#I swear I and about to loose my shit on the next person who askes my a stupid question

[shurisneakers]

unsolved (ii)

Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

Warnings: swearing, frustrated bucky at his little shit supreme, obnoxious reader, mentions of hauntings and the things that come with (body harm, priests, etc). images all have alt texts.

A/N: if you're familiar with the format of BuzzFeed unsolved videos, the pictures in this chapter make more sense. anyway we're starting small to warm up but i assure u there's like actual paranormal shit from next chapter onward <3 thank u for the chaotic response to chapter 1 ily guys sm ! as usual, please send me things you'd like to see in the series! it always make me so happy

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Bucky loves the compound. The sentiment carries a lot, considering he’s made it a non-negotiable part of his personal brand to hate everything. 

The lush landscape is quiet, spacious enough that he isn’t forced to run into anyone he’s actively avoiding, and has state-of-the art security that lets him sleep soundly, assured that no one will be able to get to his floor in an assassination attempt. 

All of his deep love and fond admiration disappears when it’s the crackass of dawn and his oakwood door receives the beat down of a lifetime. 

He snaps awake instantly, unsure of whether there was someone actually trying to kick the shit out of his door or it was just another nightmare that often blurred lines with reality. 

But after the third deafeningly loud knock confirms it, he scrambles for a pair of pants just so that he isn’t caught entirely vulnerable. 

The thrashing doesn’t cease, and by the time he makes his way to the door and yanks it open– 

There’s no one on the other side. 

Except a coffee cup on the ground and a note scribbled haphazardly on the side.

Shoot day. See you at the studio!

He stares wordlessly at the cup, unable to differentiate whether the feeling coursing through the very fibres of his being currently is pure blinding rage, or confusion that you apparently knew his coffee order. 

The studio is fucking empty. If Bucky wasn’t still reeling from the effects of being startled awake by a fake intrusion at 5am, he’d have been over the damn moon.

He does his part as a man of honour and righteousness– calls out a very quiet ‘Hello?’ and then doesn’t bother feeling guilt when his heart explodes in joy at the lack of response.  

He spins on his heel to march out, only to come to an abrupt stop when he almost runs into you. He didn’t even fucking hear you come in. 

“Oh, hey.” You look at him, hand on a bagel. “You actually showed.”

Bucky’s smile falters, and he returns to his default Grinchian state. 

“You made sure I fuckin’ did,” he grumbles. “How’d you get on my floor?”

“I have my ways.”

Bucky’s glare presses hard into you almost like a palpable entity. 

“I did a gig as an escape artist for a while. Paid super well,” you dismiss. 

He doesn’t blink once, trying to decipher whether you’re telling him the truth or not. 

You offer him a bite from your bagel in return, seemingly having moved on from the conversation already. 

“Where’s everyone else?” he asks, turning away from you.   

“Maya didn’t actually think you’d show up on time so she told everyone to come an hour later.” You speak through a mostly full mouth. “I figured you could use the company.” 

Bucky immediately feels defensive, as if that wasn’t exactly what he tried to do. 

He grumbled all through the morning when he saw fifteen text reminders sent to him through the night telling him he had to shoot a video that day. He grumbled when he couldn’t use traffic as an excuse to not show up because the studio is two streets away from the compound. He grumbled when the toaster actually works for once. Everything is right in the world. This was, of course, devastating to him. 

He finally shuts up when Sam gives him a piece of gum. Then he just glowers, but his jaw is otherwise occupied. 

“She set you on me this morning?” Bucky questions, tone on the verge of being ticked. 

You shake your head, swallowing before taking another bite. “No, that was social service.”

Bucky’s eye twitches. 

“I’ll come back in an hour,” he mumbles, arms crossed over his chest. 

You give him a look that lets him know you’re entirely unconvinced. “Will you?”

Well. No.

“I’m gonna look around the studio. You’re welcome to join,” you say instead, looking past him. “We’ll need to know where we’re working for the next few months.”

Few months? No no– few hours at max, if this were to go exactly his way. 

“Video’s not gonna do numbers,” he reminds you in a dull utterance.

“With an enthusiasm like that, it’s hard to see why you’re not universally beloved, Barnes,” you comment seriously, before clapping his shoulder. “Come on. You ever look at yourself in a mirror? You’re gonna be a star, baby.”

Bucky, in his current chosen avatar, looks less 'man of the world' and more 'reject of the jungle’. 

But the sentiment is appreciated.

The studio is moderately big. 

You find joy in messing around with set pieces of the other Avengers video series that were being shot there. Bucky finds joy in locating every possible escape route within a three foot vicinity. 

He’s admittedly surprised by learning how much actually goes into making a simple video. He just figured they’d stick a camera in his face and teleprompt him and get it over it. 

You chat animatedly about the use of gimbals and different camera gear, lighting setups and sound quality.

“You into this stuff?” He raises an eyebrow.

“No, I just did a stunt as a wedding videographer once,” you wave off, “It was great. You could always tell which couples were gonna get divorced within a year.”

Something unrecognisable flashes in his eyes. 

“Escape artist and wedding videographer,” he repeats.

You stop talking to look at him.

“Yes,” you say simply and go on to provide no further explanation. 

If the morning’s antics weren’t enough, now he’s convinced you’re fucking with him.

“Anyway, they’ll probably stick us in makeup before we go on camera because it–”  

“Makeup?”

“Well– yeah. For the video.” Your eyes dart toward him, sizing him up in a quick glance. “If you look any paler, you’d basically be translucent.”

Bucky can’t even debate it. His skin looks like it hasn't felt the gentle touch of a sunray in millennia.  

“Just say it’s part of the theme.”

You snort. “The first ghost I hunt cannot be one who sits beside me.” 

So Bucky gets his makeup done. 

By the time the studio fills in, he’s already drunk two cups of the shitty breakroom coffee and found fifteen innocuous things to fashion into weaponry if things were to go awry.

The large bright lights force him to keep wiping beads of sweat away from his forehead. Everything exists in a contrarian state of frenzy, and coordinated down to the second as if it were a damn rocket launch. He’s already had three staff members dart about him cross checking if he’s hydrated and if he’s signed the right forms. 

“Oh, you actually showed,” he hears for the second time from Maya, who doesn’t even make an attempt to hide the earnest surprise from her voice.

Bucky wants to scream.

“The team’s picked a really simple case since it’s the first video. You just need to read it out,” she explains breezily, switching from you to him, “and you need to react.” 

You flash her a thumbs up. Bucky doesn’t move an inch. He’s convinced it’ll trigger another round of people meddling with his hair until it looks ‘sufficiently casual but not artificial’. 

 Maya hurriedly leaves after wishing you good luck, probably to fix the walking PR disaster that was Clint, who unceremoniously went live on his Instagram the night before after consuming something he procured from some guy in an alleyway, who described it as ‘carbonated milk’. Bucky watched it for a few seconds and immediately shut down the app when Clint offered to take one article of clothing off for every million people that tuned in.

“I asked for there to be as few people in the room as possible,” you whisper to him. 

“Still a lot,” he replies under his breath, watching them buzz around him, still brushing up his face and dabbing at his hairline with a napkin. 

Someone hands you a folder full of papers. “We lose any more and we’re filming this video ourselves.” 

“All ready!” The camera guy, Shane, announces. 

“Copy that,” you call back, before leaning forward in your chair, grinning. “Chill. I’m gonna do the talking. All you gotta do is say a few words and look pretty.” 

That sounds…doable. 

“Make it fast,” Bucky mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.

Whether he was talking about the video or his death is still up for debate. 

“Recording in three…two…one–”

The whole studio waits with bated breath, but Bucky stares right ahead. 

“When I said a ‘few words’, I did mean one or two, possibly more,” you talk through your smile.  

Bucky continues looking into the camera like it stole his ancestral property.

You exhale, soldiering on, lips still upturned. 

You look at Bucky, hopeful that he will at least answer a question. He doesn’t offer the same kindness, and now you understand why Maya reached out to you for this. 

So you do what needs to be done, as a person with a responsibility to all these fine and tired souls gathered here on a weekend.

You kick him under the table. 

The crew waits for Bucky to say more. He very pointedly doesn’t. 

At least one sound has been procured from him, which is more than what they can say for some other videos.

You continue, “Our story takes place in 1954, in the quaint, rural town of Ravenswood. Irene–”

Bucky scoffs. “You made that up.”

Would now be a good time for him to bring up your previous job experiences you  had dropped so casually or was this enough to let you know he was onto you? 

Your eyebrows pull together, scanning over the sentence. “I haven't even said anything yet.”

“A horror story. Taking place in Raven’s Woods,” Bucky emphasises. “Really.”

Bitch.

“First of all, it’s Ravenswood, not Raven’s Woods,” you shoot back. “And it exists.”

“Where?” He raises an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know– fuckin’ West Virginia?” You shuffle through the papers. “Does it matter? You wanna move there?”

Bucky doesn’t add anything further. 

You observe him for a moment before deciding to continue. 

“In the quiet town of Ravenswood,” you side eye him but he doesn’t look affected. “Irene Wendelin, a 35-year-old woman moved into a house on the outskirts to save up money. She lived alone, had no immediate relatives and worked as a secretary at the local press.”

Bucky continues chewing his gum. You’re not even sure he’s listening, but everyone got paid by the hour regardless of whether he did, so who gives a shit. 

“Within a few weeks of moving in, strange incidents started to take place. Irene’s friend Thelma, who also worked as a secretary at the press, recalled how Irene developed a persistent cough, was constantly fatigued, and had issues sleeping due to her skin itching. Thelma suggested solutions from ointments to medication, but not one remedy that she provided seemed to work. As time went by, Irene’s symptoms escalated into severe respiratory problems, leaving her breathless just from climbing up a flight of stairs. She even reportedly started having hallucinations of people crawling around in her house in the dark, but she was never able to catch them in their entirety.”

“How long did this take?” Bucky questions out of the blue, arms still crossed over his chest. 

“I think within a couple of weeks of moving in.” You try not to look too surprised. “Further, Thelma recalls Irene saying she heard strange sounds at night which kept her up. The only time the woman felt normal was when she left her house to stay with her cousins for a month.”

Bucky’s head snaps to you, eyes narrowing.  

“What?” you challenge.

“Nothin’,” he says instead. “Go on.”

You cast a look at the crew, who look just as confused as you, but you continue regardless. 

“Things escalated when one day, Irene showed up to work in complete disarray. Thelma says that upon a closer look, Irene had bite marks over her hands and legs. Thelma, a devout Christian, insisted on getting the place checked out by the church since all else had failed. Father Gabriel, a local priest, agreed to visit the house, but upon setting foot inside, claimed it was haunted by ‘forces of evil whose reality existed beyond mortal comprehension’. This was the last straw for Thelma, who had Irene move into her house until she found a new place to stay. Within a few weeks, Irene was back to normal, and the house is still considered one of the most haunted places in the country to this place, with no one allowed to enter.” 

Bucky looks at his arms, jaw tightening. 

Your eyebrow twitches.

You could see Maya shaking her head from across the room, entirely fucking defeated. 

You wait a few seconds but receive no response. Bucky’s gaze doesn’t shift from the table top. 

You start gathering the folder with the story in it, getting ready to read out your conclusion. 

You stare at him, but he doesn’t look up at you.

Collectively, every spine in the room straightens. 

“Asbestos?” you echo.

“Or mold. Could be either.” Bucky shrugs, chewing on the same stupid piece of gum that had lost its flavour hours ago. 

You look at him in bewilderment, partly because you weren’t expecting him to say anything at all, much less this. 

“Had an aunt once who thought she was possessed. Turns out her walls were full of mold.” 

You stare at him. “You’re lying.”

He finally turns to you, no traces of humour on his face. “She got remarried and moved out. Good as new.” 

“That doesn’t mean it’s asbestos.”

“Had the same symptoms an’ everything. Itchy skin, breathing problems, fatigue.” 

“Hallucinations?”

“Stress. Being poisoned twenty-four hours a day’ll do a number on anyone.”

“And the bite marks?” 

“You never had an itch so bad you just bit it?”

“On her legs?” you ask incredulously. “She bit her legs? Is that what you’re saying?”

Bucky shrugs. 

You look like you’re going to lose your mind. 

You clear your throat. “What about the priest?

Bucky snorts. “What ‘bout him?” 

“'Forces of evil whose reality existed beyond mortal comprehension’?” 

“Maybe it was her,” he fires back. “Maybe that's just how she was, how would you know?”

“You’re saying the forces of evil are just… her bad vibes?” you say it slowly, as if that would make it better. 

“Maybe.” Bucky’s shoulders rise and drop again. “My aunt was a real stick in the mud too. I coulda called her a force’a evil when she didn’t let me fire a bottle rocket into the tree.” 

You narrow your eyes at him. Bucky looks back innocently.

“You’re bullshitting.”

“About my aunt?” he scoffs. “I would never. Rest her soul. Made some damn good cranberry pie.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not asbestos.”

“Then why was she fine every time she moved out?”

“Because the house was haunted.”

“By mold.”

Maya clears her throat, pointing to her watch. 

You look back at her and clear your throat as well, shuffling around your papers. 

“Right. So that’s it for this episode.”

The camera guy yells “Cut!’ and you turn to look at Bucky.

But he’s already gone. 

The video goes up that weekend. 

It takes a considerable amount of time to edit, considering they had to bleep out  the steady stream of expletives that you didn’t even know Bucky was muttering under his breath, but got picked up by the mic anyway.

To Barnes (Work):

are you ready for your influencer era

He leaves you on seen. You think you’ll send him more memes of his stupid face.

To Barnes (Work):

influenza

Five hours since the video has gone up, and your phone starts buzzing more than usual. Nat’s already sent you a clearly AI generated article titled ‘Everything We Know About the Latest Avenger’, full of incorrect information and straight up lies. 

The first reviews are promising. Sort of. The newest generation of kids on Twitter are saying shit and using terms that are beyond you, but it looks good. You think.

And then somewhere close to midnight, your phone chimes with a text from a number you hadn’t yet saved. 

From unknown

Hey. Steve Rogers here. Great job on the video.

Your eyebrows shoot up, discarding your refreshing of the Subreddit that has popped up in your name. 

From unknown

Just letting you know though– he was lying.

From unknown

He doesn’t have an aunt. 

Motherfucker.

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[buckymorelikefuckme]

a shore thing

bucky barnes x fem reader

i decided to write it hehe

a/n: any and all mistakes are my own! feedback is encouraged & welcomed :) xoxo

Bucky calls your name for the umpteenth time, beyond exasperated as you stumble away, giggling uncontrollably as you evade capture. He's hardly tipsy anymore, having decided to nurse a single beer for the last couple hours when he noticed how heavy you were drinking. Somebody needed to be responsible, he told himself. Even Steve was letting loose more than usual. But, to be fair, they were all on vacation.

“Guys, the taxis are here,” Nat announces, yet again, leaning heavily against one of said vehicles. “Bucky, we gotta go.”

“I’m trying my best here,” he replies. Although, that's not entirely true. “Someone should've cut her off ages ago.”

“Boooooo,” you heckle as you run past him.

Bucky sighs heavily. “Fine. You can stay here by yourself.”

You pause abruptly, almost tripping over your own feet, but you catch yourself before you face-plant into the gravel. “You're leaving me?” you ask in a pitiful tone.

“Yup.” Bucky turns and takes a few steps away, hearing you whine in protest. “Have fun.”

“Noooo, wait!”

Your uneven steps come closer and closer to Bucky and as soon as he gauges you're within arm’s reach he spins around with a smirk. It makes you lurch to a stop, gasping as it dawns on you.

“Betrayal!” you shout, pointing an accusatory finger at him. You try to take off running again, but Bucky is quicker. You're swooped up into a fireman’s carry before you even register your feet leaving the ground. “Ack! Put me down, you absolute caveman!”

Sam sticks his head out of the taxi. “There's room in this one.”

Bucky steers his steps that way, feeling your tiny fists beating his back the whole way, and plops you into the open seat. You let out a cute oof that he ignores as he tries to latch the seatbelt. You're a squirmy little shit though, and he soon finds that the only way he’ll be able to get the group back to the hotel is to enter the taxi himself and pull you into his lap. He quickly shuts the door and finally latches the seatbelt around the both of you, telling the driver to go.

Sam shakes his head in amusement in the seat beside Bucky. “You're seriously the only one who can rally that firecracker of a woman.”

“Hey!” you object with a pout. “I'm drunkies, not deaf. I can still hear you.”

You and Sam begin bickering and Bucky rolls his eyes, but he doesn't do anything to interfere. He's too busy trying to think about literally anything else other than the ginormous mistake he made by placing you on his lap. You, the person he's been in love with for far too long now, who has absolutely no clue of his feelings and sends constant mixed signals.

There are days he's sure you feel the same with the way you look at him, but then the next day you go out of your way to make sure he knows the two of you are just friends. He's losing his fucking mind. He doesn't know if he should tell you how he feels or try to move on.

You're wiggling suddenly, body jostling atop Bucky’s and his mind is forced to return to the present, only to see you and Sam slap-fighting like children.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” he addresses the driver, “I swear they're actually adults when they're not three sheets to the wind.”

The driver waves off the apology with a chuckle. The fight ends with you pinching Sam’s nipple, his cry of pain and outrage making you giggle wildly and throw your head back onto Bucky’s shoulder. After you catch your breath you sit up and wiggle some more until you're sitting sideways and can look at Bucky. Your eyes are glassy and your smile is sly and a touch wonky, and Bucky still thinks you're the cutest, sexiest woman he's ever known.

“Why don't you like me for real?”

The taxi is uncomfortably quiet. Bucky blinks a few times, shifting his gaze to Sam, who’s suddenly very interested in the passing streetlights and palm trees outside the window. Traitor, Bucky thinks. With no help from his supposed friend, Bucky looks back to you.

He clears his throat. “I do like you.”

“No,” you huff, rolling your eyes, “I mean like, like me like me. Like, more.”

Bucky is silent again, his mind whirling with a million questions–the biggest one being what the fuck?

“I'm not sure what you mean,” he says carefully. He hopes playing dumb will work in deterring the conversation, but he should've known better.

“You always just joke about it, but you never mean it. Always get my hopes up.”

“What are you talking about?” he blurts, truly flabbergasted, but he cuts you off before you can reply. “No, don't answer that. You're drunk, okay? You don't know what you're saying.”

You poke his cheek roughly, pouting. “I just want you to like me back, Buck. Wanna kiss you whenever I want.”

Bucky swallows thickly, unable to take his eyes away from yours as you lean in closer.

“Don't you wanna kiss me?” you question, reaching up you play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Can I kiss you, Bucky?”

Your lips graze his, a feather-light touch, and he exhales shakily. Of fucking course he wants to kiss you. He's wanted nothing else for the last year. But he doesn't want it like this. He says your name, voice low in warning. You either don't hear him or you don't care.

Bucky’s eyes flutter closed as you continue pressing light kisses to his lips, the corner of his mouth, his chin, along his jaw. He fists his hands where they rest on either side of you, praying for the will to remain strong.

“You're drunk,” he repeats, a last ditch effort in getting you to stop, but even he can hear how weak the protest is.

“I still know what I want, what I feel.” You brush your nose against his. “I want you.”

Sam coughs pointedly beside both of you. “We’re here.”

Bucky is quick to unlatch the seatbelt and help you out of the car. Nat walks over and grabs your hand, Steve walking leisurely behind her.

“Let's go to bed, please,” she begs as she drags you with her.

You begin whining again, reminding Bucky of your inebriated state. He shouldn't have let you kiss him. You're not going to remember any of this tomorrow. Guilt punches him in the gut. He's so fucking weak when it comes to you.

“I wanna sleep with Bucky,” you complain as you resist.

Natasha squawks. “What?!” Her eyes are as wide as saucers, flicking back and forth from you and Bucky. Sam fails to hide his snort.

“His bed is bigger,” you explain, “You take up too much space.”

Natasha gasps. “How dare you!”

You turn to Bucky with pleading eyes. “Bucky, please let me sleep with you.”

“I… I'm not sure that's a good idea,” he replies.

You stomp your foot. “Pleeeease?” Your pout is lethal. “I promise I won't take up too much space.”

Sam puts his hand over Nat’s mouth before she can start yelling, doing his best to frogmarch her into the hotel so they don't cause a disturbance. Steve follows languidly, which is the sign that he's quickly coming down from his drunken high and will likely crash the moment his head hits the pillow.

“You should just sleep in your room with Nat,” Bucky advises.

“I don't wanna sleep with her,” you say, stepping back into Bucky’s space. One of your hands grasps his shirt, the other trailing across his chest. He fights the shiver threatening to run down his spine. “I wanna cuddle you.”

You look up at him through your lashes and Bucky knows he's lost. He sighs. You grin and giggle, grabbing his hand to lead him inside the hotel. He's quiet the whole ride up in the elevator. Your head is resting on his shoulder, humming along to whatever song is playing in your head. You’re still holding his hand.

When you're both standing in front of his room door, Bucky pauses, about to try one last time to get you to go two rooms down to the one you're supposed to be sharing with Nat, but you snatch the key card out of his hand and open the door before a word can leave his mouth. He doesn't trust you to be alone right now, and with Sam babysitting Nat and Steve probably snoring away in his own room, Bucky accepts his fate. He enters the room, closing the door with resignation.

“Ugh, god, these heels are the worst,” you grumble as you trip your way over to sit on the bed. You fight with the small buckle before making a noise of complaint. “Buckyyy…”

“Jesus,” he mutters, huffing as he walks to you.

He kneels in front of you and carefully takes your shoes off. You hum, pleased, once your feet are free, wiggling your toes.

“Why do you wear them if you hate them so much?” he mumbles.

“Because they make my legs and ass look fantastic, duh.”

Well. That's fair, Bucky supposes.

“Can you unzip me now?”

Fuck. Bucky chokes on nothing.

“Unzip you? What are you planning on sleeping in? Your pajamas are in your room,” he points out.

“Can't I borrow one of your shirts?” you ask, blinking innocent eyes up at him.

He doesn't trust it one bit.

“Please, Bucky? My dress won't be comfortable.”

Your pout makes yet another appearance. He doesn't bother pointing out that you wouldn't have this problem if you went to your own room. You'd ignore him anyway.

“Fine,” he grumbles. He rifles through his bag to find a shirt for you, grabbing pajamas for himself while he's at it. “I'll go change in the bathroom.”

He turns to head that way, but you stop him.

“My dress,” you remind him, spinning around and pointing at the zip.

