#invading him scared me shitless

[iamahunkofcheese]

this asshole. i hate him so much.

#lautrec of carim #lautrec #dark souls #i actually love him tbh #i kicked his annoying ass off the ledge in new game+ though #invading him scared me shitless #i want to dropkick him

[hannie-dul-set]

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS [3].

SYNOPSIS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. WARNINGS. mild terrorization, sunghoon has a mental breakdown, beomgyu thinks shoulders are inappropriate, swearing. WORD COUNT. 3.2k.

TAGLIST. @cerealdreamwriter @tyongff-ff @dinonuguaegi @certifiedmoa @blueberrgyuu0 @primantha @blu3bell4 @nunugget @hoshi-is-ult-bbg @captivq @tocupid @seosalad @ddazed-lhs @gyuszie @mifuyuyo @error-cant-function @twocupsofsuga @flowerbe0m @dangerousconnoisseurbanana

NOTE. i like to call this the sunghoon chapter. the rest of the boys will get their own chapters too in the future, pls tell me who your favorite boy is so far 😔.

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CHAPTER 3 — it takes a lemon related accident to get a man to talk.

TODAY IS THE DAY YOU FINALLY FIND OUT WHAT PARK SUNGHOON’S FUCKING DEAL IS. You can only go on for so long of nothing but ominous eye contact and two-worded conversations before you start considering manslaughter (three weeks). You’re going to make him tell you what his goddamned problem is within today even if he ends up punching you in the face (because he always looks like he’s on the brink of doing that, anyway).

The first step to this operation is observation. You have been discreetly watching him this past week, taking note of his daily routine and there are two notable things that you have discovered— one, he leaves his room every single day at three in the afternoon, and two, he returns home at nine in the evening. That’s enough information for you to work with. You have this thing in the bag.

Your next step is preparing for battle. By one in the afternoon, you’ve already showered, blow dried your hair, and dressed in the prettiest outfit you quickly pulled from your closet (a nice chiffon maxi skirt paired with a lacy camisole because nothing lowers a man’s guard better than bare shoulders). You even put on makeup today. If this plan ends up being a failure, you’re going to kill Sunghoon and then yourself.

“You look pretty today,” Jay informs you when you invade his room for the sole purpose of having an outfit check in front of his full-length mirror. “I mean, you’re always pretty. It’s just you’re even prettier today. Like when even though you always make rose tteokbokki for your friends everyday, for some reason the color is just a lot more vibrant this day and it looks extra delicious?”

“Thanks.” You give him a pat on the back and exit the room.

Right when you start climbing up the stairs back to the third floor, your two-forty five alarm goes off. Perfect. It’s all going according to plan. You position yourself in the small space between your room and his, leaning against the archway with a feigned air of nonchalance. 

The familiar click of a lock breaks the silence. You prepare to strike.

“Hey.”

It’s almost funny how Sunghoon immediately flinches at the sound of your voice, but you’re not here to laugh. You’re here to strike a conversation because for some reason, that’s completely impossible with the guy you’re currently staring down. He’s already recovered from the initial shock. You push through even though he’s scaring you shitless. “Can we talk for a sec?”

Apparently, you cannot talk for a sec because Sunghoon immediately starts walking, but you’ve foreseen this. You know he’d ignore you so you quickly kick your foot against the other side of the opening, barricading him inside this small corner with an outstretched leg. 

Bam!

“I asked if we could talk.”

You watch as his eyes fly open in shock, taking a step forward only to jump back from your rather aggressive obstruction. Your arms are crossed, waiting for him to finally open his fucking mouth and surrender. He’s got nowhere to run.

Or, so you thought. Because he does have a way to run, and that is under your leg when he slides underneath as if it’s a fucking limbo stick. It gets a little breezy under your skirt when he skids right by. What the fuck. Is the idea of having to talk to you really that abhorrent to him? Are you seriously considering chasing after him right now?”

“Hey, wait!”

Yes, you are.

Sunghoon is fast. He’s running and running down the hall, down the stairs to the second floor, and you’re right at his fucking heels. You’ve prepared endlessly for this day and you have no intentions on letting him slip away like a slimy lizard. However, you might have made some flagrant miscalculations with your physical abilities, because the moment you reach the bottom floor, Sunghoon is widening the gap, and you’re just about to hack out your lungs and die.

How much stamina does this bastard have? Heeseung emerges from Jake’s room the moment Sunghoon speeds by, and you just barely manage to hold onto the door for support before you give up and start panting. “What’s going on? Are you two playing tag?”

You collapse to the ground. This is too much cardio. “No, I’m trying to kill him,” you say in between bated breaths. “But nevermind, I can’t do this anymore. Can you help me up? I can’t feel my fucking legs.”

When you look up at Heeseung, you notice that he’s brought a brick form of Iron Man from your friend’s room, cradling the red and yellow figure to his chest as hesitant eyes stare down at you with flushed cheeks. “I—I can. I can help,” he chokes out.

“Then help me?”

He simply stares at the arm you have reached out, waiting in the air for his retrieval. You sigh, holding onto the door instead to pull yourself up. Honestly, you shouldn’t have expected anything. “Heeseung, are you mysophobic?”

“What? No, what makes you say that?” The fact that looks relieved that you gave up on him plucks on your irritation. “I love my gay friends.”

You blink. “Nevermind. Can you at least tell me where Sunghoon is going? He usually leaves the house at this time, so I’m curious. Do you have an idea?”

“Oh, he has work,” he answers. “Hoon has the afternoon shifts at The Lounge. I think he works all days on weekdays.”

The Lounge is a cafe near your university (not that you’ve been there. Overpriced ice coffee isn’t exactly within your weekly budget). It’s a little far from this neighborhood and as far as you can recall Sunghoon goes to a different uni for sports medicine, so you’re not sure why he’s working there out of all places. “Alright. Thanks.” You’re careful not to brush against Heeseung when you pass by. One day, you’ll be dealing with him and his suspected germ problem with you, but at the moment your plate is still full with a different problematic male.

You fish for your wallet and phone in your room before crawling back downstairs. However, just when you’re about to grab your sandals from the foyer, you’re stopped by Beomgyu blocking your path. He’s leaning against the wall, waving the PD&J in front of your face (Jay was onto something when he gave it that nickname). “Pay up,” he demands. All these men are stressing you out.

“Why?”

For the sake of maintaining an amicable relationship with your housemates, you surrendered your jar monopoly and agreed that you’d all be using the money for additional grocery budget. However, you do not understand why the fuck you have to pay up now.

“Indecent attire,” is Beomgyu’s justification.

“Beomgyu, my tits aren’t even out.”

He parrots your statement in an annoying voice and you desperately want to punch him. If he wants to pick a fight, he should at the very least hide his blushing and look you in the eye. Your battle armor is working a little too well. “Move. I have another bastard to chase down.” But you don’t have time for him. Goddamnit, you have more men to confront after you’re done with Sunghoon. You shove past Beomgyu and leave the house, on your way to The Lounge with an unshakeable determination to fuck Park Sunghoon up.

It takes you a good twenty minutes to arrive at The Lounge, but you don’t walk in the cafe immediately. Through the large front windows, you spot Sunghoon serving a tray of drinks to some customers behind the counter. Oh, so he can be a normal person if he wants to. He’s even smiling and shit (he has a pretty smile. Why doesn’t he smile at you like that). With a huff, you push open the entrance and bulldoze through the door, stomping up to the counter while planning out your order in your head.

“Welcome! How may I hel—” Sunghoon’s customer service smile glitches when he realizes it’s you. “—he-help you?”

“Hi! Can I have an iced americano without the ice?”

“I’m—I’m sorry?”

You give him the sweetest, honey-dipped stretch of the lips that you can muster. “Iced americano. No ice. Oh, and can you get rid of the espresso shot, too?” 

