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flouncingwiz-sevsnape · 4 years

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Broom Closet Antics

Overview: The first time you ever saw Severus Snape was during your tour of the Slytherin dormitory and he was introduced as your head of house. However, today was the first time you ever saw Severus Snape in a different light, during the middle of your seventh year at Hogwarts. Once a dark intimidating figure never to be crossed, you gradually began to find other characteristics of him a bit more striking...

A/N: This is my first post and fanfic, so don’t set expectations too high. I thought I’d just write a quick one-shot. I am taking requests if people like this one.

Snape X Reader (student)

Warnings: smut

As you and your fellow NEWT potions students huddled around your cauldrons, waiting for Professor Snape’s famous entrance, your thoughts began to wander to today’s Quidditch match. Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw. It had been all your fellow housemates had talked about, but frankly you couldn’t care less. Sure, Quidditch was an important part of Hogwarts, but if the match didn’t involve Slytherin, then it really didn’t matter. Just then you were roused from your thoughts as the dungeon door crashed open and Snape stormed in, his cloak billowing famously. It was breathtaking that he could command the whole room without even trying. Your pulse quickened as he brushed past your table and a faint scent of pine washed over you.

Maybe it was because all you could think about was screwing your fuck buddy- Marcos- next period or maybe it was because of some other reason, but as Snape began divulging instructions, the only thing you could focus on was his slightly noticeable bulge, peeking out from below his cloak. Once again your pulse quickened as graphic thoughts flashed across your mind. Oh Merlin’s beard, stop! You shook your head and pushed those thoughts aside, though you couldn’t help but notice a slight beating between your legs.

You’d never been one for substantial relationships, at least not at this stage of your life. It went against your main principles, so you’d primarily kept all relationships throughout your time at Hogwarts strictly sexual. Most of the time, nobody complained. That’s all the guys wanted anyways, so you often found yourself engaged in sexual activities in your spare time. Some of your friends judged you a little bit, but you didn’t care at all- you were top of your class and a model student, so what if you enjoyed getting off with random wizards every now and then?

As you worked through the instructions written in angry cursive on the board, your potion progressed marvellously. Naturally, you finished way before anybody else in your class, so you poured your brew into a vial and brought it up to Snape’s desk. He was writing on some kid’s test, furiously scribbling angry Xs all over. Clearing your throat and you tossed your hair back and said “here you go, sir.” He barely lifts his head to acknowledge you, so you set your potion down on his desk, eyes beginning to wander down to his dick. Snape’s previously unnoticeable bulge had now been accentuated by his pants tightening around it. Just by looking at it, your heartbeat quickened in your chest and aroused somewhere a bit lower. Pausing for a moment too long, Snape lifted his head fully, catching your line of sight. Narrowing his eyes, he quickly shifted his cloak over his dick and angrily asked “can I help you, Miss y/l/n?”

Quickly averting your eyes, you felt your cheeks redden and you tried to mumble something before hurrying back to your table. What were you doing? You scold yourself. Grabbing a book and furiously trying to avoid eye contact with anybody, realising that you could not keep your thoughts straight. All you could think about was Snape’s bulge and what it would be like to have his dick inside of you. Getting a little wet, you force yourself to stop thinking about that and promise yourself some release next period with Marcos- although he’s not quite the person you’d prefer…

Snape had been having a peculiarly annoying day. He was late for class because some insolent first year decided that today, of all days, he would become tragically homesick. It’s one thing being detained by some snotty kid for fifteen minutes, it’s made ten times worse by the fact that he had to… comfort the despicable creature. By the time he arrived in his NEWT class, he was not in a good mood. And on top of that, his pants had shrunk in the wash and were constantly riding up in the most uncomfortable manner. At least he had the reassurance that this class of advanced students would not be total dunderheads. Snape was grading some pathetic excuses of tests for a while when one of his most successful students, y/n, walked up to him. He had always thought of you as well rounded, but recently he’d been shocked by your beauty. You placed your potion down on his table, but didn’t walk away. Initially, paying you no mind, Snape casually glanced up and saw you looking down at his dick. Cursing his pants under his breath, he adjusted his cloak and snapped at you. Snape watched you hurry back to your seat and continued to watch as you shifted around in your seat the remainder of class…

Every now and then your gaze flickered up to the front of the room where Professor Snape had been staring you down. His cold gaze and seductive smirk provided it very difficult for you to think of him not screwing you right here, right now. When class was finally dismissed, you were the first one out, heart racing.

After you drop your books off in your room, you dash into the Slytherin common room, frantically looking for Marcos. Right now all you need is a good pounding and then your thoughts of Snape will disappear, you halfheartedly try to convince yourself. Finally when he strolls lazily through the door, you rush up to him. “Marcos, are you free? I really, really need to get laid. Now.”

