything, do it in Kuroo’s room, not mine.” 

Before you can deny that suggestion, Kenma’s already closing the door behind him as you groan and roll your eyes, wondering why everyone seemed to have the two of you figured out when in reality,

 you were just friends-

nothing more. 

You turn your attention to your best friend, careful not to make any sudden noise before realizing Yamaguchi was intensely concentrated on what he was listening to. Your eyes trace over his features, from the hands that helped you at your call, to the spread of the even freckles that were reddened half the time, and even to the length of his eyelashes, wanting nothing more than to lay next to him. You stop yourself, shaking your head- 

nothing less.

Just like that first day in class, you tap on the screen to see what music would brighten his phone screen and keep him in such a trance.

The lump forms in your throat before you can stop it, wondering how the hell he suddenly developed a taste for mxmtoon’s Falling for U, remembering how when you showed him that artist, he had claimed it wasn’t for him. 

So...? 

Fearfully, you swipe into his phone to see your off-chance suspicions had been correct as you sit on the edge of the bed hastily, startling Yamaguchi to sit up from his laying position, panicked. He relaxes slightly when seeing you, only to panic again when he sees his brightened phone screen. 

“U-Um, Y/N, I-” 

You stand, eyes downcast as you brush your skirt off, walking towards the door as a fake laugh cuts his stuttered explanations off, heart pounding in your ears. 

“H-Haha! Uh, I didn’t mean to wake you, you just looked so peaceful.” 

“Y-Y/N!” 

Your pace quickens.

“I’ll see you downstairs, okay? They have a really cool cereal dispenser and I want some cereal all of a sudden-” 

“Y/N-!” 

You hear the creak of the bed, signalling he was to his feet as you begin to pull open the door.  

“Hey, how was the exam by the-?” 

“Y/N.” 

You take a shaky breath when Yamaguchi’s arm extends, hand closing the door shut once again as you stand there, noticing the slight tremble of Yamaguchi’s arm before turning, pressing your back against the door as one of the freckled boy’s arms trap you in, proximity so close you can feel each other’s breaths. 

Yamaguchi takes one of the earbuds, putting one in your ear as the lyrics sound in your ears, and you look away, hearing the familiar tune as Yamaguchi takes the other one, slowly as to not startle you.

(IT’S CUTER IF YOU LISTEN TO IT: Falling For U- mxmtoon)

But I can't help it I'm falling for you And I can't quit it 'Cause I'm stuck on you

Your eyes brim with unshed tears before you can stop them, feeling Yamaguchi’s hand cup your cheek gently, droplets falling onto his knuckles.

And it might be pathetic and you might be skeptical But I just want to be with you Please tell me, boy

Fear filled your chest, the secret you tried so desperately hard to keep locked away becoming exposed without your knowledge. You were scared of how the boy you loved would react, how would Yamaguchi look at you after knowing you had kept it a secret for the sake of the friendship you cherished so?

Can you get a clue? Or come through 'cause I just want to be with you

“Tadashi.” You whisper, seeing a whole other person from the shy, freckled boy with the blue ink on your first day of class as Yamaguchi smiles softly, nodding once. 

I'm scared... Of telling you how I feel

“I love you.” 

Maybe It's better If I just try to conceal The truth

“Y/N L/N.” 

For me And for you

“I’m pretty sure I loved you first.”

And then from the close proximity, the distance was closed, a hand slipping into yours tightly as the wetness on your cheeks become unnoticeable, Yamaguchi Tadashi kissing you with a gentless so sweet you could melt. 

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #haikyuu yamaguchi #haikyuu college au #yamaguchi #haikyuu #haikyuu anime

[miss-melon]

Truth or Dare

(Hajime Hinata x Fem! Reader)

(If you don’t identify as feminine in any way just ignore all the parts that depict the reader that way! I want everyone to be able to enjoy this story!)

‼️TW-Mentions of Alcohol‼️

You and Hajime Hinata have been best friends for as long as you can remember. Ever since you two were young you were inseparable. It all started in first grade when you noticed that he was alone at recess, you being the outgoing and social person you are, felt it was your duty to include him in whatever you were doing at the time.

“HEY! Why are you sitting by yourself?” You asked curiously. “O-oh um... I just like to be alone I guess...” Hajime replied. “Well not anymore ya don’t! You’re gonna play hide and seek with us!!!” You said rather directly as you grabbed him by the arm and brought him to your friends.

Since that day, Hajime started to become one of your best friends, you went to each other’s birthday parties, you always sat by each other at lunch, and you always made him join you in your make-believe games at recess. You two were two peas in a pod, no one could mention your name without bringing up Hajime’s and vice versa.

All was going well until high school hit, you and Hajime were still really good friends however, you had developed a massive crush on him. You loved how awkward he was as you found it so cute, and every time you were with him, it took everything in you to hide the blush on your face.

You wanted nothing more than to confess your true feelings to him, but you just couldn’t find the courage to do so, and you had never confided in anyone of your feelings for him either, so that made it even more difficult as you were basically carrying this huge weight on your shoulders alone.

All of that changed starting with Mahiru’s birthday party, she had invited all the girls in your class to her house for a party. You were all having a good time, you even snuck off with Ibuki at one point to drink some peppermint schnapps in the backyard, you didn’t normally drink, but you figured while you were at a party you might as well have a little fun.

As the night carried on, Hiyoko suggested that you all play some party games. “LET’S PLAY TRUTH OR DARE!!!” Hiyoko said enthusiastically. “O-oh w-well I don’t know if I’m comfortable playing that... I have some bad memories.” Mikan said timidly. “No one asked you pig-breath!” Hiyoko said in response. “I’M SORRY! IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!” Mikan replied.

The game of truth or dare was pretty entertaining, Akane admitted that she was scared of snails, Hiyoko prank called a bunch of random guys from school, Mahiru even kissed Peko at one point. After Sonia finished her dare, which was to jump off Mahiru’s second story balcony into her pool, she looked at you and asked the question. “Y/N, truth or dare?”

You looked at her and said “Truth please!” It took Sonia a second to think about what she was going to ask you when it hit her. “Are you interested in anyone right now? And if so, who?” “OOOOOOOOOHHH SHIT’S ABOUT TO GET JUICY!!!” Akane said as she scooted closer towards you. All the girls eyes were on you. You hesitated for a moment but then decided that in spirit of the game, you would answer honestly.

“H-Hajime...” You said quietly. “WHATWHATWHATWHATWHAAAAT??!!!” Ibuki said loudly. “OH MY GOD I KNEW IT!!!” Hiyoko yelled. “I ship it.” Chiaki said quietly. All the girls were gushing over your feelings for Hajime and giving you their support. “You gonna go for it Y/N?” Mahiru asked. “I want to, but I’m really nervous.” You responded.

That seemed to be the end of the situation for now. You had to go home early because you had a project due the next day, leaving the rest of the girls there to chat amongst themselves.

“I still can’t believe she likes Hajime... well, I can, but I never saw Y/N as someone to hold romantic feelings towards someone...” Chiaki said. “Well, I think we should help her out! Whaddya say girls?” Ibuki said. All the girls nodded in agreement to Ibuki’s suggestion. “I’m quite fond of this idea, but how are we going to go about helping her?” Peko asked. “Okay, here’s the plan.” Ibuki began to explain her plan to the rest of the girls, unbeknownst to you.

The rest of the week went by as normal, you hung out with Hajime a lot, and still couldn’t get the feelings out of your head. The weekend came by and you got a text from Akane.

“YO Y/N!!! the girls and i want to know if you wanted to go out with us this weekend??? teruteru hooked us up with a sweet discount for some fancy ass restaurant he’s managing right now”

“Sure Akane! Just text me the deets when you can.”

“bet”

The day came when you and the girls were supposed to be going to the restaurant, you did your hair and makeup and put on a rather nice outfit. You said good-bye to your parents and drove off to the restaurant.

When you arrived, the host of the restaurant asked for your name. “Wow, this restaurant really is fancy huh?” You thought to yourself.

“My name is Y/N L/N.”

The host looked at his reservations list for a moment before responding. “Ah yes, Y/N L/N, follow me.” You followed the host to a small table. “Huh? But there are supposed to be eight other people here.” You told him. “Nonono, there’s only one other person reserved for this table today.” The host replied. “Did they all bail on me? Weird.” You thought to yourself as you took your seat.

A couple minutes went by as you saw someone walk up to the table with you, it was none other than your best friend and crush Hajime Hinata.

“H-Hajime? What are you doing here?” You asked him. “What are you talking about Y/N, you’re the one who asked me out on a date.” Hajime said in response. You were confused, but you realized very quickly that the girls set you two up on a date. You decided you would try to play along.

“W-well yeah, but I didn’t expect you to actually show up...” You said to him. “Why wouldn’t I show up? You’re the only person I would ever say yes to for something like this.” Hajime said.

“W-what?” You asked him, clearly confused. “Y/N, what I suppose I’m trying to say is... I love you.”

You were at a loss for words. You didn’t know what the hell was going on. Were you in the twilight zone? You looked up at Hajime, who looked right back down at you. You were frozen for a second, until Hajime spoke up.

“Y/N, d-do you mind if I... um... if I ki-“ You interrupted him by getting up out of your chair and giving him a passionate kiss on the lips. Hajime melted into it as he wrapped his arms around you. You didn’t even notice the window a few feet from the table that connected to the kitchen, where all your friends were watching you and Hajime’s exchange.

“YES OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IT’S HAPPENING!!!” Akane screamed. “Ibuki KNEW her master plan would work! YOU OWE IBUKI 20 BUCKS HIYOKO!!!” Ibuki shouted. “Dammit!” Hiyoko said as she handed Ibuki a 20 dollar bill.

THE END.

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This was so fun to write!!! I have headcanons that birthday parties with the SDR2 girls are super fun so I wanted to incorporate that in a story!

#danganronpa fluff #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa #hajime hinata #sdr2 hajime #hajime x reader

[rudemaidenswrite]

Letters

Thomas Hewitt x Reader, Leatherface x Reader

Part 1

By: @pusantheamazonian            For: @sylvanasthebansheequeen​

You’ve been sending letters to him ever since you moved. But you never got a response until now.

"This place is a dump. Can't believe you actually lived out here." A scoff comes from the driver. Scott's always been a jerk, saying the first thing that comes to mind.

"It's not that bad. The people are what made it the best."  You really don't want to argue about this again. 

"No, Texas is a shit hole. Good thing you left." Scott cackles.

Against my will. 

"Like Mississippi is any better?" Donna chimes in from the front seat. 

Ignoring them both and their ignorant bickering. Texas was the best time of your life. That's why you're going back. You have to know if your happiness is still there. A deep itch of finally being almost home. Has you restless as fuck. You can only hope they remember you. It's been fifteen years since that horrible day. But as it turns out, the world is testing you today. 

"Can you fix it?" Donna whines as the three of you are on the side of the road, looking at the flat tire. 

"Yeah I got a spare in the back. Must have been a nail in the road." Grumbling Scott opens the trunk pulling everything out.

"Well thanks for the lift but I'm gonna bail. I'm just gonna walk the last few miles." Scooping up your backpack, you slowly start walking backwards. 

"What? No you can't just abandon us. We don't even know where we are." Donna practically screams in horror. 

"In good old Texas. Just keep following this road until it hits the interstate." Forcing a smile you keep backing up. 

"Seriously?"  Scott stares in disbelief. 

"Yup! Thanks for the ride and hope you have fun in California." Waving you turn around and start power walking before they can guilt you into staying. 

Freedom! Now it's just you and the land in this long trek. You forgot how eerily silent the town has become. You had heard that the meat plant closed down a few years ago. Hell you'll be surprised if there is anyone still living out here. The plant should have killed everyone, would have saved money if they did it that way. Rather than let the whole town slowly bleed dry. 

*Woop Woop*

"Fuck." Whispering you stand by the side of the road and wait. You know that annoying Woop Woop anywhere.

The old sheriff car slows to a stop a few feet from you. The car rattles as he steps out, an old grouchy looking man.

"You lost missy?" The gruffness is matched with a sour look.

"No sir. Just taking a walk." You remain neutral as possible and polite. 

"I ain’t seen you around. Where are you from?" 

"Rhode Island but-"

"You wouldn't happen to know what happened to the two young'uns a few miles back?" Cutting you off he steps forwards with a purpose. 

"What do you mean?" That question peaks your curiosity.

"A ways back looks like car trouble but both are dead."

"What? I left them thirty minutes ago. How can they be dead?" Confused, you don't know what to say. They were alive, bitching at the car but alive.

