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bunnyywritings · 3 years

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sugar, spice, and everything nice

streamer!kozume kenma x gn!reader

day 1: baking together

word count: 1k+

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭; 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐

[a/n: alright here it is! Fluffvember day 1! I’m sorry this first one is a little short but I hope you all enjoy 💓 taglist is still open ! -yours truly, bunnyy ]

“Are you ready?” Kenma asks as the watcher count goes up.

Both you and Kenma were fairly popular streamers. His streams usually consisted of gaming and an abundance of memes while yours consisted of gaming, baking, and other things. On a joint game of among us with Kuroo, Shoyo, and other streamer friends of yours, it was revealed that you two were dating courtesy of none other than Kuroo Tetsurō. The chat was calling Kenma out for “simping over you” to which Kuroo replied “Yeah Kenma, you can’t just believe everything (y/n) says just cause you guys are dating.”

Even though you and Kenma had been in your own streaming rooms, you could feel the anger radiating from him as the deafening silence became much, much louder. The both of you had tried so hard to keep it a secret. Making sure that the cats were never on stream because having the same breed of cat is a believable coincidence but having a cat of the same breed with the same name is much harder to explain or being quiet while the other is streaming and send them a text to ask what take out they want instead of barging in and asking.

So now that the cat was out of the bag, everyone was basically demanding that you two stream together. Whether you were playing a game or baking, they didn’t care. They just wanted to see the interactions.

Now here you are, getting everything ready to bake an apple pie.

“Yup! I’m ready.” You smiled at Kenma. You knew he was a bit hesitant to be on stream with you what you didn’t know was that it was because he just knew that it would be IMPOSSIBLE to hide the way his eyes soften when he looks at you or the way that he’s just so soft for you in general.

So as Kenma removed the ‘waiting’ screen, you two began to do your usual introductions.

“So we’re just gonna kinda start to do this and we’ll just keep an eye on the uh the chat, so yeah.” It was a little awkward as you instructed Kenma to peel and slice the apples.

“We decided to make apple pie because Kozu loves apple pie, it’s his favorite thing that I make. Especially in the fall when we go pick fresh apples.”

The chat exploded with fans cooing over the fierce blush that made Kenma’s cheeks glow. Some donations had come in, the text to speech relaying the messages along with them.

So far, things had been going smoothly. Kenma cut the apples and you showed everyone how to make the cinnamon filling. You grabbed your spoon and dipped it into the filling and brought it up to your lips, a satisfied hum leaving you as the sticky sweet concoction coated your tongue.

“Is it good?” Kenma inquired as he tilted his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes as you enthusiastically nodded. “Can I taste?” You nodded but before you could move to dip the spoon back into the bowl, he gently took your chin in between his fingers and brought your lips to his, tongue cheekily licking at your lips before pulling away. You can tell that he had forgotten what you two were currently doing since he hadn’t cringed back or started to blush.

“Mmm it is sweet, almost as sweet at you.” There was a beat of silence before the donation notification rang throughout the kitchen and the robotic reading of ‘wow what a simp’ followed not long after.

You watched as his eyes widened and he flushed red, hands coming up to cover his face. You snickered teasingly, a blush matching his own was coming up your neck. Another donation with the note ‘didn’t know that kodzuken could be so cheesy’ and made Kenma shrink down to the floor and hide from the camera.

After that, you continued to show how to make the pie. Flattening out the crust that you had made prior to the stream and laying it into the pie tin, mixing the filling with the cut up apples and pouring the mixture into the bottom crust before showing how to lay a lattice crust on top, coating the edges with an egg wash and using leftover dough to make decorative cat ears and whiskers on it before finally slipping it into the oven.

“So uh why don’t we answer questions while we wait.” You suggested, glancing at Kenma who was currently eating the leftover filling coated apples. He agreed, moving further into frame.

Questions ranged from what your favorite tiktoks were to how long the two of you were dating. At one point, Kenma had started to introduce your two cats to avoid answering a question.

It was adorable.

Apparently, Shoyo had been watching the stream and decided to video call the both of you. Kenma was visibly relieved once all the questions shifted to how you two had become friends with one of Japan’s top volleyball players.

The steam had ended with you announcing that another joint stream was coming soon, one that would involve Kenma teaching you how to play Valorant.

“That wasn’t too bad was it.” You asked as you hugged Kenma from behind, resting your forehead on his shoulder, pressing a few kisses against his neck.

“Yeah, it was okay.” His voice was a little muffled since he was munching on some of the fresh pie. A small moan left his throat. “God this pie is delicious.” He shoveled another fork full into his mouth. “I’m gonna get fat if you keep feeding me like this.” He joked.

You rubbed your hands over his tummy, “I wouldn’t mind that one bit, you’ll still be my pretty boy Kozu.” You didn’t have to look at his face to see the bashful expression on it.

“You know that I’ll love you no matter what Kenma.”

He turned in your arms and cupped your face in his hands. “I know, I’ll love you no matter what...well maybe not if you cheat on me.” He squished your cheeks so your lips puckered up like a fish. “You haven’t cheated on me, right?” The tone in his voice was purely playful.

“Well about that…” your words were garbled but still understandable since he rolled his eyes.

“I swear to god, if it was with Shoyo I will murder you. We agreed he was mine.”

“I mean I was gonna say Ku-” his little glare cut you off. “I mean what, who’s that?”

The both of you fell into a fit of giggles before he leaned in to give you a proper kiss.

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 (open): @soul-of-rwby

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thebonggirll · 4 years

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Chapter 15 - Obstacle Race

Chapter 14

Everyone could hear the overexcited voice of Present Mic. As soon as they entered the arena, the crowd cheered harder than before and surely the whole stadium was packed.

"Man, I've never seen this much crowd before for the first years....kinda makes me nervous." Y/N said, "What if I get distracted?"

"...Seriously, can you be positive about yourself for once?" Kyoka commented, "Although, it is actually a bit scary to see this many people. It's like they are gonna be judging us for every single thing we do."