Bucky's pretty sure you could do this by yourself, but he's just ready to go to bed at this point, so he’ll do whatever he has to to get there. He tries not to put too much thought into the action, but his mind can't help but wander, imagining unzipping your dress with different intentions. The more skin that is revealed to him, the more his breathing picks up. He takes note that you didn't wear a bra with this dress, which makes him realize you'll be wearing his shirt with only your underwear beneath it. He curses mentally.

He steps away like he's been burned once the zipper reaches the bottom. “There you go,” he says, voice gruff.

He doesn't wait for your response, quickly escaping into the bathroom before anything else can be asked of him. It doesn't take Bucky long to change his clothes, but he still lingers in the small space to gather his wits, taking his time as he brushes his teeth, and even splashes some cold water on his face. He stares at himself in the mirror for a moment.

“She’ll forget all of this by morning,” he assures himself.

He's not fond of the way that statement makes his stomach twist.

When he leaves the bathroom, he finds your dress pooled on the floor in the same spot you stood as he unzipped it. You're standing next to the bed, fidgeting with the hem of Bucky’s shirt that hangs off your small frame. He raises a quizzical brow.

“I don't know which side you prefer,” you say, unsure.

Bucky feels himself soften at your expression. “I'm good either way.”

You dart for the left side, lifting the comforter and sheets and snuggling underneath them. Bucky's lips twitch, but he resists smiling.

“C’mon, Buck, I want cuddles,” you entice, patting the spot beside you exaggeratedly.

He only hesitates for a split second. It's late and exhaustion is settling in his bones. He’ll worry about consequences in the morning.

You waste no time in invading his space once he's in the bed. You nudge his arm until he lifts it, worming your way under it and placing your head on his chest, your own arm slung over his waist. Bucky goes still, holding his breath until you get comfortable. Slowly, he lets his arm fall across your back, closing his eyes with a heavy sigh.

“Bucky?” you whisper.

“Hm?”

You nuzzle into his pec. “Love you.”

Bucky's eyes snap open then. His heart begins hammering in his chest and he prays that you're close enough to sleep to not notice.

“Goodnight,” he rasps after a minute passes by.

Your only reply is a light snore. Bucky feels his heart crack in his chest.

~

The next morning, Bucky lies awake, staring at the ceiling. He's not sure exactly how much sleep he got, but it wasn't a lot. You only got clingier as you slept, practically wrapping your whole body around him.

Bucky is a weak, weak man.

Sunlight begins peeking through the curtains, eventually finding its way to the bed and across your closed eyes. A frown forms between your brows and he almost smoothes it with his thumb. The only reason he stops himself is because you groan and turn away before he can.

“Turn it off,” you croak.

“The sun?” he retorts with a laugh.

“Yes,” you reply derisively. “Kick its ass for waking me up.”

Bucky smiles to himself. “Whatever you want, my love.”

It feels like the room freezes in time after the endearment escapes him. With a jolt, you sit up and face him. Bucky can't read your expression, but that's mostly because he's doing his best to look anywhere but your face.

“Seriously?” you gripe. “You're still going to poke fun about that kind of shit even after what I said last night?”

That gets his attention pretty easily. He meets your gaze and hates the dejected look on your face.

“What–what are you talking about?” he questions, thrown.

Your chin wobbles slightly before you scoff, whipping the comforter off your body as you attempt to leave the bed, but Bucky sits up and grabs your wrist to stop you.

“Wait–”

“Let go of me,” you demand, refusing to look at him.

“Not until you tell me what the fuck is going on,” he replies firmly.

You turn to him with a glare. “You're still joking about my feelings for you, even though I made it perfectly clear how I felt last night.”

“Felt? You… you don't feel the same anymore?” He's grasping for straws here. “I thought–I mean, I didn't think you were serious. You were drunk, I…”

“It doesn't matter if I still feel the same or not,” you reply, the fight leaving your body.

“Yes, it does!” he exclaims. “God, of course it fucking matters. If you have feelings for me, I need to know.”

“Have I not made it abundantly clear already?!” you retort. “If you're that fucking dense, then here you go: I'm fucking in love with you, you big, stupid, gigantic ass–”

He cuts you off by dragging your body to his and kissing you. You make a sound of shock, but you don't push him away, so he deepens the kiss, tilting his head and flicking his tongue at the seam of your lips. You open for him with a gasp, your tongue meeting his and making you both moan. He pulls away, chest heaving.

“We're both stupid,” he declares. “I'm in love with you too. I thought you were the one not taking it seriously.”

Your dazed expression begins clearing and realization sets in. “Oh my god,” you mumble as you yank him back into a kiss that has him reeling.

“Do you know,” he starts between kisses, “how fucking hard it was—to be a gentleman last night?”

You giggle. “I was hoping you wouldn't be a gentleman.”

Bucky curses, manhandling you until you're flat on your back. “That can be arranged.”

“Promises, promises,” you goad, biting your lip.

“Exactly,” he replies, lips tugging into a smirk.

~

Needless to say, the two of you have to put up with merciless teasing for the rest of the trip… But it's worth it.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #avengers fic #marvel fic #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader

[of-dragonss]

a oneshot w sodo x fem!reader where the reader was injured and he becomes so protective and soft for the reader :))

i love this trope sm. also fun fact: i got hit in the face with the end of a mic stand in high school pretty hard my sophomore year on the day of the first show during practice bc the lead decided it’d be fun to twirl around with it while tech crew was putting up props. i was kneeling down and i got fucking ko’d and got a concussion 😎 that was my first ever nose bleed. fun times. so this is loosely based on that (dude who hit me apologized and was genuinely upset about it so it was all good.)

☽ ༚  ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ 

— sodo/dewdrop ghoul x reader

summary: you get wacked in the face on accident and Dewdrop gets a little too overprotective

Bloody noses and gentle kisses

Being a stage technician for Ghost has a lot of perks in your opinion. You loved the time away from the Abbey. And you loved spending time with the ghouls. Mostly with your boyfriend of almost a year, Sodo.

The two of you have been going steady for a while now. Having known each other for almost three years. You two became fast friends when you joined the Abbey. 9 months ago he asked you on a date after two years of friendship and of course you said yes. It was obvious to everyone that the two of you had a thing for each other.

And now here you were, helping set up the stage for practice before tonight’s ritual. Copia had the Ghouls help as well to make things easier for stage techs. And you were grateful for their extra muscle. Things got put in place faster when Aether carried the heavier props and equipment.

You were taking a small three minute breather after running around making sure all the stage lighting was plugged in and functional. Sodo was sat down to the right of you, tuning his guitar. Enjoying the peaceful moment together next to each other before you went back to your duties.

You patted Sodos knee before moving to stand up again. But as you got into a kneeling position a hard object came in contact right smack in your face.

A yelp escaped you as your hands flew to cover your nose, eyes stinging with tears, already feeling how hot your face was from the impact of the hit. You closed your eyes shut as you doubled over in pain, feeling a warm liquid gush out of your nose and onto your hands that were still clasped over it.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” A clatter was heard as the person who accidentally hit you dropped the stand to rush over to check the damage they unintentionally caused. “I swear I didn’t see you! I’ll–.” The poor stage tech couldn’t finish their sentence as Sodo lunged at them, grabbing them by their shirt collar roughly.

“Sodo, let them go!” The sound of Aethers voice caught your attention. You opened your eyes to the sight in front of you. Sodos sharp teeth were bared and eyes full of anger. Rain also rushed over to help pry Sodo off the stage tech.

“It was an accident, Dew. Let them go.” Rain uttered, eyebrows furrowed as he pulled on Sodo’s right arm.

Cirrus and Sunshine rushed over to you, first aid kit in Sunshine’s hands as Cirrus gently removed your hands away from your face to help clean you up.

“It’s not broken but it’ll bruise.” Cirrus took the cloth from Sunshine’s hand and held it to your nose. “Keep this over your nose for a few minutes until the bleeding stops.” She instructed.

“How’s your head?” Sunshine piped up, head tilting to the side as she rubbed your back in a comforting gesture.

“I feel a headache coming.” You mumbled, voice nasally from the pressure you were putting on your nose.

You heard a thud where you knew the three ghouls and the tech stood. “Don’t go near them again.” Sodo spat, Aether and Rain leading him over to you as Cumulus appeared behind the three, eyes filled with confusion and worry,, going to check on the poor soul who was now on the ground rubbing his side where he was thrown on.

“Dewdrop.” You called out. “That was really unnecessary. They didn’t do it on purpose.” You scolded, the nasally sound of your voice failing to sound serious.

Sodo grabbed your upper arm and tugged you away from Cirrus and Sunshine who rolled their eyes at his actions, waving you goodbye as you disappeared back stage.

You blinked at Sodo who sat you on one of the crates that was now empty with equipment. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked gently wrapping his hands around your wrists where you still held the cloth to your nose.

“Not broken, I promise. But I feel a nasty headache coming.” You sighed, eyes downcast at the floor.

“Need to see if you have a concussion.” Sodo kissed your cheek, dropping his hands to your waist to bring you closer to him.

“I think the bleeding stopped.” You mumbled, removing the cloth from your nose. No more blood leaked from your nostrils. “That was my first ever nose bleed.” You giggled, looking at the cloth in your hands. “Satans ass, yeah my head hurts.”

“I’ll tell Copia I’m taking you back to the hotel.” Sodo sighed, gently resting his forehead against yours. “Do you need anything before we leave, love?” He questioned, kissing you on your cheek bones.

“Can we stay like this for a little? Until they call you back?” You asked quietly, closing your eyes.

“We can.” Sodo whispered, tugging you in closer to him, ignoring the blood that was now on his shirt.

“You have to apologize to them, you know.” You spoke, tapping his chest. “It was really an accident.”

Sodo groaned, burying his nose in your hair in a childish protest. “Fine. But if it happens again..” he trailed off.

“Dewdrop.” You warned, hitting him playfully.

“Empty threats. Promise.” He chuckled, pulling away slightly to kiss you on your lips properly. He managed to sneak in a lick at your upper lip as he pulled away.

“Dew! Ew! Gross, that blood came from my nose!” You pushed him away playfully, using a clean part of the cloth to clean the rest of the blood from your face.

“You taste so sweet though.” He teased, hands trailing down to your thighs.

“Ugh keep it in your pants today.” You groaned, but a smile pulled on your lips, unable to be mad at you boyfriend. He laughed, resting his forehead gently on yours once again, closing his eyes in content.

“Love you.”

“Love you too, doofus.” You giggled, cupping his face in your hands.

Being a stage technicians also had its cons. Sometimes accidents happen. And when they happen to you, Sodo is always there to make you feel better.

#sodo ghoul x reader #dewdrop ghoul x reader #dewdrop x reader #sodo x reader #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #the band ghost x reader #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader

[ohdeersthings]

Storm

Katsuki Bakugou x Ex!Reader

Summary: He's been cheating and youre feeling the best feeling of all..Anger

Warnings: Breaking stuff, violence (towards objects never physical to a person), hot ex reader, swearing

He must've forgot who the fuck he was dealing with.

Bakugou fucking Katsuki really must have a screw loose if he thought he could get away with lying, cheating, and straight up being an asshole.

The sneaking around your house that you both shared. Catching whiffs of perfume too overbearing to be your own, making you gag and your nose runny.

You gave him a chance to come clean, asking him one night when he came home, turning the lamp on. He froze as he caught you smiling, a small cup of whiskey in your hand.

"Who were you with?"

"You really think that of me huh?" He scoffed, trying to gaslight you for asking him a simple question, "Katsu, I never mentioned you were doing something.." you swirled your liquor and took a long sip, eyes darting to his and you watched him like a Lion stalking a Mouse.

"Promiscuous," your voice was like a sticky sweet honey, daring him to act a fool.

"Forget it, I'm going the hell to bed,"

And like that, you had him hook, line and you were going to sink him.

~.~

Of course, before you could be the one to end it. He decided to get a step ahead and you came home one day to him throwing your stuff out onto the street, a girl clinging to his arm.

"We're over, I shouldn't have to settle for some entitled bitch asking me, the Number 4 Hero, shit and getting pissy if I don't wanna answer," he snapped, but he tried to ignore the small twinge of fear when your emotionless gaze bore into him.

"Oh really?" Was all you asked, head tilted, eyes moving from his to the girl on his arm. She appeared to be about your age, maybe a couple younger.

"Sorry sweetie, if you can't keep up with the best then someone else will," her cheap lipgloss wasn't helping her already cracked lips. Her fake giggle was like listening to a pick me girl record, which is basically all she was.

A pick me bitch.

"Since everything is in my name, get your shit and leave," Katsuki smirked, trying to puff up to show his dominance. Oh you'll show him dominance alright.

"Fine, but I have one more thing I need to grab," you shoved past him, the new girls squeak of surprise when she stumbled, her heels too skinny to handle the weight change.

You walked into the hall closet, grabbing your bat.

"Don't touch anything!" His voice yelled into the house but the next sound following had him growling, curses flying out of his mouth as he heard crashes and glass shattering.

You swing the bat and broke the TV you paid for. The China cabinet that was a gift from his parents for Christmas from when they went to visit China on vacation.

Cups and plates crashed around you as you continued to swing, the girls high pitched scream making your ears ring as you dodged Katsuki who was cussing you out.

You ducked under his arm and got outside, your bat coming down hard on his precious Buggati. A birthday present to himself, that he bought on your fucking birthday.

"BITCH! FUCKING STOP!" He screamed as your cracked the windows, shattering the tail lights.

"But I'm not touching anything," you growled, throwing the bat in his direction as he dodged, unluckily being missed by the bat. "IM FUCKING DESTROYING IT!"

You brought out your pocket knife that you kept on you for safety and slashed 3 of his tires, jabbing it into the metal of the car. Puncture marks left as Katsuki finally found some ounce of motion to run over and snatch the knife out of your hand.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!? GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

"Hope he wrapped it up sis cause he's got the clap! And I know I didn't give it to him!" You called over your shoulder, flipping them off as you sauntered to your car as you listened to the screaming that was now happening up the drive way.

"Have fun Katsu~" you blew a mocking kiss as he screamed about his car while he was getting hit by the pick me bitches hands.

#katsuki bakugou angst #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsukibakugou #bakugou imagine #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha fanfiction #mha bakugo katsuki #mha katsuki #bnha katsuki x reader #katsuki cheater #bakugou cheater

[zweetpea]

Contracts or Biddability? Part 2 of 2

Cw: cringe, swears, innuendos. warning ⚠️ before you proceed there will be very foul language alluding to less than appropriate content! It’s only like a few lines of dialogue but I will mark them with ❌ around them if you want to skip. Liyue arc has concluded. Don’t know when the next chapter will be up but I can say it’s another interlude and it will have Xiao

“Excuse me? Mis… ter…? Ahem. Gen. Excuse me, Gen? You said you were looking for me. What is it that you would like to discuss.”

“Um, uh… I.” Shit! Don’t F this up. Don’t be a Wattpad Y/n girl. “Mr. Zhongli, I would like to be your friend and/or maybe go on a date with you.”

“Uh-um, thank you but I’m not looking for love at the moment.”

fu- “That’s fine. I’m fine with just being friends. Please just forget I asked. Welp, I’ll be leaving then!” You say embarrassed. Face hot, head empty. F this shit I’m out! I guess I can try again with Neuvillette. I never actually thought about what I’d do once I met Zhongli.

You walk out Liyue Harbor and down to the beach. You sit on down and take off your shoes and socks and just let the ocean flow over your feet. So cold but so nice. You think to yourself.

“Coco goat. Coco goat. Where are you?” You hear a faint voice call from behind you.

“Was that Qiqi?” You look behind and don’t see anyone. Until a little blue hat falls out of a bush.

“No. Qiqi’s hat.” She cries in soft dismay.

“Hey!” You call to her. She freezes. “Oh sorry. It’s okay I’m not mad.”

“Hello, adored one.” She says, grabbing her hat and moving closer to you.

“You know me?”

“Qiqi sees you in her dreams. Baizhu doesn’t believe Qiqi when she says that you are real.”

“I’m sorry to hear that Qiqi. If it’s easier for you to remember, you can call me Gen. But please try to remember that it’s with a G ‘Kay?” You shift to sit on your knees.

“You know about Qiqi’s memory problems?” She asks.

“Mhm. Let’s go back to Baizhu okay?”

“Okay. Mx. Adored Gen, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” You say as you put your socks and shoes back on.

“Why don’t people from your home like me? Why do you?” She looks down sadly 

“What?”

“In my dreams Qiqi hears you saying things like, I don’t get why people hate Qiqi. She’s adorable. And recently I heard you cheering and laughing about how you finally got her.” 

You did recently loose a 50/50 but you finally got Qiqi for the first time. “Sweetheart, look… they don’t mean it; and if they do then they don’t deserve you. You are an adorable, sweet, incredible person. It doesn’t matter what they say, because so many people love you. Baizhu, YaoYao, and me for example.”

“Okay. We can go back now.” She says as you pick her up and bring her back to Bubu Pharmacy.

“Listen, no one’s gonna hurt you while I’m here.” You console her as she rests in your arms.

“Baizhu! Qiqi told you that the adored one exists!” She shouts as you set her down and she runs into the Pharmacy.

“Qiqi. I’m so glad that you’re back, but what on earth are you talking about?”

“Hey! I’m Harry Styles!” You giggle. “Just a little joke, would’ve killed where I’m from. You can call me Gen with a G.” You extend your hand and Baizhu shakes it.

As he pulls his hand away he looks down at it the back at you. “You… really exist.”

“Huh?” You tilt your head with a smile.

“Come to the back with me. I’d like to talk in private.”

“Okay?” Well it’s not like I can die. I just hope that if this escalates it’s more like 50 shades and less like Dr Frankenstein.

“You too Qiqi.” Dang it! Cock blocked again?! I’ve gotten one kiss and it was from Dainsleif! He brings you into his office and you sit down on a couch. He closes the door and the windows and sits behind his desk.

“She’s been telling me for a while now about you.”

“Really?”

“Hm, she said that you’d descend from Celestia and you would have healing abilities far beyond what Teyvat has seen.”

“Well in all honesty that’s only because I met someone in celestia who gave me their powers. I’m just a normal human.”

“Well in any case I’m grateful for you looking out for Qiqi. Your kindness in her dreams has been an invaluable resource.”

“Of course!” You smile. Qiqi comes over and hugs you.

“Thank you, but Qiqi has to go tend to the reception.” She leaves, closing the door on her way out. 

“Now that she’s gone there’s something I wanted to talk to you about Dr.”

“Of course. Ask me anything that you’d like, I’ll help anyway I can to repay what you’ve done for Qiqi.”

“You don’t have to just because I helped Qiqi. You can say no if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“A beautiful person like you couldn’t make me uncomfortable.” He smiles.

❌

You smirk and walk over to straddle him. “Good because I’ve been having trouble for a while now. My ass is too tight. I need a smart, handsome doctor to stretch it out.”

He blushes.  “This is highly inappropriate… make it quick.”

❌

“Baizhu. I can’t feel my legs.”

“You were the one who asked me to do this.” He smirks. 

“Okay feeling is coming back. Thank goodness for my healing.”

He kisses your lips and you return with more passion and fire. “Come back anytime.”

“You shouldn’t be saying that as a doctor.” You tease. 

“You’re not one of my patients though.” He smirks back.

You got up and walked out of his office. You gave Qiqi a goodbye hug and left for the mountains to see what your new Geo Delusion can do.

“Okay so what can I do?” You hold up your hand with the delusion on it and a clay circlet appears in front of you. You take it in your hand and golden ring surrounds you. “Badass!” You say as you run towards the mountains and look for someone to fight.

Running through the mountains you were filled with a sense of wonder and excitement. ‘I haven’t seen a screen in what has to be a week or two, it feels strangely amazing. The grass feels soft and fresh under my skin.’

As you wander around, you hear something  whoosh and thunk behind you. You look behind you and see a treasure hoarder reloading his crossbow. He fires another one at you and you try to dodge but it just stops a few inches away from you. You raise the clay circlet in your hand and the gold ring around you shines brighter

“I can do this all day.” You hold out your delusion and shoot a slew jagged spall shoots towards him. Backup arrives and chases you away. “Okay no I can’t.”

You run as fast as you can trying to find somewhere to hide but they’re hot on your tail. Eventually they back you into a corner, you knocked to the ground by one of them holding an oar.

“Hehe, no where to run kid.”

‘What do I do? I don’t want to be kidnapped again. I am in Liyue, I wonder…’

“Xiao… please help me.” You whisper, while you squeeze your eyes shut.

 …Before you know it you hear a whoosh and the hoarders groans. You slowly open your eyes and see Xiao standing over you.

“Who are you? How do you know me?”

“I…” You felt so relieved that your body just fell back on the grass and you couldn’t move. You’re too tired from the events of the day and the absolute fear his presence left in you.

“HEY!! Get up!” You hear him say before you drift away from the conscious world.

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[kitthepurplepotato]

MWRMI Part 7

My Weird Roommate, Midoriya Izuku

🍼 Week 4 Part 1 - Deku’s daycare 🍼

~•🥦•~

Summary: You are added to a secret group chat.

Bakugou forces Midoriya to take a holiday, Midoriya looses his mind and so are you.

Midoriya realizes why does Y/N feel different than his other friends.

(Author is sleep deprived but it’s Izuku’s birthday, so ignore the mistakes and enjoy the early content. 😂 HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!)

Warnings: Swear words, Katsuki saying inappropriate things.

First part Masterlist

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Midoriya was barely home this week. He left with everyone the next day after the get-together and didn’t come back until late in the night, and even then, he only slept a few hours and went out again. There was a massive villain group on the loose around town so the two main agencies; Deku’s and Dynamight’s; barely had time to sleep before they were needed again.

To be honest, you needed some time to think so you really didn’t mind having a few days without the cuddly greenette but after a while the urge to see him got stronger than your common sense so you ended up asleep on the sofa just to be able to hear Midoriya’s mumbles for a few minutes before passing out again, finding yourself in your own bed the next morning.

You still don’t remember too much about that night; you know it was important and you know you are missing an important piece of the puzzle, but the memory is lost between the daydreams of soft lips and scarred hands. Your feelings are so tangled you can’t seem to see the end of it; you are stuck between feeling adoration for your favorite hero and being in love with one; adoration sounds too shallow but love sounds too fake; you are nothing but a lucky fan, so “love” is out of the game for you; Midoriya Izuku might be an affectionate, loving person but even with a big heart like his there is no way he can see you in a romantic way, so you try your best to keep your romantic feelings at bay; clearly failing at it, but you are indeed trying. Hard. Really hard.