"So you do know them. Well I think we need to have a talk. Get in the back."

"Sheriff-"

"Get. In." He pulls a pistol out. Pointing at you and the car. Panicking you shuffle towards the door. This situation is not good but what's worse is you can't figure it out but the sheriff looks familiar. The tattoo on his forearm, you know it from somewhere. 

Sliding into the back seat you place your backpack beside you. The car stinks, it's a putrid smell. Either something died in here or there's something dead in the trunk. 

The Sheriff climbs back into the driver's seat, slamming the door hard. He's not interested in any conversation. Driving in silence he gives you the side eye from the mirror the whole way.

Now this is confusing, he's pulling up to the place you were going. 

"Sheriff how-"

"Stay here." Barking out the order with a glare, you nod in response. Leaving you alone in the locked car, he walks inside. 

What is going on? You didn't tell anyone that you were coming for a visit. The Sheriff certainly didn't even ask for your name. So how would he know to bring you here?

Leaning on the front seat you can see the house has taken a beating over the years. But it's still the same two story white plantation style house as before. 

The loud bang of the front door opening scares you. A massive man wearing a stained apron walks towards you. Keeping his head down the whole way. Retreating into the back seat. Who the hell is this?

Reaching the door, he pauses a second before quickly opening it. Startled by the force you scoot towards the other door. Panic sets in. Suddenly he's grabbing your ankle and dragging you to the edge. Just as you start to fight him, he lets go of you. Curious you risk a glance. You’re staring into chocolate brown eyes. Eyes you know so well, the ones that haunt your dreams.

“Thomas?”  Whispering you can't believe it.

He blinks in shock. He never thought you would recognize him. He recognized you instantly.

Out of muscle memory, at the same time you hold your left hand up using the sign language I love you symbol. He is doing the same symbol with his right hand. Pressing them together you both stare, never blinking. Different emotions are flowing in the silence. That is before you throw yourself into his arms. 

Falling onto his back he holds you tightly watching your happiness explode. As you babble about how happy you are to see him, how you have missed him to upset that he never answered your letters back to squealing in joy. 

“How dare you leave me without a word!” Teasing you can't help the tears. His hands cup your face, wiping the tears away. "I’m okay. They're tears of joy, I always hoped that I would see you again.”

Everything is clearer now the rude Sheriff has to be Uncle Charlie. He was always an ass but now with power he's gone a little psycho.

“Thomas quit fuckin around get her inside.” The Sheriff's gruff voice returns. 

Speaking of the asshole. Thomas steps in front of you shaking his head no. 

“No?”

“Hoyt what's going on?” A faint voice comes from the house. 

“Nothing Mama.” He shouts back.

“Hoyt? When did Charlie change his name?” Confused, you practically shout the question out. 

“What did you say?” Uncle Charlie, Hoyt whatever he wants to be called questions. 

“I asked when did you change your name to Hoyt? I clearly remember calling you Uncle Charlie.” Peeking out from behind Thomas you stare at the man dressed in the Sheriff's outfit. You knew there was something familiar about that tattoo. 

A huge arm he pushes you back. Thomas wants you to stay behind him.

“Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?” 

“Hello!” You peek back out. With a frustrated huff he shoves you behind him again. “Thomas I was just saying hello.”

“Bullshit.” Scoffing, Hoyt can't believe it. 

“Uh huh!” Side stepping around Thomas, lifting your shirt up. Exposing the scar on your stomach. The one that dons most of your stomach, separating into three individual scars. You two were playing in the woods when you crawled over a piece of barbed wire. Uncle Charlie had to hold you still while Mama Luda stitched you together. 

“I'll be damned. There's never be a girl stupid as you that crawled over barbed wire for fun.” 

Frustrated, you watch him laugh. They never did believe you that it was a simple mistake. 

“It was an accident!”

“You knew better than to be playing in the woods.” Huffing he  remembers the two other people from today. “Well shit, your friends.”

“It's okay. I was only hitching a ride with those assholes." Shrugging if you're being honest they were not your friends. A coworker introduced you to them because you were looking for a ride. 

“Asshole? Good riddance then. Common on Mama and Uncle Monty aren't going to believe this.” He nods at the house. 

Smiling you interlock your hand with Thomas's and follow Uncle Charlie inside. Pulling Thomas with you. Giddy you can't believe everyone is still here. 

"Mama! Uncle Monty! You're never gonna believe who I found." He yells once passing the threshold. 

"Hoyt, why are you yelling? There's no yelling in the house!" The scolding voice carries from the kitchen. Followed with the shuffle of two footsteps. 

"Mama you remember Y/N." Hoyt smirks.

"Oh my… Y/N is that really you?"

"Yes it's me." Smiling you never thought you could be this happy. Mama Luda and Uncle Monty haven't changed either. 

"Well I never! You've grown up so beautifully." She's in tears cradling your face, treating you like glass.

"Thank you."

"You come and talk. Tommy has some work to finish." Hoyt orders interrupting your peace.

Turning you stare at Thomas like he's going to fade to dust right in front of you. You can feel Thomas staring the same way. Neither one of you wants to let go. 

"Y/N. Tommy. You can see each other later." Luda takes you free hand in hers. 

"Yes Mama." The words tumble out slowly as she tugs you along. Internally screaming you don't want to talk. You just want to hug Tommy until there's no tomorrow. Nonetheless you let her pull you into the kitchen. 

Planting you in an empty seat at the table. She pours some lemonade as everyone sits down and you notice that Thomas heads to the basement.

"Now tell me. How are your parents?"  Mama Luda scoots her chair closer.

"Both have passed on." It's a somber moment officially talking about it. 

"Oh dear. I'm sorry." Instantly she's frowning. You guess she didn't expect that answer. 

"Father was eight years ago. Mother last fall."

"What have you been doing since school? There must be something." Trying to sound cheerful she diverts the conversation. 

"I'm a mechanic."

"A what?" Mama Luda and Hoyt question in unison.

"You became a mechanic!" Uncle Monty is laughing his ass off. Everyone knows that's something you must have picked up from him.

"That's not fit for a lady." The frown temporarily returns to Mama Luda’s face. 

"Mama wasn't happy about it either." Smiling you remember the horrified face she made when you told her. "I was thinking about trying to buy the old house back and maybe open a mechanic shop." Shrugging you take a sip of lemonade.

"Dumb idea no one left out here." Uncle Monty states sourly.

"I know." Smiling it feels good to be home.

After dinner Thomas is showing you to your room, the same room you used to use when you would spend the night. But with each step towards the spare bedroom you feel queasy, you don't want to sleep alone. Grabbing his shirt you insist that he stop for a moment.

"Thomas...Can I stay with you?" He turns, staring at you with wide eyes. Now you feel embarrassed. "You don't have to say yes. I understand that you'll want your personal space. It's just been so long and I have this overwhelming need to be close to you."

With a silent groan he pulls you towards his room. It's just as you remember. The old spring bed, dresser off to the side and the now seemingly too small desk and chair. You place your backpack in the corner. You don't want him to accidentally trip because of your clutter. Leaning you pull out some pajamas. 

That's when he sees it. Your shirt rose up and in black ink is his name. It could be anybody's name but in shaky writing is the name Thomas. Before he knows it he has a hand on your hip. 

“What are you doing?”  Startled, you didn't expect such a warm hand on your hip, especially Thomas's. 

Bewildered, he looks at you quickly removing. Pointing at your hip, he pokes it. Following his eyes you see what has him curious, most of your tattoo is showing. Exposing your hip so he can see it completely. Curiously he traces it with a finger with wide eyes. 

“Yes I have your name tattooed on my hip.” He gives you a look that you interpret as him asking why. “Because we were always attached at the hip.” 

Minutes go by as he processes this, slowly caressing the letters.

“After you left school to work at the plant. I stole some of your homework that the teacher still had. Then when I got old enough I brought with me to the tattoo shop. I wanted it to be in your handwriting.” Embarrassed you've never told anyone the truth about the tattoo. That you wanted it because it was your way of staying sane and remembering the good times. Before he dropped out of school to help support the family and you moving away.

You see him frown slightly as he turns to the closet. Opening it he's searching for something, it's not long before he finds it. His body is trembling as he hands you an old shoe box. You've never seen him this worried about showing you something. Sitting on the bed you carefully open it. 

“Oh. My. God. You did receive my letters.” Your heart drops.

Everything's gone numb, you don't know if you exist anymore. The box is filled with everything you ever sent him and things from when you two were little. Picking a letter up you notice the worn edges like it has been read over and over. 

“I never knew if you did. I thought that they were ending up in the trash somewhere or to another person.” 

Placing it to the side, you see the pictures you have sent with the letters. Most just the yearly school photos but during high school you started to add different candid photos you thought were cute. But there's some old ones, of you two or just him that are burnt. Picking up the least burnt one, you and Thomas are in your Sunday best. Sitting on the front porch with his head resting on your shoulder while the two of you are reading Clifford the Big Red Dog. It looks like someone started to burn his face out but chose against it at the last minute leaving it an obscure dark color.

“You…have no idea how much I've missed you.” Breaking down, you sob uncontrollably. Holding the picture tightly. "Please…. Please don't ever leave me again." 

Thomas doesn't know what to do. He never meant to hurt you, he just wanted you safe. He didn't think that ignoring your letters would cause this much pain. Watching you cry feels like a stab to his own heart.

#leatherface x reader #leatherface #slasher #slasher fanfiction #rudemaidenswrite #reader insert #reader #letters #reunite #this is crazy #childhood friends #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #fluff #angst

[buckysbitch107]

The Angel On His Shoulder | Steve Rogers x Guardian Angel!Reader

Summary: You met Steve and Bucky at a young age. The three of you did everything together, up until the two boys went to war. You’re a badass, so of course you became a nurse and helped out wherever you could, even got to see Steve and Bucky a few more times. That of course wasn’t enough, so you became the first female Howling Commando. Unfortunately, when the Howling Commandos heard a plan of an attack on the base you were stuck at while tending to wounded soldiers, they were too late. Steve found you, a pretty cliché moment if you did say so yourself. Which you did. After you died in his arms, and after Bucky “died”, Steve crashed the plane into the arctic. Little did anyone know, you became his guardian angel, and saved his life once or twice in the process. Now, as he wakes up 67 years later, you have a few words to say.

Requested by: @wintersoldierslut

Warnings: Swearing, Threats, A bit of Self Depreciation, Mentions of Smut.

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: I tried my best on this one! It was a little hard to figure out at first, and I kind of made the reader like Castiel and Gabriel in Supernatural. Hope you guys enjoy, and remember requests are always open!

The soft light greets Steve as he slowly opens his eyes, staring at the ceiling before deciding to take in his surroundings. He looks around the small room, immediately noticing almost everything wrong with it, that fact putting him on edge.

“Am I dead?” He whispers, mainly to himself, not expecting anyone to answer.

“No, but you should be.” His head whips around to the dresser next to the bed, where you are seated, kicking your feet in the air. “And so should I, but the afterlife works in mysterious ways. I really still don’t understand it and I’ve been stuck in it for 67 years.”

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“How are you here?”

“If I didn’t already know, I’d ask the same for you.”

“Okay then, how am I here and how are you here?” Steve asks, fully sitting up in the small bed and turning so his feet are on the ground and his head is facing you.

“Well, after I died in your arms, pretty cliche if I do say so myself and I did at the time, I became your dumb ass’s guardian angel and-”

“Wait, how can you swear?”

“Number one, moo. Number two, same way you can.”

“I thought angels couldn’t cuss?”

“You do realize how many times they explicitly explain sex in the bible, right? Now back to what I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” You pause again, making sure Steve’s mouth is shut before continuing. “I became your guardian angel, and when you said you were putting the plane in the ice, DIDN’T THINK YOU MEANT PUTTING YOURSELF IN THE ICE TOO!”

“It was the only way!” Your expression instantly morphs into one only described as ‘are you fuckin kidding me’.

“There were multiple windows. Right in front of you. And next to you. And probably behind you. I didn’t get a great look at the ship, as I was too busy SAVING YOUR ASS!”

“Alright, I get it. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you, now, you’re probably wondering where you are.” You speak, gesturing to the honestly confusing room the two of you are in.

“Yeah…” He trails off, looking at everything a little closer. The puke green and blinding white walls, the weird decor, the radio playing a game the two of you attended with Bucky.

“Welcome to the future. 67 years in it, to be exact. HYDRA lost, by the way.”

“Spoiler alert.”