Sunghoon tries to clarify your order. You talk in circles until you finally settle with a glass of lemonade. This is the first time you’ve heard him talk this much which is honestly such a shame because he really does have a nice voice. Unfortunately, he goes mute around you unless his literal job actually requires him to communicate.

He scribbles your name onto the plastic cup and he asks if you don’t mind waiting. You settle on the table nearest to the counter because you want to keep stressing him out. He is. He has been very stressed from the moment you entered the store and it’s evident from how you hear a resounding swear from his workstation when he accidentally puts in too much lemon reserve in your cup and has to remake your drink.

You thought he’d finally gotten over his bad habit of staring, but you catch him flashing looks at you from time to time and at the moment— it’s rather prolonged. He’s looking at you so intently as he puts on the cup sleeve and calls out your name. You fear that you might have made a mistake because if there’s anything you know well about Sunghoon, it’s the fact that he has a very intense and very intimidating stare.

Like right now, as he continues staring when you get up from your seat to retrieve your drink. Seriously, what’s his fucking problem? You intend on staying here until the end of his shift and maybe corner him in the alley next to the cafe. You might be mildly afraid of him, but you’re not a pussy. You’re gonna settle this once and for all.

“Here’s your order.”

Sunghoon hands over your lemonade but for some reason, he doesn’t let go. You furrow your brows, pulling the cup towards you but it’s like his fingers are glued to the sleeve. He looks like he wants to say something, playing tug of war on your drink as he stalls, but you’re really getting annoyed now. A sharp tug on your end has the drink slipping out from both of your hands— painting a nice, yellow tinted splash all over the top that Beomgyu deemed indecent.

Now, it actually is indecent.

You’re speechless. Sunghoon’s face is flushed scarlet. Thank fucking god you ordered a cold drink.

Things weren’t supposed to go this way.

It’s not yet time for his break, but Sunghoon is already pacing back and forth in front of the breakroom, biting on his thumbnail as a mixture of anxiety and shame floods through his veins after royally screwing up. Fuck, he fucked up. He’s absolutely, absolutely, violently fucked himself in the ass and he has no idea how to salvage this.

He just wanted to apologize for sliding under your skirt earlier at the house, but the words wouldn’t jump out of his fucking mouth so he tried stalling and ended up giving you an unscheduled, lemon-flavored bath. His voice just stops working. It goes into total shutdown when he’s looking at you. It’s pathetic.

Normally, he can talk to people just fine. He gets into arguments with his sister over the phone on a daily basis. Hell, it’s even routinary for him to tell Jay to eat shit.

But something about pretty girls with equally pretty smiles makes it harder to string together sentences, okay?

And It’s not just a him problem. All of your house residents can’t talk to you normally, either, but he doesn’t want to stutter like a dumbass in front of you like Soobin and Heeseung hyung. Jake doesn’t count because he doesn’t even perceive you as a woman.

However because of that fear, he ends up not saying anything altogether. It’s hopeless. He’s as good as out of the running for the fucking bet they called (not that he thought he had a chance to win, anyway).

The breakroom door clicks open. He jitters on the spot.

“Sunghoon?”

Your head pops out from the crack in the door, your now clothed shoulder also peeking through. When you walk out, you’re now wearing the spare top he’s supposed to change into after his gym session later. Now that shirt is on you, and it isn’t helping his you-triggered state of emergency at all. “Thanks for the change of clothes.”

“I—I remade your drink.” For the second time. “Sorry about that.” Okay. You’re doing great, Sunghoon. You’re so cool, so awesome, and if you keep this up, you’ll be home free. You can do it.

You chase the straw with your lips. Why is he staring at your lips? “Sorry for spilling my drink all over me, or sorry about running away from me earlier like I had an infectious disease?”

He gulps. You’re really not making it easy for him to talk to you.

“Look, I think Heeseung acting as if I had cooties is enough of a constant attack to my pride. I might actually snap if you start avoiding me like the plague, too. Seriously.” Sunghoon remembers that he also twisted your arm at one point. He should add that to his list of apologies.

“Th—that wasn’t my intention. I was just afraid of running late.”

“Sure,” you scoff. “That doesn’t explain why the fuck you keep staring at me like you want me dead, though.” Looks like he has a lot more to apologize for. “Sunghoon, be honest. Do you have a problem with me? Like, have I done anything to offend you or something?”

“No, of course not!” he exclaims. “It’s just that—”

And like usual, his voice breaks down. Out of order, like a rundown machine. This is the fucking problem, it’s always the fucking problem, but he can’t just tell you that you make him feel nervous, can he? He can’t tell you that his vocal chords rupture when you’re around, making it impossible for him to talk, so he resorts to staring and staring and staring and hoping that if he stares long enough, you’ll somehow read his mind and get the idea of what he wants to say. 

That clearly hasn’t been working. In fact, it’s making things worse so he has to come clean and oh god, you’re gonna think he’s so lame and he’ll never live past this moment until the day he dies a miserable, lonely death. 

It’s the 21st century— why isn’t mindreading an freaking option yet? You look so genuinely upset that he can feel his heart clench up like an asshole. He should just rip his eyes out to repent.

“I’ll...try to stop staring, I’m sorry.”

“No, that’s not the problem, Sunghoon.” Your tone is filled with exasperation and he’s just driven further into guilt. “I have a feeling that you simply just have an unfortunate case of the resting bitch face, but you know what would help? If you actually say ‘hi’ instead of just ominously staring at me. That way I’d know you’re not preparing to throttle me.”

Is his blank expression really that bad? His brows furrow. He’s never gotten any bad feedback about his face before.

But here he goes again. Thinking his thoughts instead of speaking out loud. You let out a sigh and he feels infinitely worse, but he can’t keep stalling because he has to get back to work, and his co-worker is already giving him impatient looks, and he feels like talking is only making things worse. “Can you wait for a while? My shift isn’t over yet, but my break is in thirty minutes.”

“Yeah, sure. Sorry for disturbing you.”

While he’s making drinks and serving customers, Sunghoon makes sure to plot out his entire explanation speech so that you won’t think he’s entirely pathetic. But thirty minutes go by so quickly and the moment his break arrives and he’s pulling out the chair in front of you, all the paragraphs he’s carefully constructed disappear into nothing. Gone. Head absolutely empty save for the thought that this almost feels like a date. But this is not a date. This is a fucking interrogation.

“Say your piece.”

You don’t even give him a chance to prepare. You’re ruthless.

“Well—” So, he starts. He skips over the part that you make him nervous but that aside, he makes the confession that although he does find it difficult to talk to you due to a certain, specific, undisclosable reason (because you’re a girl and you’re pretty), he definitely isn’t plotting your murder, and Sunghoon’s cadence becomes slower, a lot more jagged when he notices the expression on your face. You’re smiling, but it’s not the pretty smiles you usually give him. This one feels a lot more ominous. Is this how you feel when he accidentally stares at you for too long? Should he be scared?

“—And that’s it, but why...why are you looking at me like that…?”

“It’s nothing.” It’s definitely not nothing. Sunghoon’s eyes follow your movement as you rise from your seat. “What kind of drinks do the rest of the guys like?”

“Jay likes americanos and Soobin hyung— wait.” He’s also up now. He doesn’t know he’s standing up, but he is. “You’re leaving already?”

“Do you want me to stay?”

At this point, you’re just doing this on purpose. What the fuck is he supposed to say to that? “Are we good…now?” hesitantly, he tries to make sure. Something is off and he knows it.

“Yeah. We’re good,” you hum, finishing up your lemonade and leaving it on the table. “See you at home. Oh wait, the drinks.” Sunghoon feels uneasy with this conclusion, but he wordlessly follows you to the counter anyway and takes your takeout orders. You’re just gonna go? Why aren’t you making fun of him for being a loser? Why are you just taking the drinks from him without mentioning anything? 