You are quirkless and weird, you look okay but you are nothing out of the ordinary; you are not a model nor a genius, there is nothing about you that stands out enough for you to be even considered as a romantic interest.

Also, you are his flatmate. Even if things go the way you want them to, things can get weird really quickly; It’s risky business and you’ve had enough of those in the last few years so even though it hurts like hell you decide to take a step back. It’s not worth it to throw this beautiful thing between you and him away just because you can’t keep it in your pants, because honestly, the way Midoriya’s treating you is already more than what you could’ve ever asked for; he’s loving and affectionate and even you with your zero confidence can see how fond he is of you. You just need to put your stupid fluffy feelings aside and enjoy his company when he actually comes home, then get ready to have your heart broken when a better person takes your place in his heart.

It will be fine. Everything will be fine, eventually.

~•🥦•~

When you look at your phone, you are surprised to see a bunch of notifications on it; apparently, you were added to a group during the night. The group is called….

— Deku’s Daycare! —

*Bakugou added you to the group*

*Bakugou changed your name to “Freeloader”

Pikachu: Welcome to the group, Y/N! This group was made so we can keep an eye on Zuku when he’s too busy to reply to all of us!

Kacchan Sugoi: No, this group was made to talk shit about shitty Deku, because he’s an asshole who can’t even respond to messages.

EMO bitch(Jirou): No, I’m quite sure this group was made so we can all laugh at Deku’s shenanigans. Like how he said sorry to a lamppost the other day, because he bumped into it.

Piggy 🐷 (Mina): I thought this group is for surprise party planning? 🎈 💃

Glasses 👓: Guys, don’t confuse Y/N. We are all here because we worry about our friend and this way we can always get information from Bakugou-san about his well-being. As you live with our friend you will also be able to talk to us if something bothers you and we can also ask you about him when we are worried. Please, feel free to mute the group chat if it’s too much for you and we will contact you in other ways.

Kacchan Sugoi: With that said, you’ll have a long week ahead of you.

Freeloader: ? @Bakugou

Freeloader: Thank you guys for having me, it’s a pleasure to be here! Nice to meet you… Glasses?

Glasses 👓: I’m Iida Tenya. You might know me as Ingenium. Nice to meet you too.

You have no idea what’s Bakugou talking about, but the group looks really fun and you are really thankful to be a part of it. It’s still extremely weird to be involved with so many of your favorites on such a personal level, but you are getting much better at handling this.

~•🥦•~

You make your way out of your room around 10 AM to get a head start on your new commission. Midoriya’s next free day is in three days, so you don’t even bother putting on more layers; you are in shorts and a breezy tank top, your hair up in a messy bun. You do a quick stretch before sitting down at the table, your top riding up to your belly button, when you hear something falling on the floor in the living room. Ahh, your buddy is being a menace again.

“All Meowt, I told you not to sit on the coffee table! What did you…”

Midoriya stares at you from the sofa.

“Break…”

A random ball-shaped stress toy rolls on the floor until All Meowt snatches it and runs away.

“…this time?”

“Uhm… Hi.” Midoriya mumbles with a flushed face, and awkward smile decorating his pretty face.

“IZU-IZU!”

All your stupid thoughts are thrown out of the window as soon as you see the adorable greenette; you missed him so fucking much you actually had withdrawal symptoms at one point.

By the look of it, Midoriya went through the same thought process and met you halfway in the living room, hugging you tightly. Thanks to the breezy tank top his hands end up on your naked skin, sending shivers down your body; he moves his hands away while a barely audible “sorry” leaves his mouth.

“I missed you.” You look into his green eyes with a fond smile; from up close you can see how the outside of his irises are darker than the rest and it gets lighter and lighter by the middle. You also realize his eyes are absolutely huge; it’s really hard to stop staring into them.

“Stop looking at me like that.” The greenette sighs as he presses his forehead against yours; the word stops again and there is nothing but you and him in the middle of the living room.

“Why?” You mumble cheekily, a mischievous smirk appearing on your face.

Hey, it’s just two buddies having fun, okay?

“Y/N, can I kiss you?” The greenette spurts out, then pales; he almost THROWS you away the second he finishes his sentence. You stumble backwards from the strength of the push, staring at the red faced hero, waiting for an explanation. He did not say that, did he?!

“I mean, in a friendly way! On your cheeks or your hair, I’ve been thinking about it quite a lot, oh my god that was such a bad timing, wasn’t it, it sounded like I want to kiss you on your lips, not like kissing you on your lips would be a problem, I mean, you are really pretty and cute and you smell so nice, OhMyGodWhyDidISayThatOutoud, please, I really meant it in a friendly, affectionate way, oh my god I think I’m going to throw up, Y/N, what have I done, I need to go to the bathroom.” Midoriya then runs, his face changing between ‘white as a sheet’ and ‘red as a tomato’ as he hurries towards the bathroom, retching on the way.

You stare at the door for a few seconds before you burst out laughing, hysterically. There is no other way to get through this trauma than to laugh about it. Honestly, what the fuck was that?

“Don’t laugh at me, Y/N!” Midoriya whines from the bathroom. “This is so embarrassing!”

“You are an absolute idiot, Midoriya, but I fucking love you for it.” You yell in between two laughing fits as the hero emerges from the bathroom with a sad look on his face.

“Hey husband, come here.” You coo at the red faced greenette with a shit eating grin. Wow, you can’t believe you can bully your favorite hero like that. You do feel bad about it, but you can hate yourself later, now you just want to have fun.

He slowly moves closer but doesn’t look up; he just stares at the floor, mortified. You take his cheeks in your hand and give him a huge kiss on his forehead, then move down to his cheek; it’s so soft and so warm under your lips, your heart skips a beat. You can feel the blush creeping up on your face but fuck it; there is no place for a sad Midoriya in this household and if he wants kisses then he gets kisses. “Better?” The greenette just nods and pulls you close to hide his face in your neck, which seems to be his favorite thing to do with you as you guys usually end up in this position every time you get close to each other.

You don’t like the fact that he feels like he needs to hide from the world, but you appreciate the sentiment anyway; you really hope you can cure him out of this habit by the end of the year though. He’s such a great person and such a handsome guy, he really shouldn’t feel so self-conscious about himself.

“Now will you tell me why are you at home today or do I need to call Mama Katsuki?” You stroke Midoriya’s hair, his curls bouncing under your palm.

“Kacchan forced me to take a holiday. I hate holidays.” He murmurs, his face still hidden in your neck as he sighs by the end of the sentence.

“Bruhuhuh, you’ll need to be with me for a whole week? How terrible!” You act offended, pushing the green haired moron away. He looks at you with his puppy eyes and runs back to his hiding place while your heart skips another beat; this week will be awesome.

~•🥦•~

This week… is not awesome.

Midoriya has lost his mind. Completely.

The first few days were amazing; you watched movies while cuddling on the sofa, made food together and all that typical roomie jazz. The problems started when you realized you need to finish three commissions in a few days because there is a hero convention on the weekend you really want to go to and you asked the greenette to leave you alone for a bit so you can get a head start on them. He left for a day to see his mum, then came back with a bunch of homemade brownies. You managed to finish one of the commissions by the time he came back and also was able to start the other one. Great stuff.

…But this poor guy has zero hobbies. He tried to take care of the garden; he ended up overwatering everything so you left your drawing and went over to help him out; telling him about how much water the plants need, about what to cut and what not, while the hero looked at you like you just told him how to cure cancer and insisted to watch another movie while cuddling “to thank you”.

Then he tried to make dinner, almost burning the house down when he accidentally left the paper towel next to the open flame. Needless to say, you had to abandon your project and help the guy out with the rest of the cooking. He looked at you with his puppy eyes again and insisted to cuddle, because he was “really sad and lonely”.

You gave him a quick cuddle, but you really had to finish your commissions now; Midoriya moaned but he let you go. It only took him 2 hours to sit down next you and start giving you harsh feedback on every single flaw on the picture. For the next three days, Midoriya did nothing but sat next to you, sometimes touching your skin out of boredom and making you ruin a line or apply too much pressure on the paper, making a certain area darker than it was supposed to be.

This takes us all back to the present; You have 2 days to finish these bloody commissions. Two. Fucking. Days. You still have a full picture to do.

You need help. Goddamnit, you need help.

“I need to get another pencil from my room.” You stand up quickly, leaving the utterly bored hero sprawled out on the table. You fish your phone out of your pockets and start typing.

— Deku’s Daycare! —

Freeloader: Please, for the love of All Might, help me

Kacchan sugoi: You all owe me 5000 yen.

Pikachu: No way!

Freeloader: ?

Pikachu: Katsuki said you won’t last the whole week with Deku in your ass but we said you definitely will. :(

Freeloader: I’m not done with him or anything, I just need a few hours to finish a commission, that’s it really. He is indeed attached to me 24/7, but… I don’t have a problem with that part until my work is done.

Kacchan sugoi: Liar

Freeloader: Okay, he is a bit much when he’s bored.

Kacchan sugoi: There you go.

Shitty hair: Don’t worry Y/N, I’m on it!

By the time you come back with the same pencil you already had just in a different brand, Midoriya’s phone rings.

“Kiri? … yeah, I can! … that’s fine, see you in a few minutes!”

Midoriya jumps up from the table and runs to his room to change into his streetwear then runs towards the door without a single word. That’s just rude. You might wanted him to leave, but this is unacceptable.

“Not even a goodbye?” You ask, offended, with your hands on your waist.

“I’m so sorry, Eijirou asked me to come over for a bit! I really want you to come but you are busy and probably really done with me by the frustrated look on your face, so I thought I’ll just leave quickly…” Midoriya rambles without taking a single breath as he always does.

“Midoriya, I’m not done with you but I do need to finish these drawings. Stay safe, okay?”

“Will do! Bye!”

… aaaand he’s out of the door.

~•🥦•~

“Okay love, let me repeat what you’ve just said.” Kirishima looks at the disheveled greenette in front of him. “You feel rejected, because you asked Y/N if you can kiss her and she laughed.”

The other hero whines and slams his head into the table, leaving a dent in the furniture.

“Oi shithead, we just bought that fucking table!” Katsuki yells from the kitchen, rocking his all might apron while putting a batch of freshly made cookies into the oven.

“She laughed at me, yes! Like, it was a full on laughing fit! I felt like an idiot!”

“You are an idiot.” Katsuki grumbles from the kitchen; he really tries to make it look like he doesn’t care, but by the look of it, he really does. Kirishima thinks his roommate is adorable.

“So what happened after?”

“She kissed my forehead.”

Kirishima is really confused.

“So she laughed at you but then she kissed you, just how you wanted it. Am I missing something?”

“I don’t understand either!” Midoriya yells, looking like he’s having problems with his bowel movements. Maybe that’s the problem. Midoriya just needs to take a big old dump.

“It’s quite obvious, if you ask me.” The blonde comes in with a box of freshly made cookies after putting the timer on for the next batch.

Is it?! Is Kirishima missing something?

Yeah, Kirishima is indeed missing something. It only takes him one look at his best friend, who’s trying to talk to him by telepathy to understand the issue here.

“Izuku, my clueless, adorable friend.” Kirishima sighs, taking his friend’s hands into his own, slowly caressing the skin to calm the green haired man. “You do know you have a massive fat crush on her and you probably are just sad because you wanted her to kiss you somewhere else, right?”

“What? I do not h-have a c-crush on her!” Midoriya pulls his hands out of Kirishima’s grasp. “She’s my flatmate! That would be absolutely inappropriate!”

Katsuki didn’t like the way Midoriya has said that so he slams his hand on the table, leaving another dent. Oh well, it doesn’t matter anyway, it was already ruined by Midoriya only a few minutes ago so he might as well just explode it to pieces.

“Look into my fucking eyes, you dickless moron and tell me you don’t want to fuck her in those pajama shorts.” Katsuki looks deep into Midoriya’s eyes who swallows dramatically.

“Let me translate.” Kirishima smiles, clearly done with this shit. “Hypothetically… let’s say Y/N misunderstands you and kisses you on the lips. Passionately.”

Midoriya pales then gets red as a tomato, looking away into the distance while he thinks. After a few silent minutes, he starts to mumble.

“I have a massive, fat crush on my adorable flatmate in her adorable pajama shorts.”

“There you go, buddy.” Kirishima pats his head a few times, proud of his work.

“Now take these fucking cookies with you and fuck off. Invite her to the convention on the weekend as your plus one.” Katsuki slams the box in front of his friend aggressively. “What are you waiting for?! Get out of my fucking flat and bother someone else on their free day, goddamnit!”

Midoriya mumbles a few random words and quickly leaves through the window like the weirdo he is.

“Use the door, you stupid fuck! You do this every single time!”

Katsuki is in a mood. Nothing is funnier than Katsuki being in a mood when he’s wearing an All Might apron like a cute house wife.

“You are so cute, Kats.” The redhead looks at his flatmate dreamily.

“I fucking hate you too.” The blonde scoffs and retreats to the kitchen again.

Kirishima smiles to himself; he absolutely adores his friends.

— Deku’s Daycare! —

Kacchan sugoi: Midoriya stepped on my fucking window seal again.

Piggy 🐷: how dare he.

EMO bitch: Wow, so edgy.

Kacchan sugoi: No cookies for you.

EMO bitch: NOOOOOOOOOO

Piggy 🐷: NOOOOOOO

Glasses 👓: That’s indeed inappropriate. I’ll talk to him the next time I see him.

Kacchan sugoi: I’ll leave the cookies on your desk tomorrow.

Piggy 🐷: …

….Next Chapter!

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Potato rambles:

- So a lovely reader asked me about Katsuki’s funny story that haven’t been told in the last chapter of the story so here it comes!

Katsuki was in his room and he was quite angry; Denki made fun of him for not trying to play around with his snake yet as everyone else had already did (don’t ask why were they talking about this…) so Katsuki decided to give it a try.

His control of his quirk wasn’t the best back then and by the end of his shenanigans, his palm exploded. He thankfully moved away quickly from his willy but ended up exploding his sheets and Kirishima ran in to check up on him after hearing the explosion, and there Katsuki was, covered in his FLAMING sheets, looking like an an absolute idiot. Needless to say, Kirishima took a picture and fled the scene, knowing the blonde can’t possibly run after him with a naked ass. Well… he certainly did. They both got detention after.

Thank you for listening 😂

- Deku wanting to throw up every time he’s about to kiss someone is so fucking funny, I can’t 😂

- Midoriya does have one hobby, it’s hero analysis but he kinda ran out of people to analyze at this point. All Meowt doesn’t like to be petted for longer than 5 minutes so he was also not helpful.

- How did Katsuki force Deku to take a holiday? I have no idea this is a fanfiction shut up

- I managed to accidentally buy another figurine yesterday. This time, it was Kirishima. I’m not sorry. At all.

- I managed to break one of my colleagues today by telling them my real age. They thought I’m 20. Fuck, I wish.

See you next week!

Kit 💜

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated as always 🥦💚

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[starryeyedmunson]

meet me in the pale moonlight - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: it’s based loosely on the song ‘meet me in the pale moonlight’ by lana del rey, you are liked by everyone in town, except by eddie munson. you were going to crack that kid one way or another, and you were ready to use your charm on him in more ways than one.

warnings: way too much smut (minors get out of here. go on, scram), swearing, mention of both drinking and drugs but no usage, kind of switch!eddie but leaning more dom, kind of switch!reader but leaning more sub, pet names (baby, doll, sweetheart, princess, pretty boy), oral (f and m receiving), p in v, slight breeding kink (i had to), choking, orgasm denial, slight bondage (ish, you’ll get it in context)

author’s note: i worked very hard on this so PLEASE show some love. also i’m writing this on my 6 hour flight home next to a man who is listening so intently to a joe rogan podcast, and i’m uncomfortable to say the least. hopefully this scares him away. enjoy this sex rant. (update: he watched me write every word and even ASKED ME what i was working on. i said homework. it’s literally summer. i’m not okay)

word count: 4.9k

with every step you took, another jaw dropped.

you, y/n y/l/n, had everyone in the palm of your hand. wherever you walked, countless pairs of eyes followed, and it earned you a spot at the cheerleaders and basketball players’ table. you set your tray down smiling, and you had an arm swung over your shoulder that belonged to your friend, miles. you laughed and pushed him off of you, then turned to your best friend, chrissy cunningham.

“hey, how was history?” she asked. “i had a doctor’s appointment, so i couldn’t go.”

“i wouldn’t know, i skipped,” you said with a smirk. she rolled her eyes and laughed, and you smiled along with her. your eyes scanned the cafeteria quickly until you landed on a certain table. a certain person.

remember the whole “everyone in the palm of your hand” thing? i forgot to mention the only exception.

eddie freaking munson.

he never took one look in your direction. ever. you looked at him every time he walked down the hallway, but he could not care less about your presence.

it was infuriating.

it wasn’t that you weren’t satisfied with everyone else’s eyes on you; you were. but something about eddie’s total lack of interest made you unable to give two shits about other looks that you were so used to. you knew he hated your friend group given that they bullied him literally every day, but you never partook. you just sat there, amused by his bizarre responses to the nasty comments your friends made. the way he didn’t care about what anyone thought of him intrigued you, and you decided that you wanted him. bad.

the lunch bell drew you from your own head, and you were tugged upwards by miles and jason. you slapped their hands away and got up yourself, walking to the class you all shared.

the rest of the day went by very quickly, and as you walked out of last period you were mauled by two freshmen.

“what the fuck!’ you yelled, whipping your head around to find a set of one curly-haired and another lanky and way-too-tall boys.

you looked at them with raised eyebrows before the tall one spoke.

“we- we’re so sorry,” he said wide-eyed. “we’re l-late for something and- i’m sorry w- we have to go,” speaking at a rate of a thousand words per minute.

you were barely registering as you looked down at their shirts. they matched eddie’s and you instantly came up with an idea. the boys were already scrambling away before you yelled at them.

“wait!” you said. they froze, then slowly turned around. you smiled sweetly and walked towards them. “wheeler, right?” you said to the almost-black haired boy. he gulped and nodded his head ‘yes’ a little too aggressively, and you gave him your signature cutesy laugh.

“listen,” you turned to the smaller boy who now spoke at you. “we would love to stay and chat, but we’re about to get our asses handed to us if we’re late for this thing.”

“your club, right?” you said, totally uninterested in the details. the wheeler kid nodded again. “i’ve always wanted to know what you guys really did, do you mind if i come?”

you watched them both look to each other, back to you, then to each other, then finally back to you.

“um, sure?” wheeler said. you clasped your hands together and smiled, completely aware of the effect of talking to a pretty senior girl was having on these two poor freshmen.

“lead the way,” you said.

-

you knew damn well you were not walking into that classroom to sit and pretend to be interested in whatever it was they did, so when you walked in with those two boys and everyone’s eyes widened, you thought you knew what you signed up for.

boy, you could not be more wrong.

there sat eddie, in some sort of throne. he didn’t even look up as he set up a folder and a book of some sort, messing around with the little statues and game pieces that littered the board.

“th-this is y/n,” one of the freshmen said. you waved a shy ‘hi’ at the group who sat there unmoving. you had to hide your smirk as they stared at you, but your confidence fell flat when the entire reason you came to the stupid club meeting looked at you with the most unimpressed expression you had ever witnessed.

“this is why you were late?” he said. the boys’ faces turned bright red, and they scurried towards the table. you cleared your throat before trying to work your magic.

“i was just curious about what your game actually was,” you said slowly, putting your hands innocently behind your back. his disinterested expression hardened, and you could tell he was not buying a single word that spilled from your mouth.

“that’s great, sweetheart, but i don’t care,” he said, his eyes moving back down to the table. you almost huffed in frustration, but you just cleared your throat and excused yourself, walking out of the classroom. the door closed behind you, and you let out a quiet groan. you were going to crack this kid if it was the last thing you did.

-

the next day rolled around, and there you were at lunch. you glared in eddie’s direction while he paid you no mind, but you were shaken from your concentration by chrissy.

“did you even hear me?” she said while laughing.

“what’d you say?” you said back.

“i said are you excited for the party tonight? i’ve been thinking about it all week and need to run some outfits by you,” she said rapidly. you rolled your eyes before replying.

“chris, we get drunk, like, every weekend. this probably isn’t going to be that much different than last friday. or the one before that. or the one before-“

“okay, okay, i get it,“ she said. “but what else is there to do? there’s not really another way to have fun besides, like, drugs or something.” the mention of drugs peaked your interest. you slowly turned your head to her with a knowing smirk, and she started shaking her head. “no no no, that was a joke, y/n,” but your smile grew even wider.

“come on, it’ll be so much fun. plus, i know exactly where to get them,” you said, the perfect plan falling into place.

“you? know where to buy-“ she cut herself off and gave you a look. “no. you might get possessed.”

“shut up, it’ll be fine,” you said before smirking. she raised her eyebrows before slowly nodding her head down and sighing.

“if he murders you, all i’m going to say at your funeral is ‘i told you so’”

-

“no.”

“what? come on,” you said with a pout. you had cornered eddie at his locker, and he wasn’t even facing you.

“i’m not selling weed, let alone cocaine to a person who has never touched drugs in their life,” he said with an annoyed tone.

“and how do you know i’ve never tried drugs?” you said, poking his arm. he turned and looked you up and down, then raised an eyebrow once he made it back to your face. “okay, fine. but you know what they say, you gotta start somewhere!” you said enthusiastically.

truth was, you didn’t give a shit about what he was selling. you just wanted to get some alone time with him, even if you had to spend money to do it.

god, this was a new low for you.

“if i do it will you leave me the hell alone?” he said. you nodded excitedly and flashed him a smile that he didn’t return. “fine. meet me in the woods just outside of school at eight. deal?”

you faltered at the thought of being in the woods, alone, with eddie munson, at night. “uh, yeah, deal.” you said, the fake smile making its way back onto your face.

he nodded curtly and slammed his locker shut, leaving you alone in the hallway. you wondered if it was a mistake, if meeting him tonight was a good idea. you shook your head to get the hair out of your face as well as the concern out of your head, and you walked towards the front of school both excited and nervous about what would transpire in about five hours.

-

you sat on the table, your leg bouncing on the bench with nervousness. you looked around as you waited for the long-haired boy, no, man to show up, and when he finally did you breathed a sigh of relief. he walked up slowly and showed genuine surprise when he saw your frame sitting atop the table. 