“Well, I’m so sorry, Mr. Captain America, sir. I thought you’d want to know that you didn’t have to jump right back into the suit. Speaking of Captain America, a weirdly dressed lady is coming in like five seconds, so I gotta bounce. Call me if you need me!” And with a snap of your finger, you disappear. As you said, five seconds later, a woman dressed in a very bad copy of what would be a 40’s nurse/agent/he doesn’t even know at this point outfit.

“Good morning.” She says, her voice having a weird perkiness that makes him honestly want to vomit. And that’s where it all goes wrong.

~~~

“You’re a laboratory experiment, Rogers.” Tony spits, looking him dead in the eye. You appear in the corner of the room, only to Steve of course, but that doesn’t matter. You are fuming. Steve can almost hear the steam pouring out of your ears, and he barely moves his hand to signal you to stop moving towards Tony. He looks at you out of his peripheral vision, and he slightly smirks, as to not communicate to Tony that he’s smirking because of him. 

‘You’re cute when you’re angry. Always have been.’ He thinks, barely catching Tony’s next sentence.

“Everything special about you came out of a bottle.”

“You think I’m cute when I’m angry? Well, get ready, cause I’m about to be fuckin gorgeous.” You mutter, snapping your finger to disappear before reappearing behind Tony. Steve is about to respond to Tony when you tap lightly on the man’s shoulder, Stark turning around before becoming very confused.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)-”

“Oh, so you know who I am?” You hiss, fire practically burning in your eyes, causing the playboy to slightly shift back. “Listen here motherfucker. I haven’t made a promise in 67 years, but I’m promising you this.” As you start moving forward, both Tony and Steve slowly start stepping back to avoid your wrath. “You spit another goddamn word out of your mouth about how Steve is nothing, how Steve is just an experiment, I will end each and every person in this room, except for him. And I will do so smiling while I bathe in your blood. Do you understand me?!” The man nods and you slightly back away, a look of awe on Natasha’s face.

“Woah. I thought you were just something from storybooks.” She mumbles, making a sense of pride run through your veins.

“I lied, she’s safe too. I like her.” Natasha smiles while Tony gains a little more confidence and decides to speak up once again.

“CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”

~~~

“Not helpful!” You yell, throwing three Chitauri warriors off of you.

“Sorry!” Thor yells. You continue shooting and stabbing Chitauri warriors, occasionally helping one of the Avengers.

“Why is she here?” Tony asks, speaking through the coms in your suits.

“Because Fury sent me out here!” You respond, fighting off another few foes. 

“They keep coming from the huge flying things!” Steve yells, meaning the Chitauri Leviathan floating above you guys. You sigh before turning to the man, giving him a grim look before coming up with an idea. 

“Launch me, off the shield, get ready to catch me.”

“Um, okay.” He quickly launches you, giving you enough momentum to get plenty of feet up in the air. At that exact moment, a Leviathan flies towards you. You pull out your knife, driving it through the chest of the beast before the momentum forces you forward, dragging the knife through its chest and all the way down to it’s “tail”.

“Falling, Falling, FALLING!” You scream, praying that someone catches you. Thankfully, you land in Cap’s arms, giving him a small smile before hopping out.

“Let’s finish kicking these alien asses.” You mumble, already running back into the fight.

~~~

After the Battle of New York, Stark threw a massive party to celebrate. Sure, it was for the newly formed Avengers, but Fury was already talking about adding you to the initiative. So, there you sit, comfortable on one of the couches surrounding the windows looking out onto New York City, the other avengers scattered on the remaining couches and chairs. You take a large sip out of the bottle of beer in your hand, and you nearly choke on the liquid as Thor starts talking.

“Y’know, you and Lady (Y/N) would make an excellent couple.” He booms, talking to Steve, but having everyone hearing it. A glimmer of hope rises in your chest, almost immediately being crushed as Steve laughs it off as a joke. You laugh along, trying to ignore the slight tightening in your throat. You sit there for a few more minutes, the air full of silence before you stand up and excuse yourself from the party.

“You okay?” Steve asks, a concerned look on his face. You nod quietly before answering.

“Yeah, just tired.” You mumble, walking up the stairs to the elevator, taking it up to your temporary room. You walk in, closing the door behind you, flopping on the bed with tears in your eyes. Tears stream down your face as you think back to the conversation downstairs, how Steve laughed off Thor’s comment. You continue to quietly sob into your pillow until a knock sounds at the door, causing you to shoot up and wipe your eyes quickly.

“Hey,” Nat speaks, walking into your room and closing the door behind her.

“Hey” You whisper back.

“You love him, don’t you?” She asks, sitting down on the edge of your bed. You simply nod, the woman in front of you laying a hand on your knee. “You don’t see it, huh?”

“See what?”

“He loves you too.” At this comment, you shake your head, letting out a short laugh before looking up at the ceiling and back to her.

“He doesn’t love me. Steve’s not that stupid.” You mumble, wringing your hands together.

“What do you mean?”

“Has he showed you the compass yet?”

“Compass?”

“Steve keeps a compass in his back pocket. On the top part, is a picture of Peggy Carter. She’s older now, obviously, but he’s still in love with her. He took one look at her, and I was simply in last place. It’s just what I have to accept.”

“Oh sweetie-”

“Guardian angels aren’t supposed to fall in love.”

“You were in love before you died, right?”

“I’ve been in love with him since we met, Nat. Not exactly something I can shake.” She offers you a small smile and a hug before she stands up, leaving you alone to figure things out. What you both didn’t realize, was that Steve had come up to talk to you, stopping outside your room once he heard you and Nat talking. He heard everything you said. Nat doesn’t notice him, turning the other way down the hall. Steve walks in, startling you, seemingly coming out of nowhere.

“Before you ask, I heard everything.”

“Oh-”

“I love you too.” He blurts out, surprising the both of you. Your jaw drops open, and he starts profusely blushing, slightly stepping backward before you stand up, grabbing his hand in yours.

“Are you telling the truth, or are you just saying it.”

“I’m 100% serious.” You smile and your eyes flick to his lips, his eyes seemingly doing the same. The two of you slowly lean in, Steve taking the extra step and pressing his lips against yours. He smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you closer, your hands resting on his chest. He pulls away first, pressing his forehead against yours, giddy smiles on your faces.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I have a question.” You whisper before he kisses you again, moving his mouth down to kiss your jaw and neck

“Hmm?” He hums, the vibration tingling against your throat.

“If I was naked right in front of you, what would you do?”

~~~

“What a lovely little mess I made.” You whisper, looking at the array of hickeys and lovebites across Steve’s chest.

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetie.”

“Oh, I hope not.”

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Sweater Weather Part One

Sweater Weather

Hey everyone here is the next series I’m working on, mostly inspired by how %#$@ hot it has been here in Kansas (And everywhere else, the world is on fire). This story takes place over the course of a weekend (I know, I like weekend worst case scenarios okay? Leave me be), so it’ll probably be 5-6 parts. Hope you like it!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x PottsRelativeFem!Reader

Ratings/Warnings: Hard R 

For everything from language, crude jokes, ADULT situations/impure thoughts, booze (because it’s pretty much a staple in my fics at this point.), arguments, and an extremely overprotective Tony Stark. Very little angst, as I try to keep most of my fics light humored. But of course there are some insecurities/unsure feelings, as well as sad feels from everything with endgame/ the decimation. Also dead parents.

Also AU in the fact NO ONE DIED during Endgame/Steve didn’t go back. Also as much as I adore Morgan Stark, she isn’t around yet. I didn’t know where this would fit timeline wise, so just ignore the timeline. Kay? Cool.

Slow(ish) burn. Lots of pining

Words: 3,476

Summary: You’ve just moved to New York after a long 3 year stint travelling the world and helping with various charities, taking a new job with Stark Industries thanks to your cousin Pepper. A trip out to surprise Tony and The Avengers for the weekend turns from good to terrible when the a/c at the compound breaks. How will you beat the heat for the record breaking weekend?

It’s in Y/N Y/L/N format, any pictures, outfits, gifs, and marvel characters just assume I don’t own them. Also no Beta, as I don’t ever have one, so the mistakes and reader are all my own.Also her friend Kate isn’t mine either, she’s based after a very close fantastic friend. Enjoy!

Part one

“You just had to get the apartment on the top floor with an out of order elevator?”

You dropped the last box labeled “Kitchen” haphazardly on the floor, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand as you turned to watch Pepper Potts shut the door behind her comment.

“You were the one who wore heels today, dear cousin. And besides, the movers did most of the work.” You stared pointedly at her, before bringing your eyes to sweep over the piles of boxes that filled your apartment. A sea of cardboard that came with the faint scent of permanent marker and small notes of your truck’s air freshener flooded the small hallway and living room areas. The floors were bare otherwise, you not having any furniture at the present moment. “You should also know the elevator will be fixed this weekend while I’m out at the compound catching up with everyone.”

“Doesn’t help our damn case now though does it?” The redhead complained while looking at her tired feet.

“But did you die though?” You raised an eyebrow, turning back to look down the hall. “I just gotta pack a bag for the weekend and then we can head out. You sure it’s going to be ok? Me going out there and all?”

“Are you kidding me?” Pepper looked confused at your sudden question, shaking her head and grabbing your shoulders. “Tony is going to be so excited to see you! No one has seen you since the wedding! Not to mention these team building weekends never really get anything accomplished.” You giggled as you waded through the boxes to your mostly empty room, shuffling boxes as you looked through ones with “clothes” written hastily across them in doctor worthy handwriting.

“I should change. It’s hot as fuck outside.” You muttered, opting to switch out your gross sweatpants and stained-to-hell white shirt to a pair of short jean shorts and a curve hugging blue tank top. Your mind wandered to everyone you hadn’t seen in so long. Three years. It had been three years since you’d been back, spending that time traveling the globe and helping charities after the decimation. Pepper and Tony always called you, kept you updated. You honestly never believed you’d move back to New York. But things change.

The only reason why you had come back was after the whole Thanos thing six months ago Pepper had offered you a job as a receptionist at Stark Industries, you decided that day it was time to settle down. You made sure everything was good with the charities you had been helping out with before putting permanent plans into action though. Purchasing a small apartment in the heart of New York City, your cousin and you kept everything quiet as to your return. You wanted it to be a surprise, mostly to see Tony’s face. Maybe someone else’s. Shoving a few days worth of clean clothes in a duffel bag, not forgetting your swimsuit as your cousin promised you some sunbathing time, you opened the door to see Pepper grinning widely at you.

“You know blue is Steve’s favorite color right?” You smirked knowingly as you moved to the bathroom, throwing your toiletries into the sack and zipping it shut. Of course you knew. The blonde avenger was one of the only things that had gotten you through these tough last few years. When everything went down with Tony, you had decided not to pick sides, but you and Steve fell apart regardless. It started slowly, the two of you drifting from good friends to mere strangers. It hurt but you understood. It’s not like you were dating, or like he would ever see you as girlfriend material. Not that you would ever turn him down if he had just asked you. He was definitely boyfriend material, and him looking the way he did certainly helped things too. You had always harbored feelings of some kind towards him, even if you weren’t sure what they actually were. When the decimation happened, you knew the whole team had enough on their plates to deal with. So after a couple years and more importantly Pepper and Tony’s wedding you vanished off the map, putting your people skills and nurturing personality to good use. It’s not like anyone missed you terribly.

Shutting off the bathroom lights you lugged the bag over your shoulder, reaching to take a stuffed Panda bear, obviously worn from years of travel, and grabbing your keys and purse.

“Got everything? What’s the bear for?” Pepper asked as you double checked the deadbolt after you had shut the door.

“A girl in England gave it to me after I found her some relatives to live with. She couldn’t have been more than seven at the time, yet she had managed to deal with her parents turning into dust a hell of a lot better than some of the adults I had seen. She said Mister Stuffins was her favorite and that he would be my friend so I wasn’t alone. Sweet girl. She wrote me when she got her parents back. I cried for a week.” You turned the small bear over in your hand and placed in the front pocket of your bag, remembering her strength in such an awful time of her young life.

“What was her name?”

“Evangeline, but she demanded to be called Evan.” You snickered as you recalled her nearly ripping off your partner at the time’s head for calling her by her full name. The spirited small child had almost made you forget about the seven flights of stairs awaiting you. Your face fell flat upon remembering, Pepper shoving your shoulder.

“Come on, I’ll race you.” You gaped as the red head went barreling down the stairs, deciding to give her high heeled ass a head start before you ruined her self esteem. She’s going to hurt herself and I’m going to have to help her dumbass to the truck.

~~The Compound, a few hours later~~

“Jesus Christ Tony watch where the hell you’re pointing that damn thing!”

“That’s what she said.”