Lust flashes through his eyes briefly, but he shrugs his shoulders. “Sorry y/n, I can’t right now. We’re all headed to the Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw match. I’ll be around after, if you want.”

“Ugh. No, Marcos. Go have fun, thanks for nothing.” You frustratedly shove past him and into the corridors. Suddenly such a sexual desire has taken hold of you that you have no idea how to calm it. Pacing aimlessly through the hallway, you suddenly had an idea. If everyone is going to be at the match, then you can just satisfy yourself.

You hastily dash into the nearest broom cupboard and wait a few moments, till you're sure the coast is clear. After a few minutes of silence, you slide your skirt and panties down and close your eyes. The first image that pops into your head is Snape’s immaculate bulge, evidence of his huge dick. You start throbbing and instantly are wet. Biting your lip, you slide your hand down to your clit and start rubbing slowly and sensually, a soft moan escaping your lips. Your thoughts shift to you being bent over Snape’s desk by him. You imagine him ramming into you from behind as you slide two fingers into yourself. “Ahh,” you moan with pleasure. You start increasing your pace, thinking of Snape whispering your name into your ear. Just then you manage to stumble on a bucket and brooms and other appliances crash about. You freeze, holding your breath. Surely someone must have heard that…

Snape was on his way to the Quidditch match when he heard a clatter from inside a broom closet he was passing. Merlin’s beard, I hate Peeves, he thought as he raised his wand, approaching the door. In one swift motion he jerked open the door, expecting to see a meddlesome poltergeist, but instead coming face to face with a half naked student. “Y/n. What on earth is going on?” His gaze flashed down to where your fingers were still inside yourself, before flicking back up.

You stood there, absolutely mortified, as Snape glared incredulously at you from the corridor. “Oh, hi Professor. I was… uh… well you see-”

“Get out here. Fully clothed. One hundred points from Slytherin- if you apologise. Five hundred if you don’t!” He was seething, but all you could notice was that a small tent had formed in his pants. The sight of you must have turned him on, at least a little. You couldn’t help but keep rubbing your clit as you opened your mouth to speak again.

“Sir. That’s hardly fair when you're the reason I’m here.” Snape looked totally taken aback.

“I- What?”

“Well you see, Sir, I saw your dick bulging out during potions today, and it turned me on so much that I just had to come here and get off.” He pressed his lips together for a second before harshly grabbing your arm and leaning in closely.

“What are you suggesting, Miss y/l/n?”

“Well, Sir, all I’m saying is that your company would be so much appreciated.” You paused to spread your legs apart, Snape’s eyes immediately flashed to where your hand lingered. He jerked himself away from you, a look of incredulity flashed across his face.

“Absolutely not, the audacity-” but you cut him off by reaching for his, now completely, tented pants. He clenched his jaw as a low moan escaped his throat.

“Please, Sir? Nobody will ever find out.” He looked left and right before stepping into the broom closet with you and wrenching your hands off of him.

“Do you even realise how foolish your behaviour is?” His eyes glittered dangerously

“I don’t care. I just want you.” You lurch towards him again, but he grabs your hands and presses you up against the wall, face close to yours.

“I will comply with your wish solely because I cannot allow students to get off in broom closets, alone.” A sensual smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he continued, “however, Miss y/l/n, you will do exactly as I say because this needs to be as efficient as possible in lieu of the Quidditch match.”

You nod your head slowly and bite your lip, hardly able to contain yourself. “Say it. Out. Loud,” he snapped.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He flicked his wrist and your robes flew off of you, crumpling in the corner. In seconds his lips were pressed against yours, hot breath against your neck. You exhale a soft moan and grab frantically for his belt, the spot between your legs heating up. His hands start on your breasts, teasing your nipple between two fingers. You moan in response, grabbing his hard shaft instantly. A low rumble escapes his lips, his breath is hot on your neck. Snape slides his hands down your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

When he reaches the spot between your legs, he hesitates and kisses you, hard. You feel your body melt into him as he slides one finger in and pumps it. You tighten your grip on his dick in reply. He moans and slips in a second finger, pumping faster now. Your breathing quickens and you start to slide your hand back and forth in an almost frantic motion. He bites your lips and you contract around Snape’s fingers as he curls them ever so slightly and pushes in harder. His breathing is hoarse now and you’re calling out his name, already so close to your climax.