"Well..that's what they're here for though. To judge us and scout us." Y/N replied, "But it feels like they are expecting more after the villain news."

"Yeah..also, the media will concentrate more on you if they find out about you."

"They already know about me. That's the thing. They'll judge me more than anyone else. Probably tell me I'm not suitable for this course or something." Y/N said as they stood in front of Midnight who was the Chief Umpire for the year. Judging by the expressions of the students as well as the crowd, pretty much everyone was focusing on her costume. Not that anyone can blame her, she was a charming lady.

Kirishima said, a blush covering his face, "Uhh someone should talk to Ms. Midnight about what she's wearing."

Kaminari, who was also known as a bit of a pervert and came up with ideas along with Mineta nodded his head in approval and said, "Yeah, that costume should come with a warning."

Y/N looked at Kyoka who had a neutral expression. They spent a lot of time together, so one thing they both knew about each other is that neither of them were comfortable about their own bodies. Well, most people are insecure about something involving their appearance, even though some look confident, there's always something. But with Kyoka, Y/N felt that she can finally talk about it, instead of suppressing it like she did before.

And the girls in their whole section was, no doubt in it, absolutely gorgeous. Something that made Y/N feel a bit insecure about herself.

"Silence everyone!" Midnight yelled, "And for the student pledge we have Katsuki Bakugou!"

"Uhh.." Midoriya looked at him nervously, "He's the first year rep?"

And as expected, Y/N did have a small smile on her face.

"Can you be more obvious?" She heard Kyoka say.

"I can. You haven't seen me fawn over someone yet." She whispered. "Also shut up."

"I guess that hot head did finish first in the entrance test." Sero said, followed by a sigh and a girl from General Studies complaining, "Only for the hero course exam."

It pissed Y/N off, "Save some of your bitterness for the competition, you're gonna need it."

"Hey! Why would you say that?! They already hate us!" Kaminari shouted from the front.

"Exactly." Y/N said, "Other than their inferiority complex they have literally no reason to hate us. Why blame us for being in the hero course? If they want the position, they gotta prove that they deserve to be in this position. But first of all, they failed and second of all, they blame us for it? Fuck them dude. Why exactly do they expect us to respect them when they have been treating us like this?" She then turned to the other classes and said, "Learn to earn your damn respect instead of whining and complaining about it."

"Are you kidding me Y/N?!" Kyoka nudged her with her elbow, "What has gotten into you? We are training to be heros."

"So? That gives all the other classes the VIP card to disrespect us?" Y/N glared at a particular boy from General Studies and said, "I don't know why did I even bother to try to be friends with them."

"Chill dude." Kyoka sighed.

"I don't think I can. As if its not enough that we are nervous about the whole competition, that the other classes think its a great time to pass hateful comments."

Bakugou was finally in front of the mic as the students finally quieted down, "I just wanna say-" Y/N just wished he wouldn't be himself for once, " -I'm gonna win."

While everyone booed him and Iida was trying to talk about him being disrespectful, Y/N's eyes observed something else in him.

"Not my fault the rest of you all are just stepping stones to my victory." He said and started walking back to his position.

He actually wasn't being himself. He would've made it into a joke and laughed while saying it if he was actually being himself.

This was him challenging himself.

The preliminary round of the festival was obstacle race. All eleven first-year classes have to race along a four-kilometer-long obstacle course around the festival stadium. Participants were allowed to use their freely to try and win, as long as they do not leave the race course. The first forty-two competitors that finish will advance to the second event.

As soon as the race started, most of the students got stuck trying to rush out of the stadium. In the middle of it, when Y/N finally was able to get out from the crowd, suddenly ice covered her feet and she got stuck.

"Oh for god's sake, I bet it's that stupid Todoroki again." Y/N cursed and concentrated on rising the temperature of the water gushing out her feet. It took some time but when she finally got out of it, she used her water quirk to rush forward. In a way Todoroki made her path easier with the ice. She slid along the ice covered path like she was ice skating.

But she had to stop. In front of them was their first obstacle - Robo Inferno. Something that they faced during their entrance exam. While Todoroki froze them when they were off balance and took off to his path, the rest of the students were yet to pass them.

Just as expected, some students of Class 1-A were already on their way, avoiding fighting the robots, including Y/N who now had to use more of her power in order to run since Todoroki stopped creating his ice path. Bakugou and Todoroki were way ahead of everyone else and Y/N was almost catching up to them. The thing is, having any kind of power very similar to the five elements is a benefit to those who were in the race.

Soon, the second obstacle was on her sight. It was 'The Fall' - a canyon that must be trekked across by walking along tightropes. Now that one was a bit difficult. If she used too much of her power than required, she might miss and fall down.

"Well, I gotta take my chances." Y/N said and moved forward, almost slipping down once if it wasn't for Ochaco helping her balance herself. Todoroki did slid on the ropes but using those would've been dangerous if the ice slipped off from any part of the rope.

Her patience was running low with these obstacles slowing her down on every path. Using more of her power now out of frustration to reach the first position, she rushed forward as she came across the last obstacle - Mine Field.

"I wasn't plotting around just because I talked to that guy asshole." She started walking forward avoiding the mines and gritted her teeth muttering, "I wanna win fair and square because I fucking deserve it."

Todoroki and Bakugou were already on their way, not only avoiding the mines but also fighting with each other along the way. Suddenly a huge blast took place, as she looked up and saw Midoriya moving forward - more like flying forward to the first position.

"No way." Y/N gasped, "Fuck it." She said and used a huge blast of water to move forward, even though it ended up in another mine field blast, slowing the other students down.

"And back in the stadium is the first place winner - Izuku Midoriya!" Y/N heard Present Mic announce. She grunted and moved faster - hoping to be atleast in the Top 10.

And she was.