“well, well, well, the princess actually showed up,” he said, and you could make out the smirk on his face as he walked closer. the moonlight was hitting him just right when he finally stopped in front of you.

“oh i’m a princess? don’t flatter me, munson,” you said with a smirk to match his. he rolled his eyes and sat down next to you, setting down the black box he carried with him everywhere. he opened it to reveal an assortment of bags of weed, pill bottles, and tiny bags filled with a white powder. you gulped at the sight of all the illicit paraphernalia, and he laughed to himself.

“i’m definitely not selling this to you now, princess” he said with drawling out the pet name, and you shook the expression from your face before looking back up at him.

“first of all, stop calling me that,” you said. “second of all, you shut up. it’s not every day that a sweet girl like me sees a bunch of felonies in some kid’s lunch box.”

“a sweet girl like you?” eddie laughed out. “please, nothing about you is sweet.”

you were genuinely taken aback. “and what makes you say that?”

“don’t think i don’t know why you walked into hellfire yesterday,” he said knowingly, and you coughed from embarrassment. “don’t think i don’t feel you staring at me from across every room we share. it’s quite pathetic, really.”

“how would you know i stare at you? quite presumptuous if you ask me,” you said with absolutely no confidence. you were in a position you had never been in before, and you had no idea what was going on as eddie closed the lunchbox and set it down. his body was now fully facing yours, and the smirk on his face was humiliating you more by the second.

“are you denying that you do?” he asked. you were falling into his trap by looking into his dark eyes. you knew they were brown, but you couldn’t make them out due to the darkness. the moon was still hitting his face perfectly, giving the side of his face a sort of glow. your eyes flitted around his illuminated features, and you realized how pretty he actually was.

you slowly shook your head. the smirk on his face grew, yet it now had a certain darkness behind it. now it was his eyes that ran across your face, really taking in your features.

“and is there anything you’re going to do about it?” you said, genuinely nervous.

“would you like me to, princess?” he asked, his face inching closer and closer to yours. your breath hitched. this was it. this was what you had so desperately craved. but now that the moment was here, you were putty in his hands when it was supposed to be the other way around. chrissy, your friends, and the party you were supposed to be attending were now distant thoughts as eddie took control of your head. everything in your body was screaming at you to get back at least some of your dignity, but you had never experienced the submission you were now.

but you fuckin’ liked it.

you nodded your head lightly, and he took the signal. he leaned in, and as soon as your lips connected, it was straight fireworks. clearly he had done this before, much to your surprise, but every thought was taken away from you with each movement of your mouths. his one hand moved its way to your hips, gripping tightly and causing your breath to falter and him to smile into your kisses. they deepened, and soon enough you were out of air. your tongues clashed as you both fought for dominance, but eddie prevailed every time. your teeth were almost touching as your make out session heated up. the hand that wasn’t gripping your waist moved to the back of your head where eddie laced his fingers through your hair. he tugged lightly at first, then it grew harsher. your hands were gripping his arms for dear life as he pulled on your perfectly curled locks, eliciting moans from your mouth.

he bit your lower lip lightly before pulling away, and you were breathless when he did so. the smirk plastered on his face paired with his flushed cheeks was enough to start a pooling of arousal from you, and you knew he was going to give you shit for it when he found out.

he kept eye contact as he moved down to your neck, only breaking it to go to work. your arms flew around him and it was your turn to tangle your fingers in his hair. contrasting you, he pulled your hair to the point that your head was thrown back, giving him more access to leave markings all across your neck. it felt so good, the hot and sloppy kisses that he left in his wake. he occasionally bit down on the flesh and sucked hard before smoothing the now-bruised skin over with his tongue.

you were drowning in pleasure, and he lifted his head to look back at you.

“look at you,” he said, looking your face up and down. “so easily turned on.” he ran the hand on your hip down to your thigh, grazing the skin over and over while stopping at the hem of your skirt every time. “i’m liking the skirt, sweetheart. reminds me of you in that little cheerleading uniform i get to see you in at school.” you were dripping at his words, but the only way you could communicate was through whimpers of desperation. he chuckled darkly as he looked down at your legs, and he slowly dragged his fingers lightly to finally push up the edge of the skirt like he had always fantasized about doing.

shit, you thought. this is the big reveal.

his hands finally reached the place where your thighs met your pelvis, and he abruptly stopped. he looked up at you in genuine surprise before his expression changed into one of impressment.

“and what did you think you were doing, coming here with no panties on?” your eyes moved slowly up to his face, only to see his pupils blown as he looked at you.

“i know how to get what i want” you countered, finding your confidence that was thrown out the window since seeing him walk up to the table just minutes earlier.

“we’ll see about that, princess,” he said. “you’re going to have to be very good, do you understand?” you nodded your head, growing impatient as his fingers made their way to where you wanted them most.

he finally gave in, running two of his fingers between your folds. it was enough to make you cum right there, but you were pushed to the edge when those same fingers found your clit. he applied only the lightest bit of pressure, and your hips bucked upwards out of instinct to get more of what you needed.

“ah-ah,” he said, pulling his hand way. “wait your turn, sweetheart.” you groaned out of irritation, but you were instantly satisfied as you felt his fingers return to their spot on your now-throbbing clit.

he slowly pressed harder as he rubbed circles over it, and at this point you were a moaning mess. he had barely even done anything, yet there you were, writhing and needy with your eyes closed and your head thrown back. he was staring at you with lust in his eyes, but he pulled his hand away yet again. your eyes opened quickly and you looked at him, but he just laughed.

“since you’ve been so good and sound so sweet,” he said, but he didn’t finish his sentence as he got off the table and centered himself in between your legs, your skirt still on. he sat on the bench in front of you and looked up at you with those big brown eyes, and you were mentally preparing yourself for what you knew was about to happen. “lay down on the table,” he said in a low and commanding voice. you slowly did so, and you could feel his hot breath on your pussy before he finally lifted the bottom of your skirt and attached his mouth to your clit.

the way he took it in his mouth, sucking harshly and running his tongue over it while licking fat stripes up your pussy in between had you reeling. his hand snaked up your still-clothed body until it found your neck, where his grip tightened and put you in a frenzy. his other arm had your leg hooked around it where he held you down to keep you from moving.

“fuck, eddie,” you moaned out, your hands instantly grabbing at his hair. his grasp on your neck was tight, but not completely suffocating. “m-more.”

“what was that?” he said, looking up at you but never ceasing his relentless eating your pussy. 

“m-more, p-please,” you choked out, trying your best to form the words. you felt eddie smile against your core.

“as you wish, princess,” he said before removing his hand from your throat. he traced all the way back down your body before his hand found where your entrance was, slowly pushing a single digit inside.

you should’ve just brought a megaphone with how loud you yelled, his finger pumping slowly in and out. the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit and his finger curling inside of you was almost too much to bear, and when he added a second it was game over.

“p-please,” you moaned out. “g-gonna c-“

everything stopped.

your head flew up to look at him where you were met with a devilish smirk. you had had about enough, and as a surge of irritation and sexual rage washed over you, so did a leap of confidence.

“what’s the look for, doll?” he said. you took the smirk away from him, and you sat up and leaned forward. you lifted his chin with your finger before you kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. you pulled away and were met with a confused look on his face. you swung your leg over his head before hopping off the table, moving to be behind him. he turned his head to look at you, but you stood still. 

“all the way around, pretty boy,” you said. now it was his turn to lose the confidence, and he silently obliged. once he was facing you, you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and took it off, nice and slow. he watched you, mouth gaped open when you finally dropped the shirt on the ground. not only were you not wearing underwear, but it seemed that you had forgot your bra as well. he drank in your appearance, not even know where to rest his eyes as he admired you. you walked over to him slowly, and he watched as you got on your knees. the leaves were rough, but you barely paid any attention to that as you looked up at eddie with doe eyes. he gulped as you ran your fingers along his thighs and up to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it slowly. he hurriedly took it off and threw it somewhere, and you laughed to yourself. 

“so eager,” you said, now in complete control. your hands then moved to his zipper and slowly undid it. his breath hitched as you reached the bottom of the zip, and you palmed him through his briefs. he let out a soft ‘ah’ as your hand wrapped around his clothed length, stroking it softly. he stared at you as you picked up the pace, finally using your other hand to pull at his waistband as a signal for him to take off his pants. you pulled away as he frantically took of his pants and briefs, laughing at his fumbling. your laughter was cut short once his cock sprang free. you were impressed to say the least, and eddie caught it.

“like what you see, sweetheart?” he said cockily.

“did i say you could talk?” you said, not wanting to give up the control you had just gotten. he put his hands up in defense and leaned back while still looking at you. you grabbed his cock once again, the feeling of his skin warm under your fingers. you resumed your stroking, and eddie’s breathing became uneven. it wasn’t until you kitten-licked his tip that he let out a small moan. he sounded so good, so needy as the small sounds came from his mouth. you continued teasing him, now running your tongue on the underside of his throbbing length.

“b-baby,” he said, completely out of breath.

“wait your turn, remember?” you said, quoting him from before. he let out a laugh that turned into a guttural moan as you took him in your moth completely. 

he had never had it like this before. the way your head bobbed up and down, your mouth holding what you couldn’t fit. the way you let your tongue drag roughly up his cock while sucking with the perfect amount of pressure. the way you looked up at him with those big eyes of yours. and when you finally removed your mouth to reattach it to his balls, he lost it.

he had now turned into the moaning mess as you jacked him off, his balls your new area of focus. his head was facing upwards as he tried not to close his eyes, but everything you were doing had him on a chokehold.

“f-fuck, y/n,” he stuttered. “feel s-so good.”

you detached yourself but still moved your hand up and down his shaft, and you smiled up at him. “such pretty sounds from such a pretty boy. you gonna come for me?” you said, your voice almost doing the job for him. he nodded quickly, his eyes closing as he felt that familiar feeling build up.

again, everything stopped.

he head was still pointing at the sky as he let out a dark laugh. his hands moved from your hair to your hot cheeks, and he slowly looked down at you.

“bad decision, sweetheart.”

you knew you were totally in for it at this point.

he guided you with his hands still cupping your cheeks onto your feet, and you began to take your skirt off before his hands flew to grip your arms.

“leave it on,” he said maintaining eye contact. you nodded with a silent smile before he led you to the end of the table. you had just caught your breath before you were spun around to face the table, his hand on your lower back pushing you down onto your stomach roughly.

you waited a couple seconds before you felt eddie’s cock run up and down your pussy, causing you to groan in anticipation.

“i don’t know if you deserve this, princess. my cock inside of you. you haven’t been a very good girl, edging me like you just did.”

“please, eds,” you breathed out. “i promise i’ll be good just-“ he cut you off by completely railing into you. you cried out in pain that immediately turned into pleasure. he pulled back out all the way.

“what did you say?” he said. “i don’t think you finished.”

“p-please. fuck m-me please,” you moaned out, already missing the feeling of his cock inside of you. you could practically see the smile on his face as he pressed slowly into you this time, stretching you out. your hands, beside your head, scratched at the table, and he grabbed them to hold behind your back. the feeling of his hips hitting your ass mixed with his dick hitting just below your g-spot was pure ecstasy. you could feel a layer of sweat on your back, yet eddie kept his hand there to hold you down. you moaned his name over and over as he made you his, his cock slipping in and out of your wet core with ease.

“so fucking tight,” he said, breathing heavily. “and so wet. for who? say who it’s for, baby.” you could barely think as the speed of him fucking you kept increasing. your legs became wobbly as you heard him speak again. “words, y/n, say who it’s for.”

“y-you,” you managed. “all f-for you.” he groaned as he pulled out. you were suddenly empty, but with the speed in which he flipped you over and hooked your legs on his shoulders was fast enough that you were full of him again in no time.

your eyes were rolling into the back of your head as this new position finally gave him the access to that perfect spot in your pussy, and he was ruining you with every thrust. your eyes were opened and trained on his face. there were beads of sweat formed around his hairline, and his head was down as he watched himself fuck you over and over again. your gaze moved down to see what he was looking at, and you almost came from the sight alone. he moved in and out of you at the fast, perfect pace you loved, and you were turned cock-drunk. your hands were helplessly grasping at nothing, and you screamed his name once his fingers found your clit.

you were moving closer and closer to your orgasm, but you couldn’t even think with him fucking you the way he was. you let out a small whimper, and eddie understood you perfectly.

“i know, baby, but not just yet,” he said, quickening the circles he rubbed into your sensitive clit. you looked up at him, and he almost lost it then. you were completely fucked out, your hair everywhere and your cheeks flushed. “jesus, you look so pretty like this. all ruined because of me,” he said reaching back for your throat. the familiar feeling of his hand tightening around your neck was the last thing you needed to be sent over the edge.

“e-eddie, n-need,” was all you could get out.

“hold on, doll, just a little longer i promise,” he said, his attention going back down to where he was relentlessly fucking your hole. “wanna cum with you.”

“f-fill me u-up,” you said. you had never let anyone do that before, but the way you were completely lost in lust had you hooked on him.

“fuck, baby,” he said, looking back to you. his hand tightened even more, knocking the wind out of you. “want me to cum inside you? want me to fill this pretty pussy of yours?” you nodded frantically. “gonna need to hear it, princess. want you to tell me you want my cum dripping from your hole.”

“yes, fuck! please i n-need it,” you yelled out. it was all you could bear, and the knot in your stomach was a dam about to break. “please, c-can i c- please,” you said. it didn’t make any sense, but eddie knew you like the back of his hand at this point.

“come on, princess. you can do it,” he said softly. you let yourself go, crying out his name as your walls throbbed around his cock, you had never cum this hard, and it resulted in your squirt drenching both yourself and eddie. it was euphoric, and eddie couldn’t hold it in anymore either after that. he chased after you, white hot liquid spurting deep into your pussy. you felt every drop as he fucked you through both of your orgasms.

the high died down, and he finally pulled out to reveal you leaking with his cum. he was breathing heavily as he walked over to grab both your and his own shirts, and he walked back over to you who was still laying on the table and looking up at the stars. he placed your shirt on your stomach, and you took it from him with limp hands. you felt a cloth come in contact with your now-overstimulated clit, and you hissed from the feeling.

“sorry, doll,” he muttered as he cleaned you up first, then himself. you sat up on your elbows as you watched him, then made eye contact with him as he lifted his head. you sat up completely and put your shirt on, but when you pulled it over your head you saw eddie still shirtless. you cocked your head, and he raised an eyebrow. “what, did you think i was going to put this back on?” you laughed, but due to your soreness you tried to cut it short. he smiled down at you before continuing.

“alright, lay it on me,” he said. ���was it everything you hoped it would be?”

“i wouldn’t say that,” you joked, and he let out a small laugh.

“well then, princess, i guess i’m just going to have to keep trying until it is.”

“i guess you will,” you said with a smile. 

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #Smut #stranger things smut #stranger things #stranger things 4 #imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie x you

[pinkjanu]

A short Akaashi Keiji fanfic!

Professor!Akaashi x Studentfem!reader

Warning⚠️: Professor x student, f*ngering, d*ck grinding, swear words, light smut.

third person POV:

The trees' leaves were fluttering back and forth. flying and tweeting birds. cats were fighting each other.

The 20-year-old Y/n was not paying attention in chemistry class and was gazing out the window.

I mean.. why would she? She was hooking up with the professor anyway.

Akaashi Keiji, to be exact.

Y/n was well aware that doing something like that was against the rules of the school. but, 'who tf cares?' she thought.

That was very dumb of her, I know. like, of course everyone would care Y/n! If someone were to find out about that, you would be labelled as a 'girl who fucks professors', or even worse! be expelled from college! And! Akaashi Keiji will loose his job.

However, Y/n, being the careless girl she is, she did not think twice about seducing and having sex with her professor.

for what exactly?... to get her grades up. (and akaashi keiji is hot)

So, instead of studying, she decided to fuck her teacher for the sake of her low ass grade, to be high.

She really is a dumbass.

Second person POV:

*BRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMNKKKKKKKK*

"finallyyy, class is over' you thought.

You quickly packed your things and got up from your chair.

"Hey Y/n! wanna eat lunch together?" a friend of yours, asked.

"Yeah sure!" You agreed with a smile on your face.

As you two were about to leave the classroom, your professor called out your name.

"Y/n, I would like to talk to you, please." Akaashi Keiji a.k.a your (hot) professor, said.

You looked at Akaashi, then back at your friend.

"You can go first, I'll be there" You said to your friend.

As they left, you turned around and faced Akaashi.

"soo... why'd you wanna talk?" you asked him.

"You weren't paying attention in class today. Why is that?" He asked, sounding a bit upset.

"i was bored, sorry... umm, can i go now? i still have to meet up with my friend." you were in a hurry, and Akaashi could clearly see that, but, he wasn't gonna let you off so easily.

"Look. I don't really need to pay attention when i can just have sex with you, and then.. boom! My grades are magically line of 9!" you explained.

Akaashi sighed.

"I am aware of that, Y/n, but you must pay attention. You cannot go around sleeping with professors..If you're dumb, you will never succeed in life."

"Ouch.. did you just call me dumb? That's very rude of you" You said. Your hand on your chest, acting hurt.

Akaashi laughed softly.

"Come sit on my lap, Y/n" He said, manspreading on his chair, whilst looking at you seductively.

"As much as i want to have sex with you, sorry but, we're at school" You denied his sexyness.

"I promise we won't do anything. I just want to hug you, sweetheart." He said, smiling softly.

You sighed, giving in because of his cuteness.

"Okayy.." You walked up to him and sat on his lap, feeling his hands snake around your waist whilst his face was burried in your neck.

"You smell good" He complemented.

"stop with your complements. I know what you're doing" you rolled your eyes.

"what do you mean by that?" Akaashi questioned, tightening his grasp on your waist.

"You're gonna act all sweet and shit. then next thing u know, You're fucking me."

"And yet, you still fell for it" He whispered in your ear, smirking at your shocked reaction.

"Wait, what!? i was just joking-"

"Too late "

it was too late indeed.

You felt his hands, inside your skirt, teasing your....

your what?.... Clothed vagina?.. Clothed pussy? or.. Clothed female genitalia??? i honestly do not know how to describe it as. let's just stick to clothed pussy😀.

You whimpered as you felt his middle and ring finger do circular motions on your clothed clitoris.

he continued on doing that for a few seconds.

Eventually, he became impatient and entered his hand inside your underwear, making him touch your wet pussy. (im cringing hard)

He started to do the same circular motions on your naked, and sensitive clit.

Hearing you holding in your moans, turned him on soo much that you could feel him starting to have a boner.

You started to grind on his lap, making you both feel pleasure.

"Fuck... you're so hot" He groaned.

"F-Fuck...mmhh~" You moaned out, feeling a tingling sensation inside your stomach.

As Akaashi noticed your moans getting louder, He entered two fingers in you, letting his palm press against your clit.

"Aah..~ f-fuck yes~" You moaned louder, feeling the tingling sensation more and more as if it was about to burst.

Akaashi on the other hand, is grinding his clothed dick on your ass, faster and faster, in desperate need of cumming.

"Fuck Y/n.. you f-feel so good mm~" He moaned in your ear.

"I'm gonna cum.. aah~!" You moaned out, about to reach your climax.

"Let's cum together", and with Akaashi's one last thrust, his cock twitched inside his pants and released a white fluid, making his front part of his pants, wet.

Your cum was dripping all over your thighs, making your underwear and skirt, wet.

Both of you were panting heavily. Sweats dripping down from your faces.

You both looked like you two just ran a marathon.

*BBBRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMNKKKKKKK*

The bell rang, signalling that lunch was over.

"Shit! i better fix myself!" you said, panicking.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, bye Akaashi!" And with that, you ran your way through the girl's bathroom.

Akaashi could only let out a soft laugh.

who wouldn't?

You looked so cute. Your face was full on red!

Even if you left, akaashi was still admiring your beauty, making him forget about his cum stain on his pants.

The end🥰.

I haven't written smut for like, 2 years now.😭

#akaashi keiji x reader #smut #haikyuu smut #fem!reader #light smut #fukurodani #akaashi keiji #hq akaashi #akaashi smut #anime

[feelbokkie]

Don’t Let Me Love You | Felix and Bai (A DLMLU Side Story)

pairing: Felix x Bai

genre: smau, non!idol au

pov: 3rd person

warnings: swearing, Bai, suggestive

summary: Key moments in Bai and Felix's relationship pre-Don't Let Me Love You.

word count: 2,412

screenshot count: n/a

a/n: i got carried away, oops. had to completely cut a short story from here

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First Meeting?

"Yeah, I know where the bar is," Felix sighs into the phone. He quickly shoves his textbook in his backpack and rushes out of the lecture hall. His business course ran longer than he had hoped for because a few of his classmates couldn't grasp the concept of prepaid-variable forwards. Even his courses in the culinary department didn't have so many people confused by the end a lecture.

"Okay, we're just waiting for you and Y/n. She got held up campus so she might be even later. I would ask you to swing by the art building and pick her up but she might be a little too long." Hyunjin slurs. He's already been at the bar for a few hours and drank a few drinks.

"I'll be there in like 15 minutes then. Slow down, okay Hyunjin, I don't feel like dragging your drunk ass back to your apartment again."

"Aye, aye, captain! See you in a few," He hums be for hanging up the phone.

The crisp spring air hits Felix's face as he exits the business school main building. Pinks, oranges, and soft yellows dance across the sky as the sun sets in the distance. It's only 7, but it feels so much earlier to him. Since starting university, he's spent most of his time in classrooms either for the business department or the culinary department. The only free time he has he spends with the dance club, where he met Hyunjin and formally met Minho, who is his senior in both departments he's apart of. How the two of them found time to hang outside of class and club activities is beyond him. But today, they invited him out and he actually has time to join them for once.

He throws his skateboard on the floor and slowly kicks off. The wind in his black hair cooling him down after being stuck in a stuffy lecture hall for a few hours. Unfortunately for Felix, he only had classes in the business department today and they were all scheduled so close together that he hardly had a break to get some fresh air since this morning.

He's halfway off campus when his eyes land on a girl with long black hair slowly picking her stuff off the floor, her backpack laying completely empty next to her. He skates past her quickly. It's not his business, not his problem. Only, he could swear he could hear her sniffling.

"Shit..." He mutters to himself as he picks up his skateboard and walks back to the girl. He knows he would beat himself up all night for not helping her later.

He can hear her sniffling getting louder as he approaches her. Her back is facing him as she picks up the loose papers from the floor. It's mostly a contained mess, she doesn't have many papers and. He can't help but notice her laptop laying on the floor.