Steve rolled his eyes at Bucky, watching the comedy unfold before them. Sam sat on the ground, tinkering with a standing Tony in his iron suit, the latter barely missing the former’s head when his repulsor rays misfired on accident. They had been at this for hours, Sam trying to help the billionaire with fixing something that was wrong with his right leg. Tony continued to bark orders at the man who was only growing more irritated by the minute. To be honest Steve didn’t have the faintest idea what was wrong or how they were planning on putting it right, but he wasn’t the one doing it. So he, Banner, and Barnes all simply stood back to watch.

“We miss anything?” He turned his head slightly to the left at the sound of Natasha’s voice, Thor and her returning from unloading the Quinjet for the weekend.

“Tony missed Sam’s head again, but I think they’re about…”

“DONE! Eat a dick Tin-man.” Sam shouted suddenly, hopping up from his feet and clearing the way for a smug looking Stark, who only looked down at his leg and shook it. He turned to give Sam an iron clad thumbs up, who only flipped him off in return, heading over to join the rest of the group that had gathered on the compound’s grounds.

Since Thanos’ attack, the compound had been rebuilt but wasn’t nearly as massive in size anymore. Only one large building that offered housing, training, mess hall, laboratories and a few holding cells sat next to the pad that held the Quinjet. Tony decided that since the battle had leveled most of the original compound, building something a little more simplistic would be the best course of action. Everyone had agreed with him, and Steve felt like it was little more like home this way. And he’d rather be inside right now than standing outside in this hellish heat wave.

The sun was high in the sky, the temperature only climbing and it was already uncomfortable outside. Steve could feel the beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck, the forecast calling for record breaking highs for the weekend. He wasn’t looking forward to it to say the least, and knowing Tony they would be doing absolutely useless things to pass the time. He would pay for a distraction at this point.

The roaring of a large truck engine forced the super soldier from his thoughts, the impressive vehicle pulling sharply onto the compound parking lot with minimal effort. Dust settled as Steve’s blue eyes caught the familiar sight of Pepper Potts exiting the passenger side, fist pumping the air to loud rock and roll that was blaring out of the windows. Very unlike her.

“Honey uh who’s truck is that?! Are you leaving me!?” Tony coughed as he climbed out of his suit, the large mass of metal’s motor being shut off and the driver door thrown open.

“Of course not sweetheart. You wouldn’t last a day without me.” His confused look had the team chuckling as he kept darting his eyes from Pepper to the vehicle.

“Then who the hell is that?!”

“YOUR SURPRISE!” Tony raised an eyebrow as to why his wife was shouting all of a sudden, clearly not catching on.

On cue you jumped out of the truck, just like you two had discussed on the drive up to the headquarters, beaming at the large group of people.

You’d remember Tony’s elated smile for the rest of your days.

“SHORT STACK?! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You laughed as the brunette man came sprinting towards you, the nickname ringing in your ears as he picked you up slightly, pulling you into a spine crushing hug and making you drop your bag. In all the years you had known him, Tony had been like the older brother you never had. When Pepper started working for him you were visiting with your parents and the two of you hit it off instantly. After their unexpected death due to a car accident a year later, Stark and Pepper were some of the only ones there for you, you three becoming inseparable. It had killed a part of you to leave after the decimation, but he had reassured you it’s what your parents would have wanted you to do. You blinked back tears as you hugged the man fiercely.

“Hiya Snark. I’ve missed you too.” The two of you broke apart, Tony leaning back to hold you at arm’s length, taking in your well toned and tanned body.

“Look at you! I mean look at you! Was there something in the water overseas?” You smacked his arm as he went to hug you again, his obviously excited demeanor spreading over the others, although there was a small hint of nervousness in the air.

“Move it Stark, she’s got a line.” Nat scolded, pushing the man away from you so she could hug you herself, a girlish giggle leaving you as you returned it.

“Dig the hair Nat, you break my record yet?”

“I gave up three weeks in. Pinball just pisses me off.” She shrugged, reaching to give your shoulder a squeeze. Thor threatened to break you in half as he embraced you, Bruce choosing to shake your hand. You decided that the new version of the doctor would take some getting used to, but at least he was wearing shirts now. Your eyes met the uncertain ones of who you assumed had to be Bucky, Steve’s friend. So they brought you home after all huh?

“You must be Barnes. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/N.  Roger’s talked you up a lot.” He took your outstretched hand firmly, giving you a small smile and nodding.

“Did he now? Funny he never mentioned how he let your gorgeous face slip through his fingers.”

Your jaw went slack as you stared at the man, eyes widened in shock as he shamelessly raked his eyes over your figure. Sam took the chance to rush you, your breath escaping your lungs as he all but tackled you. Everyone laughed as Pepper went to grab your overstuffed duffel off the ground.

“Y/N I’m so happy to see you! It’s been years!”

“I know Sam, I’m sorry I stayed away for so long, just had to think of the bigger picture for awhile.”

“Please Y/N. You were helping people, kids with finding family, rebuilding businesses and houses. Even running soup kitchens for Christ’s sake. Don’t apologize.” He met your bewildered expression with a sincere smile. “Pepper kept us updated. You really didn’t think we would miss you?”

“I had to think of…”

“The bigger picture. We know.” You wanted to remove Sam’s smile off his perfect face when a certain tall blonde walked into your sights. He looked nothing short of amazing, even after these last few years. His hair was swept back into its usual style, his blue jeans and simple t shirt combo making you light headed and he got closer to you. Steve Rogers looked damn good. But you had always thought that.

“You got a hug for me too Doll? Or are you all out?” Your breath hitched at hearing his deep voice, his challenging tone making your heart race.

“Not sure Rogers, why dontcha come over here and find out?” You challenged back, his eyes glittering in amusement as he moved to wrap you in his arms. It never came though.

The large explosion off the side of the main building of the compound caused everyone to jump, panic taking over your senses as Tony reassured you no one was inside.

“That’s good to know Snark but what the fuck was that?!” Your nickname for the man only made him smile before he went speed walking off to go investigate, the rest of you following suit. The blown line of a/c compressors sizzled and popped angrily at you as you got close, Steve darting an arm out protectively in front of you. You let your eyes drink the sight of his large limb, the muscle groups flexing deliciously against the material of his shirt. Tony didn’t look amused.

“What the hell is your arm going to do Cap? You protecting Y/N or flexing your freakish flesh for her?” Tony snapped, the captain lowering his arm guiltily. Rolling your eyes at your cousin’s overprotective nature you stepped forward to take a gander at the busted machinery, the sparks and smoke rising from the group of metal. Tony ran his hand over his face with a sigh.

“Looks like I get to track down some new compressors. Y/N, come with me.” Stark commanded, your face looking to his in confusion as he began to head back towards the main doors.

“Me? Why me?” You asked, not understanding the clearly cranky male’s logic. He scoffed.

“You’re better at people than I am. And I don’t like how Rogers keeps staring at your ass.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, not even sparing the embarrassed blonde a glance as you hurried to catch up with the angry brunette. You could feel Steve’s heated gaze on your back as the two of you walked away, Tony turning around to shake his head at the soldier.

“You better put your eyes elsewhere before I knock them out of your skull soldier!” You contained the giggle that bubbled in the back of your throat as you heard Steve groan, the rest of the team looking on at the two of you and sharing curious expressions.

Later

“Yes I will let him know, thank you so much!” You hung up the phone with a defeated sigh, tossing it to Stark as you paced the living area of the compound. The sun had started to make its way towards the horizon, and after five phone calls you were finally gaining traction on your current mission.

“How many does that make?” Tony questioned, repositioning his sunglasses on top of his head like a suburban soccer mom and scribbling something down on a small note pad.

“That makes the six we need. Six compressors, three deliveries, two electricians to set it up come Monday. I’m sorry but that’s the soonest I could get them here.” You slouched onto the couch next to him, the billionaire lovingly patting your leg. You let your head rest on his shoulder, thinking about how F.R.I.D.A.Y had said earlier you had about 12 hours before the outside temperature would start to affect the building. That was about an hour ago.

“So much for a team building weekend, we should let the others know. I wish there was a way to punch hot weather in the face.” You muttered aimlessly as Tony continued to crunch numbers. His head shot up at you suddenly, a wide smile covering his tanned face.

“That’s it! Short stack you are a genius!”

“You’re welcome?” You nearly fell over on the couch as Tony leapt to his feet, offering you a hand before pulling you out of the living area and down the hall into the kitchens where the rest of the Avengers remained.

“You guys Y/N figured out how we still make this weekend work!”

“Oh yea? Does it include leaving this place until Monday and getting some actual sleep?” Came Nat’s sleepy reply, Bruce pouring her another cup of coffee.

“No! We’re going to work together to beat the heat!”

“Y/N I highly doubt this was your idea.” You shook your head at Sam, clearly you and Tony had completely different ideas on how you all were to spend the weekend. “And Tony it’s supposed to reach nearly a hundred and ten! Why the hell would we willingly be stuck here, with no a/c for essentially two days, in a hundred and ten degree heat?!”

“Because whoever is still here at the end of the weekend doesn’t have to come back for the next four months of team building.” Came your cousin’s response, everyone looking at Pepper with a look of admiration, well everyone except Tony.

“Alright I’m in.” Nat agreed, slamming her coffee mug down, Bruce giving his confirmation alongside Thor. Bucky looked warily at his teammates before sighing, nodding his head curtly in submission. Sam and Steve also agreed reluctantly, not really having a choice in the matter.

“What about Y/N? She’s not part of the team and she shouldn’t have to be stuck here with us!” Sam directed everyone’s attention to you, a small lump forming in your throat as you realized they were absolutely right. So how would you spin this to where they’d let you stay without thinking you were crazy? Chewing your bottom lip in thought, you didn’t miss Steve’s eyes darting from your eyes to your lips repeatedly, a darkened expression on his face before Bucky managed to lightly nudge him, motioning to Tony who was watching him like a hawk.

“I don’t have anything else to do. I don’t start work until Monday and I kind of wanted to catch up with all of you,” You smiled to all of them, Bucky looking extremely pleased with your answer as Stark raised a finger.

“Question. Where are you working and how come I wasn’t made aware that you’re staying here indefinitely?!”

“Don’t worry Snark I won’t be far, I just moved into my apartment over the last few days and I…”

“Last few days!?” Your cousin in law threw his hands up, “When did you decide you would be moving back?”

“Uh…five months ago?” The noise that emitted from Stark’s mouth couldn’t have been English, his eyes narrowing at his wife who only smiled brightly at her husband in kind. She was within good reason to feel accomplished, usually secrets never stayed silent when Tony went snooping.

“Well I for one am all for Y/N staying. We’ll need all the estrogen we can find to deal with you lot this weekend.” Nat chided, coming to stand next to you and patting you on the shoulder.

“Great it’s settled then.” Pepper smiled warmly at you, rounding the island in the kitchen and going to pull out supplies for a meal big enough for a small army. “Now who’s helping me cook dinner tonight?”

A rousing chorus of “Not it!” was heard as Tony took off running in the opposite direction, Steve and Bucky following suit. Within moments you found yourself alone with your red headed relative, the rest of the team becoming scarce to avoid having to cook or prepare.

“I didn’t want them to help anyway. This kitchen would end up looking like the compressors outside.” The two of you laughed as you turned on some light music and got to work. It felt nice to be back.

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Clinging to you

Asks - Hiii! How’re u? I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is dating cevans, and over hears I’m saying that she’s too clingy and he might break up with her? Then she avoids him for days. And the reason she’s clingy is bc she thinks she’s going to lose him? But chris didn’t know that and realizes how much he misses and loves her? Love ur page btw seriously - anon

Hiii! Can you do a fic with cevans x girl reader. She overheard him saying that she’s too clingy and sometimes he just wants to be alone and is thinking abt breaking up w her and so she ignores him for days but he doesn’t know why but they get into a fight about it after ? Basically angst to fluff? -

Thank you both for this amazing ask!! Here it is, hope you enjoy 💕

Summary - Chris is getting tired - tired of your clinginess to him. So much so, he wants to end your five year relationship - but how can you with a massive obstacle soon to be in the way?

Word count - 2.6k

Warnings - angst, swearing, fluff, mention of sex

M A S T E R L I S T

Photoshoots, Chris hated them. As much as he was a kind soul and wasn’t one to complain, he wasn’t having any of it today. A humid, gripping air hung around LA the whole day and the studio was no different, the air-con was trying it’s best to cool everyone but with the recent heatwave that had just passed, it just wasn’t enough.

Ever since he was a baby, Chris never liked the heat - period - it still made him as cranky, snappy and generally frustrated at the most mundane or innocent of things even now, thirty six years later.