She was in the 5th position. The girl in 4th position, Ibara Shiozaki - she looked really delicate. "How in the world was she in that position? Well, Mineta also managed to come to the finish line. She was from Class 1-B. And going by the quality that stood out the most in her, that girl's hair was different - probably a part of her quirk." Y/N thought.

She caught her breath and observed Bakugou fuming from the distance. Ofcourse he was angry about Midoriya - once again.

Along with exhaustion and frustration, remembering the words Bakugou spewed, she was now angrily walking towards him. Pulling his shoulder and forcibly making him face her, she said, "I am not that of a low life to plot against my own class Bakugou. Seriously, years of us studying together and this is what you think I fucking am? We are your classmates, not enemies."

And with that she walked off to congratulate Midoriya, although with a frown on her face.

Totally forgetting about the fact that she was finally able to look at Bakugou in the eye and talk to him directly.

Crush or not, Y/N surely didn't tolerate someone questioning her loyalty.

Chapter 16

SEASON - II

Ignite

MASTERLIST

tags: @captncappuccino

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pastelkitten615 · 4 years

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Taiyuu High Entrance Exam

Mya Ningyo: Quirk, Black Magic

@taiyuu-high-oct

A/N: this was my first time with a fic. Hope you guys enjoy and I would like to thank @diaspro-cherry letting me include her OCs Akiko and Hana into my story. Love you bestie🖤💜

Ok, just breathe, just breathe, just… breathe. Mya held her breath for a second before stopping at the entrance of the testing facility. She takes another deep breath before entering. "I can do this" she said under breath. She approached a table that said 'test location assignments' receiving a card where her location would be and the time she had to be there. The lady who gave her the card flashed her a warm smile. "Good luck", she said. Responding with a small " thank you", Mya headed towards the big group gathering near a stage, she decided that she would try and look for her friends who were also taking part in the entrance exam.

While looking around she took note of everyone's faces. Some with animal characteristics, some almost monstrous, some you wouldn't even be able to tell if they had a quirk or not. All these different types of people, all with the same goal; to become the best hero they can be. Growing up she's always gotten mixed reactions to her quirk. She's heard it all, from comments like "that's seems pretty villainous" to "wow you could take out a hundred villains with that". The negative comments never got to her, everyone gets them so why let them get under her skin? Her own doubts however were not as easy to shake off. Why am I here? Will I get to pass along side my friends? Am I just going to end up embarrassing myself? Can I actually do this? What if…? " Mya!"

Her toxic thoughts were cut off by a chipper voice in the distance. Turning around she's greeted by her two best friends, Hana and Nami. Both looked very excited, not a hint of nervous energy to be found. Hana's hair was even starting to bloom cherry blossoms flowers which only happens when she's excited. Nami looked as calm as the still water shaping her arms and legs. "Hey, we saw you spacing out, you feeling ok?" Nami said. "Not really. I'm terrified" Mya responded bluntly, having no reason to lie when her emotions were plain as day on her face. "Do you guys know what we'll be doing for the exam? "No, I only heard that it's some sort of obstacle course. They haven't revealed what that involves", Nami answered. "Yeah I figured that'd be the case. I just wish I knew what to expect." " True but that would make it too easy", Hana interjected. "They want to prepare us up and coming heros to be ready for anything", she beamed as more flowers began to bloom. Mya giggled "Yeah I guess you're right. And we'll be great heros at that." Her happiness was infectious. She always seemed to cheer everyone up.

The three friends continued to converse amongst when three taps on the microphone signaled them to quiet down. "Ok everyone, settle down". His voice boomed throughout the facility, though his massive build and cold glare was enough to shut everyone up before he even finished his sentence. "Now that everyone is settled in and has received their assignments I'd like to introduce myself. I am Katashi Fugimura, but you all might know me better as Tundra. I am the principal of Taiyuu High". The now retired winter hero was in the top 10 back in the day. His quirk gave him the power to produce snow and icy winds. Wow, I can't believe he's gonna be our principal, she thought. He's kind of intimidating. "I would also like to introduce The Shock Hero Electric Fury, we've invited her here to provide words of wisdom and encourage", he continued. As she approached the mic Mya recognized her immediately, her half blond half black hair was hard to forget. She was the same hero that motivated her to try testing into the hero course. "Hello future heros", she greeted. Electric Fury said a few heartfelt words about doing our best, saying that we all have the potential to become a great hero. It took her back to that night when they met in that alley after the attack. "As you guys know, this test will be an obstacle course. You will have 40 minutes to complete 4 stages in the course, a 20ft rock wall testing strength and endurance, a laser room testing your agility, a 25ft sprint while dodging attack drones over head testing your speed and ability to multitask, and testing your combat skills against our bots. If you run out of time you will be automatically disqualified", she explained. "Is this course dangerous,?" a frightened looking boy with strawberry blonde hair and fairy wings spoke out. "No, none of the robots or drones are meant to cause excessive harm and if anything does happen we have cameras watching your every move as well as the best healers on standby" she answered as the boy sighed in relief. The Shock Hero said her final goodbyes, wishing us good luck and with that we were off to our assigned areas. Mya didn't miss the small wink sent in her direction.

She stood there in a small grey room waiting for the door to open. Her heart pounded in anticipation. The countdown appeared on the screen. 3…I've got this...2 I'm going to pass...1 I will become a hero. She ran over to the giant rock wall looming over her. It wasn't like the ones you'd see kids play on. It was like an actual mountain. "Ok, what's the easiest way to get up this thing", she whispered to herself. Searching the top she found a piece of the rock that stuck out just enough for hey to rap her hair around it. Perfect. Carefully she stretched her hair up and wrapping it out that small ledge, pulling it to make sure it's secure, and slowly started to climb. After 7 minutes she made it to the top. "Woo made it!" She exclaimed, crouched panting heavily "but that was only the easy part".