Suddenly he stops, fingers still buried deep in you. Your body quivers in anticipation, but you continue to rub him, slowly and sensually. “Mmmf… are you… ah… ready y/n?” His low voice drawls in between grunts of pleasure. You don’t reply, but instead spread your legs apart and pull his waist near. Hastily, Snape positions himself at your entrance. “The match is bound to be over. Make it quick or there will be severe consequences,” and with that he thrusts himself into you. Your eyelids flutter and your whole body is filled with warm pleasure.

He feels exactly as you’d fantasised, the way he fills you up perfectly. “You’re so big.” You say as he rolls his hips back and forth, every stroke bringing you pure satisfaction.

“And you’re so tight,” he groans, gripping your hips, “Such a tight little cunt…” He begins to rock into you faster and harder, grinding until his dick finds that spot deep inside of you and you scream in pleasure. He grabs your jaw and presses his mouth onto yours briefly before scolding you. “Silence.”

You’re about to come and you feel yourself tighten around his big dick, his breath catching in reaction. “I’m close…” you manage in between ragged gasps of pleasure.

He groans and thrusts harder into you, rubbing your clit with one hand. “Mmm so am I.”

Your breath hitches as you reach your climax, feeling as though your whole body is spilling into pure bliss. “Ah… Severus… mmmf.” You’re panting in his ear now and he continues to pump for a few more seconds, each stroke bringing a deep moan.

Suddenly, Snape’s eyes snap open and he starts to pull out of you, his cock pulsing. “No, stay inside me.” You slide him back into you and start licking his strong jaw, his breath ragged now.

He begins to frantically pump into you, a low moan rumbling in his throat. “Oh fuucckk… I’m coming,” he groans as you feel his hot load fill you up.

You both pull back, panting heavily, and after a few moments Snape waves his wand to clean things up.

“This was completely inappropriate and to be never spoken of again. Do I make myself clear?”

Grinning you whisper “Crystal” into his ear and kiss him briefly before sauntering out of the broom cabinet.

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thetriggeredhappy · 4 years

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Scout's been having a rough week because everyone seems to be too busy for him, even though the team is on vacation. At first he's bored, but as the days continue, he finds himself angry. But soon he just feels awful lonely, desperately craving the attention/affection he's been lacking. Finally he goes to Demo and Sniper, who are working on an important project. They tell him they're busy for the time being, but are suddenly alarmed when he breaks down sobbing. They do their best to soothe him.

friendship fic is best fic end of story. (fic below the cut, no warnings)

“Hey Hardhat, think we could—“

“Now’s not a good time, Scooter. You run along now.”

“Yo, Snipes, you busy?”

“Yeah, actually. Got things to do. Sorry, mate.”

“Mumbles, what’s up?”

“Mmm-phm. Bmm!”

“Demo, what are you up to, man?”

“Defusing a bomb, lad, best you go on and leg it. Probably to the other end of the base. And maybe find some headphones.”

“Hey Soldier—“

“Not now, Cadet! I am currently engaged in a battle—of wills. Private Munches once again has fleas and they are very contagious. It is in your best interest to retreat now!”

“Hey Heavy—“

“Heavy is welding. Leetle Scout should leave.”

“Hey Doc—?”

“Nein. No, I don’t need to know what you were going to ask. I do not care.”

“Spy—?”

“Clearly you’re desperate if you’re trying to talk to me to find something to do.”

Scout puffed out a breath of air, slumping. “Look, I dunno either, okay? We get the first real break for the first time in like two months and all the guys still sit around acting like they have better shit to do.”

“Have you considered that they’ve also been looking forward to a break and have things they have been saving for that break?” Spy asked, not even looking up from his newspaper.

“I mean, maybe. But c’mon, it’s ridiculous! I’m not asking to like, go do a whole thing all day, I just wanna hang out a little bit!”

“A shame that I am busy,” Spy said, sighing in faux disappointment.

“With what?”

“Anything else.” He waved Scout off. “Go on. Get a hobby or something, something besides pestering all of the rest of us like some kind of annoying dog.”

Scout sulked, leaving and heading back to his own room.

The rest of their first day off, Scout ended up mostly messing around in his room. He flicked through some comics, got bored, flicked through some other comics, got bored, paced around for a while listening to a record before he lost interest in that too and wound up trying to take a nap. About five minutes after he laid down he realized that was gonna be a no-go, and he ended up so frustrated that he cleaned his whole room, right down to vacuuming under his bed. He was up until about two in the morning cleaning and putting stuff away before he realized what time it was and tried to lay down to go to sleep.

He finished cleaning after he went and grabbed breakfast for himself—kitchen entirely empty—and then was left standing in his room, looking around aimlessly for anything else to do. He rearranged his whole little bookshelf, sorting his comics by franchise then by hero then by issue.

He got lunch early. Kitchen empty. Halls quiet, only the sounds of machinery in the distance to tell him there was anyone else around.