"Do you need some help?" He asks, standing over her.

"Not unless you're a computer whiz," She mumbles.

"I kinda know a bit about computers. What happened?" Felix crouches down and grabs her pen case from behind her.

"My backpack ripped at the bottom and everything fell out, now my laptop won't turn on. I have all of my pictures and videos of my parents on there--God, I just know my cousin has something to with this. She always ruins everything of mine." She huffs.

"She sounds like a bitch," Felix laughs.

"She's the devil incarnate, actually. And it's not enough that I have to see her at home, she had to come to my university to torture me." She grumbles to herself. Felix moves in front of her and picks up her laptop, examining it.

"I can't help you with the devil, but i might be able to save your laptop. If not, I can at least try to recover the pictures and videos." Felix says as he lightly shakes the computer to see if anything has been knocked loose.

"Really?" The girl's head swings up, looking at Felix for the first time since he started helping her. His breathe gets caught in his throat at the sight of her. Her puppy dog eyes stare at him hopefully while her full lips twitch trying not to smile. Everything about her is perfect, her blemish free skin, her small pug-like nose--hell, the fact that she was crying only adds to her beauty. Her messy hair frames her face perfectly like a picture that should be hung in a museum. 

"Y-yeah," Felix clears his throat, averting his eyes back to the computer, "like I said, I know a bit about computers. We can head over to the library right now and I can see what I can do."

"Are you sure? It's late and I'm sure you have somewhere else to go."

"Not really. C'mon, let's go before the library gets too crowded. You can buy me a coffee as a thank you." Felix grabs a few of her things and stands up, quickly sends a message to Hyunjin letting him know that he can't head to the bar any more.

"Thank you, I'm Im Bai-Mi by the way." She stands up and grabs the rest of her things from the floor. She shoves her stuff back into her ripped bag and holds it upside down to keep everything inside. she brushes the dirt off of her jeans and wipes her face with her oversized shirt.

"Nice to meet you, Bai. I'm Lee Felix Yongbok."

***

Real First Meeting

Felix's eyes scan the party, looking for at least one of his friends. He doesn't even know why he goes to these things anymore with them. Every frat party at JYPU is the same. They're at some senior student's shared house, the lights are off, some strange led light is on to give the party a certain weird vibe, and the trashy music is too loud. The music at this party isn’t too trashy this time. The self-proclaimed DJ, which always happens to be a student from the music school who swears they're the next best thing, just plays the top 40s with occasional remixes and sneaks in their original songs. Felix and his friends always go together, but as soon as they cross the threshold into the party, they go their separate ways. 

Those who are in a relationship take their significant other and find a corner to sit at for the rest of the night. Hyunjin and Minho almost always go and find someone to hook up with and pretend like they never met them the following day. Felix, without fail, will look for the nearest bottle of alcohol and proceed to get as fucked up as he possibly can before one of the more responsible members, normally Minho, finds him and drags him home. If he's lucky, he'll find someone and hook up with them in one of the vacant rooms before then.

Tonight is different. As much as he wants to get shitfaced and find someone who is willing to make some bad decisions, he much rather be back in his dorm, wallowing in self pity and reminding himself of all the reasons he deserves to just disappear. He was doing just that when Minho, Hyunjin, and a few other people from the dance club forced their way into his dorm to make him go out. 

He can't just leave the party without telling as least one of his friends; they'll all start panicking and start a search party for him. And even if he sent them a text, he knows they're too stupid while drunk to even think to check their phones. With his luck, all of his friends are probably too busy getting lucky and he'd be waiting a few hours before he found any of them. He considers calling the police and reporting the party for underage drinking and get it shut down so he can go home. 

Scanning the crowd proves to be dangerous as he meets the eyes of several girls he's no doubt slept with over the years. Felix's reputation at the university is nothing short of promiscuous. In his 3 years attending JYPU, he's managed to enter player status with the amount of people he's rejected and his ability to always hook up with at least one person at parties and then being cold to them. It's only natural that some of his past flings are scorned. He's only painfully aware of how many people he's slept with now that he's mostly sober.

He gives up trying to find his friends and retreats to the roof which is a less crowded than it is downstairs and the backyard. He immediately walks to the ledge and leans over it, taking in the sights of the city as his freshly dyed blond hair blows in the wind. His head whips around at the sound of a vaguely familiar laugh. He meets the eyes of a girl he knows he's seen before but can't quite remember why.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" He asks loudly, at the girl as she walks over to the ledge with him.

"Trust me, you'd remember me." She says smugly, moving her hair off her shoulder and looking at Felix.

"Oh I don't doubt that." Felix laughs, "Which is why I know for a fact that I know you from somewhere. Did we sleep together?" He asks honestly. It wouldn't be the first time he forgot someone he's slept with. At least this girl doesn't have a drink in her hand that she could throw in his face.

"Oh please, you wish," She scoffs, rolling her eyes. She's not entirely wrong. She's wearing the shortest skirt and the most revealing low cut crop top, not leaving much to the imagination. Felix has already thought of several ways he wanted to take them off of her. She catches Felix checking her out and can't help but smirk, triggering a memory in Felix's mind.

"Laptop girl! Your name is like Bambi or something, right?"

"Bai-Mi," She laughs.

"Bai-Mi... wow, it's been like what, 2 years since I pulled a good samaritan and saved your laptop?"

"Yeah, thanks for that by the way." She puts her elbow on the ledge and rest her head in her hand.

"You never did by me that coffee,"

"If I remember correctly, you told me not to because it was way too late for caffeine."

"Hmm, that does sound like something I would say."

"I didn't think college parties would be your thing." She hums.

"Why? Because I fixed your computer?"

"Yeah, you had a geek chic thing going for you from what I remember."

"And now?"

"You look like every douchebag at this party." She snorts.

"Probably fucked my fair share of girls to actually be in that douchebag category."

"You?"

"Oh you don't know? Clearly you haven't heard of fuckable Felix." Felix laughs sadly.

"Please tell me you're not going around calling yourself that."

"Don't have to, everyone else at the university does for me."

Both Felix and Bai fall silent for a moment, the only sounds that could be heard are the hushed whispers of conversation around them and the music from the party.

"Do you want to get out of here? I can properly thank you for my computer and buy you something to eat or something."

"Or something?" Felix questions.

"I'll leave that up to you. C'mon, I'm leaving anyways. The guy I wore this outfit for didn't even bother to show and I'm getting cold and hungry."

"Yeah, sure, why not,"

***

Same Mistakes

"I gotta go," Bai says slipping on a shirt and getting up from the bed to find her pants.

"No in my shirt you don't. That's my favorite one." Felix chuckles, sliding his boxers back on. He climbs out of the bed and wraps his arms around Bair, nestling his head into the crook of her neck.

"I'll bring it back to you later, Lixie. I was supposed to meet Chris two hours ago but you called and well," She wiggles out of his grip and pulls her pants on.

Felix got comfortable with Bai over the past six months and the idea of her going to meet with someone else doesn't sit well with him. He doesn't want to be in a relationship with her, something they both agreed on once they realized that their one night stands were becoming a regular part of their routines. And then their casual sex blossomed into something more in their short time together, something Felix craved because it made him feel something. He knows that she doesn't feel the same way, she's actively pursuing some other guy while hanging out with him. The only thing he can hope for is spending as much time with Bai as possible and maybe sway her to him.

"You thief. You never bring back any of my shirts. And now you're going to meet up with some guy in it." He scoffs, playing at the hem of the shirt.

"He's not some guy, Lixie," She walks over to his mirror to fix her hair, "He's my boyfriend."

Felix stops breathing for a second. Hundreds of thought filled his head all at once. The most prominent one being that Bai wanted to be in a relationship, just not with him.

"When did that happen?" Felix chokes out.

"Like 2 months ago or something," She finishes fixing her hair and moves on to her make up like nothing happened.

"2 months? But--Why are you here then?"

"Don't worry, he has a girlfriend so he's not completely innocent in this."

"Bai, that doesn't make it better."

"You don't get to judge me. I'm sure you broke up your fair relationships while you were deep in your party phase."

"Not intentionally," He mumbles

"Tomato, tomato, Felix. You don't have to worry about it, we're just friends anyway. We're just having fun."

"Just friends don't did what we just did, Bai. And we should stop if you're actually dating some."

"Really? You ready to just full stop our little hangouts just like that?"

Felix stays quiet, staring at the floor. He knows he should, that he doesn't want to be the type of person to knowingly ruin a relationship. But at the same time, he wants to be selfish for once in his life.

"That's what I thought," She whispers to herself.

—

Buy me a coffee?

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[smashtbh]

Can I have a billy X male reader, where the M!reader is "innocent" but not he actually cause once you piss him off he a whole different person m!reader is a person who can control his self-esteem but one day someone is missing with him calling him names the reader lose his self esteem and beat the shit out that person and Billy falls in love with him and ask him out on a date and mreader accepts?

I’ll request more!!

-👾

Let Loose

Billy Hargrove x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

CW: drugs n alcohol, swearing, violence, bullying, homophobia, billy lowkey simping, billy’s 10/10 flirting skills, pretty cutesy towards the end.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: lololol the end is a lot cuter than i intended it to be

(disclaimer: a lot of this was written while i was high, so if something doesn’t make sense — you’ll know why. also small confession, i write most of my fics while im blown af.)

“You hear about the new guy?” The dude that’s been hanging around Billy asks. He doesn’t know his name, not that he cares — the next party he attends, he’s probably going to have another accomplice following him around at school.

Billy takes the last drag from his cigarette and stubs it out, “Why should I care?”

“Heard he’s queer.” The guy says and Billy can’t help but stiffen at that. He isn’t allowed to react — if he did the guy would get suspicious. “Easy target for some cash.”

Billy doesn’t say anything, just pulls out another cigarette and nods. He hopes that this guy doesn’t go looking for the new kid — hopes that the dude has a smooth transition because Billy knows of all the homophobia that lingers in Hawkins.

Though Billy would be considered a bully, he hasn’t made fun of anyone for being a homosexual. He is one, and it took him a long time to come to terms with it. He knows how difficult it is, especially since he’s closeted and has to go through lines of faceless girls to keep his rep up.

As he’s thinking, he sees a car that isn’t familiar to him park across from where he’s standing against his Camaro.

“That’s him!” The guy next to him says and Billy kind’ve forgot he was there.

The new guy gets out of his car, he’s pretty — anyone with eyes would say so. He’s locking his door and fumbling with his keys when a group of girls comes over to him, excited about a new face.

He’s bashful, Billy notices. He’s constantly running a hand through his hair and the girls are giggling about his biceps, while the poor guy just leans against his car in an attempt to get some personal space.

The new cigarette Billy pulled out is forgotten when one of the girls reaches a hand out to touch the guy’s arm. He drops it and walks over to the group.

“What’s goin’ on over here, huh?” Billy says, mocking their principal’s voice and the girls laugh.

One of the girls turn to Billy, he recognizes her — definitely an old hookup. “Have you met Y/N yet?” The girl says and Y/N doesn’t look too excited to meet him.

Billy offers a sly grin, “Y/N, huh? Billy Hargrove.” He holds his hand out, but Y/N glances away.

“It’s nice to meet you and all, but I’m gonna be late.”

“S’alright.” Billy mutters as Y/N walks into the school.

“What a nerd.” The girls giggle.

Billy just stares at him. At his back and ass. He’s surprised by how quiet the guy seems, but leaves it at that — conversing with the girls.

A couple days later, Billy sees Y/N again. There’s a gang of guys around him — but they don’t seem to be friends.

“C’mon, don’t be a loser.”

Y/N sighs, loud enough for Billy to hear from where he’s standing. “I’m not a party person.”

“We can tell,” They stop to laugh, “but we’re inviting the entire school, so you gotta go.”

They’re walking further away now, but Billy can only assume that Y/N agreed because they’re all cheering and shaking the shit out of him.

At least Billy’s got something to look forward to.

The night of the party comes around and Billy is hanging around this random group of people when all of a sudden, there’s loud screaming. He sees Y/N surrounded again. Poor dude can’t seem to get a break.

“Stop being a fuckin’ loser and drink the shot!”

“Dude — I gotta drive home, I’m good.” Y/N is calmly declining.

The crowd around them is cheering, screaming a chant to get him to take the shots. Billy ditches the group he’s with to get closer.

“Tonight is the night you throw away that ‘good boy’ title, c’mon!” One of the guys are yelling, every word agitates Y/N a bit more.

“I said I’m good.” He yells, just loud enough for the crowd to hear him, then proceed to boo at him.

One of the guys scoffs, turns to the crowd and shouts, “Looks like we’ve got a pussy!”

Everyone laughs, Billy is watching Y/N’s every move — sees how he clenches his jaw and fists.

Billy is a lot closer now, almost in the circle of commotion. He hears when Y/N speaks up, “Keep it up, asshole.”

“Maybe I will, gay boy.” The other guy says, and the crowd cringes at that — “oohs” and “oh shiiits” come from the people around them.

Y/N goes still for a moment, Billy blinks.

The other guy is on the fucking floor. With Y/N on top of him, beating the shit out of this dude. He’s impressed with how quickly Y/N was able to take him down, finds it kind’ve attractive.

People are backing away quickly, but Billy moves closer. He’s right behind Y/N — and he means to grab him off the guy, but he wants to let him fuck him up a little bit longer.

That piece of shit deserves it anyways.

After a couple of seconds Billy tears Y/N off of him, pulling the both of them away from the crowd.

They’re outside now, and Billy is holding Y/N against him.

He stares at him for a bit, amazed at how perfect Y/N still seems to look even after he’s just made a fool out of some dipshit. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Y/N pushes away from Billy, breathing hard from the adrenaline. “Oh,” Y/N dusts himself off, “it’s you.”

“Yeah, remember me?” Billy smiles, then glances down at the blood on Y/N’s knuckles.

Y/N looks down and shrugs. “Sorry. I beat the shit outta him, huh.”

“Damn right.” Billy says dreamily.

Y/N laughs and sits back against the wall of the house. “Thanks, for taking me out of there — “

“I could take you out.” Billy says quickly.

“What?” Y/N raises an eyebrow.

“Let’s go out.” Billy crouches down to his level on the ground. “I’ll take you somewhere nice.”

Y/N sits up straighter. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Depends.” Billy reaches his hand out to graze a finger over the cut on Y/N’s eyebrow. “You’re — you like guys, right?”

“Depends.” Y/N smiles, cringing at the pain on his brow. Billy caresses his face in apology.

Billy laughs and takes Y/N’s hand in his. “Go out on a date with me, L/N.”

“I don’t remember telling you my last name.”

Billy blushes a bit at that, “I do my research.” He sits on the ground with him. “You keep dodging my questions.”

Y/N grins, “Well they aren’t exactly questions, Hargrove.”

“You’re a dumbass.” Billy scoffs, and smacks his shoulder lightly. “Will you go on a date with me?”

“So polite of you, how could I refuse.” Y/N says with sarcasm dripping off of his words. “How do I know this isn’t some kind of joke?”

Billy frowns. “Why would I joke about something like this?”

Y/N shrugs.

“I swear this isn’t a joke — I don’t just go around asking pretty boys to go out on dates with me.”

“You don’t even know me.” Y/N mumbles.

“I know but,” Billy stops for a moment, “I want to.”

Y/N sighs and lets his head fall against the wall. “Promise me, Billy.”

Billy leans towards him, lowering his voice. “I promise that I’m not joking, and that I’m actually asking you out because I think you’re an absolute badass.” He bites his lip. “And you’re hot as hell, so that’s a bonus.”

Y/N huffs a laugh and wraps his arms around Billy’s neck, pulling him into an embrace. “Six tomorrow sound good?”

Billy smiles against him, tucking his head into the crook of Y/N’s neck. “Six it is.”

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#stranger things #stranger things x male reader #male reader #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #x male reader #mlm #gay #angst #fluff

[justanotherduck26]

The forage and the dove

Pairing Piper McLean x Gender neutral Hephaestus reader

Summary Y/n and Piper are ass holes to each other until Leo comes up with a plan to put an end to this rivalry

Trigger warnings swearing

You had gone to find your half brother Leo but he wasn't the only one you found. You rolled your eyes she was here again who is she you may ask .... Piper McLean daughter of Aphrodite she got along with your half brother Leo valdez. Actually why you two couldn't get along . " Oh I'm sorry I didn't expect to find a princess like you in a place like this. " You replied snarkly after accidentally stepping on Piper's foot. " The fuck is wrong with you!? Piper exclaimed. " Me?" You scoffed. " Nothing is wrong with me. You should go back to the Barbie house." You replied. " Go back to your pig ....." Piper started to say but realized she was in the Hephaestus cabin and Leo was right there as well. Piper punched your arm then stormed out of the Hephaestus cabin.

" So why can't you and Piper get along? It pains me that one of my best friends doesn't get along with my favorite half sibling." Leo replied. You sighed softly. " I honestly don't know Leo....now what the fuck did I come in here to ask you?" You asked and Leo laughed. " If you don't know then why should I?" Leo asked still laughing. " Touchè." You replied.

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" JASON, JASON, JASON!" Leo yelled accidentally giving poor Jason a heart attack. " Fu..... Leo you scared the living shit out of me." Jason replied. " Sorry but I need you're help with something." Leo replied. " What?" Jason questioned. " Just make sure Piper is over by the closet near the stables after dinner. " Leo replied. Jason was about to question him farther but Leo was already gone.

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It was well after dinner and Leo had asked you to meet him at the stables honestly you should have known it was a trap but hey Leo's your half brother and you trust him. You heard the sound of a twig snap behind you but before you could fully react you got pushed into somewhere.... along with someone else. " Could you please get off me?" You questioned the person who had landed on top of you. " Yeah sorry about that..." The person replied wait a minute. " PIPER??!" You shouted. " Y/n...." Piper replied as you're flashlight shined on her. You tried to open the door but it was locked. " Dam it Leo!" You curse.

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" I'm not like the other Aphrodite kids." Piper said. " I know. Alot of Aphrodite kids wouldn't come into the Hephaestus cabin because of the grease, blood, sweat, sawdust, dust and a lot of other things...but you you're different you couldn't give two fucks if you're clothes get muddy or stained..." You replied. " Then why do you hate me??" Piper asked you could see tears forming in her eyes. You sighed softly. " I was scared and jealous. Jealous because Leo and I are close and it kind of felt like I was loosing him to you in a way. I was also scared of my feelings for you that you would just laugh in my face if I told you how I truly feel about you. " You said. Not expecting her to cut you off by kissing you.

" I don't deserve you.....you deserve better especially after I was such an ass to you. " You muttered to her after she pulled away

" We all love in our own way." Piper replied

When Leo and Jason came to check on you two the next morning you two were cuddled up to each other in the closet fast asleep.

#gender neutral reader #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #leo valdez #jason grace #heroes of olympus #piper mclean #piper mclean x reader

[hollybell51]

Builder

Series masterlist, masterpost

Gally x fem!Reader Maze Runner (2009 novel - James Dashner, 2014 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 700 (short n shitty)

Summary: literally just fluff. So much tooth-rotting fluff, cringey cute fluff, just... fluff. Oh, and did I mention there’s fluff? 

Content: fluff, cringey pet names

Notes: I know this is ludicrously out of character but I think it was actually a request I did ages ago and I can’t find the person’s username or anything but it was on wattpad like three years ago anyway so I guess it doesn’t really matter. Anyways. 

Also I never actually got the Gally hype until I watched the Death Cure movie and started getting a bit into fanfiction, but re-reading the books I realised he’s actually such a neat character (even if he’s a shitty person or whatever) and Will Poulter did an incredible job of portraying him so props to him for that.

“Good morning, my lady.”

“Hey Captain,” you turned around, smiling. There he was, your perfect boyfriend, hammer in hand and ready to get working. He leaned forward, placing a light kiss on your cheek. You laughed, he was so sweet when he chose to be. “So, what are we working on today?” you asked, and he pointed to the homestead.

“Couple of the boards on the top platform have come loose, we’re fixing ‘em.”

“Right,” you said, “well let me get breakfast and I’ll be right there.”

 You spent all day hammering boards onto the top platform of the homestead, then added some more security underneath, just for safety. The sun was setting as the runners were returning by the time you finished up, and you climbed down halfway then jumped.

“(Y/N),” Gally said, putting an arm around your shoulders, “I swear one day you’re gonna break your shuck legs doing that.”

“It’s fun,” you shrugged, “and I know how to land properly.”

“Whatever you say, Angel,”

“I say that I’ll be fine, muscle man.” You slapped his butt, making him jump.

“Shit, (Y/N), don’t do that!”

“You broke our streak,” you remarked. You had a sort of game of ending each sentence you said to each other with an increasingly cringey pet name.

“Yeah,” he said, taking his arm from around your shoulders, “because you slapped my ass!”

“Sorry,” you grinned, swinging your toolbelt onto a hook in the tool shed and taking Gally’s for him.

“It’s fine,” he said, “just give me some warning next time.”

“What,” you folded your arms, “like “I’m gonna slap your ass,” then do it? Because that kinda defeats the purpose.”

“What purpose?” he asked, and you shrugged. “Eh, whatever.” He turned to go, and you followed him, closing the tool shed door behind you.

Halfway across to get dinner, he slapped your butt. You jumped, turning and punching him playfully in the arm.

“What the hell was that for?” you asked, and he laughed.

“It’s called getting a taste of your own medicine, baby.”

“Yeah, well I’m not sure how I feel about that medicine, sweetheart.”

“Ok, pumpkin,”

“Pumpkin?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah,” he said, “because you’re hard to get through to, but once you do, you’re super sweet.”

“Aw, you’re too cute.” you said, rolling your eyes.

“And you’re just too damn perfect.” He put a hand on your cheek, kissing your lips firmly, then pulling away.

“We should get dinner,” you said, serious for once, and he nodded. Without warning, he picked you up, swinging you over his shoulder and jogging towards Frypan’s kitchen.

“Put me down, shank!” you shrieked, squirming around in his grasp, but he was bloody strong.

“Dinner for my queen,” he said to Frypan, who you couldn’t see due to the fact that from the waist up, you were hanging over Gally’s shoulder.

“I can’t decide if you two are cute, or just plain gross,” he said, and you could practically hear the eye roll in his voice.

“We’re cute,” you declared, swinging around as much as possible, which wasn’t far. “Now Gally, put me down,” you added, but he didn’t.

Finally, you got to a table where Zart, Clint, and Winston were sitting, already eating.