“Thanks. I’ll come by more often,” you tell him, and it just furthers his confusion. “I can also bring some of my friends so you can keep practicing how to talk to pretty girls. Oh, this latte is yours.”

Ah.

Of course.

There it is.

“Hoon?” You wave a hand in front of his eyes. “Sorry, am I making you nervous again?”

Sunghoon wants to die. 

“Can you just— can’t you just forget everything I told you?”

You shake your head and flash him a smile. The smile that always makes him stupid and nervous. Dammit, why do you have to be so pretty? Why must your smile be so pretty and erode his brain into mush? It doesn’t help when you reach out a hand to give him two soft pats on the cheek. It doesn’t help when the warmth of your touch lingers and burrows deep into his skin. “No way. Not when you’ve finally made so much progress! Let’s keep working on it, okay?” 

Sunghoon is finally able to breathe the moment you exit The Lounge, and he nearly collapses into the ground.

The misunderstanding between the both of you has been cleared up— at the cost of his pride and dignity (not that he has much of that in the first place). How the fuck is he supposed to face you after all of this, much less talk to you.

Words. What even are they?

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS. © hannie-dul-set.

#tomorrow x together x reader #enhypen x reader #txt x reader #enha x reader #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x reader #choi soobin x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #park sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon scenarios #lee heeseung x reader #park jongseong x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #tomorrow x together scenarios #txt scenarios #enhypen scenarios #enha scenarios

[symphonyofsilence]

Jin Ling & his Xiao Shushu appreciation, 'cause I don't see enough of it.

Remember that Jin Ling avoided LWJ like plague 'cause he was scared of him shitless, to the point that when WWX fake called Hanguang-Jun he ran without even looking back literally seconds after WWX pulled the same trick on him with JC 'cause he didn't want to risk looking back just in case it was actually HGJ, but he stood against Hanguang-Jun AND sect leader Lan when he thought they were invading his Xiao Shushu's room? Only Jiggy's own intervention made him back down.

& IDK maybe the reason Jin Ling was there at that time was that it was the family section. But since Fairy wasn't with him, maybe he was visiting his uncle. & I find it hard to imagine, like, say, WWX visiting Jiang Fengmian or Lan Sizhui visiting Zewu-Jun or the Lan brothers visiting Lan Qiren in the middle of the night in their private chambers unless something very important has happened. I think according to the standards of their time, they must have been very close for this visit to happen.

Running to Xiao Shushu 'cause JiuJiu is angry with him & adorably hiding behind him 'cause Xiao Shushu spoils him.

Defending Xiao Shushu and having a firm belief that whatever he says is for Jin Ling's own good even in the face of his cool uncle after the rush of winning a fight against a group of his all-time bullies.

Still using the affectionate term "Xiao Shushu"even when confronting him about why would he kill his father, begging him to "say something". Give him anything to make it a little bit less painful.

Jiggy wanting to comfort Jin Ling even when he's crying because he just realized that Jiggy has killed his father.

Jin Ling looking so hurt when Jiggy says that JGS didn't let him hold Jin Ling as though he can't imagine a world in which his uncle is not allowed to hold him. Not being allowed to hold JL being a notable part of JGY's villain origin story.

Jiggy pushing Jin Ling out of danger.

Jin Ling screaming for Jiggy to run even after Jiggy took him hostage. And all the other shit.

(It's worth mentioning that in the books, Jiggy doesn't push JL out of danger and JL still screams for him to run, and he still calls him uncle instead of Sect Leader as he does in the show. It's also worth mentioning that the show made some stunning choices in the Guaniyn temple scene regardimg JGY & JL. As half of the things I'm saying about that scene here only happened in the show.)

Jiggy looking so worried as Wen Ning goes towards JL even though he himself has lost an arm and is bleeding to death. And only looking relieved when Wen Ning holds the blade.

Jin Ling being scarred for life here. Oh my poor, poor baby.

With much difficulty, he coughed up some blood. Everyone present heard a crack that was abnormally clear and brutal.

A whimper of a last breath left Jin GuangYao's throat.

Jin Ling's shoulders shivered. He shut his eyes and covered his ears, too afraid to keep watching and listening.

And my favorite scene that emotionally crushed me: Jin Ling remembering when his uncle gave him little Fairy & mourning his uncle & becoming the hero of the nation who finally told Sect Leader Yao to kindly go fuck himself. 'Cause he told him that his uncle was not worth his tears. Jin Ling thinking that they wouldn't dare to tell him such bullshits if his uncle were still alive. Baby Jin Ling feeling so comfortable around the sect leader and the Chief Cultivator that he could break things beside his feet and scream at him, and his uncle just understanding that he needs to leave him alone at that moment, his Xiao Shushu being the only one who could comfort him and make him happy at that point, his Xiao Shushu giving him his spiritual dog & one of his rare actual, geniune smiles that was so warm & kind that Jin Ling remembers to that day, this happy memory being the one that Jin Ling remembers Jiggy with after all the things he learnt in the span of two days. Him acknowledging that Jiggy's love for him was geniune and real & still choosing to continiue to love his uncle despite everything. Him learning that he can't really resent JGY, WWX or WN 'cause though they gave him reasons for that, they also gave him reasons against that. They gave him reasons to love them. And why choose hate when you can...not choose that. Him breaking a cycle of hate that few of the adults of the story did not drown in. And it must mostly be Jiang Yanli's legacy, but it also proves that Jiang Cheng & Jin Guangyao, despite their own numerous issues did something right raising such a child. He feels so secure in their love. And he's right in that feeling.

#jin guangyao #meng yao #jgy #jin ling #jin rulan #the untamed #cql #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #chen qing ling #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mxtx #my two cents #cql meta #mdzs meta #xiao shushu rights

[maarriiii]

Simp (Part 2) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: Oh wow, thank you so much for all the love for the first chapter!!! It means a lot. Also, i have another fic called Happy (Sad) New Year if you’re interested in seeing. And another thing is that I might update this series weekly.

Summary: You might have a crush on Tommy’s cute tall friend with the glasses.

Pairing(s): CC!Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader, CC!Wilbur Soot x actor!reader.

Warning(s): None.

italics: streams

my masterlist :))

~~

After your Twitter interaction with TommyInnit, The same thing happened again, funnily enough, was with a friend of Tommy’s and fellow streamer. You recognized him from the first vlog you’ve watched of Tommy’s, the cute tall one with the glasses. Wilbur Soot was his name or at least that was what people called him. Again, your fans tagged you in various posts, moments caught from his stream. In one of those clips, he jokingly banged his fist on his desk.

“That was suppose to be me, chat! I like them first! It’s not fair. Tommy keeps rubbing it on my face.”

There was another one where he talked about when he first liked you.

“I found this soundtrack, right, chat. And it was from this movie. I searched it up, watched it and just immediately it became one of my favourite films. They played one of the characters in it and I found out they wrote a song from the soundtrack that coincidentally is my favourite.”

The thing that got you though was when he complimented your singing and writing in the song that you wrote. You remembered being scared shitless for that particular role for two reasons. One, you never sang in front of that many people before and it made you nervous. Two, although you loved writing songs—you have a journal filled with unfinished songs—you didn’t think you had the ability to write one that was vital to your character’s arc.

“They have a very good voice in my opinion, no, a great voice actually. And that specific song was quite relatable for me—I’m pouring my heart out here, chat, and here you are calling me a simp. Fine, go ahead, call me a simp. I don’t care. Maybe I am a simp. What about it, chat?”

You thought it was really sweet how he thinks of you and you couldn’t help the slight fluttering in your heart and the butterflies in your stomach when his fans tell him that he has a crush. Also his cute smile didn’t help at all with the sensation growing inside you. Honestly, you could just watch a video of him smiling over and over again.