By the time he finished eating, he was pretty much desperate for something to do, so he did rounds again to ask the team if anyone needed help with anything. He got a pretty harsh dressing-down from Engie about interrupting him when he was focusing hard on work, very important things. Soldier rambled and ranted at him for about twenty minutes, at which point Scout realized Soldier was barely even talking to him, and was mostly just talking to himself. He tried to track down Spy for an hour to try and ask to borrow his car so he could go into town and find literally anything to do, but the guy wasn’t anywhere to be seen, and he eventually gave up. He got desperate enough for something to do that he even went over to the infirmary, and was pretty sure he would be roped into some dumb experiment or something, but it turned out that Medic was stitching something into Heavy, so even that was a no-go.

So he just went back into his room again.

It had been kinda nice at first, having a place all to himself. As a kid he could count on his fingers how many times he was left alone in any capacity, and then as a teen he found peace and quiet to be pretty scarce. But then his brothers all graduated, and started moving out one by one, and he was left there pretty much alone, just him and Ma. And even then he was constantly surrounded by people, the walls thin in their apartment.

But then he moved out west for the job, and suddenly it was really freakishly quiet. And it kind of blew his mind at first, the quiet. He appreciated it. Especially considering most of the time all he had to do was go in the common room to find someone to talk to. He realized, with his pool of people he could potentially talk to so limited, that he was kind of a clingy person, needed to talk to people a lot.

He got lonely quick.

He remembered after he graduated, splitting up laundry into a once-a-week thing instead of a once-every-two-weeks thing just for the sake of having more time around other people, even if he wasn’t talking to them. Ma kinda got in his case sometimes for how much he would go get food somewhere besides at home, but he kinda had to, kinda needed to talk to someone else on the daily or else he started going stir-crazy. Started feeling bad and gross, started in with having all kinds of dumb ideas running through his head.

Mostly ideas like, maybe the team wasn’t that busy and they just made excuses and tried to seem busy because they didn’t like him. Ideas like, well he already knew that they didn’t like him, he was a lot younger than most of them and a hell of a lot stupider and they called him loud and annoying pretty much on the daily. Ideas like, none of them ever really talked to him besides during battle, and maybe they were just trying to be polite when they did talk to him, and when was the last time anyone asked how he was doing? Ideas like, maybe they really did just hate him. Ideas like, maybe a lot of people hated him. Ideas like, if literally everyone he talked to on a regular basis—all eight people—didn’t like him enough to hang out with him for a little while when they got their first break in forever...

Ideas like, did he really not have any friends? Ideas like, wasn’t that pretty pathetic? Ideas like, well, if he didn’t have any friends, if nobody liked him, did that maybe mean that he deserved it?

Scout stayed up staring out off into space and occasionally getting up and pacing around until about two in the morning.

Scout was up early the next day, and paced for just about the hour and a half in anticipation for his usual call home—once a week unless he said he wouldn’t be able to the week prior—before giving up on waiting and just calling early.

It got picked up in the middle of the fourth ring, and by then, Scout had already tangled the phone cord in his fidgeting.

“Hello?” came an immediately familiar voice, and he relaxed.

“Hey, Ma,” he greeted.

“J-Bear!” she practically gasped. “Honey, you’re two hours early. Why are you callin’, shouldn’t you be at work?”

“We’re on a break while some maintenence stuff is happening,” Scout explained, starting to untangle the cord. “And, y’know. I’m wicked bored.”

“All caught up on chores, then?” Ma asked, already the warning note in her voice that meant he might be in for a little bit of deserved nagging.

“Yeah, actually. Cleaned my room finally, all good on laundry, organized some stuff, all that,” he replied. “I was gonna do groceries, but my usual ride places is, uh... ghosting on me a little.”

“Well, are you getting enough to eat?” Ma asked next, sounding worried.

“Oh, no, yeah, I am,” he said quickly. “I’m just, y’know. I gotta eat like, canned beans and stuff like that for a while.”

“As long as you’re eating,” Ma said firmly.

And Scout went to say something else, to start going on about how he was so annoyed with his teammates, see, because they were all being total assholes, right? And then Ma would say something to him, and he’d feel better, because every time he told Ma about something that was going wrong he always walked away feeling better.

But Ma started talking again.

“Honey, I’m really sorry,” she started in, and it was clear that she meant it, and Scout’s heart dropped. “But I can’t really talk for long. I had plans today, and I’m already running late.”

He couldn’t speak for a moment due to the fact that his heart had suddenly jumped into his throat. “But Ma,” he said, brows furrowing, “what about the phone call?”