Through all the hair styling, outfit changes, prop swapping, flashes and clicks of the camera, he was continuously keeping his cool - until you, literally, stepped through the door of the studio. He didn’t understand why but as of late, you had been rather clingy with him - far too clingy, if Chris had further words for it.

He hadn’t dared to say it to you yet but your incessant clinginess only made him want to tear away from you and call it quits. He was a lone spirit, an independent one at that and he just couldn’t stand the cramped feeling you gave him whilst you were around him.

You smiled, waved and said hi to him whilst the hairdressers were sorting his hair, like most would, you expected him to smile back and either tell you to come see him or say hey back but no, Chris just glared daggers into you, making your happy go-lucky smile drop in an instant. You didn’t digress too much over it however, you shrugged it off and went off to the lunchtime buffet that had just opened on the other side of the studio.

After a while, things weren’t adding up. The head photographer had called it time for lunch just over twenty minutes ago and Chris hadn’t showed up. With a huff, you asked his and your manager if he knew where he went, to which he replied ‘I think he went to his dressing room darling’, you thanked him and paced quickly to Chris’ room.

Halfway through your walk, a god-awful gut feeling stabbed your insides like a katana ‘what if he doesn’t want to see me? What if he’s mad at me?’ You shrugged off the thoughts, clenched your now incredibly valuable handbag closer to you and kept walking.

The dressing rooms were deadly silent bar your heeled sandals clicking on the tiled floor, a cool air whipped past your neck and made you hold your body whilst it shivered. Although it was from afar, you could hear Chris’ voice bellow through his dressing room and seep out of the flimsy door and its gaps, making you puzzle at the anger in his voice.

You didn’t want to knock the door and ask how he was, as bad as it was you wanted to listen to what on Earth had got him so riled up and moreover, who he was talking to.

As best as you could, you stayed pressed against the wall next to his door and steadied your breathing so you could hear what he had to say. “You have no clue how fucking ridiculous she’s being right now man,” who was he on about? “She’s driving me fucking insane with her constant fucking neediness!” He wasn’t talking about you..was he?

“Chris I’m sure it’s just a phase,” you knew who’s voice that was on the speakerphone, Scott. “Y/N’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Believe me when I say that bro,” wait...was Chris venting about you? Neediness? Your head began to spin with all the accusations.

“More like the worst thing to happen to me.” You could almost visualise Chris’ face when he said that about you. Unbeknownst to you, tears began to cascade down your cheeks freely at the painful words that Chris kept spewing out about you. “She really does make me want to run to the fucking hills Scott.”

“You don’t mean that Chris.”

“The fuck I do, Y/N’s just become too much for me and I can’t stick it anymore...how much will mom and dad hate me if I came back home without Y/N?” No, he wasn’t thinking about this now, of all the times right now he was choosing to do this now?

Before you actually let out a sob, you bolted straight out of there and straight to the ladies toilets to basically bawl your eyes out. You sat on the toilet seat and looked at the pristine photo that sat in your bag, waiting to be shown to the world and more importantly, to Chris; you couldn’t bare to look at the image after hearing what he had to say about you - his fiancée, his supposed ‘rock’, his ‘everything’ - was it all a lie?

After a twenty minute cry alone in the full toilets, you cleaned yourself up, refreshed your makeup and wandered out to an awaiting Chris and your manager. To your disgust, Chris smiled at you like as if you had come back to life from the grave and went to go and hug you but you ducked away from him with a coldness you never thought you’d have.

“Right then Y/N, are you ready?” Your manger asked you kindly, you were to feature in the magazine shoot alongside Chris - due to your own stardom - in some very pleasing photos.

“Actually, can I reschedule it for another day?” You smiled sadly at him and watched out the corner of eye Chris’ brows furrowing in question.

“I think I must’ve eaten something disagreeable and I kinda threw up in the toilet just now,” you partly lied clean through your teeth and smiled weakly at your manager, your colourless parlour catching his eye.

He was the first to know about your recent stomach bug that had lingered in you for the longest while now and was quick to understand your position right now, being sick in this heat must be awful.

“Of course, how about I bargain for this Friday? It’ll give a bit of time then,” he smiled and ignored Chris head moving from you to his manager a flurried way. Three days to get well again and do the appropriate precautions, a squeeze but perfect.

“Wonderful, thank you so so much Charles.” You sighed, waved your goodbyes to everyone bar Chris and paced off to your car in the parking lot.

Without notice, a large hand caught your forearm and pulled you back a step of two. “Where’re you going Y/N/N?” Chris partially snapped at you and tried to look you deep in the eye but the facade you put on prevented him from doing so.

“I’m going home Chris,” You snapped and yanked your hand out of his vice-like grip with such a strength, it made him look twice. Chris panicked, he needed to talk to you and ask you where you were going.

As quick as he could, his hand caught yours and held you still. “Why? Y/N what’s going on?” Chris whined and pleaded to you like a child who wanted his favourite candy. You clicked your teeth and yanked your hand away again, this time taking a step away for precautions sake and kept your handbag close to you.

“Nothing that’d concerns you.” You snapped furiously and steamed away to your car around the back of the studio, your hand holding the side of your stomach protectively.

What a mess the supposed best day of your life had turned out to be.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-

Instead of holing yourself up for the rest of the afternoon and evening, you chose to be as productive as possible with your free time before Chris came back home to your shared LA home.

You out all your clothes in suit protectors int he wardrobe and kept everything neatly together in case the worst came to be tonight, you cleaned the house, baked a chocolate cake for all times sake, took Dodger for a walk around the local trail and emptied your valuables from your shared safe in your dresser.

By the time the photo shoot was finished and they were packing away, you were all set for the worst and was calmly watching the evening lights flicker in the distance, your feet dangling peacefully in the pool, Dodger laying next to you and your phone.

Like the devil’s calling, you could hear the said actor’s car pulling into the driveway, the engine stop and the door slam shut with a loud slam that jolted Dodger out of his dazed slumber. Before Dodger could get up and run to see Chris, he had already come through the door and likewise, slammed it shut with a fury that made you sick to stomach.

“Y’know you can sometimes be a real bitch Y/N Y/L/N!” Chris yelled and echoed through the entire house, his footing more like stomps as he neared your form by the pool. Dodger jumped out of the way and paced back in the house, as if he already knew to leave his parents alone.

“It’s part of my speciality.” You deadpanned and kept your head forward, refusing to look at Chris who stood beside you.

“Sixteen times Y/N, sixteen times I called and you never answered. Lord knows how many times I text you.” Chris ranted and raved and paced back and forth behind you. You didn’t budge though, you just stared off into the distance holding your tongue from saying something real bad.

“Look who’s being the clingy one now, Christopher.” You chided with a dead-like face and smiled internally once the pacing stopped and you could feel Chris’ eyes on your head. Chris’ heart dropped mike and miles at your words and immediately thought back to the heated conversation he had with Scott earlier.

He couldn’t articulate any words and only looked at you stunned. “No words now, hm? You seemed to have plenty earlier, didn’t you Christopher?” This time your urned to look him dead in the eye with a glare that could easily freeze over hell and its counterparts.

Slowly, you rose to your feet and stood only a few inches away from Chris’ sullen form, eyeing him up as of you were going to murder him.

‘How did you hear...” Chris trailed off and let his mouth go slack at the sight of you, red eyed and pale as a dead person - he did this to you, he knew it.

You scoffed at the Bostonian as if he had said something utterly ridiculous. “C’mon Chris, anyone at leat ten foot away could hear you slagging me off!” You snapped and pushed past him back into the house, your feet getting especially wet.

“I wasn’t slagging you off!” Chris suddenly shouted from the patio doors, making you stop dead in your tracks.

“Weren’t you? Cause it sure fucking sounded like that Chris.” You snapped him off again and began to walk to the staircase.

“I had every right to do so Y/N!” Chris’ voice echoed around the house and made you stop again, this time with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“You’ve been so clingy and up in my business lately, it’s driving me fucking insane. ‘Oh Chris help me here. Chris can I come with you here. Can I come with you there. Can you tell me this, that and the other. Come with me here Chris. Do this Chris. Do that Chris.’ Do you get what I’m saying Y/N?” Chris yelled at you shaking form and didn’t let up, not like he saw your shaking anyways.

“You’re clingy Y/N, admit you did wrong and apologise.” Chris demanded and it made your blood boil in rage. Apologise? Apologise for being unwell? Apologise for being pregnant with his child? Your stubbornness wouldn’t allow it.

Instead of doing the usuals yell at each other gimmick, you turned around and sulked towards him as if you were sorry, as if you had a lot to apologise for. Chris’ cold glare never left you whilst you stood before him, your eyes plastered to the floor. “Tomorrow is coming Y/N. Anything would do.”

Without any second thought, you stood straight and slapped him straight across the face, sending him stumbling back a step or two. “Give me a fucking break Evans! Five years we’ve been together and you were willing to throw it all under the bus and run away just because I’ve been a little clingy lately?” You screeched at him, not daring to hold back.

“I hope you’ve got a big heart because I’ve fucking over this bullshit. You wanna throw away us, fine but just remember, you’ll also be throwing away a possible son or daughter too.” Your voice broke into a sob near the end of your speech. You couldn’t stand it anymore, to stand here in his presence was making you feel light on your feet in the worst possible way.

You didn’t bother to look back at Chris and bolted for the stairs, cradling your small bump and holding your head in the process. Your ran to your once-shared bedroom and shut the door tight, your legs giving away and crumbling from beneath you once your back hit the thick wood.

It could’ve been minutes or hours later, you felt yourself being hoisted off the floor bridal style and placed gently on your bed. Your eyes fluttered at the sudden feeling of wet salty lips on your own, you didn’t know what to do; reciprocate the kiss or leave it?

Reciprocate or leave?

No matter how cumbersome his words were on your mind, Chris was your one love, your fiancé, your everything and you couldn’t imagine anyone else filling that role; ever.

Just before he was going to pull away, your smaller hands flew to his bearded cheeks and pulled him back down to kiss you like never before. It was a kiss that neither of you had ever shared before, it was so powerful, so loving and so apologetic you couldn’t help but allow Chris’ frame to slide in between your legs and his arms circle around you like a warm blanket.

Once you opened your eyes, you were met with the face of a scared, broken and elated Chris who looked like he had been slapped square in the face with - oh wait, he had.

You tentatively touched the bright red area and watched him wince at the touch, much to your horror. “What did I do to you..” you mumbled in a breath and rubbed his other cold, wet cheek with your thumb.

“No baby, what did I do to you?” Chris’ forehead leant against yours lovingly and stared into you Y/E/C eyes longingly.

“Where shall I start?” You tried to lighten the mood with your joke but it seemed to be taken the other way once Chris’ lips met yours again in a steamy, passionate kiss.

“Let me make it up to you Y/N...” Chris sighed into your mouth, hooked one of your legs around his hips and ground his forming erection softly against your core, giving you the precise idea he had.

“So long as you don’t go a-wall on us again, then yes. Love me, Chris.” You sighed at the motion down below and slowly under the belt of Chris’ jeans.

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A/N: if anyone’s up for it, I’m thinking of doing a small smut following this watery ass ending lol. If anyone’s interested ofc * (:

*A/N: since school stuff has got mega crazy all of a sudden I may put a future smut off until I can get around to it!! So sorry everyone!! )):

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Proving Your Worth part 7 || Jonathan Toews

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: the ever important ‘what are we doing?’ talk.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2287

Y/N’s game outfit: 

Jon’s suit:

Jon’s loungewear:

Jon’s apartment (see the subsequent post in 008 tag)

As the next two weeks of November flew by, you were fairly certain that you’d never been happier in your life. When the Hawks were on the road, Jon texted you throughout the day and while your conversations never got too deep, it was nice just to have someone to talk to again that wasn’t family. It had been years since you’d had anyone that you felt you could share bits and pieces of your life with. Just like you’d promised, for your third date you’d cooked and you and Jon had just stayed in, eating and watching a movie on Netflix. The Chicken Parmesan you’d made seemed to go over well with Jon and snuggling on the couch made you feel safe, something you’d never felt with a man before. When you woke up the next morning you were tucked into your bed and Jon’s scratchy handwriting was on a note next to the bed commenting on how you’d passed out mid-movie and that he’d text you when they got to Philadelphia the following day.

During the second road trip you’d started Christmas shopping and while deciding what to buy your family was hard enough, you knew that shopping for Jon would be nearly impossible if you didn’t have the talk that was lingering above you. He had started to use plural tones on occasion such as asking how the two of you were instead of how you were when he called, but you still hadn’t actually talked about the baby you were carrying or how he felt about it all. Not knowing left you feeling insecure and anxious about letting him too close and you were sure he’d noticed your distance when your texts were brief the entire weekend.