For days, you keep thinking about him which was frustrating and exciting in some way. You felt like a teenager again, crushing on a boy that smiled at you in passing. You haven’t told anyone about it, knowing that everyone was going to tease you if they knew and would try to convince you to reach out to him. You wanted to, badly even, but life in the spotlight has its ups and downs. You don’t want the paparazzi to be crowding and violating this man’s private life just for the sole reason of trying to find out who you might be dating next.

You were scrolling down YouTube again, filling the time as you sat down in the hair and makeup trailer, when you came across a band. From experience, artists you found on YouTube most of the time was your cup of tea so you clicked on the video titled ‘Taunt’ by Lovejoy. The already enjoyable song got more enjoyable when you saw the familiar face that had been invading your mind. You eyes grew wide, your head no longer bopping, and finally that feeling in your heart returned.

“Don’t smile too much. I’m doing your powder.” One of the makeup artist spoke, moving a brush across your cheeks.

“Oh shit, sorry Sloane.” Yet, you smiled again as the video plays out.

Sloane smirked, looking at your phone screen. “Know one of ‘em? Is that why you’re smiling all of the sudden?”

“I know that tone.” You glared at the older woman beside you. “And yes, I do know one of them if you must know.”

“Which one?”

“The one with the glasses and the hat. The tall one.”

Sloane leaned closer. “He’s cute.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I can see why you’re into him.”

“I did not say that I like him.”

“You didn’t have to.” Sloane pointed the brush she was holding at your face. “Your smile already did.”

~~

When you realized Wilbur Soot have a band, the obvious choice was to go on a rabbit hole of listening to their entire discography. It took a few listens but their songs grew on you and eventually made their way into your various playlists—some grew annoyed listening to you repeating their songs. Now that you found a perfect opportunity to try and talk to Wilbur, the only thing that’s left was the execution. You didn’t want to make it too obvious that you’re trying to reach this guy. You could only imagine the article they would write about and you didn’t need to be ask about “a mystery guy” when doing press junkets later on.

“What are you scared of? You’re just posting about this band that you like. You’ve done it a million times.” You said, trying to calm yourself.

With one last inhale and exhale, you began typing. Your heart beating vigorously with each letter that you pressed. It was incredibly ridiculous how nervous you were. You kind of wished someone was there to give you some emotional support but alas you were alone in your trailer.

“Okay, that’s good enough, I think. Not too long, not too short. All that’s left to do is post it.”

Your thumb hovered over the button, still contemplating whether or not this was the right choice. Maybe you should’ve chosen the lowkey route. Just slide into his DM’s like many of your friends did. What if he doesn’t see it? What if he doesn’t interact with it the way his friend Tommy did? What if he turns out to be an absolute dick? The possibilities were endless.

When the waiting and the doing absolutely nothing began eating you out, you decided it’s now or never.

“Fuck it.” You closed your eyes, pressed the button and the deed was done.

#simp #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x you #wilbur mcyt #mcyt x reader #cc!wilbur

[lazycats-stuff]

Lucifer x short!male!reader

Summary: Fluff between Lucifer and the reader. I just need some fluff between Lucifer and the male reader. I need it today.

Warnings: None, shockingly for Lucifer fanfic.

(Y/N) sat down at their bed, fresh out of a bath, changed into some clean pajamas. He was drying his hair with his towel, getting ready for bed. Lucifer was talking to the Azazel. Their lover was angry, they were just about to go to bed and Lucifer is very serious about spending the evening with their lover. The only thing you could report to Lucifer at that time is if somebody invading Hell and that's it.

Everything else would have to wait until morning.

(Y/N) finished drying his hair and put the towel away. He moved to the balcony. He leaned on the railing, looking down at Hell. He was always in awe of this view. (Y/N) didn't know why, but it made him relaxed and at ease. He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling the soft breeze.

He still doesn't know how he fell for Lucifer or how Lucifer fell for him. It was on his first day here in Hell when Lucifer took him aside. He was scared shitless and thought about the torture and suffering he would go through until the end of time. But he was shocked when he got a room in the palace.

Then the dates began.

It was a soft opening as (Y/N) had called it. It started with walks around the palace, with Lucifer talking to him almost everyday when they had the time, they couldn't simply forget about ruling Hell because of one mortal.

And as the time went on, (Y/N) was slowly letting go of the fear he had. And as he was letting go of the fear he had, the love for Lucifer continued to grow. One day, he had confessed to Lucifer. That was one of the best moments of his afterlife. He received a soft kiss to his head, because he couldn't reach Lucifer's lips. Well, who would, Lucifer is a very tall person.

As the time went by, he moved to Lucifer's room. He liked being wrapped in Lucifer's arms. Some time later he befriended Mazikeen. He liked her skills and she liked his soft nature and kindness.

He smiled once he felt familiar arms wrapping around him.

" Everything okay my love? You didn't hear me calling you. "

" Everything is okay. I was just thinking about us. " (Y/N) said leaning back.

" What about us? "

" How we met, our dates... "

Lucifer hummed and turned (Y/N) around to face them. They leaned down and (Y/N) stood on his toes to meet Lucifer halfway. They kissed softly on the balcony.

" How did the meeting go? "

" It went well. Which is not something I would usually say when I am talking to Azazel. But enough about that, our cuddling was interrupted and we need to catch up on it. "

(Y/N) yelped when he was picked up by Lucifer as if he was a bride, but then giggled.

" It hasn't been that long Lucifer. "

Lucifer huffed and moved into the bedroom. Lucifer playfully threw (Y/N) on the soft bed with a smile. (Y/N) rolled to his left side and then got under the warm covers. Lucifer changed into their pajamas and laid beside (Y/N). They wrapped their arms around (Y/N) and nuzzled his hair, smelling the vanilla in his hair.

" Good night. " (Y/N) mumbled, already sleepy and pliant.

" Good night my love. " Lucifer gently kissed the back of (Y/N)'s hair and brought him closer, closing their eyes and falling asleep quickly.

#lucifer x male reader #gwendoline christie #the sandman x male reader #the sandman x y/n #the sandman netflix #dc comics #dc x male reader #lucifer morningstar x male reader

[wiltf]

rowan shouldn’t have been the one to find you, but he does.

careful with his movements now, while the glass makes that funky crackling noise under his shoes that would normally itched your brain just right. but the bottle in your hand, held against your head, has long since gone warm.

and you’re mad. sad. hurt, sore, scratchy throat and bottled rage and you want to scream all over again, yet you don’t know if you have it in you anymore. it all left you, all that real, raw feeling, when seven slammed the door behind him.

you’re an asshole and a shithead and the worst person in the world. voting no didn’t count for shit and you’ve lost your fucking other half.

so rowan walks in where he shouldn’t have. crouched down where seven would normally be. invading that space like on a whole other level. don’t open your eyes, don’t look at him, there’s mascara fucking up your tears and if you look, you’ll say.

nothing, really.

“jen, i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry.”

bite down that bile. that angry, broiling bile, that wants to tell him to shove his apology up his ass. grind your back teeth as you finally spare a look out the corner of your eye.

fuck, you think. my contacts. all messed up from all the eye rubbing you’ve been doing. somewhere in the back of your head now probably, just floating there. gotta fix that. gonna hurt in the morning.

maybe there’s something on your face, with how rowan settles now, rocking back on his feet until he’s landed, pulling his knees against his chest. still looking at you. can’t make out his face because you can’t see for shit, and seven had your spare contacts and glasses in his jacket, and he’s fucking gone, and you’re out here, crying your goddamn eyes out and—

breathe, girl, breathe. gotta treat yourself like a fucked up horse. in through the nose, out through the mouth.

“i—i just… it’ll work out, i know it will.” with the way he says it, it’s like he’s trying to convince himself. but he voted yes, and you voted no, so guess who threw his hat in the wrong ring. “we’ll get our shit together and smash out some new songs, revamp ourselves. relentless caller to—two point oh.”

“he chose that name. we need to rebrand.” god, you sound like shit. croaky and hoarse but it gets the message across. “can’t use his fucking name.”