A short sigh. “I’m a little glad you called early, actually, that means I can ask you—would it be alright if we didn’t have our chat this week? It’s just that your older brother is finally stopping back in town for a little while—“

“Ma, which one?” he asked with a laugh, managing to fit some humor into his voice even as he forced it not to wobble.

“Oldest, sweetie. Anyways, I’m headed out to go meet him for lunch actually, and then we’re gonna come back to the house and chat and all, your niece is real excited to meet the cat, and I’d feel terrible if I left to go talk on the phone for an hour when I have guests over—“

“Yeah, Ma,” Scout said, bracing himself to lie through his teeth to his mother. “It’s totally fine. No worries. We’ll just talk next week, it’s no big deal.”

“You’re a lifesaver, sweetheart,” Ma said, and meant it, and Scout winced. “I love you, we’ll talk next week for sure, okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. Love you too,” he said. And he listened for the sound of the phone being put down, and he sighed, breath shaky on the exhale. He only put the phone down when it started to beep at him, and then continued to fiddle with the cord for a long while.

“The problem is that to send a bullet that far and that straight, the force needed is fairly strong. If you tried to fire this round out of a proper rifle, it might just explode in the barrel, mate,” Sniper explained, turning over the bullet in his fingers.

“So we fire one to test it,” Demo shrugged.

“Not out of my gun we won’t,” Sniper replied, raising an eyebrow. “If you’re aiming to send explosives long distances, best to just stick to rockets or canons or the like. Biggest boom you’d get shooting an explosive round like this anywhere over a hundred meters or so would just be a firecracker. It would just be distracting.”

“Distracting. Now there’s an idea,” Demo nodded, starting to scribble something down on the paper in front of him. “Now here’s a concept, lad; smoke rounds.”

Sniper considered that for a few seconds, tapping his own pencil against the side of the table. “As in proper smoke like a flare, or as in just some sort of, er, blocked visibility?”

“Either,” Demo shrugged.

“Again, anything too flammable would go off in the gun. Maybe some sort of,” he said, gestured loosely for a moment. “Maybe just a round full of some sort of fine powder that would go up when the casing shatters against a wall? Hell of a heavy round I think, probably need a special gun for it. What sort of powder like that wouldn’t be flammable?”

“Well, technically speaking, everything is flammable, if we want to get down to what the word flammable means,” Demo replied, pausing in his own writing. “But there’s a few things that might work. A good powder for that might even just be potassium bicarbonate, that’s easy enough to come by.”

“Why’s that?” Sniper asked.

“Well, most commonly it’s used in fire extinguishers,” Demo shrugged. “I imagine that could really do a number on someone else’s guns or machinery, as well. And I wouldn’t need to put in a budget request to our boss over it, I could just snag the spare canister we keep in the kitchen.”

“Tavish, how often do I tell you you’re a bloody genius?” Sniper asked, watching Demo scribble down some formulas with practiced ease.

“On the weekly, must be,” Demo replied.

“Might end up going over the regular amount during this project, because you’re an absolute bloody genius.”

“Thankin’ you kindly, lad,” Demo said, flashed him a grin.

A knock at the door to Demo’s work space. Sniper got up first, moving to open it.

“Oh. Hey, Snipes,” Scout said, looking surprised to see Sniper answering the door.

“G’day,” Sniper greeted, a little confused. He stepped aside to let Scout in, slightly befuddled.

“Hey, Demo,” Scout greeted, saw the spread of different papers and bullets across the table. “Uh, you guys workin’ on somethin’ in here? You busy?”

“Very,” Demo agreed, stretching his arms up over his head, back aching from being hunched over paper for a bit too long. “You need somethin’?”

“I, I mean, nah. Not really. Just wanted to see if you—uh, either of you guys—were free is all,” Scout shrugged, putting his hands into his pockets.

“We’re working on a project,” Sniper replied, moving to go take his own seat again.

“Trying to figure out the mechanics of a new kind of sniping round,” Demo elaborated. “We’ve just moved on to the part that’s all math and chemistry and physics and the like.”

“Yeah?” Scout asked, a little fidgety, a little awkward.

“Yeah,” Demo nodded. Picked up his pencil again. “Gonna be awfully boring, I imagine.”

“Especially since you don’t really have the head for this sort of thing,” Sniper said, a little jokingly, glancing up at Scout. “Might ask to use you for target practice with it later though, if you’re still bored around then.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mundy,” Demo chided, then grinned. “Lad’s far too skinny. Even a marksman like you’d never be able to hit him, aye?”