She continued onto the laser room. The door opened revealing a room full of bright green lights. Before fully stepping into the room a robotic voice sounded from a speaker up above. "For every triggered laser, 2 points will be docked from your overall score". Well that's good to know. Thinking ahead she tied up her hair to prevent them from touching the lights. "Careful, careful, this is easy', she said encouraging herself. She smiled seeing the end growing closer. Almost there...BUZZ. "Whoa". The loud noise caused her to jolt forward, making it to the end but touching more lasers in the process. She got back up looking at the 3, now red, lights. "Great…, guess I'll have to makeup those points" and she went on to the sprint.

Another door, another long room. Looking up, she can see the drones and as soon as she set foot into the room they came swooping down. Quickly she untied her hair and ran down to the one of the room. Every step of the way bringing down drones as she went. Her voodoo quirk didn't work on non living things but she could at least bring them down, breaking them in the process. The further she went the more of the drones would rain down. She was barely keeping up, when one of the drones came down to cut her arm. "Ah crap", it was only her left high leaving her unaffected for the most but it was inconvenient. Down arm, and exhausted she decided enough was enough. She took hold of one of the drones with her hair and swinging it around, essentially using it as a flail against every one that came at her. Pieces of metal the various debris fell from above as she ducked and dodged until she lunged towards the exit. Having now made it to safety, she looked down at her partially severed arm. "A few stitches should speed up the healing" she spoke out loud, using her needle tipped yarn hair to mend the tear. "Ok last room, I've got this". She charged in fully ready to beat the final boss...until she saw it. "I don't got this".

The robot was at least 7ft tall, looming over her, bright red eyes piercing into her. Before she could react she was already on the ground. Her head hit hard on cool grind. Dazed, she tried to get up only to be kicked into a nearby wall. Come on, get up, get up! She just barely moved away from the third blow. A mirage of blows and kicks kept coming at her, only being able to avoid half of them. She was growing tired, purple bruises littered the right side of her body, tears covered her left exposing her soft stuffing. "You now have 8 minutes" the speaker warned. How am I gonna finish this, I can't properly use my quirk? Another punch was thrown at her which she swiftly dodged. "Huff, huff. Ok, think Mya". Right then an idea popped into her head. This is probably gonna cause me to fall apart, but I can't run out if time. She waited for the robot to strike once more and once it did she took this opportunity to tie up it's arm with her hair. After the other first collided with her cheek she wrapped that one as well. "Let's end this shall we". She circled the robot, once, twice, continuing as many times as it took to cause it to topple over with a loud thud. It squirmed as she walked over to finish it off, ripping the head from its body. Sparks flew from it, and when the red eyes began to fade she knew she was it was finally over. "You have now completed your entrance exam. Please head to the stage area to view your results" the speaker stated and with that Mya shuffled her tattered, bruised body towards the exit.

Heading back to the stage she was once again embraced by her friends in a tight bear hug. "Mya!" they both exclaimed. "Haha wow you look like crap" Nami joked. "Haha yeah? So do you guys" Mya responded seeing her friends also covered with various cuts and bruises. The water that made up Nami's arms and legs was heavily depleted and Hana was looking dehydrated from over using her plant quirk. "Guess what Mya, we all passed!" Hana squealed, jumping up and down. "Wait really, I passed too?" "Yeah see for yourself" Hana said pointing to the big screen overhead. Mya looked up at the dozens of names plastered on the screen. Many of them were red, but in the second column, 6 row, she saw her name in bright green letters. I did it

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jewels2876 · 5 years

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Anniversaries

A/N: So....*drumroll* today is my 1 year Tumblr-versary! I have a plan for later, but today I wanted to gift you guys with this little beauty! I want to thank every amazing person I’ve gotten to know and love and admire and ... ok I’m gushing! Seriously though, I never thought of fanfic writing and now I can’t quite imagine my life without it!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1278

Warnings: fluffy fluff, cute dogs, annoying best friends, Bucky & Sam acting like kids

You scrunched your nose as sunlight pierced your eyes through the gauzy curtains. The body beside you pulled you close and kissed the back of your neck. You sighed and smiled, tucking yourself closer into his body. His kisses moved to the side of your neck then up your jaw. “Good morning love,” his gravelly voice whispered. You turned over to face him, bathed in the filtered light. You sighed again and offered him a soft warm smile before leaning in to kiss him, no teasing just soft lips and tender caresses. He pulled back to gaze into your beautiful eyes.

“Good morning,” you finally answered back, after clearing your throat. Your back hit the bed again, stretching your arms above your head and gently moving your legs to work out the kinks from the night before. He stayed on his side, watching you move and thanking his lucky stars for the millionth time for finding you when he did.

Four Years Earlier

You weren’t sure how you lost your friend amid the throngs of people visting Coney Island, but there you were, stalking the last place you had seen her: the cotton candy vendor. You paced and looked around, hoping she would come back soon. Your gaze was too focused on the random groups walking by and less focused on the people closest to you; as you turned you hit a very hard, muscular body. “I’m so sorry!” you apologized as you landed your gaze on his… chest. Wow! You raised your eyes higher and higher to stare into a pair of beautiful eyes twinkling back at you. You recognized Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, easily but his presence overwhelmed you slightly. He grinned at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. Jesus, he’s hot, you thought. You heard your name being called and you shook yourself out of your haze.

“Y/n, are you ok?” your friend asked, grasping your elbow gently from behind. You looked at her, then motioned with your eyes to look behind you. Your friend smiled broadly. “Oh hey Steve! I’ve been looking all over for you and Buck, When did you get here?”

“About ten minutes ago. Ran into y/n here first. We were just waiting for you Nat.”

You levelled a look at your best friend Natasha Romanov. “My dear assassin-happy friend, have you been talking me up to Steve Rogers??” You shook your head again as Nat chuckled.

Two Years Earlier

You should have been enjoying the moment, but you noticed Bucky and Sam silently poking at each other. Aren’t they supposed to be stealthier than this, you wondered as you flashed them a quick murderous glance. You watched as Steve leaned over and quietly whispered to both guys. They knocked off the poking, but not before each one got one more poke in. You silently thanked Steve as you handed your bouquet over to Nat. Steve took both of your hands in his, watery smile matching the tears in his eyes. “Thanks for showing up, ya know being our anniversary and all,” he deadpanned before he started on his vows.