____

Jon was well aware of the fact that he needed to talk to you about what both of you wanted moving forward. It wasn’t a conversation that could happen over the phone though and with three road games over the course of a week, it was the last thing he honestly wanted to get into with the little bit of time you did have together.

The afternoon before the Rangers game though, it became evident that you couldn’t wait much longer. When he arrived at the arena it was clear that you were staying for the game by the fact that your office was locked but your things were still visible through the window on the door. Though he’d been hoping to see you it was probably best for his focus that he didn’t.

Still, as he sat down in his locker he couldn’t help but peek at the ultrasound picture, trying to figure out what he was going to say to you when he got the chance.

“Earth to Jon…” Hearing his name he looked up to see Sharpy standing above him, inquiring look on his face as he motioned to Jon’s phone. “I’d ask what that is but that would be a stupid question so instead I’ll ask why.”

Cursing under his breath Jon sighed, he was certainly an idiot for being stupid enough to get caught with the picture. Although his brain raced to come up with a lie, he knew that Sharpy would see right through it. You were certainly going to kill him because you hadn’t told anyone other than your boss...not even your parents.

Grabbing his skates to sharpen them he motioned for Patrick to follow him after tucking his phone back in his pocket. The noise of the grinder would make it harder for anyone to hear them and once they were alone Jon found himself spilling all of the thoughts he’d been holding back the past month.

“This stays between us...not a word to anyone.” With the face that had gotten him his nickname in place he continued, voice as quiet as possible. “She hasn’t told anyone else, not even her parents so this can’t get out to anyone.”

Once Sharpy had motioned that his lips were sealed as long as he explained, Jon gave him what he wanted. “I’ve been seeing Y/N...from business operations.”

“And you knocked her up?” Sharpy was quick to jump in with the accusation and Jon ran his fingers through his hair as he quickly shook his head.

“She was pregnant before we started dating. It’s complicated.” There was no way he was even going to try to explain the whole sperm bank thing.

“So you’re dating a pregnant chick...how’s that going to work?”

“Honestly I don’t know. She and I need to sit down and really talk about it.” Jon whispered as he turned the grinder off, his skates as sharp as they could possibly be. “I think I kind of already adore that baby and I might just be falling for its mother.” With nothing else left to say as he tried to process his own admission, Jon headed back to the locker room to resume his pregame routine.

Admittedly, he wasn’t on his game the way he should have been, luckily Anisimov had one hell of a night and scored his first career hat trick. At the end of the game, Jon chipped in an empty-netter but was still frustrated with himself. Heading into the locker room he managed to avoid the media and instead quickly showered and changed before walking over to your office in hopes that you were still here.

Your door was open and your light still on so he popped his head inside, all of the grouchy feelings fading when he saw you gathering up your things dressed in grey yoga pants, a Hawks sweatshirt, a hat on your head and tennis shoes on your feet. You were adorable and rapping his knuckles against your door frame he quickly moved to wrap an arm around you, kissing you gently.

____

Sitting up in the executive suite, you could tell as soon as the puck dropped that Jonathan wasn’t fully there. An inkling feeling told you that it was your fault and that made a normally pleasant game just slightly uncomfortable. Thankfully, he’d at least scored the empty netter and you could only hope that a strong team win in combination with that would help his mood.

As you walked back to your office you shot him a text to see if he wanted to spend a few hours with you before you both crashed from exhaustion. Waiting in your office for twenty minutes with no response you figured that he wasn’t in a very good mood and gathered your things to take the L back home. As you grabbed your keys, you heard a rapping on your door and as you looked up, a strong arm wrapped around you and immediately you recognized its owner as he pressed his lips onto your own.

“Hey…” You murmured taking in the sight of him in his suit, your color palettes very similar except for his burgundy as opposed to Blackhawks red. It was hard to read his mood so brushing back a strand of hair you fought back a yawn, waiting to see if he’d speak. When he didn’t you knew that you had to say something.

“It’s my fault you were off your game tonight isn’t it?” Though it would hurt if he agreed, it was easier to get right to the point instead of delaying with small talk. After a moment in which his hand rubbed against your side, he responded.

“Yes.” Hearing him agree, your stomach sunk and you felt like you were going to throw up at the same time. “I think we need to sit down and talk, figure out what we both want from this moving forward, clear the air.” What he was requesting was completely reasonable since you both knew it needed to happen but you were still absolutely terrified that like all of the men before him, he was going to pull away and tell you that he didn’t want to put up with all of your baggage anymore.

Not another word was spoken until we’d not only pulled into his parking garage, but entered his massive Chicago penthouse. Dropping his bag on the floor and urging you to set your things down as well, Jon moved to grab a water for you and a Gatorade for himself from his fridge. You’d never actually been to his apartment before and you couldn’t help but look around at each item, figuring out what they described about him. Honestly, you were just trying to avoid getting lost in your own thoughts, knowing that it would end with you spiraling.

Overall, the space was exactly what you’d pictured him living in and after a moment you moved to the windows taking in the absolutely incredible views. Your view was of the city itself but it honestly wasn’t very good, his however, it wouldn’t surprise you if he bought this based on view alone.

When he handed you your water you shot a strained smile his way before moving to sit on one of his couches, feet curled up under you. You needed to hear what he had to say before you let yourself say anything because if he was going to reject you it wouldn’t matter what you wanted. For a moment he disappeared before returning in sweats and a t-shirt himself and taking the spot on the other end of the couch, tugging your feet into his lap. Feeling your stomach twist because of the confusion of his mixed signals you sighed before speaking.

“Can you please start talking before I end up puking…” You pleaded tucking your hands against your stomach.

“Relax Y/N…” Jon murmured, his fingers teasing over your legs. “Yes you were the reason that I was off my game tonight but only because I was trying to figure out what to say when we sat down to have this conversation.” You couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing and did your best to mask your emotions until he continued.

“We both know that things are more...complex...because of the baby so let’s just ignore that for three minutes.” It was pretty much impossible for you to ignore your baby so you shot a glare at him before giving into his request.

“Okay. For the next three minutes, I’m not pregnant. Continue.” You declared still confused and anxious.

“If there was no baby involved what would you want us to be?” He asked and while you didn’t really want to put your end of things out there, he’d done nothing the past month except be as supportive as possible and beyond good to you.

“I’d want to see where things go, let the feelings continue to develop.” That seemed like a safe enough response and when he nodded you let out a deep breath.

“And with the baby, do you feel the same?”

“I think I should be the one asking you that.” After all, you knew what you were getting into when you tried to get pregnant, he didn’t exactly sign up for all of this, at least not beyond a few dates.

“Will you answer me first?” He asked, his tone showing just an iota of annoyance at your avoidance of the question.

“Fine. Being pregnant makes me want to be a lot more cautious because it’s not just me that could get hurt, it’s my child and this baby means more to me than anything else probably ever could.” At the same time though, you knew you hadn’t been as cautious as you should have been so far, he made it really hard not to just give in to him.

“But you still want to see where things go?” He confirmed and when you nodded he seemed to relax a bit. “I’ll be blunt Y/N...I never expected to get involved with someone that was pregnant, especially when it’s not biologically my baby.” What he was saying wasn’t really anything new but you needed to know where he was going with this, your hands shaking slightly.

“I never expected to get involved with someone that was expecting but…” Shifting from his spot at your feet, Jon moved and pulled you to stand face to face with him while he continued, his left hand cupping your face while his right moved to your stomach. “But you are unlike anyone else I’ve ever met. I want to share every post-game victory with you and just curl up on the couch after every loss. I want to be here as this baby continues to grow and I want to play whatever role you want me to in his or her life. I want to take you home to my mom and hang your ultrasound pictures in my locker for everyone to see. I’ve done a lot of thinking about how you being pregnant would impact a blossoming relationship and while we’ll certainly have to make sure that we balance our focus between us and the baby as equally as possible I want to pursue a future with you, with both of you.”

By the time he finished speaking, tears were pouring down your cheeks and you honestly didn’t know how to respond. How is it possible that such an amazing man actually wants to explore a future with you regardless of the fact that he didn’t help make the baby you’re carrying. There weren’t words to describe how you were feeling so instead you stretched onto the tips of your toes and pulled him down into a heady kiss, pouring out everything you couldn’t say with your actions.

“I think you should take me to bed.”

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The Beauty of a Beast - part 6

Characters: Y/N Singer, Castiel, Jack, Crowley (mentioned), Balthazar, Chuck, Charlie, Gabriel - future pairing of Gabriel x reader

Words: 1300+

Beta-reader: @nobodys-baby-now​

Chapter summary: After dinner you decide to break the number one rule; don’t go into the west wing.

A/N: I cut part of this out and added it to chapter 7. Also this is an au where Jack, Lucifer, and Castiel have a healthy familial relationship

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Part 6 - Be Our Guest

You sat yourself down at a long and elegant dining room table. Castiel had ushered you here after some tea, Jack trailing closely behind, his positive attitude brightening up your strange and unpleasant evening.

Crowley had suggested, or rather insisted on a clothing change, claiming that you could use a better outfit. The tailor did have good taste. The clothes you wore were warm and much cleaner than what you previously had on.

Before you on the table was a meal you would only have on a holiday, though Castiel had told you it wasn’t much. A bowl of stew was in the middle, steam rising from it surrounding you with scents of fresh vegetables and herbs. Next to that was a plate of bread, a dish of butter and a knife next to it. In the front was a glass of water and one of wine.

“Our guest of honour!” Balthazar smiled. He walked down the length of the table towards you. “I see you’ve met Cas and Jack.”

You nodded. “So is Jack… his son?”

“Nephew.” A grand piano in the corner corrected. “Castiel is my brother.”

“That’s Lucifer.” Chuck explained.

“I can’t exactly visit my son in the kitchen. As you can see, I’ve grown quite a bit and can’t fit through the door.” Lucifer laughed. “But those two come see me. Cas cares for Jack when I can’t. I mean his mother…”

“Hasn’t been with us for a while.” Jack finished for his father.

Lucifer made a sound like he was clearing his throat, though it was more like a few low keys being played. “Yep.”

You picked up your spoon and started on the stew. It tasted as good as it smelled. When you’d finished a bit, you asked “How long have you been here?”

Chuck thought it over. “To be honest, we’ve lost track of time. The weather doesn’t change. We don’t seem to age, nor does the master. I guess the only way to be certain is to count the fallen p-”

“-pages of a calendar!” Balthazar cut in with an over enthusiastic voice. “Shame we don’t have one. Point is it’s been a long time. Too long.”

“Right…” You muttered, eyeing the candelabra before returning your focus to your meal. “Do you guys eat at all?”

Balthazar shook his head. “No. The master still does though. Some of us sleep, though we don’t need it. There just isn’t a lot else to do here.”

“So you were all human once. Even the beast?” You asked. “How did this happen?”

Nobody answered for a while. Everyone shared glances and unspoken words.

“Sometimes some questions are best left unanswered.” Castiel finally said.

When you’d finished your meal, everyone agreed it was time for you to go to bed. You offered to help clean up, but Chuck assured you it wasn’t necessary.

“Get some sleep,” Castiel instructed. “We can clean up here.”

You sighed. “Okay, okay. Thank you all again. You’re all too kind to me.”

“A little kindness goes a long way.” Charlie chirped, smiling.

Her smile was contagious. You could feel the corners of your mouth turn up.

So you left the dining room. The sun had long since set,  and the lamps along the wall lit your way. You headed up the stairs and to the-

You instinctively reached for the right hand banister, yet you couldn’t help but stop and turn towards the left staircase. Nothing was really stopping you from exploring the west wing. The servants were busy. The beast was nowhere to be seen. Just what was in there that you couldn’t know about? What secrets did this castle hide?

Against the instructions of the enchanted servants, you walked up the stairs to the west wing.

By comparison, the rest of the castle was in perfect condition. With every step you took up the stairs, dust rained down from the ceiling. The hall at the top hall was dark, yet you could still see the faded, peeling wallpaper. The west wing was a mirror image of the east. There were two large doors that were similar to those of the room you were staying in.

Your hand reached up and pulled open one of the doors. The creaking noise reverberated throughout the empty hall. Quickly and quietly, you slipped inside. Only after you entered, it hit you; this was the Beast’s room.

The room was massive, easily the biggest bedroom in the entire castle, illuminated by many candles. Against one wall was an unmade four poster bed. One of its curtains had fallen to the ground and laid in a pool of fabric. Golden and copper feathers were scattered around the floor.