Sniper laughed, and Demo laughed. And then they looked over at Scout, and Scout wasn’t laughing. He was just stood there, shifting nervously. Not the same kind of nervous as he got when he’d poked and prodded at Heavy a little too long and finally just got hefted up and put somewhere high up that he’d take a while to get down from, or the same kind of nervous as when Spy pulled his knife out and started flipping it open and closed during an argument, because both of those had an amount of “do it, I dare you” in them, an amount of “bet you won’t” in them.

But this time, Scout just looked tense. A little too wide-eyed, a little too avoiding-eye-contact. His chest rose and fell in a breath that looked far too deliberate and therefore awkward.

They both stopped laughing, just looking at him. “Lad, something the matter?” Demo asked, expression falling.

“Yeah, you awright, mate?” Sniper asked, turning in his chair to regard Scout.

Scout removed his hands from his pockets, fiddling for a few seconds. Then he looked up at Demo, then at Sniper, then at Demo again. He opened his mouth to say something.

He burst into tears.

Sniper startled, and Demo’s eye widened. They looked at each other, Demo largely with concern and Sniper with open alarm as Scout hunched forward, burying his face in his hands and crying openly.

A brief nonverbal argument took place, then Sniper was standing, moving over.

“Scout, mate,” he started gently, awkwardly, and after a second put a cautious hand on Scout’s shoulder. “Scout, what happened? What’s wrong?”

Scout moved to cling to Sniper’s shirt, tears redoubling, and Sniper stiffened, freezing up, eyes going a little wide. He shot a look at Demo that could not have more clearly read as “help me”.

Demo quickly rose, moving over. He put a hand on Scout’s shoulder to test the waters, and when Scout didn’t react poorly, he pulled the shorter man off of Sniper and into a hug. Scout crumpled into it immediately. Sniper settled for standing just to one side, patting Scout on the back once or twice.

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing Scout managed, and Demo shook his head, hugging all the tighter.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, lad. It’s alright. What’s got you so blue?” he asked, tone calm and level.

“Just—just, a lot, okay?” Scout managed, and Demo nodded, tucking Scout’s head under his chin after a second. “It’s just, everyone’s all busy doin’ important shit, and I’m just—just sitting around, and I wanna help, but everyone keeps telling me I’m bugging them and bein’ a fuckin’ nuisance, but I’m really bored and it’s really lonely out here and I—I miss Boston and I miss my family and I’m fuckin’ tired of eating whatever garbage we keep stocked in the kitchen but I can’t go into town because Spy’s being a dick and I can’t fuckin’ find him to borrow his keys, and I’m just...” He burrowed in closer to Demo, taking a shaky breath. “And now I’m bothering you guys while you’re working on something that actually matters.”

“You’re not,” Demo said right away, squeezing him tighter for a moment. “No expiration date on maths, aye?”

“And you’re not a bother,” Sniper added, tone dripping sincerity. He paused for a second. “It’s alright. I’m not going to be upset with you for talking to me.”

“Snipes, you and I both know I’m fuckin’ annoying,” Scout all but snapped, only lacking venom because he didn’t seem to have the energy for it.

“No,” Sniper replied, and exhaled. “You don’t annoy me. I like having you around. You... and Demo s’well I think,” he added, looking over at the Scotsman before glancing back away again. “You’re the best mates I’ve ever bloody had, awright?”

“Can’t imagine there was much competition for that, ya feckin’ hermit,” Demo said dryly, arching an eyebrow.

“Stuff it, Tavish,” Sniper scoffed, flushing, pulling his hat off and shoving it into Demo’s face, making him laugh. “Bugger off, ruining the moment. Absolute piker.”

“I’m still sorry,” Scout said, quieter now, and Demo and Sniper stopped their shenanigans for a moment to listen. “I just feel bad. I’m being a total baby, getting lonely when nobody talks to me for like, two days.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Demo shrugged. “Just means we need to watch out for you better, aye?”

Scout made a noncommittal noise. Sniper and Demo looked at each other, then Sniper spoke.

“We really are working on something, but... you can hang about in here if you’d like,” he suggested lightly. “Might get boring and all, but it’s nothing classified.”

“Just tinkering,” Demo agreed. “Would that help at all?”

Scout nodded, sniffled. “Okay.” He paused for a few moments before he finally pulled away from Demo, wiping his eyes with the his forearm self-consciously, unable to maintain eye contact. “I appreciate it, guys. Really. You guys are the best.”

“No worries,” Sniper said, and gave him a parting pat on the back before he went to pull up the spare chair, situating it between he and Demo’s chairs before sitting back down. Scout took a seat, pulled his legs up onto it to sit cross-legged, and looked down at the papers.

“What were we saying, potassium bicarbonate?” Demo prompted, taking his own seat.