When it was your turn, you quipped lightly “If you always remember our anniversary, I’ll always show up.” You felt the tears prickling so you quickly dove into your sweet, slightly sassy, vows.

Two Weeks Ago

“Would you horribly mind if I got you something early for our anniversary?” Steve asked with a sly smile. You groaned. Steve had a way of making an anniversary for almost every moment of your relationship; some good, some bad (like your first fight bad) but all of them involved a gift of some kind. You knew it was in two weeks, but you couldn’t help but tease him all the same.

“Which anniversary are we talkin’ about? Our first date? No wait! Our first time having…”

“Okay smarty pants!” He grabbed you and kissed you before you could finish your sentence. He felt your grin against his and had to pull back to laugh. “I MEANT our wedding anniversary. Which also happens to be the first time we met too, I might add.” He unsuccessfully ducked as you swatted his chest playfully. Steve went to the back porch; you followed him quietly. You heard him whispering “Don’t be scared, she’s gonna love you!” You opened the door and let out a small squeak of glee. Sitting on its haunches just next to Steve’s side was a mopey chocolate brown Lab; its eyes turned to you and it hid behind Steve with a whine. He chuckled as you bent down slowly and held out your hand, willing yourself not to move. The dog hesitated and sniffed the air at first.

“I’ve got a treat,” you sang quietly. The dog seemed to trust you weren’t lying and came out from hiding. He sniffed your empty hand then looked around as if to say, where’s that treat lady? You chuckled and ran your hand over his head and rubbed his back. Mollified slightly, the dog sat in front of you and let you continue to pet him. You looked over the dog to Steve who was watching the two of you. “Steve, he’s too sweet! Thank you!” You glanced around the backyard he had recently fenced in and the lightbulb went off. “I should have KNOWN there was a reason you were suddenly happy to check off something on that honey-do list!”

Present

Steve leaned onto you slightly, as if shielding you from the sun. You gazed at him lovingly as he bent his head. His lips met yours and the world melted away. It was just him and you… until the dog barked outside of your bedroom door. You both chuckled; Steve pulled you up and into his lap as the dog nudged his way in. He woofed, circled, then settled on the floor at the corner of the bed. Steve kissed the top of your head as you hugged him. “So what’s on the agenda for today?” you asked with a giggle. “Knowing you, you’ve got something up your sleeve.”

“Not this time. No sleeves.” His laugh rumbled in his chest; next to his dirty whispers it was your second favorite sound. You still groaned at the lame joke.

“Seriously? No big, extravagant plans? Barbershop quartet serenade? Romantic picnic lunch?”

“Not a thing. I figured this time we just have a day doing nothing.” His eyes twinkled in that way that implied ‘nothing’ was more like ‘stay in bed’ and you weren’t in the least bit sad at the notion. But it did remind you of the gift you had for him too.

“I like your plan! Lemme get your gift first and then we can get to ‘nothing.’” You slid off of his lap and stretched a foot down to the floor; Steve lustly watched as you bent over to get into you purse.

“What’cha got there, doll?” You straightened up, only partially ruining his view of your ass, before you turned around with a small envelope. His brow furrowed. “What’s that?”

“Your gift silly!” You handed him the envelope, placing your then-empty hands on the bed and leaning in to kiss him. Steve didn’t even register the chaste kiss on his lips as the envelope floated down. “Do you like it?”

His eyes swept over your face, memorizing every beautiful, amazing nook and cranny as his gaze swept down your body. He pulled you back onto his lap cradling you so gently that it brought tears to your eyes. “Doll, I love it; I love YOU. So tell me everything about the doctor and when we go next.”

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metalchick19-blog · 5 years

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The Bowers Gang: Ship #8 - Belch Huggins

Request: I’m really tiny like REALLY. I’m 5’ feet (or 154cm I don’t know if the inches are correct). I’m redhead but not a true one because I dye them. I wear a lot of bands shirts or horror movies ones, and a lot of high waist skirts or dresses with belt and chains and a black hat all the time. My shoes are platforms from the new rock brand and sometimes I wear Santiag but it’s really rare. I always have a leather chocker around my neck with spikes on it. Peoples call me dog because of that but I don’t care because I feel good with it. I wear A TON of makeup (only because I love makeup so fucking much), and that’s usually black lipstick with red eyeshadow and eyeliner that’s all. I also have tattoos on my right tight and on my left arm. I literally can’t live without music and my favs bands are Aerosmith, Guns N’ Roses and Slash. That’s so basic I know, but I love them and I always want to dance and sing when I listen to their song, because they makes me feel so happy. I also love witchcraft and paranormal. I do believe so much in magic and ghosts and I love to walk around old abandonned places and talk about ghosts, aliens, demons ect, because for me it’s so fascinating and interesting. I’ve already played Ouija and it worked and I freaked out but loved it. Peoples think I’m a witch actually but I’m ok with that. I love watching horror movies so much, but I hate blood and gore, wich is pretty contradictory I know. I’m also scared easy even if I love all theses witchy/paranormal stuffs. Last thing is : I’m getting angry REALLY (too much) fast, and that’s a big problem because I have so many issues because of this. I do cry so much too because anger makes me cry and shake but I do love cuddles so much (not all the time but that feel good sometime to have someone who can give you hugs, that warm your heart). I do a lot of sex jokes too and my friends hates me for that but hey, it’s funny.