Above the fireplace was an oil painting, destroyed by claw marks. Large scratches covered the face of a man. Carefully, you raised your hand and moved some of the torn canvas back into place.

He appeared to be around your age, and very, very handsome. The man’s face was more curved than angular. His nose was prominent and sharp, the tip of it ended with a faint little divot. His lips were well defined, the top one sticking a little further out in an overbite. Chin length hair that seemed to be a caramel between blonde and brown was slicked back, curls forming at the nape of his neck.

And his eyes… those eyes were familiar. A rare shade of amber. Deep, captivating, and beautiful. But cold and heartless. They seemed identical to that of… the Beast?

“No way…” You couldn’t help but murmur.

As you turned away you could see this room seemed to branch off into another one. This second area was more elevated, surrounded by panes of glass instead of walls and a ceiling. Some was broken, letting snowflakes float down to the ground. An open door lead to a large balcony that overlooked an unkempt garden.

In the middle of this room was a table. On the centre of it was a glass cloche, its surface intricately carved, containing a single rose. Somehow, it stood with nothing to hold it up. A soft light seemed to originate from the red petals. A few of those red petals had fallen and collected at the base, where they had shrivelled up. You could easily count the number that still remained on the stem.

You walked up the couple of steps to see the rose closer. It was magic, no doubt about it. Was a rose worth hiding? Was it worth this much secrecy? You reached your hand out to touch the glass cloche when a thud shook the ground.

The Beast had landed on the balcony, a snarl forming on his face. His wings were spread wide, casting a terrifying shadow. “What are you doing?! You shouldn’t be in here!” He growled as he stormed inside.

Quickly, you stepped away from the rose. The Beast seemed furious, even more sore than when you had refused dinner. Yet his voice wavered with the slightest hint of fear.

“No no no no! What did you do to it?!” The creature demanded, putting his paws on the glass and inspecting the flower.

“N- nothing!” You stammered. “I-”

“Get out.” The Beast growled. He turned you you, those amber eyes filled with anger. “GET OUT!”

You sure as hell didn’t have to be told twice. You ran as fast as your feet could carry you, out the room, down the hall, down the stairs.

Charlie flew by you as you approached the main staircase. “Wait, weren’t you going to-”

Ignoring her, you pressed on. The rest of the staff were exiting the dining hall and saw you attempting an escape.

“Wait!” Balthazar pleaded. “Please!”

“He said get out, so I’m getting the fuck out!” You yelled back.

“B-b-but it’s dangerous!” Chuck stuttered.

“Not as dangerous as the beast in here.”

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Concrete Jungle

Daveed Diggs x Original Fem. Character

Synopsis: Emerson O'Connor has always dreamed of playing in a Broadway pit orchestra. After fleeing Boston to move back home to New York, she is approached by Lin and her whole world changes. But moving to a new city to get away from her past may not be as simple as she originally hoped.

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Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

Chapter Two: Living Arrangements

That Sunday morning, I put on a nice outfit -- a navy blue floral dress, mustard yellow cardigan, and knee high brown riding boots -- and made my way to the train station early. I used my commuter pass to catch the express train to Grand Central Station. While I sat on the train, I watched out the window with a new perspective. I was 26 years old and finally... finally fulfilling my dreams. I thought after I moved back to New York from Boston because everything there fell apart that I was stepping backwards. But it seemed it was quite the opposite.

I loved taking the train. It was one of my favorite things. Especially into New York, since I hadn’t ever gotten to do it that often when I was a teenager. All my friends would go down to the city in groups to see concerts or just be tourists. But my mom never let me go. So when I did, it was a treat. I was fascinated by Harlem. All the street art and basketball courts. It was a completely different world that had only ever been a few hours away. Then the train would plunge into darkness. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out the subway tunnels as we trundled by.

I followed the crowd of people exiting the train about two hours from curtain. I breathed in the stale stench of the underground and train exhaust. I loved it. It meant I was back. It meant I was here. Where I belonged. I made my way up to the street and decided what I wanted to do. Lin asked me to come by the theater an hour before curtain, which meant with travel time I had about thirty minutes to do whatever I wanted. I decided to catch an Uber to the Nintendo store and kill time playing some games on their massive TV.

When it was time to walk over to the theater, I was feeling really good. I tried to ignore the slight sense of creeping anxiety as I pushed my way across Times Square. I never liked big crowds, but I knew I’d have to get used to it eventually. When I got to the Richard Rogers, there was already a long line of people waiting outside. All eyes were on me as I went up to the entrance doors and knocked to get the attention of a young woman standing a little ways inside. She came over to the door and cracked it open a little.

“Hi, I’m Emerson O’Connor. I’m here to see Lin.” I said as quietly as I could. The girls at the front of the queue were focused intently on me and I didn’t want to make it seem like if they just went up and knocked they could get in.

“Oh! Yes, yes. Come in quickly.” the girl said, pulling me inside.

She shut the door firmly behind us and then headed over to the ticket counter, “Hey, Candice, can you page Lin? That girl is here to see him.”

I waited in the lobby for a little while before Lin burst through a side door in jeans and a grey hoodie, “Em! My bestie! You made it!” he said cheerily, coming over to hug me.

“Yeah, of course.” I said.

“Come! Come! Everyone is so excited to meet you!”

“Everyone?” I asked nervously.

“Oh yeah! Come mami !”

I followed him back through the side door into a long hallway. At the end it turned a corner and I could suddenly hear voices and singing. I trailed behind him and he turned suddenly into the first room. I was immediately greeted by a room full of voices. It was a mix of words and it took me a moment to get them all sorted out. When I did, I realized I was standing in front of the majority of the cast and crew.

“Em! Meet Alex!” Lin said, tugging gently on my arm to steer me towards a tall man with curly hair and dark neatly trimmed beard.

“Emerson! Yes! It’s so great to finally meet you!” Alex said, holding out a hand for me to shake.

I took it and shook firmly, “Yes, you too.”

“I was watching some of your YouTube videos. You’re ability with the cello is very impressive. Were you also playing some other instruments on those tracks? Or were they synthesized?” he asked.

“Yes, actually...” I started. “I started on violin when I was little. I also play bass, a little ukulele, and piano. Though I can’t say I’m very good.”

“Awesome! Very cool. Well, I am so excited to get you started. I can give you a copy of the score a little later, so you can get to work.”

“Great, yeah. I’d really like to get a headstart.”

“Of course! I’ll get it to you before you head back home tonight.”

“Okay, so now everyone!” Lin said, satisfied I had met Alex. “Everyone! Meet Emerson! Our new cellist!” he announced.

I turned my focus back to the rest of the room where all eyes were on me, “Hello, everyone!”

‘Everyone’ waved and then a few people scattered. Clearly Lin had made as many people as he could come to greet me whether they had other things to do or not. A few people came over to introduce themselves including some of the ensemble members and the pit bassist. Lin insisted I meet some of the main cast members and dragged me over to where they were all convened on the couch together. I stood there feeling slightly flustered as Lin gave me all their names at once.

“You have such a pretty name, where does it come from?” an Asian woman named Pippa asked me, her smile glittering and beautiful.

“Oh, well my parents both really loved Emerson, Lake, and Palmer. But it also derives from Emer, who was the wife of this wicked cool Celtic warrior.”

“Wow! That’s so cool!” she said.

The lights in the room flashed and I checked my watch, 45 minutes to curtain. The room started emptying, people excusing themselves to head to their dressing rooms to get ready for the show. Lin decided this would be a good time for me to see the pit before he had to leave me himself. So he pointed me in the right direction, told me to come find him in his dressing room after the show, before I cautiously made my way back down the hall and through a door into the theater. Alex had his head sticking out of the trap door in the pit and he smiled when he saw me come in.

“Emerson! Come see your new home!” he said, waving me over.

He pointed to the door and I let myself in, shutting it behind me. It was a small pit, there weren’t very many live players since it was half pre-recorded beats anyway. Most of the musicians were already there, getting warmed up and tuning their instruments. Alex showed me where I would be sitting, close to the back corner of the room next to the bassist and a violinist. I introduced myself and was sincerely thanked by the violinist, who had been covering some of the cello parts on a viola in the interim. With only ten minutes to curtain, Alex showed me how to get up into the private box where Lin had reserved my seat.

I sat there alone, reading through the playbill until the lights dimmed. The music started like a explosion and I could already feel myself getting emotional at the thought that soon I would be a part of it. I tried my best to divide my attention between the music and the acting but found myself quickly getting overwhelmed. Every break between songs was enough time for me to recompose myself. I was thankful I had stuffed a pack of tissues into my purse. By intermission I was practically leaping out of my seat, ready to get started.

When the show was all done, I headed to the bathroom to reapply my makeup since I had managed to cry most of it off through the closing number. When I went to go through the door to the dressing rooms, I was stopped only until I explained my situation. Then they quickly apologized and let me pass. I headed down the hall, past the green room and then started reading the names on the doors, looking for Lin’s. I found it at the very end of the hall and knocked gently on the closed door.

“Who is it?” he called in a sing-song voice.

“It’s Emerson.” I answered back.

“Oh, come in, mami ! Come in!”

I hesitated for a second before pushing the door open to his small dressing room. A massive L shaped couch was crammed in one corner facing his dressing table and there was a shelf stacked with books and a small TV set up with an xBox. Lin was stretched out on the chaise, already in street clothes, playing what looked to me like Destiny. When I went to shut the door again he shook his head.

“Nah, just leave it open and come chill.” he said, patting the couch next to him.

When I sat down, he passed me the controller, “Do you play video games?” he asked.

He was playing some quick matches, which were easy enough. I had only played Destiny a few times on other friend’s consoles, so I wasn’t incredibly good. But I was definitely holding my own. “Oh yeah, mostly PlayStation though.” I said.

“What did you think of the show?” he asked eagerly.

“It was incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever cried over a musical more in my life. And I’ve seen Phantom and RENT live.” I answered.

“I’m so glad you loved it! That’s so exciting. I think you’re going to be really happy here.”

I glanced away from the TV to smile at Lin, “I think so too.”

Suddenly someone appeared in the corner of my vision at Lin’s door, knocking on it, “Hey, I wanted to ask you about that change you were talking about for Lafayette?” they said to Lin, clearly not noticing me sitting there.

“Oh yeah! For sure.” I had just started a new match and had commandeered a sparrow, taking off to find a good sniping position to try out Lin’s high level sniper rifle. Lin started talking like my being there was commonplace, “I think in Yorktown it might be cool to play Lafayette a little more cocky. You know, man? Like...he got all his French brethren to help us. I think he would be more proud of that.”

I glanced up from the screen for just a moment to see a tall man with wild curly hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and big lips looking directly at me, “Right, of course.” he said, responding to the suggestion, eyes dragging back to Lin.

“Oh! Daveed! Duh! This is Emerson, our new cellist. Sorry, I forgot you hadn’t met yet!” Lin said quickly.

“How’s it going?” Daveed said, smirking at me.

I tried my best to look at him to respond, but I had died and respawned right in the middle of the map where it seemed every player from the other team just happened to be camping out. “Good, sorry...fucking game...right in the middle of...OH NO YOU DON’T!” I shouted at the TV as a guy tried to sneak up behind me and mele me. I heard Lin and Daveed laugh as I spun around to kill that guy, only to be shot by someone from across the map. “Fuck!”

“Wow!” Lin chuckled.

I put the controller down on the couch, “Sorry, excuse me.”

“It ain’t no thang, chica .” Lin said, picking up the controller for himself.

When I looked over at Daveed, who was still standing in the door, he was looking at me intensely. I stood up and took a step so I could shake hands with him, “Hi, I’m Emerson. It’s nice to meet you.”

I wasn’t especially short, but Daveed seemed to tower over me. His hand engulfed mine when he took it, shaking it gently as if he didn’t want to crush it, “Nice to meet you, too. So you’re joining our crazy little family here, huh?”

I nodded, “Yes, soon hopefully. I was just fired from my last job so...soon.” I answered.

“You were fired?” Daveed asked.

Lin laughed behind me, “Oh yeah. And it was my fault too.”

Daveed raised an eyebrow, “How was it your fault?”

“Her theater put on In The Heights last week. I went to go see it, fell in love with her, so I went to offer her the job here. Apparently word got around her company and people got pissy. So her director fired her.” Lin explained for me, not looking up from his game.

“Is that right?” Daveed said.

I nodded, “Yeah, completely ridiculous. But maybe it was meant to be.”

“Maybe...” Daveed said smokily, something sparking deep down in his umber eyes.