“Right. Might need to talk to Heavy about using his welding materials, but we’d need a real finnicky piece of tech to make the thing without making a bloody mess,” Sniper said.

“And it can’t be from a standard press, we’d want to go for extra precision on a bullet that’ll be going through a sniper rifle,” Demo agreed. “Might need to talk to the Engineer, ask for an hour or two in his shop to borrow his metal casting nonsense.”

“Maybe. Does that, er, potassium carbon whatsit, does it melt down?”

Scout just sat and fiddled with the bullets on the table while they talked, and eventually snagged a piece of paper that wasn’t being used and started to doodle idly. And Demo and Sniper could both tell pretty soon that his mood had improved significantly, shoulders squaring and head being held higher even as he hunched over his piece of paper. And for the rest of their break, Scout took to sitting with either Demo or Sniper while they worked on various things, and at the end of their break, on the last day before they headed back to work, Sniper borrowed Engie’s keys to his truck and the three of them went out to get the greasiest fast food they could find.

And Scout felt better. Really, honestly, better.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #my fanfiction #shut up me #everybody talks #also demo and sniper are two mercs who i think are probably smart but in a really low-key way that doesn't show up much #demo especially but sniper has his strong suits

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America’s Sweetheart

Requested: No

Summary:The reader is America’s sweetheart and she has recently broken out of a (physically and verbally) abusive relationship with her ex-beau Chris (not Evans). On press tour promoting Avengers: Endgame the reader is asked an inappropriate question about her ex,. It’s not so funny Chris does not find the humor in the joke.

Paring: Chris Evans x black!fem reader

Warnings: Mention of domestic violence; Fluff and Angst

A/n part 1: With this imagine I came up with it while I was at work and there are two things I wanna address before you move along and read the story. The first thing being this is in no way supposed to down play the severity of domestic violence relationships I have never personally experienced it but I have been around it and it is terrifying to see the one you loved and you believe loves you tear you down both physically and mentally. With that being said this is my imagine and it isn’t perfect so please don't drag me for mistakes concerning domestic disputes. Secondly if you or anyone you know is in a abusive relationship feel free to call the hotline 1−800−799−7233, it is important you seek the help and safety you are entitled to as human being you are worth and seek help immediately!

A/n part 2: enjoy :) and lemme know in the notes how you liked it + send me requests!

P.s. I’m sorry this is a short one but I feel as if it’s short and sweet.

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“Y/n they need you ten, gotta get you mic’d up babe.” Your manager spoke.

“Alright Ash is on the finishing touches I'll be out in five.” I responded aimlessly filing through my emails.

Today you had an interview with E news promoting Avengers Endgame. You were excited to learn you’d be interviewed along side Chris, he’d became on of your closet friends since the day you stepped foot on the set of Avengers Age Of Ultron.

“So I'm all set?” I question Ashley removing a piece of foreign hair from my lipgloss.

“Yep, all done looking like a doll.’ She said fluffing my hair once more.”You always have me looking so amazing Ash.” I said examine my full glam in the mirror.

I take one more small glance at myself before heading to get mic’d up.

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“Alright if I can have you sit straight so our mic guy can get you all hooked up that’d be great.” A producer exclaimed.

You comply, rising out you seat a bit you straighten your posture, observing the man wrapping the mic around your torso.

“You must know how this works.” Chris spoke.

The sudden voice made my muscles tense.

“No not really I just wanna be able to breath when I sit back.” You chuckle leaning back into your seat.

“I understand, America’s sweetheart gotta breath, we can’t loose precious cargo like you now can we.” Chris winks with a cunning smirk.

You wanted to fall for his smooth talk, wicked good looks, and alluring personality but you couldn’t. Your ex had beat you so bad that you vowed never to love another man, you were scared of men. Although Chris was nothing like your ex Chris, even being around the opposite sex sent chills down your spine.

Chris senses the tension radiating off your body and gently backs off, he knew how badly your ex had hurt you. He saw the countless reports, pictures, and news stories. Hell everyone did, and everyone came to your aid too. Defending their unproblematic queen from her wicked perpetrator.

You observe Chris’s facial expression noticing he’d gone from flirty and confident to quiet and docile in a matter of seconds.

The corner of your mouth lifted as you went to speak to him but you were cut off by the interviewer entering the room.

In sync, you and Chris greet the interviewer learning his name before taking your seats again preparing for an abundant amount of questions.

“So firstly I would like to mention how lovely this room smells right now. I can only imagine the price for the perfume and cologne being used in this room here.” He joked chuckling a little.

Your mouth curved into a smile at his joke.

Chris let out a small chuckle.

“Alright so let's really get into business.’ Chris what is the environment like with wrapping up such a big picture? I mean this movie is set to make billions.” The interviewer asked intrigued in Chris’s response.