All the guys were attracted to you at some point, because they’re each turned on by different aspects of your style (Henry by your makeup, Patrick by your red hair, and Victor by your skirts/dresses)

But Belch (who knew he had to have you the second he saw just one of your epic band t-shirts) wound up coming out on top, because he’s the only member of The Bowers Gang with a proper respect for the greats

The greats being Axl Rose, Saul Hudson, and Steven Tyler

All the other guys might pretend to be metal-heads (because bad boy aesthetic), but Belch is the only one who legitimately deserves the title

Seriously - he’s never more confident than he is when he’s talking about his music obsessions (i.e. rock, metal, and the development of those genres), and you’re one of the very few people in the world who ever gets to see him like that

Belch dominates the floor talking-wise, and his entire body language changes; for just a few minutes, he seems to lose all pretense of being meek or uncertain

Aka: You get to meet confident Belch who knows what he’s talking about, and that’s a friggin’ miracle

You guys have insanely long, thorough debates as to which current bands should be considered “real” rock bands

These talks can last for hours at a time (because you’re both just passionate like that), and tend to take place around Belch’s kitchen bar

The two of you just sit on your stools (next to each other, like the adorable humans you are) and crack open beer after beer, completely losing track of time listening to each other’s rants

Usually neither of you notice how long you’ve been talking until the sun starts to set through the kitchen window - you’re just that into what one another is saying

Belch shows you his vinyl collection (over 500 records, all alphabetized)

This is great because 1.) that collection is Huggins’ pride and joy, which means you’re definitely his person if he wanted you to see it, and 2.) because everything sounds better on vinyl, and you never knew it until he showed you

You come over to Belch’s place almost every day after initially finding this out, because you need that ear-sex feeling of the music pulsing all around you (*Steven Tyler’s voice pulsing all around you* - definitely a mood)

... And Belch honestly loves it, because watching you dance around his bedroom is literally the highlight of his life

It was hard to get him to dance along with you the first few times you asked (he would just do a few awkward, timid movements before laughing and sitting down) but he now does it with you almost all the time

And when Huggins dances... he dances hard

We’re talking the robot, the sprinkler, everything

... Which you’ve explained to him are not moves that should be done when listening to death-metal, but he just keeps saying he “knows you love it,” and persists in doing those moves

... You do kind of love it, though

What can I say? You’ve led the man to his free spirit (and the world thanks you for doing so)

Belch also takes you to some well-known sites around town that are famous for tragedy (The Black Spot, the Ironworks Factory, etc.) so you can do paranormal investigations there

He actually almost took you to the Neibolt house once on Patrick’s suggestion, but decided to back out at the last minute because it was a Hockstetter idea

... Yeah, even Belch knows better than to trust Patrick with his physical well-being

Typically all the guys tag along for these paranormal activity trips though, because even though Belch wants to look tough for his girl, he doesn’t like the idea of scrapping with ghosties by himself

... It’s truly a hilarious sight to see

Ghost-hunting missions typically entail you and Patrick being at the front of the pack (you trying to “make contact” as Patrick actively fucks with your process) while the rest of the guys trail lazily behind you

Henry complains at least once every 3 minutes (”my fuckin’ legs hurt”/”why are we still out here” x10), Victor looks quietly at the scenery, and Belch just tries to look brave (but can’t hide how hard he’s listening to whether or not anything responds to your prompts - he’s silently praying nothing does)

Sometimes things do come through though, and it changes the atmosphere for everybody

... that is, everybody except for Patrick (who would refuse to believe in the occult even if he was levitated by Casper)

All arguing/off-handed banter comes to a stop, and the guys act way more on edge for the rest of the night

Typically involves a lot of mildly nervous looks around on Victor’s part, and flinching in response to loud noises on Henry’s - Belch is a combination of both

After close encounters like these, you all tend to walk back to the car in a much tighter group than before

Henry and Victor press in on the sides, and no one says a word

... Except for Patrick, who makes joke after joke about how big of pussies you all are, and challenges all demons in the near vicinity to fight him

He’s never been fought, but it sends you all into a frenzy of “shut up!” every time

All the guys love that they don’t have to change their regular movie aesthetic for you

Literally everything they ever watch is some type of horror, so you’ve never been more well-suited to a group of people

They don’t sit down and really watch things together very often, but they usually have a horror movie and/or violent TV show on to serve as background noise for their conversations (”Tales from the Crypt,” ”Friday the 13th” re-runs, etc.)

Regardless of whether or not you’re with the guys though, Belch always covers your eyes when he knows the next scene of the movie that you’re watching is about to be especially gory

...Seriously.

The dude physically covers your eyes.

He even flung himself across a room once (in front of the gang and everything) just to child-proof your vision before you could see the fish hook scene in “Hellraiser”

Mostly because he knows you don’t like gore, and he tends to remember when it’s about to happen at the very last second - it’s all our teddy bear can think to do to save your innocence

Now, bro - it’s totally fine that you have a temper

I can’t imagine where that would be less of a problem

Even though Belch tries hard to keep you feeling calm and collected (because he just cares about your inner peace), he’s low-key enthralled by the way you look when you’re angry

... And all the other guys just find it entertaining as hell, because they’ve never met a 5-foot powerhouse such as yourself

You get into arguments often, though.

...Often.

So often, in fact, that the guys eventually stopped letting you finish.

They tend to let you go back and forth with people you’re arguing with for a while, but if it becomes obvious that you’re not really going to fight the person, they eventually decide to move on with their day...

... at which point either Henry or Patrick will pull you away by your choker.

... Yes, by your choker. Like you’re a little dog.

Patrick did it first (”Come on, killer! We’ll find you some other crotch to bite later.” *Annoyingly satisfied Hockstetter cackle*), and Henry just followed suit afterwards.

It’s a thing now; you’ll have to accept that.