“i mean… you came up with it too, right?”

something in the way rowan says that, like it is a harmless question. sure, hell, they both came up with the name. jennifer and seven, off to take over the goddamn world. scared shitless at sixteen by some telemarketer with perfect timing during a horror movie marathon. but it’s that niggling, itching thought. bubbling over. “kick him out the band, steal his name? was that the plan?”

“jen! you know that’s not true!” arguably, that shock was real. but you can’t see it, so who’s to say.

“could’a convinced me.” god, warm beer is gross. matches everything else about you. so much mascara on your hands. eugh.

“i am so sorry, seriously, i didn’t—we didn’t think he would take it that hard, i mean, he had to have known it was gonna happe—”

you don’t quite recall throwing the bottle, just seeing it shatter into a million pieces as it hits the brick fence. sway to your feet, and you are. a shithead. an asshole. a bitch and a liar. you are the worst person in the world but you stare down at rowan, in that moment, and sure. your heart was broken into more pieces than that bottle, and you’ve spent the last few hours going over it all in your head.

but,

“don’t. you fucking. dare.”

“hey, jen, come on—“

“no, rowan. don’t you dare say that shit to me. what we did to him? what we did to seven? i will never forgive myself for it. so you better take that back, and you better make this shit,” a point now, to the finger he’s sporting, with that goddamn logo staring up at you, “worthwhile. or i am done.”

because, as you turn, you remember. it’s the way it all came down, drowning out your ears. how they tried to convince you, really tried. how your voice appealed more, and how you were more palatable. seven was too hit and miss and people wanted you, not him. a mix of pleasantries and backhanded compliments.

the party stopped somewhere between the screaming and the crying. people had long since filtered out, and those who remained were sitting in awkward drunk silence. watching you, as you stumbled through, throwing back a red cup of something that burns all the way down. two — no, three — more beers.

you’re gonna drink and maybe litter on the way home. and cry and wail and sing at the goddamn top of your lungs. tempted to stand under his window with a boombox that you don’t have.

the beer tastes gross. you manage to rub one of your contacts back around. but your feet carry you home, because someone has to be sad and responsible. and your key clicks in place, no one else is home, but there’s that stupid keychain he bought you, and it’s his posters on your walls, and his shirt that you sleep in.

and you think you deserve this, this fucked up reality where you won’t be able to really ever leave it behind.

after all, you may have voted no. but you never considered walking at the first suggestion.

#infamous if #oc: jennifer lamb #c: rowan hart #post: fanfic #semi-charmed life played while i wrote this lmao

[eddiesmxse]

Savior - Eddie Munson x Reader pt2

Masterlist Pt1

Warnings || Cursing, mentions of drugs, mention of a dead character, slight bickering between the reader and a traumatized ™ eddie…lazily written s4 Plot (gonna have to look up the script anyway but don’t think it’s gonna be spot on hehehe), Not much happening this part unless I just keep writing and writing okay lemme stop. Enjoy! 🫶🏾

He wouldn’t stop shaking. He couldn’t stop shaking. Here he was, scared shitless with you, you a few meters away. Ready to give him a tight hug or a let him cry in your lap. This was so insane he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Hours ago you made the declaration of never tutoring or seeing him and although one of those he didn’t like … here you were. Wait. Why were you here? Why did you come to his trailer that late? And in your work uniform, which he noticed after sobbing his eyes out. The tight blue shirt with red sleeves hugging your chest and your black skinny jeans tight around your legs.

“Why were you there?” He questions quietly, lifting his head from your lap.

“Hm?” You mumble, looking up from the spot of the floor you were spacing out to.

“Why were you at my trailer?” He questioned again, sniffling and wiping his eyes so they were rid of tears.

“Oh uh- well I was coming to take back what I said. At lunch. I know we have our differences but everyone should be able to graduate, so I want to help tutor you” You give him a tight lipped smile, trying to be as nice as possible. You figured entertaining this conversation would keep him occupied but unfortunately you’ve used up a good amount of your nice points to comfort this man and you were starting to run out.

“Really? You’re gonna help me?” He says a little louder, sitting up straight. “No bullshitting?”

“Nope. None. I know you don’t wanna be in highschool anymore so of course I’ll help you. But that’s it, nothing else” You finish, crossing your arms and sitting back.

“Thank you, really it means a lot. Thank you.” He repeats himself, sitting back on the couch and crossing his feet, stretching his legs out.

“Are you feeling better?” You say softly, glancing over to him.

“A little” He mumbles weakly, picking at the skin of his fingernails. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine, just trying to figure out how I’m gonna get back to my car and back home before my mom starts calling around Hawkins like she’s crazy” You exasperated, standing up and rubbing your temples, closing your eyes for a second.

“Didn’t you have a Date?” Eddie speaks up again. First of all .. that was out of nowhere and second of all, what lie can you possibly tell to get him off your back. You definitely weren’t going to tell him the thought of him invaded your entire head and made you bail on the date. So you decided you weren’t going to lie but instead, avoid the question.

“Eddie I really think we should go to the cops. We both can’t stay here-”

“I’m not going to the cops Y/N. They’re going to blame me and I don’t want that. You can go. No one saw you.” He cuts you off, turning away from you a little. Feeling not so relaxed when you brought the police up.

“I can’t leave, my car is there and honestly I don’t want to go back to it- I’m a very curious person and I will most likely go into your trailer to see what happened so no” You huff, sitting back down and looking to him. “We’ll both wait here till I think of something.”

And you both waited. It’s about 2am and unfortunately you couldn’t think of a damn thing. Before you knew it, Eddie passed out from exhaustion. He had been crying for hours on end so you understood. You shortly crashed after him, body too tired from the 8-hour shift you worked and brain too fogged from the horror story eddie told. You’ll have to deal with your frantic mother later. You’re starting to realize this whole things is going to affect you too.

* .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ * .♡

“Max we need to find Eddie, now!” Dustin exclaims, getting up and heading towards his bedroom door.

“Wait! There’s something else” Max started, shifting from foot to foot. “When Eddie ran out of his trailer there was some girl standing outside, they hugged- well he fell into her but- that’s not the point, she drove off in Eddie’s van. she left her car”

“Wait lemme get this straight, Eddie had two girls over?” Dustin was very confused. Last he knew it Eddie had no game so for him to have Chrissy Cunningham over and someone else, something is totally wrong.

“No! She pulled up after Eddie got there I think. Like I dunno 10 minutes or so, she had one of the shirts the employee’s wear at the arcade” She adds, frowning when Dustin’s face lit up.

“Y/N! Wait- wait so if y/n was with Eddie- then she had to have gone back to get her car. Right!? Right so let’s go see if she knows where he is!” He rambles, grabbing his backpack and walking out his room.

“No! No her car is still there- she didn’t come back. She’s gotta be hiding with Eddie” following him out the room, she caught up to his side.

“Okay then that means we’re looking for two people how great-” He grumbles, thinking for a second and looking back to max with wide eyes. “Oh shit- oh shit oh shit shit shit” running out the house, dismissing his mom off, with a very confused and agitated max on his heels.

“What are you saying oh shit for?! Spit it out!!!” She yells, pulling dustin back by his backpack.

“If Eddie’s name is with the cops, so is y/n’s, her car is there! This is very bad, COME ON” He yells, running to his bike, max already taking off on her skateboard.

* .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ * .♡

You were getting tired of sitting around. Eddie was still asleep when you woke up and you were getting nervous. This was getting you nowhere and you were now positive your mom was going crazy. How the hell were you going to explain this? What even is there to explain?! Eddie’s story might be true but come on, no one in this dumbass town is going to believe that. And how was this happening again? First it was Nancy Wheeler’s best friend, Bob Newman who sometimes came and fixed the cameras in the arcade. Your fellow peers, who weren’t really your peers but it was still odd seeing “Remember us” poster’s around and annoying ass Jason Carver giving speeches at every recent pep rally. The saddest one, well sad for you…was possibly Chief Jim Hopper.