“I promised Em dinner, do you wanna join us, D?” Lin offered, finishing his match and standing up to return the controller to the shelf.

Daveed shook his head, his curls undulating around his head, “No can do, man. Not tonight at least. Promised Rafa I’d work on some Clipping tracks with him tonight.”

“Oh is he in town?”

“No, we’ll probably Skype or something. But he’s getting antsy to hear the new stuff.”

“It’s cool, it’s cool.” Lin said.

“Well have a good night, you two.” Daveed said. He smiled down at me, flashing teeth, “Emerson...”

“Daveed.” I said, feeling my ears getting hot under his gaze.

Daveed left and I could feel Lin grinning behind me, but I chose to ignore him. When I turned around he had already moved on, shuffling around his dressing table gathering his wallet and other belongings. Once he was satisfied he had everything, I followed him out of his dressing room back down the hall. He poked his head into every room that still had people in it, seeing if anyone wanted to join us for dinner. In the end, everyone but Alex had plans already, so it seemed it would just be the three of us. We called an Uber and Alex handed me a thick, one inch binder that held the cello score.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think you’ll have a hard time picking it up.” Alex assured me. “From what I heard about your performance of In The Heights , this will be a cake walk.”

The Uber arrived and we hurried to climb in before anyone noticed Lin. I was sandwiched between the two men and I opened the score to flip through some of the pages, “Oh for sure. My high school always used professional level music. So I’m used to it. We never played the arranged stuff.”

“Did I tell you? Em’s a total boss. She ripped open a callus during the performance and kept playing!” Lin raved.

Alex chuckled, “I remember you telling me, Lin.”

I shut the binder, “I’m really excited to get started. But I still need to find a place to live.” I said.

“Oh yeah! I did look into that!” Lin said.

The Uber pulled up in front of a restaurant and we clambered out onto the sidewalk. I followed the men inside and a host led us to a quiet round booth at the back of the room. I slid in, yet again flanked on both sides by the two gentlemen and tucked my purse and the binder down by my feet. Before we could even get into what Lin had looked into, a waiter came over to take our drink orders. Lin ordered a beer, Alex a glass of red wine, and I ordered a Jack and Coke. Once the waiter was gone, Lin pulled out his phone.

“So I don’t know what your budget is right now, but I have a handful of options.” he started, scrolling through his phone. “There’s a studio open in Harlem where my friend lives for $950 a month. I think one of the lighting guys was telling me his building had a vacant apartment for twelve hundred. And then Daveed mentioned the other day that he had an extra room at his place he was willing to rent out for $450.”

“Daveed as in the Daveed I met earlier?” I asked.

I could feel Alex’s smug smile, “Yeah yeah. He's got a tiny brownstone up near the tram for Roosevelt Island. Nice place.” He said.

“Well uh...I'd have to think about it of course.” I mumbled, not sure how I felt about the flush creeping up my neck or the way Alex and now Lin were smiling like they knew something I didn't.

“Of course of course! Just let me know what you want to do and I can put you in touch with whomever.” Lin said. Our waiter came back with our drinks and while the men weren't looking I took two big gulps to calm my nerves. Lin turned back to me, “I know I’ve asked a million times. But I’m just too damn excited. When do you want to start?”

“Well I suppose I could make the commute a few times this week before I figure out the living situation. When is the next rehearsal?” I asked.

“Pit has a rehearsal this Tuesday morning and I think we have a full rehearsal on...Friday morning?” Alex asked Lin.

“Yeah Friday morning.”

“Okay. Then I guess I'll start there. If we decide I'm comfortable enough with the music after Tuesday I'll see about making the commute for the shows in between.”

“That sounds perfect.” Lin said, smiling.

The men launched into a conversation of their own, leaving me to retreat into my own thoughts. While all of this was very exciting and I was ready to get back to work, it was also still somewhat overwhelming. The options Lin had given me for places to live were tricky. The place in Harlem was definitely out of the question. I had never lived in the inner city so it might not be safe for me, a skinny white chick from upstate. The other place was much too expensive for what I could afford right away. I only had about three grand saved up since I was still paying off student loans and my car. But then there was Daveed’s tiny brownstone.

On the one hand it wouldn’t have been the first time I lived with a man. But it would be the first time I lived with a man I knew nothing of. Granted even that was debatable. The only college roommate I liked had been my best friend Kevin and then I lived with my ex, then boyfriend for two years. But I left Boston for a reason and while I had been living with my mom and her boyfriend for the last three months, I was sort of looking forward to living alone again. $450 a month was a hard offer to pass up. By the time dinner was served, I decided maybe it wouldn’t hurt just to get some more information. Make a final decision from there.

Alex caught his own Uber home after dinner and Lin insisted on going to the train station with me. We stood on the sidewalk outside the station after our Uber dropped us off, “So do you have any thoughts on your living arrangements?” Lin asked with that knowing grin again, as if he was reading my mind.

“Well obviously Daveed’s offer is the most logical choice financially. But honestly I need a lot more information and time.”

“Well that’s fair. Should I pass on your number?”

I was glad for the darkness to hide my flush, “Actually if you could just ask him if it’s alright for me to get in contact with him. I think that would be best.”

“Whatever you need to do.”

“Thanks Lin. Really I mean that. I owe you everything.”

“Em, mami , you deserve it. You really do, just let the love in.” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders.

“I’ll try. I’m still working through...things.” I said.

“Well go home, get some sleep. We’ll see you on Tuesday.”

He hugged me and let me go into the station. I boarded the next train north and found a seat on the side that would be closest to the river. About halfway home I received a text from Lin.

- Texted Daveed. He said go ahead

Another text came through with a phone number. I saved it to my contacts then put on headphones to zone out for the rest of the journey. By the time the train pulled into Cold Spring station, it was almost 10pm and I wasn’t feeling like going home quite yet. The air was close and warm for this early in spring, thick with a fog that was rolling in through the valley. I decided to go for a drive, wandering around until I ended up down on the docks of the Hudson River. I sat there wondering what to do.

At midnight, I pulled out my phone to stare at Daveed’s number. I wondered if I should text him. It was very late and I didn’t want to wake him. But the curiosity was killing me. Why had he offered his home so generously to someone he didn’t even know? He clearly hadn’t seen me before or he would’ve recognized me in Lin’s dressing room. So it wasn’t about appearances. But the way he had looked at me...no, that was nothing. Was Lin’s word worth that much? I knew I needed to let it go for the night and headed home to bed.

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Priyanka Chopra then and now: How Priyanka has changed over the years

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Priyanka Chopra is a bonafide global icon today, but her tryst with the limelight started over a decade ago on November 30, 2000, at the Millennium Dome in London, United Kingdom, when she won the Miss World pageant in front of a euphoric crowd. Ever since, the actress – who made her Bollywood debut with the spy thriller The Hero in 2003 – has undergone a massive change, not just in terms of her performances on screen but also her style quotient off it. She has surely taken fashion goals to a level most celebs would be intimidated or simply uncomfortable with. Priyanka Chopra, in her own way, has shown us that if you have an open mind and are keen to experiment with styles then something is definitely going to work out for you.

Priyanka Chopra’s versatility is inspiring as she never fails to come up with innovative looks. Take the example of her appearances since the beginning of this year. From Oscars and Golden Globe Awards to her debut Met Gala, each look has been unique, not to forget her promotional spree for Baywatch which was an interesting spectacle too. What we love the most about her is that she does not believe in restricting herself to a signature look and carries everything with oodles of confidence. Shimmery eyes, muted eyes, smokey eyes, glossy lips, purple lips, the classic red, retro waves, layered bob, messy braids, name it and she has done it all.

Here’s a look at her style evolution over the years!

We can’t ignore the iconic picture when Priyanka Chopra was crowned Miss World on November 30, 2000.

Her love for shiny bindis was evident with the actor sporting them on numerous occasions.

Here goes another one!

And another one while attending an event with Miss World Yukta Mookhey!

When blow-dried, wavy mane was a thing.

When she paired a choker with a beaded pastel gown but it still couldn’t save the day. Reason? Her hair and make-up.

When her fashion game was definitely not at its best!

Dear God! A fashion disaster starting from her hair to her make-up!

This hairstyle is something we would never go for and those accessories are a complete mismatch.

Rocking metallics? Not! It’s just tacky.

We love floral but this? Nope. Never.

What’s up with the cutout top?!

When she thought of experimenting with a sheer gown.

When red was her favourite colour.

Here’s another one!

Lehengas we love. But this? Ummm…. why?!

When she couldn’t do justice to an all-black look. Also, the caked make-up made for a sore sight.

Talk about killing the look with one wrong accessory. In this case, it is the shiny belt.

Did she use the entire bottle of foundation on her face?

Those heels and the necklace could have been definitely done away with.

Not all her looks were disastrous. Here she shows us how to rock a white lehenga.

She also shows us how to wear a white sheer sari in style.

But soon after, she messes up a look with the wrong hairstyle.

The actor has experimented a lot with her hairstyles.

Here, she can be seen rocking the feather haircut and ripped denims much before 2017.

We have realised that retro waves if not done right can kill an entire look. In this case, it totally did.

But the actor with straight hair in this netted Ritu Kumar sari and a heavy embellished blouse with heavy zardosi and detailed cutwork looks ravishing.

When footwear makes all the difference. In this case, it did not do much. A nude instead of a black pair would have looked better.

When she smouldered in a black and gold gown by Arpan Vohra.

Giving off a very Julia Roberts vibe in this gorgeous Gauri and Nainika gown, Chopra couldn’t have looked more beautiful even if she tried.

Priyanka Chopra looks stunning in a two-tone Three Floor velvet dress with a peeking bra detail. She paired the outfit with silver Nicholas Kirkwood heels.

Priyanka Chopra in a strapless Monique Lhuillier gown at the 22nd Annual Screen Actors Guild Awards.

Priyanka Chopra dazzled in a Vera Wang sequined dress with shades of gold and silver as she walked the red carpet of People’s Choice Awards in 2016.

Priyanka Chopra in this white suit from Danish label ST. studio by Olcay Gulsen which she accessorised with a lariat necklace from Lorraine Schwartz and Giuseppe Zanotti heels couldn’t deliver.

Priyanka Chopra sizzles in a red number by Jason Wu at Emmy Awards 2016.

Priyanka Chopra looks breezy, sunny and oh so casual chic in a long yellow sleeveless vest and cropped pants by 3.1 Phillip Lim.

At the 74th Golden Globe Awards, Priyanka Chopra made quite an impact, glistening in gold in a sequinned gown from Ralph Lauren.

At the Oscars after-party, Priyanka Chopra stunned all in a beautiful Michael Kors gown with a plunging neckline.

Priyanka Chopra stunned in an all-white Zuhair Murad strapless gown at the Oscars 2017 red carpet.

Priyanka Chopra went for a slightly bold look in a peach-pink gown designed by J Mendel. With a keyhole accentuating her cleavage, the attire was embellished with gold geometric patterns.

Priyanka Chopra did not disappoint as she set the temperatures soaring at the 2017 Met Gala in a bold Ralph Lauren trench coat gown with an unbelievably long train.

Priyanka Chopra looks lovely in a beautiful pristine white dress from Paule Ka featuring a lapel neckline, a cowl back and a thigh-high slit, which she teamed with a pair of black strappy heels from Giuseppe Zanotti.

Priyanka Chopra looks absolutely gorgeous in a dark blue, full-sleeved shimmery gown from Halston Heritage clothing collection.

Priyanka Chopra was seen in a semi-sheer black, floor-length, halter elegant dress – making for nothing less than a sight to behold.

Priyanka Chopra in a trendy belted grey pantsuit with cold-shoulder details from Public School.

At The Council of Fashion Designers of America (CFDA) Awards 2017, Priyanka Chopra was seen in a black Michael Kors dress with a deep neckline.

Priyanka Chopra rocked denim and a black lace trim midi dress from Self Portrait while airport hopping.

Priyanka Chopra in an unique Sabyasachi Sunderban sari.

While in Paris, Priyanka Chopra was seen in a boho-chic number by designer Peter Dundas with a floral print. We think the actor looked gorgeous in it.

Priyanka Chopra looks gorgeous in a blush pink floral dress by Ulyana Sergeenko Couture which she styled with a pair of pom-pom earrings in candy pink and nude heels.

At the New York premiere of HBO’s The Defiant Ones, Priyanka Chopra went all black in a stunning Brunello Cucinelli double-breasted jacket with plunging neckline, which was paired with shimmery wide-legged pants.

We would like to hear from you about her style quotient. Let us know in the comments below.

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