Belch gives you the best cuddles that have ever been cuddled

Seriously - because of your size, you can curl up on his gargantuan male body like a cat

Pick any cuddle position - you guys can cuddle it better than hibernating bear cubs

And you’re high-key cuter to watch, too, because your love for one another just rolls off of you both in waves

Just so wholesome, and so very adorable

Overall, you fit into the group well, and cultivate a refreshingly genuine connection with Belch

He gets to be who he really is with you, and that means more to him than anything

#henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #victor criss #The Bowers Gang #the bowers gang headcanons #it

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bbparker · 7 years

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Robot pt.2 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) is a girl who, due to her genetics, has the power to feel and hear everyone’s thoughts and feelings around her. In return for the surrounding teenagers being unable to control their emotions/thoughts, she decides to act as if her own does not exist. (Y/N) is called a robot by many of her peers but she’s far from emotionless, as a certain Peter Parker discovers at one of Tony Stark’s parties.

A/N: Uploading again lmao i’m just excited for this! Also, slight hint to a Bucky imagine that’s coming up!

Warnings: Some swears somewhere…

Words: 2,234

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// Masterlist //

A small silence ensued.

“O-oh sorry! I d-didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… you should smile more often.” When (y/n) didn’t respond just kept staring at him, Peter decided the to make a run for it from this now awkward moment. When Peter turned to walk away his arm was lightly grabbed. “Where are you going, Mr. Parker?”

“Oh, uh I was just going to leave because I was making you uncomfortable…” Lightly turning him towards her once more, (y/n) spoke with kindness in her voice for the first time in a long nine years.

“No, please. I meant no disrespect by not replying and I did not say you made me uncomfortable, Mr. Parker. I was simply shocked. Plus, we haven’t even ordered drinks.”

“O-oh okay uh…”

The bartender getting their orders of fizzy drink, him getting a coke and her a lemonade. The music and talking continued to thump around them. (Y/n) could see people dancing in different styles Nat and her mother being the most prominent and strange dancers. Her mother was attempting to do some form of belly dance and Nat, her mother’s best friend, was trying to grind on her at the same time.

There were worse dancers around, however, not as bad as Steve and Tony. (Y/n) was sure they didn’t have that move in the 40’s, judging by her uncle Steve’s face. Turning to Peter, (Y/n) saw that he was also people watching and she suddenly remembered their original conversational question that brought them over here.

“I believe you were about to tell me about this Spock character and my relation to him and his…?”

“Vernacular?” Peter smirked, sipping on his coke, (y/n) looked at him awkwardly from the side of her eyes. “…Yes.”

“Okay so, these films called Star Trek began in-”

For twenty minutes, Peter explained Star Trek and who Mr. Spock was along with the Vulcans culture. For those twenty minutes, (y/n) listened intently and asked questions. Indeed, she was interested in it and these Vulcans, they seemed to have somewhat similar problems to herself.

"This is… fascinating"

"You’re legit Mr. Spock, but female.“ Peter laughed throwing his arms out, ultimately spilling his drink on the lady behind him. Hearing a scream and realising his mistake, Peter began apologising. “Oh, my God, ma’am, I am so sorry!” “-asshole-!” “It was an accident!” The woman and Peter were interrupting each other, him apologising and her screaming at him.

Having enough of the woman’s screeches, (y/n) decided to finally step in; it was after all an accident. Once the woman caught sight of her eclipsing around Peter and her eyes began to widen in shock; anyone who was anyone at this party knew her relations and ties to the Avengers in addition to her abilities.

“Is there a dispute here that is of such emergency, that you feel the need to disrupt my hearing with your maddening vociferate?” The woman simply could not keep up with (Y/n), deciding to not say anything and leave quickly, not looking back. Peter’s mouth opened and closed multiple times looking and pointing between (y/n) and the lady. “You didn’t have to do that you know, I could have handled it.”

“Why because you’re Spider-Man? Yeah, you’re an infant here to these people.” She took a drink and hadn’t seemed to catch Peter’s open mouthed and small hurt look. “Yeah, well we can’t all be as perfect as you (y/n) … And how did you know I was Spider-man?” Finally looking at Peter she could see the little bit of hurt on his face and she wondered why she hadn’t detected it with her powers. (Y/n)’s lips turned down slightly in discomfort.

“I assure you, Mr. Parker, it was simply a fact I concluded of the behavioural kind, I meant no offense. Also, chances of you, a seventeen-year-old boy, knowing Tony Stark? Not likely.” Peter looked at her in confusion, “I analysed you and your mannerisms during your interaction with the lady… and other times…”

Blushing arising on his cheeks from the reminder. Quickly realising her mistake of mentioning she’d been keeping an eye on him, (y/n) moved on.

“Watch, I’ll show you. Now turn around and stop blushing like a tomato.” He laughed and felt the tension leave his body at her more casual tone. Turning around, he and (y/n) both had one arm on the bar each as they lean their backs against it. She had no shame in pointing at people and her first victim: an elderly lady who was wearing a large feathery hat.

“That is Madame Tueclue, pronounced two-clay and never tue-cole, as she so readily reminds me every time I haplessly run into her at events. She’s big in the fashion world but her every being wants to change careers to politics. Right now, she’s thinking about her next unfortunate target to apprehend with her new hobby of political conversation, probably Mr. and Mrs. Abrosh, New York’s mayor and leading lady.” Peter looked over to the balding man who had a very unimpressed woman on his arm.

“The Abrosh’s, though have outwardly good marriage, generally hold hate towards each other. Though the sake of money and careers hold them at each other’s side. Right now, she’s considering approaching that other gentleman who's being eying her all night and having her tenth… no, eleventh affair. Though let’s be honest Mr. Abrosh has probably been doing the same.”

Peter smiled at her conclusions, “so, what’s your point on all this?” “The fact is Peter, that the foolish and selfish people are steadily easier to read. Plus, their attitudes are just common amongst these people…”

He shook his head still not understanding. (Y/n) shook her head, facing the bar once more and ordering another drink. When the bartender left after giving her drink, (y/n) continuing the clarify.

“The point is Mr. Parker, if you want to be an Avenger, you must be able to do more than, excuse my language, ‘kick someone’s ass’. It's compromise and it’s knowing that you have more battles than ones involving the physical. These people have been fighting their whole lives in some cases, having grown up in these environments of pure competitiveness and status. AKA. Tony, who often handles a lot of the Avenger’s press work.”