“Ok,” Gally said, carefully letting your slide off his shoulder, “there you are Princess.”

“Thankyou, for that rather unnecessary ride, Sir Gally,” you grinned, brushing a stray piece of hair off your face.

“Anything for you, my dear.” 

You rolled your  eyes at that, sitting down and accepting the plate he slid across to you.

 After dinner, you headed off to bed pretty much straight away. You crawled into Gally’s hammock, resting your head on his chest and draping one arm across his torso.

“(Y/N),” he said softly, holding you close under the blanket, “you know how much I love you?”

“How much?” You whispered back.

“You see all those stars up there?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you count them?”

“Probably not.”

“That’s how much I love you.”

You were silent for a minute, the sounds of the other Gladers chatting and some snoring filling the night.

“I love you too, Gally,” you murmured, “more than you’ll ever know.”

#the maze runner #maze runner #maze runner fanfiction #maze runner oneshot #gally maze runner #gally x reader #reader insert #fem!reader #gally x you #Self Insert #self insert fanfiction #fluff #like an avalanche of fluff #tooth rotting fluff #maze runner fluff

[novastories]

Night Changes

Title and chapter loosely inspired the song “Night Changes” by One Direction.

Summary: Aurora spends time with her family, while Maverick is having a hard time letting go. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: My posting schedule is slowly sporadic. I've been on a week long trip enjoying my time out of the house. Also since summer is coming up, that means Top Gun summer! I feel a bit disconnected from the fandom lately, but I’m back and ready to keep writing! I hope you enjoy this fluffy chapter.

Shoutout to my best friend, beta reader, and editor, @reginleight 💛

As always, likes are great and all, but comments, reblogs, and feedback are highly appreciated and loved! 🤭

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“Mom! Dad! Over here!” Bradley calls out to his parents in the busy airport.

Today, the twins and Bradley were picking up Carole and Goose. The last she had seen them was around Peyton and her graduation. Of course she would still call them and send letters from time to time, but this was the first time in a while since they were all reunited in person.

“My Brad Brad!” Carole cries, as she comes over and hugs Bradley tightly. Bradley chuckles, and hugs his mom back.

“Okay hon, don’t choke him out before I can even give him a hug,” Goose chuckles, coming up with their luggage cart behind them.

Carole tearfully releases Bradley from the hug, letting Goose and Bradley have their moment. From just a few paces away she soon spots the twins, giving the family room for their reunion.

“My babies! Oh, my Aurora you’re here!” Carole starts crying again, grouping the twins into a hug. 

“Hi, Auntie!” Peyton laughs, hugging his aunt.

“We missed you!” Aurora smiles after being released from their hug, Carole turning her attention to Aurora.

“I knew Peyton was stateside, but when did you come home?” Carole asks her.

“Same day. I felt like it was time for me to come home,” Aurora softly smiles. Carole gives her a sad look, and Aurora remembers that Carole knew about her incident. Before she can explain, Goose interrupts.

“Little star!”

“Uncle Goose!”

Aurora gives her uncle a big hug, and groans when he tries to ruffle her hair.

“So glad you’re back home!” Peyton smiles at them.

“I can’t wait to hear your stories, Auntie! And the photos you’ve taken, Uncle Goose!” Aurora beams at them, while Bradley helps carry his mom’s bag, Goose pulling the luggage cart.. 

Aurora and Carole start conversing nonstop, with Peyton walking beside them listening in on their conversation. Bradley hung back, walking with his dad.

“So, talk to me Rooster, how’s the mission training going?” Goose asks, not knowing what had gone down yesterday.

“Intense,” Bradley sighs. “Let’s just say it was a rough day for all of us, and Aurora had an anxiety attack yesterday.”

“Shit, what the hell did you do?”

“Why do you think I did something?” Bradley looks at him exasperated. Goose gives him a look, to which Bradley sighs.

“I got mad. Hangman had said she wasn’t telling us everything and I just–”

“You were jealous that Hangman knew things about her that you didn’t,” Goose states, matter-of-factly.

Bradley turns red and groans. “I just, I don’t like when we keep things between us.”

“Brad, sometimes, things are harder to tell to those closest to us. You have to give her space.”

“I know. Let’s just say the tension was really bad yesterday.”

“You made a move yet?”

“Dad!” Bradley groans, while Goose chuckles at embarrassing his son. “We have a lot going on. It’s not the time.”

“Oh son, it’s never the time. But take it from your old man. I was thankful to live a life with your mom and you. You deserve a life with people you love, there is no perfect timing,” Goose tells him.

With a pat on the shoulder, Goose walks to catch up to his wife and his godchildren. Bradley sighs, following after his dad. 

—

“Mavy!”

“Goosie!”

Goose rushes up to his best friend, who immediately stands from his chair upon seeing him. 

“I swear, it’s like those two are married and not us,” Carole chuckles as the twins and Bradley also exit the car. The trio chuckles at the two men who were hugging each other, as if they hadn’t seen each other in years, when in reality it was probably only a few months.

Everyone was currently meeting at Ice and Sarah’s house as a small welcome back party for Carole and Goose. Ice and Maverick were sitting on the porch chairs until they all arrived.

Iceman shakes his head being used to the two’s shenanigans. Goose and Mav part from the hug and pat each other on the shoulder, before Goose turns to Iceman to give him a hug as well. 

“Hi Mrs. Bradshaw,” Maverick smiles, greeting Carole as she gets closer.

“Hi Mr. Bradshaw,” Carole teases him.

The trio greet their Uncle Ice, who they hadn’t seen since the graduation party. Ice gives Aurora a quick look, to which Aurora subtly shakes her head, knowing Ice wanted to discuss a few things, but now wasn’t the time.

Aurora and Carole decide to head into the house to help out Penny and Sarah, who were most likely in the kitchen, leaving the men out on the front porch to let them catch up.

Aurora spots Amelia playing with Ice’s grandchildren that were running around the backyard, Amelia looking tired from chasing them. She’d flopped down onto the grass, clearly exhausted and outdone by their energy.

Aurora laughs at the sight as she makes her way into the kitchen. She greets her mom and Aunt Sarah, and sits on a stool over the countertop so she could have a conversation with them, but not get in the way with them prepping food since they insisted they didn’t need any help.

Penny starts cutting up fruit next to Aurora, to which she leans over and steals a piece. Penny tries to slap her hand away, but because of Aurora’s reflexes, was unsuccessful. Rolling her eyes at her daughter’s antics, she proceeded to keep cutting the fruit. 

“So, little star. What’s it like being back home at a different office?” Sarah asks, as she stirs something over the stove.

Aurora pops the piece of pineapple in her mouth and chews quickly to answer her question.

“Different, but nothing I can’t handle,” she responds. 

“Well, I think we can all say, we’re all glad you’re home now,” Sarah looks over at Aurora and smiles at her.

“You can say that again. I don’t even want to know all the stuff that happened that you haven’t told us,” Penny sighs, knowing Aurora kept a lot of stuff secret to not worry everyone.

“So, you don’t want to hear about the number of times I’ve been shot at?” Aurora smirks at her mom. Her mom looks at her with a threatening look.

“What?!” 

“I’m joking! I’m joking!” Aurora laughs. “Not really,” she soon whispers under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, mom!” Aurora gives her mom an innocent smile, while Sarah and Carole chuckles.

“I swear, you and your brother give me gray hairs.”

“And Amelia hasn’t even decided what she wants to do yet. What if she becomes a Naval aviator?” Aurora thinks out loud.

“Oh no, she’s staying home until she’s 30.”

They all laugh at Penny’s comment before she suddenly remembers something.

“Speaking of Peyton, what’s up with him and Hangman?” she asks.

“Wait, Hangman? That name sounds familiar,” Carole wonders.

“He’s one of the pilots on the mission,” Sarah answers. Sarah usually knew a lot of things that went on in the Navy. Perks of being a Navy Admiral’s wife. 

“Oh! Didn’t he and Bradley get into a little tiff?” Carole asks.

“When don’t they?” Aurora rolls her eyes. “They literally got in one yesterday.”

“So, him and Peyton,” Penny implores.

“He and Peyton were a thing, but Jake has commitment issues and is worried about his reputation in the Navy. Peyton doesn’t like feeling used. Therefore, tension,” Aurora answers.

“Men are dumb sometimes,” Carole shakes her head.

“Auntie, what about Goose and Bradley?” Aurora questions.

“Exactly, they have their moments, but sometimes I wonder if they share a brain cell,” Carole retorts, to which the women nod and agree with Carole’s statement.

Aurora snickers as Peyton walks in with Bradley to grab a drink. The women see them walk in, and laugh out loud confusing the pair that had just come in.

“Are we missing something?” Peyton asks.

“Inside joke,” Aurora simply answers, before going back to giggling. Bradley smiles at Aurora, laughing. His heart warms knowing that she was feeling a bit better from yesterday’s fiasco.

He goes and stands behind her, leaning forward to grab fruit from the bowl Penny was putting them in. Penny slaps his hand as he draws back his hand from the bowl, successfully stealing three pieces of fruit. 

“Don’t make me ban you from the Hard Deck, Bradshaw,” Penny threatens. Bradley pops a piece in his mouth and tosses another one to Peyton, who was grabbing three beers from the fridge.

“I’m your best customer Mama Pen,” Bradley gives her a puppy dog look, to which Penny shakes her head and goes back to cutting the rest of the fruit.

Bradley holds out the last piece of fruit to Aurora who instead of grabbing it with her hands, grabs it with her mouth, letting Bradly feed her.

Peyton rolls his eyes at the two’s actions, whereas the moms watch and give each other knowing looks. 

“Alright Romeo, we got some beer deliveries to do,” Peyton calls out to Bradley, drawing the two out from their bubble. Bradley rolls his eyes, before giving Aurora a wink, following Peyton out of the kitchen.

Aurora watches them leave, as her face turns pink. Looking around the kitchen when the two leave, she notices the attention on her from everyone in the kitchen and what they’d just seen.

“Shut up,” she mumbles as they all laugh and get back to what they were doing.

—

“Ice, please don’t ask me to send someone else to die. Please don’t, don’t ask me to send him. Send me,” Maverick pleads to Iceman.

Maverick and Iceman decided to sit in Ice’s office to talk about the mission, away from everyone’s ears. 

Iceman types on his computer. ‘It’s time to let go.’

Maverick sighs seeing those words.

It’s not just about letting go of Rooster, but his twins as well. Maverick loves his daughter and his son, and he loves Rooster as well.

But he knew if he let Rooster go on the mission and he didn't come back, he not only lost his godson, but his children as well as his best friend. They wouldn’t forgive him. He couldn’t let go.

“I don’t know how,” he whispers.

“I’m not a teacher, Ice,” tears start running down Maverick’s face. “ I’m a fighter pilot. A naval aviator. It’s not what I am, it’s who I am.”

Ice sits and lets him rant.

“How do I teach that? Even if I could teach it, it’s not what Rooster wants. It’s not what the Navy wants. That’s why they canned me the last time, the only reason why I’m here is you,” Maverick goes on.

“If I send him on this mission, he might never come home. Goose and Carole would never forgive me. Let alone Peyton and Aurora,” Maverick chokes on his words, as the tears start streaming down.

“And if I don’t send him, he’ll never forgive me. Either way, I could lose him forever. I could lose Goose, Carole, the twins.”

Maverick looks back at the computer that had the words still typed out in front of them, as if it was haunting him. It was time to let go.

“I know, I know,” Maverick sniffles, knowing Ice said all he could. Ice nods for him and Maverick to stand up. He coughs a little before speaking to Maverick.

“The Navy needs Maverick. The kids need Maverick. That’s why I fought for you. That’s why you’re still here,” Ice hoarsely tells him. 

Hearing those words, Maverick hugs him. “Thank you, Ice. For everything,” Maverick whispers to him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Ice chuckles before separating from the hug.

“One last thing,” Ice mutters. Maverick braces himself for what he’s about to say.

“Who’s the better pilot? You or me?” Ice asks. Maverick smirks at him.

“This is a nice moment. Let’s not ruin it,” they chuckle before hearing a knock on the door. Aurora pops her head in, seeing the two men.

“Am I interrupting anything?” Aurora asks them. They shook their heads.

“Good, dinner is ready! Better come soon before Bradley and Peyton eat the whole table,” Aurora snickers.

“We heard that!” Peyton calls out.

“You were meant to!” Aurora turns to call out down the hall. She looks back at Maverick and Ice before nodding back at them and turning to go to where the food was. Maverick and Ice chuckle, following after the girl together.

—

Dinner was in the backyard since there were quite a few of them in the house and they wouldn’t all fit in the kitchen. Everyone grabbed their food, and was scattered around the backyard, all in different groups.

The dads were sitting around a small table, talking with a beer in each of their hands. Ice had his phone out so he could type what he wanted to say. The moms were sitting on the porch swing, watching the kids and gossiping about who knows what.

Bradley and Aurora were sitting on the grass next to each other on a sheet that Sarah had laid out for them.

Amelia and Peyton were originally sitting with them too as they ate their food, but opted to play with Ice and Sarah’s grandchildren, with CJ as well. Ice and Sarah’s children were busy, so Ice and Sarah had offered to watch them for the weekend.

Aurora was pointing out a constellation to Bradley to which he was honestly trying his best to understand. Truthfully, he just liked stargazing with her, not really taking in much information. 

“You’re not listening, are you?” Aurora turns to look at Bradley. Bradley shakes his head.

“I am so listening.”

“Really? Then which constellation did I point out?”

“Uhhh…the really bright one.”

“Bradley!”

“Sorry!” He groans. “I’m just not looking forward to training tomorrow.”

“I think dad said something about a surprise,”Aurora tries to reassure him.

“Ugh, knowing him it’s going to be 500 pushups on top of a mile run.” 

Aurora laughs at Bradley’s complaining.

“You’ll be fine, B. I highly doubt it’s going to be that intense of a surprise.”

“He made us do 200 pushups on the first day.”

“Well, to be fair, I think that was all Fanboy and Payback from what I’ve been told.”

Bradley shakes his head before laying on his back. Aurora, still sitting, turns to watch him lay down.

“Just leave me here to die,” he mutters. Aurora giggles before deciding to poke his stomach.

He spazzes before trying to tickle Aurora in retaliation, but she was too fast for him and stood up right away before he could even start something. 

“I’m going to get water, do you want anything?”

“Nah, I’m fine.” Bradley stays laying down, as Aurora walks away to grab a water bottle.

“Hey little star,” Goose calls out to her, as she passes them. 

“That nickname is never going away is it,” she sighs, as she plops into a seat next to him, with her dad and Uncle Ice sitting across.

“You’ll always be our little star,” Goose answers. She sighs and looks at them.

“Alright, let’s get this over with. I know what you’re going to ask.”

“Sweetie, we just want to make sure you’re doing okay,” Maverick reassures her.

“I am.”

“Hon, Bradley said you had an anxiety attack yesterday,” Goose says.

“Traitor,” Aurora mutters. “Look,” she begins to explain. “It was a long day, work was kicking my ass, tensions were high, and Bradley came on a bit strong when we were talking. He apologized, and we made up. I’m fine.”

“Did you tell him about what happened?” Ice types out on his phone.

“No, he said he understands I will come to him when I’m ready. And I’m not right now. But I will be, just not now,” Aurora sighs. 

“You have to tell them all eventually sweetie,” Maverick speaks up. “If you keep it in any longer, it’s going to crash down.”

“I know, dad. I just, I’m getting used to being back home. I need to be able to think straight before I tell them all the shit that’s happened.”

“We’re here for you whenever you’re ready, little star,” Goose reassures her. Aurora smiles at Goose, giving him a small side hug.

“Thanks, all of you for being there for me. I better head back to Bradley before he wonders where I am.” Aurora gets up, gives her dad and Uncle Ice a side hug, before heading back to Bradley. 

The three men watch her walk away before sighing.

“I’m worried, Ice. Her being back at NCIS worries me, even if she is behind a desk,” Maverick tells them.

Ice types out, “She’s a strong woman now. She’s not a baby anymore.”

“Aurora can hold her own, Mav. She’s a Mitchell, “ Goose affirms, agreeing with Ice’s statement. 

“That’s what worries me, Goose,” Maverick sighs. 

Soon Penny, Carole, and Sarah join them.

They all glance at Aurora and Bradley, who were now both laying next to each other, laughing as Aurora was trying to still point out a constellation to Bradley.

Peyton and Aurora soon sit next to them, while CJ sits next to Aurora. The adults all smile, realizing how much they all had grown up.

“Will they ever get together already?” Carole groans, as she sits in Goose’s lap. 

“You just want to win the bet,” Maverick chuckles.

“Well that too! I mean, how are they not together yet?” Carole wonders.

“Work, and timing honey,” Goose simply answers.

“Besides, even if they get together soon, Penny will be winning the bet,” Sarah answers. Ice looks at the document on his phone where they had put the bet and nods, agreeing with his wife.

“At least I didn’t put by the time they turn 50,” Penny accusingly looks at Maverick.

“What?! I’m optimistic!”

“50 years old, Pete?!”

“50 years old is young in my opinion!” Maverick argues. Penny shakes her head at Maverick.

“What about Peyton and his new boyfriend?” Carole asks.

“Boyfriend?! What do you mean?!” Maverick exclaims, not knowing about Jake and Peyton.

“Oh boy, you did it now Carole,” Goose mutters.

They start discussing, with Maverick trying not to flip out about how his kids were growing up. 

The group of four, Peyton and Amelia, sat back with Bradley and Aurora, turning to see them in a heated discussion.

“What do you think that’s about?” Peyton wonders.

“Do you really want to know?” Amelia answers back in the form of a question.

They turned back to see them, and shook their heads.

“Nope,” the trio replies. And they all laugh out loud.

The giggles and heated discussion from the backyard could be heard echoing through the night.

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Crowley's head canons, part 2！

Here's part 1

Again big thanks for （@bright-omens ） who sparked the idea of nurodiversed Crowley.  When I wrote this, I looked around and my room was pitch black because it was night time already. Ahh shi―

Well this will be way more head canon stuff then part 1 but still loosely based on it. enjoy！

1）you know how he cant tell when to say thank you. It's like Gabriel no one really says it to him so he's like, “right... humans say it now... right?”

2）dosant mask.  Drink it in. Yep.

3）suppresis swearing arouned Aziraphel because Aziraphel dosant like it.

4）when ecited starts stuttering, docent really tries to stop it if it's not an emergency because he doesn't care what others think.

5）vocalises thoughs because he can think better when hes alone.（when hes alone in the aprtment, when hes in the bar after azis book shop burns down）

6）This demon gota have a big book of ducks next to the space.

7）Literally can't stand silense and keeps on talking when ever one else is silent.

8）likes enphsizing words because its FUN.（loud voice, rhytorical question stuff）

9）strugles with stuttering more when hes suppresised tired exited or nervous

10）Probably the type of person that jumps up and down before starts running

11）thinks if he uses a big voice people wold be scared of him haha god thanks for the trauma

12）likes doing call back to what others say（could be because its a cool thing for a tv show to do i like the idea that he likes going arouned qoting stuff）

13）When he's tired he will muddle up words more and won't correct himself. Because who cares.

14）if he dosant know how to say stuff with words, Literary will go full in body language（Ex： the nose sniffling thing when changing or moving a conversion forward, the KISS that makes me cry when i think about more then ten seconds）

15）when trying to remember something clicks his fingers

16）when upset or under presher words dont flow well.（Ex：“I, won't, even, think, about, you！”）

17）i noticeed this but dont know what it means. Like Crowley will say something and then smile at the end of it. Like why not smile and say it. He would have to have a straight face and say stuff and then give a big smile. It's cute.

18）bad at phone calls.（dosant pick up azis phone call antill half way though and nealy keeps it on voice message, dosant know when to talk, talking to azi“its me” no dear say your name. ）

（The way he looks unconfidun af when he's in the book shop answering the phone for azi makes me cry the way he says everything before the other can speake.. i sobed）

19）and missed social ques sometimes（not raising hand for the magic trick, the exact thing with azi. Again.

20）gets adrenaline from driveing his car super fast.

21）struggle making eye contact when talking about intimate topics（lookin at everwere but azi, sunglases）（it so sweet how he tryed to talk to him with out the sunglases the hell hit)

22）would rather moov stuff with his legs but azi looks at him with"the loon"（like opening doors he would kick evet door open if he got his way）

23）can't control the volume of their voice when I'm excited. （When he points at the book when azi asks about it and him pulling it out and shouting）

24）he's not good at spacialaly awer and the sunglases make it super difficult to walk. （Literary walks in to every thing）

25）His hypich voice that he uses to play arouned is a stim.（“HELLO”, “Celestial Harmony”, “EtirNity！

26）when nervous hands shiver so badly and drop stuff by mistake. Drops cups and shit. He normally fixes it with his miracles but it's still pretty annoying.

”I love Crowley so much. I won't talk about him every day from now on. Please someone let's talk about good omens for an unhealthy amount of time...

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Part 11 / This Wedding Sucks.

Summary: Mr. Katsuki goes to Denki’s wedding and gets drunk (and sappy). Things get weird. Mr. Katsuki does NOT want to kiss the Menace. Kirishima almost looses his poor balls. This summary does not make sense but neither is the chapter. Author went all deep and shit on this one. She’s not sorry.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drunk Bakugou, swear words, suggestive

First Chapter 💥 Masterlist

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“Wow, this is…”

You are not sure how to describe this wedding hall.

One thing for sure, this place was re-designed especially for this occasion; Who the actual fuck would want such an obnoxious piece of furniture at their wedding?! This massive, expensive looking sofa has leopard print on it, the legs are pure gold and if that’s not enough, the whole shape of it looks like they have stolen it from a porn film set or something.

Otherwise, the place looks super fancy; the main color theme is black and white with a hint of golden all over the place; the door knobs, the accents, they are all shiny and expensive looking.

The other weird thing is the music; instead of the usual classical music, your ears are met with the sound of acoustic guitars. It’s sophisticated, but… different. You will definitely ask about the artist, just in case you ever get lucky enough to find an idiot who can tolerate you enough to spend the rest of their life with a lunatic like you.

“This is the bougiest shit I’ve ever seen.” Mr. Katsuki finishes your sentence, and honestly, he is not wrong; Kaminari Denki might not be the worst payed hero in the industry, but he’s definitely far off from being a millionaire and this place is way past his pay grade.

“How did he pay for this?” You ask the question of the century; and for your surprise, there is a really easy answer for it.