You used to help him around the precinct, not to fight crime or any of that bullshit but to help Flo with answering phones and such … in return get free donuts and attendance notes to get out of school. Hopper was a great man, he took you in after the tragic passing of your dad. Cared for you when your mother was to overcome by grief. You would be lying if you said you didn’t cry when you heard the news. Something just wasn’t right with Hawkins and you couldn’t wait for the day you got out of there. Now you could possibly leave Hawkins pretty soon … in the not-so-alive way. God you have got to find a way out of this.

You were too distracted by your thoughts to notice a groggy Eddie waking up and stretching. He was not too happy about sleeping on this busted ass couch. Not that his mattress is any better, but at least his bed had the perfect firmness he needed. He was having all kinds of kinks in his back. He groaning and exaggerated stretches caught your attention.

“Morning Eddie” You greet, turning to him slightly. “Feeling better?

“No. My back hurts and I just watched a girl die right in front of me” He says flatly, sitting up a little and rubbing the sleep out of his eye.

“I think I should go find some help. I could go get Dustin- or Mike!” You start, trying to think of some kind of plan instead of sitting around.

“Mike is in California and I’m pretty sure Dustin wouldn’t care where I was because he just saw me. He probably doesn’t even think I’m missing!” He exclaims, stand up and starting to pace.

“They probably think I’m crazy…they’re gonna hate me- they’re gonna pin this on me because I’m the fucking ‘freak of hawkin’s high’ … Eddie Munson goes off the rails killing Sweet Innocent cheerleader due to dungeons and dragons” He mega rambles, panicking- pacing faster after every sentence. He didn’t catch you getting up and flinched a little when he felt you grab his shoulders from pacing and turn him to you.

“Hey, you need to keep it together okay? I can’t have you freaking out on me. You’re right, they probably don’t know you’re missing but that’s a good thing, the cops don’t give out information, aka, suspects for cases until they’re certain you’re the guy. I can leave your van and start walking till I get to my friend’s house- she lives not too far from here and I can ask her for some hel-" You were cut off when you heard the gravel outside the house crack. Soon enough you started hearing voices and doors closing and you grabbed Eddie’s hand in an instant.

You dragged both of you out the back of the house and into the boat house a few yard behind the house.

“Think your plan’ll work out now? Hm?!” Eddie whisper shouts, terrified yet again.

“Just fucking- hide!” You slap his arm. You both look around like dumb idiots until you looked to the boat in the middle of the room. “Oh fuck it” You grimaces, Eddie getting in first and then helping you as fast as he could, throwing the tarp back over to cover you. Woah, you both really didn’t think this through because Eddie is very close and he is damn near laying on top of you. Fucking shit.

“I just don’t get why you think they could be here, it’s pretty obvious..” Steve states, walking closer to the door of the shed.

“If it’s obvious Steve, why are we here and not the cops? Hm?” Dustin quips back, sass lacing his tone. “Yknow im sick of you doubting me, it’s disheartening” He adds, opening the door and walking in.

“Im not doubting you doofus, it’s just- sometimes it’s okay to admit you’re wrong.” Steve finishes, holding the door for Robin and Max.

“Can you two shutup and stop with the bickering, we’ve got a task to do here” Max groans, starting to walk around the place looking for clues.

Okay this is exactly what you needed. Dustin was here! Steve and robin and Max who you don’t really know but you’ll be glad to meet her! If Eddie would fucking let you take the tarp off. As soon you heard their voices you wanted to jump out and hug your fave little freshman. Before you could you felt a tight squeeze on your wrist and your eyes landed on Eddie who had a hand up, holding a broken bottle. You were squinting as if You were saying “what the hell are you gonna do with that?” Because cmon, what could they possibly do to you guys. Other than help you. What didn’t help his paranoia was the fact Steve decided to poke the boat’s tarp. You could heard Dustin and Steve bickering again, every second the oar hit closer and closer to you and Eddie.

It all happened so damn fast. Eddie was jumping out the boat, pining a shaken steve to the wall with the broken bottle to his throat. Everyone were panicking, first for the jumpscare Eddie totally caused and the frantic pleas for him to not cut Steve’s throat they’re here to help!

“Eddie, calm down! They’re here for us! Just calm down” You reason, struggling to get out of the boat until max came over and helped. “Just put the bottle down and let Steve go alright?”

“Listen to Y/N, We’re cool! I swear on my mother!” Dustin promises, holding his hand out at Eddie. “Right guys?” You all agree in unison.

Eddie was shaking, glancing around the room. He was so conflicted because yes these were all familiar people but he is fucking terrified and the only person he could trust right now is you. Like yes unfortunately but he was certain you weren’t out to get him because one, you were there and two, you believed him. So after looking at you one more time for some reassurance he pushed Steve away. You immediately went up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder while he slightly stumbled back, sitting on the wooden table in there, staring at a blank spot.

Dustin slowly walked up to him, bending in front of him and glancing up at you sympathetically, looking back to Eddie, reaching to put down the hand that was still holding the broken bottle, nodding his head when Eddie flinched. “Okay, okay, we just wanna talk- we wanna know what happened” He says softly.

“See Eddie? It’s fine” You keep the tone dustin had, finally getting the bottle out of his grasp and putting it down, bending slightly next to Dustin. “Tell them like you told me”

“They won’t believe me” He sniffles, shaking his head and looking at you for a second. A sad, broken hint to his eyes.

“Try us” Max says, raising a brow and fixing the strap on her shoulder.

Eddie tears his eyes from yours, looking up at her and nodding, explaining to them the horrific, unbelievable story.

And that’s part 2! I hope you guys enjoyed. I have a lot of dialogue and I love dialogue bc I get to make Dustin and Steve do their bickering (one of my fave duos). You’ll learn more about the reader soon and I’ll be doing more for Eddie x reader in the next chapter, rn the plot kinda matters bc I want this fic to make sense to you guys, I’m loosely following st4 but I just hope I’m doing it right lol idk. But I’ll be starting up part 3 soon. Byeee

Taglist - @lily-sinclair-2006 @natashaashleymarvelromanoff @buckys2thicc

Creds to gif maker 🤍

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddiemunson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie stranger things #st4 #eddie x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson angst #eddiesmxse

[sparklingbluerose]

Axis Powers x Reader

You are...interesting. With the unknown control over fire, you seem to always have this charm which both draws them to you and scares them...

A/N: I'm back in this fandom, baby

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TW: None! Full crack, help.

Fem! (Y/N) 《Other Genders Will Also Be Made》

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North Italy

Sissy, Doitsu is watching you 👁👄👁

PLEASE you scare him so much. You're always engaged into this weird 'when will u die' persona and he hates it.

Always screams when you're around lmao–

But in all honesty, man adores you so much when you fight. You're England but fire and better. America agrees. LiKE, OMG did you just summon a fire butterfly!? Cool!

When you first said you were from another world, mans just flipped his shit and went like...

"Ve~? But..you look like you're from China!" 💀

Well YES Liyue is based off of China but like, ain't the same thing. Just similar.

He believes you though, really thinks Teyvat is cool.

Just a warning, no one will ever believe you if you guys end up actually dating. Literally no one. The innocent cute Italy, falling in love with the person scarier than Russia!? JOKE.

Until he kisses you in front of everyone. Germany is convinced he no longer needs protection.

Because when you're around, he'll be safe 24/7 lololol

And by the way, your ghosts need to stop picking on him. Like pls stop he'll get a heart attack damn.