“Well the environment never changes, same cast, same type of dynamic we’ve had and managed to maintain over the course of these amazing eleven years. Filming was amazing and fun and sad, but it was a treat to kind of,graduate and pass the torch to these guys.” Chris said nudging your elbow.

You feel your body temperature rise from his touch. You couldn’t contain the school girl like giggle that escaped your lips.

“Well y/n this is your fourth run with this cast, how’s it been finding your place? Feeling like you belong?.”

“Luckily for me I can in with amazing people such as Aaron and Lizzie so I wasn't completely alone in I guess the ‘finding out do I fit phase”. You air quote releasing a stiff giggle.

You sat eager waiting for the arrival of a new question not knowing if it was for Chris or you.

“So you say you got along with the cast well?.” The interviewer prodding for information.

“Yes of course I love them all.” You reply enthusiastically.

“Well considering you don't have the best luck with men named Chris what’s the relationship like with Evans and Hemsworth?” The interviewer insulted motioning toward Chris.

Your body shook violently, the memories of that night rushing over you.

The memories of being dragged by your hair out of your own home, the pain of both your eyes being blackened. The blood pouring from your lips onto your clothing- the shame of the media finding out.

One by one hot tears began drizzling out of your lids.

“Really man, you thought that was fucking appropriate to ask her, especially knowing all she’s been through? You’re a fucking joke and have no right to speak to her in that manner” Chris roared storming out.

Out of all the time you’ve known Chris you’ve never heard him raise his voice. Hearing him defend you scared you but also made you feel protected.

You rise out of your seat practically ripping the microphone off your person.

You stomp out of the room the tears still burning your cheek.

Chris calls after you, following you to your dressing room.

Slamming your door your legs finally give in sending you crumbling to the floor, the scorching pain of your heart was too much. The memories of your abuser boiled your brain.

“Y/n I know you’re in there let me in, I just want to talk please- I want you to talk to me.” Chris Begged.

You tilt your arm backward unlocking the door cracking it open giving him room to slip inside.

And he does, slipping inside silently gliding down on the floor beside you. His knees tucked into him he watches the pain spill out from your eyes.

Chris knew about your abuse, he’d seen the photos, read every news blog he could, he even invited you to stay at his place in Atlanta. Considering your scandal occurred mid reshoots for Age Of Ultron.

He shielded you from dirty looks of the cast and crew and sat with you through a total of thirteen hours and twenty six minutes of concealer application to hide your scarring.

Chris wanted nothing more but to kill the fucker who laid hands on you, the photos of that night made his heart sink and seeing your broken form in person made his heart fucking explode, vengeance coursing through his veins. He could kill your ex.

“Chris- you know it’s my fault he hit me right?’ You tremble. “If I wasn't so fucking insecure with myself and our relationship, and I hadn't checked his phone like a little bitch, he’d be my husband right now.”

Chris’s mouth stood agape he couldn't believe you really blamed yourself for the faults of a man.

Chris slowly pulls you into him engulfing you with a warm embrace, not too tight but tight enough, secure enough, to let you know he wasn’t going to hurt you.

He’s not that kind of man.

You inhale his intoxicating sent listening to his heartbeat, his breathing begins to pick up as he speaks once more.

“Y/n look at me.’ Chis says cupping your freckled chin.’Nothing, and I mean nothing that happened to you that night was the result of your own doing. You have right to know where your relationship truly stands without it being a reflection of your insecurities.” Chris whispers, your chin still in his grasp.

He was so close you could feel his breath on the tip of your nose. His scent excited and scared you. You were tempted to lean in but reluctant.

You draw into his lips absorbing their warmth, your lips tap dancing with his in perfect symphony.

Your eyes were still closed after his clad lips parted from your own.

Chris releases a stifled chuckle, you smirk, giggling at how elementary you looked.

“You deserve the world and if you let me I'd love to give it to you.” Chris announced.

Your hearts pace quickened at his offer, you couldn’t deny the burning sensation that took over your body every time you laid eye’s on Chris he was every girls dream.

Brooding, handsome, and strong, yet soft, sensual, and sensitive.

“Yes.” You utter simply.

“ I'll always keep you safe, and you can trust me.” He added holding your hand.

“You better.” you retort.

“Believe that.” He mutters onto your skin, kissing your palms.

#scarlett witch #chris evans #steve rodgers x reader #steve x reader #thor odison imagine #Thor Odinson #tony stark #bruce banner #scarlett witch x reader #carol danvers #captain marvel #hulk #Avengers #Black Widow #hawkeye #clint barton #peter parker #spiderman

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