She continued, failing to notice Peter’s discomfort.

“To these people, you have no status or identity here because nobody knows you’re a superhero, unlike the other Avengers whose identities are public. To these people, you are fresh meat to pick and taunt, for lack of another metaphor. Therefore, you appear an infant, stumbling his way through the social classes.”

“I’m waiting for the part where you say that it’s not meant to be offensive…” The frown on his face was apparent as Peter cringed slightly, the tone was cold but he knew it was just her normal self. “It is not offensive Mr. Parker, it’s the truth.”

"Can I ask you a question (y/n)?” Peter said suddenly and somewhat harshly, frustrated at her coldness.

“You just did.”

“-and you just told a joke…” A slight pause of just (y/n) blinking at him. “What’s your deal?”

“My deal, Mr. Parker?”

“Why are you so…distant, refuse to make friends at school? Why use your analysing skills to judge people rather than talking to them?”

What he didn’t know is that these weren’t analysing skills, the facts came directly from the people themselves.

“I assume you refer to my emotionless persona, do you not?”

“Well, yes. I mean you’re seventeen, yet you act like the worlds already destroyed you. That you know all there is to know about everything and everyone.” His slightly angry tone caused (y/n) to feel a bubble of anger stir within her. He didn’t understand, how could he? She might know about his alternate persona, but not everybody knew hers.

“You walk around with this look in your eye, that without even speaking, someone’s offended you. If someone approaches you, you instantly turn them back. You’ve barely talked to me and you’ve already made presumptions-” His tone showed frustration and somewhat hurt.

“But were they true?”

“That’s not the point! What-is-your-deal…?”

Peters' voice dropped off as he noticed a dangerous look in her eye- even with no expression, he could tell that the small act of kindness she’d show before was now blown n out of the water; he’d overstepped.

“If you must know, not all of us have the luck you do, Parker. Unlike you, I grew up in this environment, I know the stakes. I’ve been in this ‘superhero world’ much longer than you and know every possible outcome, friends aren’t always an option, especially when you have the abilities or have the family I do. I now believe this will be the end of our interactions now and in the future, Mr. Parker. Goodnight.”

Walking away gracefully with a tense figure. Cold, calculated and almost physically threatening anyone that attempts to approach her. (Y/n) hadn’t even realised that what she had been feeling wasn’t the result of someone else’s feelings. They were her own and the boy across her- she hadn’t felt his thoughts or feelings.

Peter stood frozen an incredulous look on his face, the feeling in his chest felt like it was eating him from the inside out. It was like her whole demeanor and speech had paused time. “Shit…" He finally managed, running a hand over his face as he turned back to the bar, hanging his head.

"Oh no, what did you say?” Bucky ruffled his neatly combed hair and Peter swatting him away. After fixing his hair he turned to Bucky, who was leaning over the bar to grab a beer. “I asked her why she was so cold and basically…”

“Why she had no friends?” Peter turned to the man next to him, “You were-” “I was listening.” His mouth in a large smile. “That’s like five levels of invading someone’s personal life!” Peter exclaimed, only to receive a smile in return. “She’s like that with everyone, you’ll just have to learn to get thicker skin and not take it so personally. She doesn’t mean any harm or offense.

"I know I go to school with her…” Peter played with his fingers as Bucky looked back at him while leaning on the bar, beer now in hand. “Then why do you look like she just punched you in the balls and then broke up with you?" Both parties slightly laughed.

"Look (y/n) has been through a lot, personally, and decided that this version of her is best for everyone. I don’t exactly agree but it’s her choice. I can’t even imagine growing up from day one in the center of the fights between good and bad. Especially when she’s like all the Avenger’s kid, she becomes a major target. (Y/n)’s seen a lot of bad things, the fact that she’s how she is some kind of miracle” Sipping on his beer, he saw Peter listening intently.

“W-what happened to her?”

“You see everyone in this room, there’s what, 200 to 250?”

Peter nodded enthusiastically, looking around and seeing some people pulling off quite embarrassing dancing moves. Cringing, Peter faces Bucky and tried to casually lean on the bar like him. Slipping a little, he settles for just sitting on the stool.

“Now, based on her parentage is she had one power what would you think it would be?” Peter thought hard and yet he spoke the first thought to his mind, mentally face palming afterward. “The ability to walk through solid objects?” A loud laugh washed through the air, Bucky clapping Peter on the back. Wiping his eyes after a solid ten minutes, he continued.

“No, but that would be a sight to see. Okay, imagine hearing and feeling every thought and emotion in the room.” Bucky was so casually that Peter wasn’t sure if he was kidding. Looking around Peter could only visualise the many thoughts racing through this room accompanied by bouts of emotion. When Peter caught sight of Mr. Abrosh eyeing a young girl hungrily, he cringed at what thoughts he imagined were going through the oily man’s head.

“Are…are you saying that she can hear and feel all of these people simultaneously?”

Bucky simply tipped his beer in Peters direction as a silent ‘yes’.

“Is there any way to block it or help her?”

“Easy, keeping your thoughts to yourself. Unfortunately, you can’t ask everyone in the world to do that. As for helping her, what do you think we’ve been trying for nine years. When (y/n)’s first thoughts from others started coming through, she was eight and she thought she was going crazy. Not exactly encouraging, but we tried everything from training her to taking magneto’s head gear and attempting to reverse it somehow. Nothing worked, we just seemed to amplify it.”

Peter let the silence drag on as his thoughts raced. How wrong he’d been to judge her harshly, when she was the only one who could truly see people for how they were. She wasn’t making assumptions at all, as Peter realised, his eyes widening. Peter believed he fucked up so badly that he wasn’t sure there was a way to rectify it; he was sure. Frowning for the millionth time since he arrived at this party, he turned to Bucky.

“How can I-” but Bucky had already left to socialise with Steve and wrap his arms around his girlfriend.