"Hilichurl no oniisan ga byouki ni natta, Hilichurl no oniisan ga kanbyou shite~"

Italy and Japan.exe has stopped working. DO IT AGAIN DO IT AGAIN DO IT AGAI–

Loves it so much, man. Will literally cuddle you all day and get scolded for missing a world meeting. But hey, it was most likely worth it ❤️

Japan

He doesn't deserve your cuteness omg–

Will literally do anything for you, finds it comforting how you don't invade his personal space.

...Sometimes freaks out when you scare him, but he doesn't scream. Literally just makes an expression like "😰" then a few seconds later bitch be back to "😐"

THERE IS SERIOUSLY NO WINNING WITH HIM

Besides all the pranks, he actually has only seen you be so scary once. And he'll remember it forever.

"You guys are really trying to push on my buttons~ Hm? I'm aware that this will bring you consequences. I may be cute, someone harmless, but as of now...what if i...don't?"

Those words scared him shitless and never again will he EVER try to piss you off in any way possible.

Besides getting scared, seeing you kick ass with your cute ghosts and fire he literally looks at you like "🤩"

Man will probably write an anime or manga based off of you, most likely with the titles like..

"A Cute Girl Who Has Fire Powers Gets Isekai'd Into My World And I Fall In Love With Her!"

r/cringe

JUST KIDDING STILL LOVE U JAPAN

Since you're respectful around him though, he'll let you into hi personal space usually and let you hug him. Cute!

"Hey~ Japan? What's this book about? Hent–"

"Ah, (Y/N)-san. Wourd you like a demonstration?"

I'M SORRY I HAD TO I'M THE BIGGEST JAPAN SIMP 😭

Germany

"Zhat is enough, (Y/N). Back into the timeout bucket."

Treats you like a child(e)

Like please calm down sir, we get it, you're protective. But girl probably a lot stronger than you damn.

You ain't having any of it. Just...run away and have him chase you for 5 hours straight until he gets tired.

Though i guess he finds you cute. He "guess".

Lmao sir you fell in love anyway. I win this damn bet, give me my 100 yen or you P E R I S H

Dating Germany is probably the most hell you'd have. Though he's nice and all you wanna stop him waking you up for morning jogs like you ain't tryna get muscles–

Unless he invites your bestie Prussia then i guess maybe.

Ya'll legit have such an awkward clown relationship help

"So..hey! You saw those fireworks?~"

"Ja."

"..."

"..."

"Okay. Uh.."

"...💪🤡.."

Hates dealing with France but man, you're no normal girl. Like literally has no idea why you use the flowers he bought you as coffin decoration 😭

But don't worry, you guys'll get there soon. You just need a little more push. And for God's sake be more normal /j

Will definitely be the type to confiscate your spear if you suddenly set the kitchen in fire.

Lord Doitsu ain't having any of it today sry..

South Italy

Yay bonus character!

Used to hate you because you're too cute to be real /j

Everyone also freaked out when you said you were dating Romano like hello?? This april fools or sumn?

Spain teased him so bad the poor guy had to punch him in the face LMAO that was so uncalled for. Mans made you apologize instead becaude his just went no thanks–

"RAGAZZA WTF ARE YOU DOING?!" 🤡

"Oh Romano~ nothing, just decorating your house!" 😌

When you said decorating, well i mean decoration as his covering his house head to toe with coffins, skulls, and all the sort. He loves you but please...

This is too much for his heart to take–

When he saw you getting all serious all of a sudden though, he fell over his chair. Pretty sure EVERYONE did.

When you and Italy objected to America's idea in a World Meeting, ya'll went BERSERK 💀

Well, mostly you. But you get what i mean. Literally took out your Staff of Homa and pointed it at his neck. It'll be up to you to guess what he suggested that got you so pissed.

Anywaysssss– basically everyone + Belarus + Russia now knows not to mess around with you.

You could beat their ass and they'd blame it not on you..

But a damn pAinTiNG 🖼

Yes. A painting. Why in the name of God would they ever blame you knowing they already got the scare of their life?

So basically, Romano always makes sure to keep his distance when you aren't comfortable. He'd get obliterated into the 6th dimension lol

Have a long life with this handsome, loving dork ❤️

#hetalia #genshin impact #fanfic #crossover #country #idk why #i love u

[racointeur1]

YOU    DON’T     REMEMBER     WHO     YOU     WERE     BEFORE     THIS.      then     again,       have      you,      richard     tozier,       every     really    known     yourself     at     all?        somewhere     beneath     the      punchlines      &      the     impressions     that     never     really    shift    away    from     your     own     voice      lies      a      scared      little     boy,      and     you     don’t     know     if     that’s     a      new     version     of     yourself.      one     carefully     crafted    and     forced    upon     you     by     the     one    who    had     invaded    your     mind    &      resurfaced    memories     you     hadn’t    even     known     you     had.       ones     of     darkened     sewers      &      clowns    with     razor    sharp     teeth     &       a      group     of     kids     scared    just    as     shitless    as    you     were.      (      you    are!      you     still     fucking    are,     richie!     )        

when     you     think     too     hard     on     it,      you     come    to     the      conclusion    that     it     could    be    just    who    you’ve    always     been.       

RICHIE     TOZIER,       the     kid     with     a     mouth      that     worked     five    times     faster     than     his     brain,      shootin’      words    out    left    and     right     and     saying     damn     the     consequences.       

RICHIE     TOZIER,      the      kid     with     a     secret,     a     real     bad      secret.        one     the     clown     knew,       one     that       vecna     had     knew,      the     one      @wizardslays     knows     best     of     all.        

HE     KNOWS     YOU     INSIDE     AND    OUT,       just     like     they      do.        the     difference?        THAT     WAS     NEVER     SUPPOSED    TO     FUCKING     TERRIFY     YOU!

it     hadn’t     for     a      while.      ever     since     that     shift     from     friends    to     something     more,     that     week     in     california     that’s     engraved    into    your     memory     (     a    day    at     the     diner     now     tainted    by     vecna     ),       you     had     been      embracing     these     feelings.       even    if     it    was     only     will     who     knew.       you     didn’t     fucking     care.      he     made     you     feel     good.      safe.      secure.      sane.       everything    he     doesn’t     make     you     feel     right     now. 

warmth    has     been     replaced    by     something     colder.      it     should    be     expected,     right?      with      a     recovering     broken     arm      and     fucked    sight     now     completely    fucking    fucked,      you    were    bound    to    come    back     different.      when    you’re    around    will     now,     you    feel    fucking    sick.       you’re     suddenly     on     the    outskirts    of     castle    byers    all    over    again,     his    arms    around    you,      the    world    around    you    black    and    the     taste    of    salt    &    iron     heavy    on    your    tongue     as     you     scream     for    him     to      help     you,      do     fucking     anything     to     stop     the     pain     overtaking    you.        he     had     apologized,      and     it     had    made     your     blood    run     cold     the    second    you    were    aware    enough    to    realize    what    it    had    meant.      you     don’t    know    how    the    fuck     it’s    possible     for     that     asshole     to     still     have    a     hold     on     will.       thought    you’d    know     will     enough     to     realize    if    that     thing     had     never    really    detached,     but     you     hadn’t     fucking    known    then    either,    huh,     rich?      

you     didn’t     even     want    to     fucking    be     here.     in     fact,     when    your     mom     had     been    pretty     insistent    on    the    idea    of     you    staying    home   &     all     but    swearing    off    your    friends,      you    actually     wanted    to    fucking    listen    to    her!      that     stupid    goddamn     nagging     voice     at    the    back    of    your     mind      had     been     your     downfall.      this    isn’t    over,     and    as     much    as    you    hate    this,    as    fucking    afraid    as    you    are,     you’re     still     involved.      you     have     to     help     end      this,     and     that    means     facing     will     to     save     him     too    as     painful    as    it    is.       