“Denki saved the owner’s son a few years ago.” Kirishima butts into the conversation. “They only need to pay for the catering.” He laughs and makes his way into the main hall.

“If there’s no caviar on the menu, I’m leaving.” Murmurs the angry blonde and stomps over to his seat.

“Jealous much?” You snicker and sit down next to him.

“Tch, why would I be jealous? This is a joke.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit too much for my liking.” You agree while you sip on your champagne.

Mr. Katsuki looks exceptionally hot today, you need to say. He’s wearing a black tailored suit with a dark red, super skinny shirt which doesn’t leave much for the imagination; his tie is loose which gives him a look of a rebellious teenager who doesn’t want to dress up but tries his best to fit in anyway. Having such a shitty personality in this godlike body is such a waste.

After the hall gets filled with heroes and family members, the event is about to start; sappy guitar music fills the hall as the couple of the day walks down the aisle.

“Whoever cries first need to chug down a bottle of vodka.” Mr. Katsuki smirks at you and the others, but his words are met with eye rolls and shush sounds. “This is not fun.” He sighs with a massive scowl on his face.

“I’m in.” You whisper into the blonde’s ears; he can barely hide his challenging smile as he leans back on his chair.

Honestly, you are not a big fan of weddings. You will never understand why would anyone pay so much money just to exchange some words and a bloody ring. Also, you’ve never been at a wedding before.

As the ceremony goes, you kind of start to understand the whole thing though; even you tear up by the end of the ceremony.

“If you cry…” Mr. Katsuki whispers in your ear in a deep voice, and damn if that doesn’t do “things” to you. He also smells really nice up close.

Ahh, fuck. Since you met that fucking Bakugou doppelgänger you’ve been having confusing feelings towards this person next to you. It’s not like he’s the same person. Get your shit together, woman.

“I almost lost, dammit.” You grin at him, tears long gone and the closeness feels weirdly comfortable. He’s literally in front of your face, yet you don’t feel threatened. It’s just two wedding-hating idiots having a banter in the middle of the ceremony. No biggie.

“I bet that’s his girlfriend.” Comes a loud whisper from a pink haired girl behind you, her name is Mina if you remember it right.

“I bet he’s secretly gay.” Comes another whisper from a black haired guy. Bakugou called him soy sauce face, but you are quite sure that’s not his real name.

“You are both wrong.” You turn to them with a mischievous smile on your face and the two start giggling like two teenagers; it’s not like you actually now if Bakugou sways that way or not, but even if he does you are quite sure he doesn’t want anyone to know that.

“Guys, behave!” Comes Deku’s high voice from somewhere behind the two, so you turn back with a roll of your eyes.

“It’s really not fun.” You sigh and turn back to main event; you can’t wait until this shit is over. This dress is really uncomfortable.

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Bakugou Katsuki did not get to eat caviar today.

Also, this fucking afterparty sucks.

Everyone wants to talk to him. Everyone. Even the heroes he has never met in his goddamn life want to talk to him about the shitty weather.

Can’t they at least try to make a proper conversation? This is an absolute waste of time.

“If another extra comes over to tell me about the current stocks, I’ll catapult out of here through the window.” He grumbles to no one in particular, and to be fair, non of his friends care about him today anyway; they are all having fun and dancing while he’s stuck on the sofa with a bottle of champagne he’s stolen from the dining room after the hundredth small talk he had to suffer through.

He did such a good job in hiding from all the extras that he ended up alone in the far corner of the room, overlooking all the cheery people on the dance floor while drinking himself into a “sensitive bitch”.

He can’t take alcohol too well, okay?! Especially champagne and wine, but there isn’t anything else.

And now, after half of the bottle being gone, he is a little bit lonely, but not lonely enough to move from his comfortable hiding place.

His eyes wonder around the dance floor; he can see the Menace dancing with Kirishima in her motherfucking fancy dress; she works in unisex hoodies and massive boots, so this is the first time Katsuki realizes how stunning the Menace actually looks like behind all the oversized stuff she’s wearing. She did wear a skirt on her first day, now that Katsuki thinks about it, but he wasn’t really interested in her enough to take a good look back then; not like he’s interested now. He’s absolutely not.

There was also the fight two days ago when the Menace kicked his ass in a tiny sports bra but he was too angry to actually appreciate the view; not like he’s sad about it or anything. As he said, he doesn’t like the Menace that way.

He’s just… not blind.

Thanks to his drunk ass self, his staring got noticed by the demon itself and she’s coming over with a fond smile on her face.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

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While you enjoyed meeting all these new people, you couldn’t take your mind off your anti-social boss, especially after he disappeared into thin air in the middle of the after party.

Did he kill someone and fled the scene? He looked super intense and constipated the last time you saw him talking to a random guy. The fella looked super annoying and loud, and to be fair, you would have killed him too. You are just about to finish the conversation and look for Bakugou in case he needs help in hiding the body when you find his crimson eyes staring at you from the far corner of the hall, his face emotionless and bored. As you get closer you realize something’s wrong; he isn’t wearing his usual scowl and there is no indication of him being annoyed by your existence as you come closer and closer to his secret hideout.

When you see the bottle of champagne in his hands, you understand why.

Now here you are, face to face with the bane of your existence, and you are willingly sitting down next to him. Damn, things have changed, haven’t they?

“I’m tired. And it’s cold.” You announce, trying your hardest to get comfortable without showing off your favorite panties to the whole world. It’s a challenge, let me tell ya’.

Instead of a proper answer, the blonde takes off his suit jacket, and throws it in your lap in an unfriendly way.

“Put it on. I’m hot anyway.” He grumbles and looks to the other side; there is a slight blush on his cheeks thanks to the alcohol.

“Mind to share your stolen goods with me?” You grin at your companion, who answers you with an eye roll, but shares his drink anyway.

“I hate this so much.” He grumbles again, but this time, he doesn’t shy away from the eye contact. This might be the first time he actually looked into your eyes properly. No one can blame you when your heart skips a beat from the soft, drunk look in his eyes. “Why do people feel like they need to make such a big deal out of their stupid love? It’s not our business, is it?”

You are not sure if he’s jealous or just grumpy, but you do your best to answer as honestly as you can; seeing the amount of booze missing from his bottle, he’s probably drunk enough to be able to have some emotions to understand your answer.

Needless to say, you are extremely excited about this whole situation. Since the alternative universe shenanigans, having a drink with your grumpy boss was on the first place on your bucket list. It’s out of pure curiosity, really; you just want to know if there is any chance the Bakugou you’ve met back then is a part of this Bakugou too.

Since the accident, you’ve been wondering about Katsuki’s real thoughts; the ones hidden behind all the anger and ego. You have a feeling there is so much more to him than the pure aggression he shows to the world.

“They’ve been together for ages. They had their fair share of privacy already. Let them have some fun.” You answer. “This is a new beginning for them. It’s not my cup of tea either, but I think I can understand.” You sigh while you rest your cheeks on the backrest of the sofa. The blonde shuffles to mimic your pose; you are both facing each other now.

“I would never make such a big fuss out of my wedding.” He murmurs, deep in thought. “A small wedding in another country, with only the most important people in my life - the stupid hag, my father, Eijirou, Shitty Deku and Candy Cane face… my teachers, maybe.” He mumbles with a dreamy face; a face that painfully reminds you of the other version of him.

“Am I not invited?” You snuggle closer, the liquid courage in your veins doing a great job at tearing down all your protective walls.

“Do you think you are important enough to be there?” He scrunches his brows, but there is no edge to his voice. It’s an actual question.

“By the time you get married, I might be.” You smile and take the bottle from the blonde’s hands to take another sip. There a slight electricity going through your body as you touch his fingers in the process. “I don’t think I want to get married, to be honest.” You admit with a sigh. “I have impossibly high expectations for my significant other.” You giggle into the small space between you two.

“Like what?” He asks like he actually cares about your answer, and the curious glare makes your heart melt. You wish to be able to see this side of him every day.

“Like… I want my other half to be really close to me. Someone who I can talk to about anything. I also want them to be strong enough to talk back to me when I go overboard. I want them to be able to have an argument with me without stepping back and letting me have everything in my own way.” You are way too deep in your thoughts to realize the blonde snuggled closer. You are also too drunk to realize that your answer isn’t hypothetical anymore; you are describing someone who you already know. “I want them to challenge me every day. Keep me entertained. But I also want them to be able to communicate their feelings towards me, otherwise I’ll always think I’m not good enough.” You sigh and look up at the blonde who’s looking at you with wonder and true interest. You definitely can not ignore the way your heart skipped this time. “What about you?” You ask shyly, but you don’t move back; you can feel Katsuki’s breath on your lips as he answers.

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“What about you?”

Mr. Katsuki is way past his drinking limit; he’s drunk enough to not be able to contain his emotions, and he’s about to burst.

He wants to explode from all the confusing feelings; the way his heart is about to jump out of his rib cage from the closeness; the way he can’t stop snuggling closer and chase the warmth of Y/N’s body, the way he can’t help the shiver going down his spine when he can feel Y/N’s breath on his lips while she talks about her love interests.

For a weird reason, he wants to be that person; he wants to make Y/N’s dreams a reality and the sudden realization scares him deeply; he might be a sensitive drunk but he’s also a honest one; this is him, these are his real feelings coming up to the surface, even though he tried his best to push them under the rug for months. Now, with his emotions up his sleeve, he can’t lie to himself anymore. He will definitely deny everything, even to himself the next day when he sobers up, so this is his only opportunity to come clear.

“I want…”

What does he want? This right here, right now?

He can’t fucking say that.

Being so close to Y/N is extremely… uncomfortable, in a really weird way. His sober self wants to run away, snap this weird connection between them, even if it causes him pain, but his drunk self wants nothing more than to get sucked in by the abyss that’s calling him so desperately; it feels almost unbearable, the way his whole body just reacts to this person in front of him, like he can just mold into this person and be a whole; like the last puzzle piece in a massive picture finally being put in it’s right place.

“I want to feel a connection. I want to be pulled in, I want to feel like being close to someone isn’t a necessity, but the only way for me to finally breathe. I want to feel something that isn’t anger or frustration; find someone who can wash away my anger with a cheesy soft touch. Someone who can turn my fucking world upside down, twist it, untangle it, until I don’t even know who the fuck I am anymore.”

Katsuki is not sure if his words make any sense without seeing the full picture here, but he doesn’t care.

The truth is, Katsuki had his fair share of fooling around back when he was a teen. He forced himself out of his shell, tried everything to be able find out what makes his heart beat faster, but after all the meaningless make out sessions and unappreciated touches, he got to the conclusion that he just doesn’t have a heart.

Instead of a pleasant shiver, his mind was filled with disgust from the soft touches, he felt sick in his stomach when someone tried to caress his cheeks on a bad day, he broke so many hearts on his journey thanks to his inability to love that he decided to give up completely on it.

Bakugou Katsuki has never felt such a strong urge to pull someone closer, like he needs to close the distance, to chase the sweet release of this sudden tension or otherwise, he is going to die. He has never felt his chest this tight from the thought of someone, from the thought of being in someone’s arms; he has never craved the safety of a loving embrace as much as he is craving it now.

“Sounds like this person needs to move mountains to be able to get your attention.” Y/N comments, but there isn’t an edge in her voice when she says that.

“It’s impossible, I know.” He sighs, no offense taken by the harsh words. “No one would ever tolerate me enough to…”

“Kats.” Katsuki’s heart is about the explode by the nickname. He always hated it, hated the whole pet name thing, he wanted to throw up and run away, when anyone in his past ‘relationships’ - if you can call the few weeks of fooling around that - tried to call him anything else but his surname; but for a weird reason, right here, right now, his stomach is filled with butterflies from the sound of it. “There will be someone who will find their way into your heart, you know. You might be rough and angry on a normal day, but there is so much more in there.” Y/N’s hand caresses Katsuki’s chest, and the blonde wants nothing more than to put his hand over it, like a lovesick fool. “You are caring and sweet, always listening to everyone’s problems and trying to help in your own way. It’s a pain in the ass sometimes to understand you, but there is someone in this world who will see all the good things behind the mask you’re wearing. I can see it. I can also tolerate you… well, kinda.” She giggles, her face blushed and embarrassed. Katsuki can’t take this anymore.

“Y/N…” Katsuki leans in, their breaths mingled in the small space between them. Y/N pupils are blown wide from hearing her own name from the blonde’s mouth and also from the sudden closeness, but by the look of it, his presence isn’t unwelcome. “I…” Katsuki’s body moves on it’s own; his hands find their way into the back of Y/N’s head, caressing the soft hair, like it’s the fanciest silk Katsuki has ever touched and Y/N relaxes into his arms like she belongs here, she snuggles her nose to his own in a weird Eskimo kiss and Katsuki can’t stop himself anymore, he leans into the touch; their lips brush for a millisecond, for just enough to get lost in the feeling…

“No, no, no, fuck no” There is a fucking hand pushed in between his and Y/N’s lips, just when he was about to move them. Katsuki looks up at the intruder with murderous intent; Kirishima stares at him, his eyes blown wide, his face slightly mental from the utter embarrassment.

After a few moments, he looks to to other side of the couch; Y/N moved away, her face hot and red from the sudden realization.

This is when the happenings of the past few minutes hits Bakugo like a truck.

Oh.

Fuck.

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5 minutes before

Kirishima doesn’t want to pry.

He really does not.

He is about to come back from a quick toilet break, taking his time looking around the area; it’s such a rare occasion to have everyone together like this these days.

They are all busy, they are all pros, fighting against the evil with their lives on the line. They don’t have time for silly chit-chats and party games anymore; those few hours they have left from their day is usually used for taking care of their loved ones, or to be at the shrink’s office after having a massive meltdown/life crisis.

This is hero life for ya. Not all shit and giggles but shit piled up on another old pile of shit until you suffocate and die.

But don’t worry, you die with a smile on your face. Because you are a fucking hero from the beginning to the end.

No, Kirishima is not depressed. He’s just realistic.

As the redhead sighs into the void, his eyes wondering around the corner, he can’t believe what he’s seeing; Bakugou and Y/N is almost SNUGGLED UP on the sofa hiding in the corner of the hall, giggling and chatting away.

Kirishima has been Bakugou’s best friend for almost a decade, he knows this man as the back of his hands; it only takes him a few seconds to find the almost empty champagne bottle on the floor next to the blonde.

It’s not like he’s absolutely shocked by the scenario; he knew this will be the end game from the first second Y/N came into the office, but something just doesn’t feel right about this; it feels too sudden, too forced.

If this goes the way Kirishima thinks it will; because let’s be honest, he could feel the sexual tension between these two and it’s honestly unbearable at this point; Katsuki will ruin everything the day after, run away like the fool he is. He will run away from the responsibility, from the feelings, from the unnecessary complication that is Love, the second he sobers up.

So Kirishima says farewell to both of his balls as he sneaks closer to the two lovebirds, ready to act as a shield between them when it’s needed.

For his surprise, the conversation is nothing what he expected it to be; instead of shameless flirting his ears are met with reassurance and pure, heartfelt consolation. For a second, he thinks it would nice to just let have their way with each other; as we all know, Kirishima is an absolute softie and he can’t take this away from his explosive friend; he’s been praying every single to day for Bakugou to find someone who can appreciate him for who he is, and his prayers were clearly answered when Y/N came into their lives, even though this whole scenario wouldn’t have been possible a few months ago when the office was nothing but smoke and destruction when the two were in the same room for longer than 5 minutes.

By the end of his monologue the air got filled with tension and sparks; he only closed his eyes for a long second but when he opened them up again, he saw something he will never be able to unsee; the two drunk and emotionally overwhelmed idiots are a millimeter away from kissing each other in front of the whole hero industry.

Kirishima takes a moment to asses the situation.

With the alcohol melting their protective walls away, his two friends finally realized their feelings towards each other and that’s amazing and lovely and cute and Kirishima isn’t at all jealous right now.

But….

If Kirishima let’s this happen, Bakugou will be mortified tomorrow, his non-existent relationship with Y/N will be out in the open before they can properly talk about it, Bakugou will end everything the first second he wakes up to his friend’s stupid messages about his “new girlfriend” and he will never be able to face Y/N again. He will cause Y/N as much pain as he can chase them away; he will break Y/N’s heart into pieces and also his own, out of spite; Katsuki isn’t in deep enough to not run away from all these new feelings yet. It might already be too late, but fuck if Kirishima isn’t the best friend the world has ever seen when he moves his hand between the two just in time to stop their drunk shenanigans.

“No, no, no, fuck no”

Well, that’s a poor choice of words, but he’s freaking the shit out right now.

Can you blame him?

He’s probably about to get castrated by his own best buddy after what he’s done.

They both look like they’ve just woken up from a fever dream, barely knowing what’s happening around them.

Kirishima thanks God for sparing his balls today.

“Katsuki, we are going home.” Declares the redhead, grabbing the blonde’s shoulder to pull him up. “I’m calling you a taxi, Y/N. Please, give me a call when you get home, okay?” Wasted Dynamight on his shoulder and the phone in his hands, he orders 2 taxis on the app.

“Yes, mom.” She swallows loudly, and without a single other word or eye contact Y/N makes her way outside the building. The 2 stumble after her; he wants to make sure she actually takes the taxi and doesn’t wander away to clear her mind in the middle of the night.

“I can’t believe you cockblocked me, you fuck.” Slurs Bakugou, his eyes glaring daggers.

“You’ll thank me later.” He sighs into the void and makes his way to the second taxi after he made sure Y/N took the first one.

They don’t talk at the way home and let me tell you, nothing is scarier than a quiet Bakugou, but in this case, the quiet is a good sign; it means the blonde is willing to give his new feelings a chance; he probably won’t act on them yet, but he won’t ignore them either.

“Thanks, Ei.” Murmurs the blonde as Kirishima helps him to his bed with a bottle of water and an empty bucket ready by his bedside drawer. He puts his phone on charge as well to make sure it doesn’t die on him in case he needs help during the night.

“Thank me by not running away from this. You deserve it, whatever that was.” Answers the redhead with a fond smile on his face.

“Fuck off.” The blonde mumbles, his blushing cheeks safely hidden between his pillows.

Kirishima doesn’t answer, he only laughs.

He’s just happy to be able to be there for his best bud. “I can hear your disgustingly sappy thoughts, shut it. Just stay here for today, it’s late.”

Kirishima doesn’t need to be asked twice; he makes his way to the couch and falls into it face first.

Whatever will tomorrow bring, he’s ready for it.

… Next Chapter!

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[mathyna]

I know - Oneshot story

Word count: 5763

Note: Don´t mind the cursing, Maria grew up in a lower-middle-class family and is not unknown to the streets.

Note: This is a shorter story I wrote a while ago to cope with depression, I hope you enjoy it. You can also replace Marias' name with Y/N; it depends on you

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Maria has taken a month off from her job at Valorant protocol to work on her flat, which is at the current moment in a horrendous state. The radio blasted through the half-empty flat as she renovated. 

,, Fucking shit, get loose damn it!” she cursed at the water pipe she was trying to loosen.

She was at the point of renovating her kitchen and after removing the old wiring, Maria moved on to the water system. She tried everything on the rusting suckers, but they were so corroded that nothing she tried helped. In the end, she threw the wrench into a corner, busting a few old tiles. She sighed in frustration and sat on the dirty table in the middle of the room, purposefully looking around its surface before reaching out for a pack of cigarettes. She lit one up and took a drag, closing her eyes and leaning back a bit. 

“So am I still waiting

For this world to stop hating?

Can't find a good reason

Can't find hope to believe in.” she sang along to one of her favorite songs.

Once she´s finished with the renovations, she won´t be able to smoke there anymore, but for now, it doesn´t matter. Maria looked at the pipes again and frowned.

,, Bastard..” she sighed. 

She took another drag from her cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke. Behind the sound of her music echoing in the empty room was one busy city. If she were to turn the music off, she would have heard all the lively buzz outside in the concrete jungle. Suddenly, she heard something unusual. It didn´t come from outside, so she tried to focus on it.

,, Ms.Hoffmann?! Ms. Hoffmann!!” yelled Fred, her apartment manager, from below the stairwell. 

Her doors and windows were wide open as she needed some air to get in, so she could hear him, if it weren´t for the music, his voice would have been clear. She rolled her eyes, got up, and turned the volume down before coming up to the doorway. 

,, Yes, what is it? “ she yelled back down the long damp staircase. ,, Don´t tell me the music disturbs neighbors, nobody lives here besides us!” 

,, No, no, you have a visitor!” he howled, his voice echoing and bouncing off the moldy walls.

,, What did I tell you about telling people who I am!?” she raged while having to take the cigarette out of her mouth for her to not drop it.

,, He said he´s a cow worker! I thought it was okay!” his raspy voice echoed through the stairs.

,, A cow worker..? What the hell..?” she whispered to herself. ,, The fuck is that?! Did you let a random crackhead in again?! This time I´m gonna kick that sucker out myself!” 

,, Excuse me? I said a coworker.” sounded a deep male voice quietly from downstairs.

,, A coworker? Did you ask him THE question?!” Maria yelled down in frustration.

,, What code?!” Fred sounded confused.

She slapped the wall next to her and sighed loudly. 

,, Let him up! I swear on my mother if it´s another one of those poor suckers, I´m killing him on the spot!” Maria threatened and walked back into her apartment.

,, IF it´s another one, of course, I will have to find a new place to hide the body, again..” Maria growled and began looking for her firearm.

She picked up her pistol. It was just lying on one of the cabinets as she didn't have a place for it now. She calmly aimed at the doorway and patiently waited. Foot after foot the person closed the vertical distance before finally…

,, Oh? I see Sabine was right, you are paranoid.” chuckled Brimstone as he raised his arms, still cautious to not make any fast movements.

,, Sarge? What are you doing here? “ she lowered her gun, visibly confused. ,, Did something happen? The phone´s out for a while.”

,, No? I actually wanted to ask that as taking almost a month off out of nowhere is quite unusual.” he folded his arms as he spoke.

Maria frowned and looked him in the eyes, cigarette in mouth, squinting.

She scanned him a bit. He was dressed casually. White shirt, blue jeans, cheap watches.

,, You´re not a good liar.” she murmured.

,, Did you just..-” 

,, No, I don´t need to use the damn power to see your body language. You fidgeted a lot and rapidly blinked your eyes when you spoke. You actually closed them as you said that it is “unusual” for someone to take a month off. Then you defensively folded your arms so you´d subconsciously feel safer and more grounded.” Maria raised her eyebrow and took a drag.

Brimstone was silent for a while, looking around the flat from the doorway. His eyes were wide and his expression resembled a child who was caught eating cookies before dinner. 

,, Well.. Okay, maybe it is not unusual. Phoenix does it all the time.” he scratched the back of his neck.

Maria gave him the “continue” look.

,, Maybe I just wanted to know if everything is alright?” Brimstone didn´t look her in the eyes as he spoke, instead, he was constantly looking around for an object to fixate on.

,, Somebody had to read my file. “ turned Maria her back on him and began to walk towards the kitchen. ,, Come in, you´re not gonna stand there the whole time, are you?” 

,, No, of course not, thanks.” he blurted. ,, Should I close the door?” 

,, Nope, leave it like that, I need some fresh air in here.” she called from another room.

,,  I see you have a lot of stuff on your hands.” he said and tried to fan away the cigarette smoke with his hands.

,, Yeap, don´t expect anything fancy, it´s a mess in here.” she said unbothered, retrieved the wrench, and kneeled to the pipe once again. 

,, It´s fine, not like I´m any better. “ he winked at her, even though she had her back turned on him. ,, Whatcha got there?” he kneeled as well.

,, A goddamn rusty ass drain pipe that is for some reason connected to a water pipe. I have to separate them and put a new drain and water pipe in there. I don´t know why they were connected or which engineer thought of such a genius idea. You see when I poured water into a cup, there was some gunk from the drain pipe, which was disgusting so I had to buy my water. That was another expense and I couldn´t afford renovation before Protocol. Yeah and also it just didn´t want to flow away, it took hours to drain. AND IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO CLEAN! WHO THOUGHT OF IT!” she pushed with all her strength but to no avail, the nut did not budge.

,, Hell, that sucks. I can´t imagine tolerating something like that for that long” said Brim and gestured to hand him the wrench over.

,, Well, I cannot afford anything better, if I did those corporate mofos would notice and I would be doomed. “ she gritted her teeth and gave Brimstone a questioning look, distancing the wrench away from him. ,, You have a white shirt.” 

,, And? It´s just a shirt, don´t fuss around and give me that wrench.” 

,, As you wish Sarge, but I warned you.” she gave him the wrench with raised eyebrow still.

He took the wrench and put it on the huge nut that connected the pipes.

,, If something does not go with strength…” he said as he started to pull, ,, it will go with much greater strength.” 

As he finished the sentence the drain pipe snapped and all the gunk and water flew out of the pipage. Splashing both Maria and Brim.

,, What the hell? I smelled dirty drains before but this?” said now disgusted Brim, his white shirt completely dumped with suspicious liquid. 

Maria snorted hard, even though she got hit as well. 

,, What´s so funny?” he asked a bit annoyed.

,, Did I mention that the water pipes are connected to the septic from the flat above? That´s why I have the bucket there. “ she pointed at a cracked white bucket under the pipes.

,, How could this building even stand?” asked shocked Brim, trying to get off some pieces of gunk from him. ,, How can you live here?” 

,, I have to, but you would get used to it.” she shrugged.

,, I don't think I would. “ frowned Brim.

Maria took out another cigarette and offered Brim one too. 

,, Here Sarge, I think you need it now. “ she extended her hand toward him, amusement in her tone..

,, Hey, my name´s  Liam, call me that, and thank you.” he said and took a cigarette.

,, I´ve heard, “ she said and sat on top of the kitchen counter. ,, The name is Maria, so. “ she looked to the window and lit her cigarette, and handed the lighter to Brim. 

,, I know. “ he said with a smile.

They sat quietly for a while. The sounds of the city buzzed through the open windows, muffled music played from the radio. It would be calming if it wasn´t for the smell from the drain water and the weird itchy feeling on their skin. Brim quietly held the wrench and inspected it in his hand.

,, You still didn't tell me the reason.” broke Maria the silence.

,, What reason?” huffed Brim some smoke.

,, Why are you really here?” she looked at him with a smirk.

He thought for a while with a serious face. She could see his thoughts trying to create a sensible sentence. 

,, I just wanted to see you. To know how you´re doing. The last few months were rough and I know you´re not on the best note with some of the agents.” he said.

,, I will always keep it professional. If the kiddos have a problem with me, I´m fine with that, I wouldn´t like myself if I were them either.” she exhaled some smoke.

,, What are you saying right now?” he laughed.

,, No really. You weren´t there when I introduced myself? I was acting like a fool there. I introduced myself so distantly and with my nose so high that the sun would blind me.” she laughed too.

,, Why would you do that?” he asked in a semi-amused tone.

,, It´s a habit. I´m just like that. When you can see someone's thoughts, you know more than them usually. I´ve read so many minds that this approach stuck with me. Sometimes I forget that no one can read my mind, and they will not know how I mean things as I do with others.” 

,, That sucks, but maybe it just needs a bit of work.” he said and took a drag.

,, I guess these weird powers do degenerate your ability to be a normal human being, or maybe I am more human than I have ever been. I don´t know.” she sighed and listened to the music for a bit.

They sat quietly again before Brim started to scratch himself aggressively. 

,, Hey, don´t you have a way to clean yourself? This stuff makes me go crazy and we will probably get a rash if we keep it on our skin any longer.” he grunted as he tried to scratch his back.

,, Sadly, I don´t, but we can wait a bit for the sun to go down.” said Maria, slapping Brim's hand that tried to scratch his back and scratched him herself.

,, I don´t understand, why would we wait for the sun to go down?” he asked, confused.

,, First, “ Maria jumped down from the counter and put her finger up. ,, I wouldn´t go out if I smelled like this, not even in this crackhead district like mine, and second, have you ever seen someone climb fences during the day?” she said in a cheeky tone.

Brim just looked at her, even more confused.

******

,, Maria, no. What is this?” asked Brim when they arrived at their destination.

The light from the streetlight didn´t reach the spot where they were standing and Maria enthusiastically rushed to the wired fence.

,, Our “ I smell good again” ticket.” she said and skillfully climbed the fence, trying not to make much noise.

She jumped down and put her arms on her hips. 

,, C´mon Liam, don´t tell me that our sarge is afraid to climb a little fence.” she teased.

Brimstone rolled his eyes and started to climb the fence. He got to the top, but then something unexpected happened. The fence collapsed under him, sending Brim to the ground in front of Maria. 

,, Shit, you ok? Liam?” she asked, looking around frantically. 

,, Yeah yeah, I´m fine. Seems like I´m a bit too heavy for that.” he observed the broken thing.

,, Maybe. C´mon before the night guard comes around.” she grabbed his hand and led him around the building.

After a while of running in the dark, they came across a neatly stacked pile of boxes right under a small window.

,, Great, they didn´t dispose of it yet. I hope you´ll fit.” she looked at him, then started climbing the boxes. ,, When you climb inside, there is a toilet, try not to fall on it, 'cause that would surely bust us.” she said and slipped into the window.

Maria looked back at the window, hoping Brim would fit. Turns out she didn´t have to worry. 

,, Look, I´m not that big.” he frowned when he saw her amused yet puzzled face.

,, Okay okay, just be careful when you step down here.” she said as she helped him down from the ledge.

,, Alright, what now? “ he asked, looking around, trying to adjust to the dark.

,, Now we just have to get to the arrival room so that I can pick up some soap and we will be good to go.” she said happily.

,, What? Where the hell are we?” he looked at her, stretching his back.

,, You will see soon, just wait for me here and then you´ll see, I´ll be right back, don´t make noise.” she gestured with her hands as she backed out of the room.

Lucky for her the arrival room was right outside the door and it didn´t take long to get to the reception table. It was dark, but still visible enough to see into the drawers she had opened. She searched for one thing, the keys to the lost and found room, where all the treasure is stored.

,, Might as well pick up some clean clothes.” she whispered to herself.

Finally, she found what she searched for, a small yellow key with a tag. 

,, Yes!” she whispered loudly, before listening carefully if someone wasn´t around. 

Nothing.

Maria carefully unlocked the door and turned on the light from her phone.

,, Alright, what am I gonna pick.” she talked to herself again.

She searched around and found some floral bodywash that she ended up picking for herself. Some basic men's shower gel that was almost completely empty. She thought for a bit if it would be enough, but then brushed it off as it was time for some new clothes. They weren´t clean clothes at all, mostly stuff that people left in lockers somewhere in the area during summer.

,, Hey.” a hand landed on her shoulder.

Maria jumped and shone in the face of the intruder, ready to strike, but when she turned, she only saw Brimstone squinting eyes and shielding his face from the light.

,, Put it down, damn it!” he hissed while shielding his eyes.

,, I told you to wait! You call yourself a soldier when you can´t obey an order?” she said angrily, breathing in and out.

,,It had taken you quite a while. I just came to check on you if you are okay.” he said innocently.

She gave him an angry look, but couldn´t be mad for long as this was quite sweet of him.

,, Okay, I forgive you. At least you can pick your clothes.” she turned away from him and continued to dig through the boxes of clothes.

,, Clothes?” he asked confused.

,, Yes, you didn´t plan on wearing this after you clean yourself up, or ye?” she asked.

,, Of course not, but I didn´t expect this. What is this place?”

,, You will still have to wash them and you will see.” she said as she folded some wear in her arms.

Brim didn´t look for long as he just pulled out the first pants and top he had gotten in his hands.

,, Alright, now the hardest part. Getting around Lenny. “ she said, crouching before one of the doors.

,, Lenny? Is he the night guard here?” he crouched with her.

,, Yep, but he mostly has headphones so our biggest problem will be his vision.”

,, And his sense of smell, because I think I have lost mine.” said Brim, wrinkling his nose.

,, I can numb his senses for a few seconds, make it look like he got dizzy from sleepiness, but we have to be fast.” she rolled her eyes. ,, I´ll show you where to go.”

She opened the door and revealed a long corridor that had many doors. Whistling and walking echoed and bounced off the walls.

,, We need the second door on the right before the turn at the end. Stay close behind me.” 

They sneaked through the corridor and approached the aimed door.

,, Wait, let me check something.” she stopped him and peeked out from behind to wall to the next corridor.

Brim peaked with her.  There an African American man walked with his back to them, happily whistling and swinging his flashlight to the rhythm of the song. 

,, So that´s Lenny? “ he smirked at the man.

Maria sent a small purplish butterfly that quickly closed the distance between them and disappeared when it touched the back of his neck.

,, Yep” replied Maria.

,, What was that? “ asked Brim, retreating from his position to stand up.

,,I just checked if he was here already and if we have enough time.” she said, standing up as well.

,, And?” 

,, Well, he was just here and it´s gonna take him like thirty minutes before he makes another lap in the second building and an hour around the outside area, so we have around two hours before he gets here again, but I can set a trap at the entrance to the corridor for us to know if he´s near, and a small trap to make him think that he checked here already, buying us another two hours.” she explained as she made her way to the entrance again.

,, Wow, that little power of yours is quite handy.” grinned Brim, watching as Maria made a small cocoon-like orb and stuck it to the doorway.

,, That should do, now, come.” she grabbed his hand again and led the man to the desired doors. ,, Let´s get clean.” 

Maria opened the door and revealed a locker room. 

,, This is the man's locker room, which is the only one that is unlocked as the lock is broken. Like 5 years already. The showers are to the left, right there.” she pointed at the shower entrance. 

,, Neat, I can´t wait to get this off.”  said Brim happily and stepped inside while taking his shirt off.

He took the soap from Maria and took off the rest of his clothes. Maria of course peaked as, well, why wouldn´t she? She had taken her clothes off too and waited for a bit. The sound of running water could be heard and after some time, the humidity could be felt in the air. Then she called into the shower room:,, I hope you don´t mind me joining, if you do, turn your back to the entrance!”

No response, so she entered the showers, and boy oh boy. He looked at her as if she was to murder him.

,, Don´t be a sissy. You must have seen many women throughout the years, I´m no different from them plus, get used to it, 'cause tonight I have one more thing to show you.” she said with zero care in her voice.

Brim just slowly turned his head and continued to face the wall and wash his hair. Maria did the same, the scent of flowers and men's body wash filled the showers and steam began to rise from her body. 

,, How can you even stand that temperature?” she heard from behind her.

,, What do you mean? It´s perfect.” she brushed him off as she continued to wash her feet.

,, Uh, no? That´s some boiling water you are pouring onto yourself, that´s everything but perfect.” laughed Brim.

,, Okay, like you know what warm water is. Yours would give the Arctic Ocean a run for its money.” replied Maria.

,, Oh yeah?” said Brim with a cheeky tone.

Then some cold water landed on Marias back and she stiffened.

,, Yours on the other hand has hanky-pankys with global warming.” laughed Brim even harder.

Maria turned and threw a soaked sponge on him, hitting her target, his face.

,, Ew, where did you get that? Smells weird.” grimaced Brim and started washing the impact spot.

,, I don´t know, it was just lying here. “ she smirked at him, turned her back, and continued to wash her body.

Brim squinted his eyes at her and thought of a way to take revenge while he was getting some gunk out of his beard. Then an idea struck him. Quickly, he turned around and zoomed behind Maria and grabbed her around her waist, dragging her through her protests under his shower.

,, No no no! Let me go! I´m gonna freeze, holy shit!” she squealed, trying to get out of his grip.

Brim only laughed and focused on holding her slippery body in place. Maria managed to turn the water off and turned to face him, splatting his face with some foam. He still held her.

,, Okay, you Spaßfogel, let me show you something, we still have a lot of time.” she laughed and tried to get out of his grip. 

But Brim looked at her quietly, the foam slowly making its way through his wrinkles down to his beard. 

,, What?” asked Maria with a raised eyebrow, still amused. 

,, You´re nicer than you think you are.” he said gently, smiling a little.

Maria got quiet and looked to the side, so she didn´t have to see his face. 

,, C´mon, let´s go.” she said and let herself out of his hands.

Brim quietly followed. Then it all started making sense to him. They arrived in a huge hall with 3 swimming pools. Small lights flickered in and outside the pools. There were many decorative plants that had small lightbulbs hanging from them, illuminating the otherwise dark room.

,, They don´t turn these off for some reason.” said Maria calmly. ,, We can swim for a while. I know that one should not exercise at night, but I think we can make an exception.” she looked at him with hopeful eyes.

Brim just nodded with a slight smile and went to the first swimming pool. She just watched him and entered the other pool by herself.

They swam for quite a while, but the trap did not trigger yet, so she knew there was still time. Half an hour went by and they still did not speak. She started to worry that she had done something, but she didn´t want to get into his head. It gave her some comfort that she had no idea what he was thinking. She felt normal that way. By then she had exited the swimming pool and sat in the warm water of the waist-high pool. Normally, there would be pressured water sprouting out of the holes she sat on, but now it was calm as there was no one that would control it. The light bulbs hung over her head together with the greenery, creating a magical atmosphere that she would not expect in such a place. As she put her arms down into the water, she accidentally brushed over her scarred stomach. She would have forgotten about it if she didn´t see it in the mirror sometimes or did not brush her clothes over it when she was getting dressed. It was funny how her job left a bigger physical scar than the biggest pain of her life that left no scars and never seemed to heal. Her hand slowly glided over the scared skin, somewhat finding peace in it.

,, It healed pretty well.” sounded from behind her.

She turned her head to see Brimstone sitting on the floor behind her.

,, Yeah, but sometimes I can still feel the brocks under my skin.” replied Maria with a peal of slight laughter.

,, First missions are usually rough, but you took it to the next level by taking a shotgun to the stomach.” said Brim. ,, Can I join you?”

,, Sure, I don´t see why not.” she gave him a small smile and looked into the distance on the dark wall.

Brim carefully sat down next to her.

,, How long has it been? “ he thought out loud.

,, Almost two and a half years.” said Maria confidently.

,, Time flies.” he said quietly.

,, Yeah.” replied Maria softly, still staring into the distance. ,, And still, at my age, I have to do stuff like this.” she giggled.

,, At least you stay in shape.” laughed Brim back.

Then they got quiet again. Maria relaxed and looked around more. She noticed how the water got calm, the light bulbs reflected perfectly on the surface. Lights in the pool were dim enough to not light the water at all, but also enough to be visible. The dark blues of the pool mixed with the azure. She could hear occasional droplets of water on the roof as it might have been starting to rain. 

,, Maria? ” Brim broke the silence.

,, Yes? ” she turned to him.

,, Did I step over the line when I held you? I have to know because, well, it´s all a bit awkward as we are naked and..” he said dimly, not even finishing the sentence before going quiet.

She thought for a bit. Maria had never seen him so soft. He always performed as a boots-on-the-ground leader. A firm hand and serious face. The one who knows what he wants. Now he seemed like an inexperienced teenager, who had done something and felt so guilty that it seeped from his skin.

,, Of course not.” she said gently. ,, I´m not the type to make a fuss.” she smiled at him.

He smiles back and gets a little closer. Maria just rolls her eyes in her head. She knew by now, but maybe she´d just let him bathe in it a bit more.

,, Is someone there?!” sounded a call from the showers.

They both turned at each other with terror in their eyes.

,, What?! What is he doing here?” whispered Brim loudly.

,, I think I forgot to put my little trap on the locker entrance, he must have come from the other side.” she bit her nail.

,, What do we do now? I don´t want to be caught naked.” said Brim, unnerved.

,, Quick, let's go over to that corner, it's darker there, just dive underwater and if you can, hold me there, I will make him go away.” she said and began to swim to the corner.

,, Alright.” Brim nodded and joined her. ,, How long?” 

,, Give me 20 seconds.” she said and dived, followed by Brim.

Under the water, he gently pulled her closer to him so she wouldn´t rise up. Maria concentrated, her hair emitted a faint shimmer, glowy foam forming around her eyes and fingertips. A bunch of small butterflies that had a purplish shimmer to them started to form from the substance and at once, they flew out of the water, targeting the night guard who was enveloped in them now. Her hair shimmered even more, body twitched from oxygen deprivation. It was more than 20 seconds, but the guard was still present.

,, What the fuck? What is this? What? Wh..” Lenny tried to shoo the bugs away, but then his body went limp and fell to the ground.

Together with his body hitting the ground, both of them surfaced. Maria coughed out water as she had inhaled some when she was focusing.

,, You good? “ asked Brim, gently hitting her back. 

,, Yeah yeah, it took a bit longer. Thanks, Liam.  Hell..” she cursed and looked over to the limp body.

,, He´s not dead, is he? “ asked Brim. 

,, Nope, I just made him really sleepy, but this won't last long so, we should get out. He won´t remember any magic butterflies or something.”

,, Alright, let´s get out of here then.” nodded Brimstone and got out of the water first, offering Maria a hand.

Arriving at the locker room, they were both surprised that their clothes were still in their place. 

,, Hey, we forgot to wash them.” stated Brimstone.

Maria took a whiff of the clothes.

,, It isn´t that bad, it could be worse. C´mon, we don´t have time.” she grinned and began to dress up.

She chose simple, but quite colorful clothing. A salmon pink undershirt that seemed a bit too loose for her and pastel yellow loins that on the other hand were a bit too skinny.

,, I think the sweater is a bit too tight.” said Brim.

Maria turned at him and stood still as she observed him. He had taken dark green outdoor pants that seemed to fit, but the turtleneck he had chosen was maybe a little bit too tight. It perfectly traced his body, every muscle.

,, I think it fits you well.” she winked at him.

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

,, Alright, let´s go before that bozo wakes up.” she gestured to him.

They had exited the building from the way they came in. Jogging as they got through the hole in the fence so they wouldn´t get caught bare-handed. 

,, That was something.” exhaled Brimstone.

,, Yeap, one gets hungry after such action. Wanna grab something? On me.” poked Maria her finger in his chest.

,, I don´t know, it is quite late, I don´t think anything will be open by now.” he thought out loud.

,, I know just the place.” she smirked. ,, Follow me.” 

,, Alright, lead me then.” he smiled and took Maria by the hand.

She just went with it and walked down the filthy streets. Brimstone was extremely tense when seeing the creatures someone once called human.

,, Don´t worry, most of them are harmless. They are poor an excuse for a human.” said Maria in a serious tone.

,, Still, you never know.” he looked around.

There were a lot of people just standing around, laying on the ground, whores inviting cars that were oh so rare.

,, It´s not gonna take long, besides, if someone had ill intentions, you would notice, they are not really good at hiding it. And you´re with me.” said Maria proudly.

,, Now you sound funny.” said Brim.

,, I mean it, look.” whispered Maria and her hair began to shimmer.

Many small butterflies once again sprouted from her eyes and fingertips. Brimstone felt a funny tickling feeling when the butterflies made their way through the grip of his hand. The moment the people noticed that she could do this, the street was empty.

,, Monster!” 

,, Screw off!”

,, Get out!” 

,, Shut up! I don´t want to get hurt!”

,, Hide! ”

There were many reactions.

,, They are not really tolerant.” he looked around at the scampering figures.

,, Nope, they are scared. Ever since The First Light, streets have become more dangerous. Random power outbursts from inexperienced radiants kept happening, sometimes killing. They have learned to get out of the way. “ she explained.

,, What if there is a radiant among them?” asked Brimstone.

,, Like you don´t know. Kingdom is getting rid of them. I worked in this field. If you have an addiction or some mental/health problem as a radiant, posing a threat to normal people, we did not try to save them. We got rid of them.” she said quietly. 

Brimstone did not respond.

,, Seems like you´ve really worked in a different field.” she stated. ,, Look, we are here!” Maria lit up. ,, I hope you don´t mind Chinese food.” 

,, I´m not gonna say no to noodles.” relaxed Brimstone.

They both got their food to go and sat down on a small ledge close to the restaurant. While eating, Brim watched his surroundings as if nervosity still crept on him.

,, Calm down, Liam.” she nudged him with her elbow. 

,, Nah, it´s just.. Do you really want to know the reason why I came today?” he asked.

Maria turned to face him.

,, I.. Well.. The HQ is becoming more and more crowded. The new lot coming in, all the extra administrative work with it, and the constant bickering of others over small stuff are just starting to get over my head sometimes. And then there is you. No matter if it's small talk or professional matter, you never fail to make me feel a bit more at ease in all that chaos. Damn even when I just catch a glimpse of you, my day is suddenly better. And since you took a month off, I couldn´t. You know, I couldn´t just go a month without the ease. Without.. Well.. You.. I just wanted to tell you that I-.”

She just put a finger over his lips and shushed him, putting her food aside to hold his face in her hands. Then she closed the distance for their foreheads to connect. He sighed with a chuckle, closing his eyes while mimicking her movement and cupping her face. 

,, Guess what,” she whispered, amused. ,, I know.”

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