the     cabin     feels     much     fucking     scarier     when     it’s     not    packed     with    the     entire    crew,      when     the    night’s    coming    to    a    close    and    everyone’s     tucked    away     in     their     respective    places.      it’s    just    you    and     will    on    hopper’s    couch,     reminiscent    to     that     thursday     night    in     california    when     some    horror    flick     had    been     playing    and     you    cared    more     about    fucking    with    william    than    the    movie    and    he    cared    more    about    kissing    you     than    anything    else.      the    thought    would’ve   made    you     smile    any    other    time,    made    you     crack    a     joke     and     grab    his    hand,      steal    a    quick    kiss    before    anyone    came    around.      

this    isn’t    california    though.      this    is    hawkins,     and     you    can’t    watch    a     horror    movie    when    you’re    living    one.     can’t    steal    a     glance    at     will     when    you    can’t    even    see.      can’t     reach    for    his    hand    when    the    very    thought    of     touching    him    makes    you    want    to    fucking    recoil.

the     silence    is     almost    deafening,      the    air     thick    and     heavy,     and    it’s    when     you    hear    will    shift    beside    you     that     you     stand.      “fuck,    i      need    to    call     my     mom    to    come    get    me    before    she    sends    a     fucking    search     party    after     me.”     voice    cuts     through     the     air,     and    you    go    to    make    a    move    until    you    realize    you    don’t    know    how    to    navigate   this    space    yet.     before    you    can    stop     it,     will’s     hand    is    taking    hold    of     you    and      the     beat    of    your    heart    picks    up.      you     know    he’s     looking    at     you,     that     feeling    is     in    your    fucking    bones.      “y’gonna    help    me    to    the    phone,     william?     can’t    just    stand    around    all     night.”

❝  please stay.  i don’t think i can be alone tonight.  ❞

OKAY,     you     want    to    say.      you     really    fucking     do.      it’s    on    the    tip    of    your    tongue,     a     desire    so    strong    you    could    choke    on     it.     when    ya     ask     all     nicely    like     that,     william,    my    dear,     how    could    i    ever    say     no?         IT’S     NOT     WILL.       not    all    of    the     time.      not    when     you     needed    him     most.      so,     you     swallow    down    that     desire    like    a    tough    fucking    pill     and     you    shake    your    head.     “my    mom’s    going     batshit    fucking    insane    over    me     right    now,     will.     you     know     that.      c’mon.     show    me    where    the    phone    is.”

#wizardslays #.⠀⠀*⠀⠀ ☀︎ ⠀⠀⁺ i do the best imitation of myself ‚ richard tozier . #.⠀⠀*⠀⠀ ☀︎ ⠀⠀⁺ weird but fucking beautiful ‚ wizardslays + will & richie . #i am so ill......... #ask to tag / #long post /

[glittertrail]

Lantern, Bonfire, Maize

lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?

introduced by a mutual acquaintance once on a train, they became my favorite part of our commutes the days of the week we took the same train, i think the first impression from both of us was 'oh someone that knows YouTubers!!' (circa like 2014 i wouldn't know anything about YouTubers now)

bonfire - describe your dream house.

done (twice lol)

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

the boy on the spectrum and scared me shitless this one time i was sitting in a bench on a residential neighborhood, i was sitting there bc i was panicking trying to write an adult-ish email and it had to be written right that second on my phone bc it had to go through before people in LatAm left the office for their lunch hour; he was around my age and sat very close and tried to pay me a compliment and i got spooked (not for what he said just the mere fact of having my personal space compromised so suddenly while he said it bc i hadn't registered 'person on the spectrum' i had registered 'person that is invading my personal space without consent')

an elderly lady that lived nearby and knew the boy (he lived in the neighborhood too ofc) saw me look panicked and gently introduced herself and led conversion with him for a sec while i was still too stunned to react in any way, she asked him to please do something for her and once he had gone to do that she apologized after him for scaring me and assured me he didn't mean any harm, which i'm sure is true, but yeah, i won't forget that encounter any time soon, hopefully they're both well

what about you?

#replies #nimfeach

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeSe16Bo/ I thought you'd like this, it has big g/t vibes and fits with the while giant alien obsession you have.-🔥

HSAJHDJSJD THIS IS BASICALLY A SPECIES SWAP IF JACOB WAS THE ONE PART CAT AND EDIX WAS JUST A DUDE WHO ONLY EARNED THIS TINY THING’S TRUST BECAUSE HE KEPT THROWING PIECES OF HAM AT IT UNTIL IT CAME CLOSE ENOUGH TO PET

also I was about to refute the fact I have a giant alien obsession before looking one tab on my desktop over and seeing an open Google Docs with the beginnings of a new giant alien story oops

#ask #anon #how dare u call me out like this in my own home #i actually have future fic chapter ideas that are a few roleswap AUs to throw those dumbasses into #like tiny humans trying to invade a planet full of giant cats #venandi still invading earth except THEYRE the tiny ones and basically act like cats regardless #jacob being a giant venandi and edix being a tiny human and jacob still being scared shitless of him because oh my god what the fuck is that #because human or cat edix truly does not give a fuck #and then one of them actually being the same size cuz! #idk! #i think it'd be cute having this still foot-taller-than-you alien curiously following jacob around in the woods because he still thinks he's #cute and dorky #this became very rant-y oops #also ye #new alien idea #anime based! #i was never a weeb so i hope i get the vibe right

[romanoffsbish]

Chapter 20: The Aftermath

Chapter 19 | Masterlist | Chapter 21 | Words: 1,720

No One's POV

As the next memory began to play in front of them, they see it's in a hallway at the tower.

Y/N's opening her door as she let's Bucky into her room. Then she briefly pauses, looking to see Wanda exiting the elevator. In that moment Wanda realizes that Y/N's known all along that she knew.

As the memory came to a close, the quinjet landed with a jolt, causing Y/N to groan in pain, while also releasing Wanda from her mind.

All three of them just stand there, in complete shock, feeling as if they just invaded the poor girls privacy. All three Avengers are displaced, feeling entirely similar, yet completely different emotions at what they've just witnessed.

The quinjet doors open to an anxious Maria Hill, and an angry—scared shitless—Fury.

SHIELD Medical agents move into action, gently moving Y/N over to a gurney and rolling her out.

Fury and Hill are ready to ask questions and demand answers, but they can see the shaken up looks on all their faces. So they move to follow Y/N, and leave them to process whatever it is they're processing.

Wanda collapses in on herself, Natasha's body numbingly walks off towards the medical wing, and Steve angrily takes off to God knows where.

Wanda's POV

I can't breathe...

Seeing everything from her toddlerhood, through her captive years, to now just broke me. In most of the memories we could feel her emotions—her happiness, her love, her fear, her grief—we felt it all.

Seeing the way Strucker treated her in comparison to how he treated Pietro and I was drastically different. Being with Hydra was never a walk in the park for us, but he coveted us, and treated us relatively well. He capitalized on our grief to keep us in line, and in turn he mocked her with hers.

Seeing the experiment process took me back to my own trauma. Feeling her mix of fear and grief as she watched her parents die took me back to when I watched mine die. Hers were brutally murdered directly in front of her, and mine were as well when you think about it.

The irony that I watched her father die is almost comical. The same man who, when you look at the bigger picture, is essentially at fault for my parents death, and I still sympathized with her. She was a beautiful little girl who lost everything in the blink of an eye, and yet here she still is, surviving and forgiving with all her heart.

Seeing the full picture leaves me feeling numb, and in the same turn—vengeful for her.

Tony's in for a world of hurt, because finding out he had a chance to save her, and chose to leave her in harms way. I know my blood's boiling, and I could feel Steve's anger as he disappeared. Natasha though, she was numb.

Steve's POV

I'm livid, so very much so. I've been lied to, completely left in the dark by all the people I trust. My best friend! He knew this whole time, and sure he's tried to steer me away from Tony's words, but still—he knew.

Natasha had the unfair advantage of being Fury's right hand, and knowing everything. I'm certain she would've done the exact same thing we all did if it hadn't have been for that.

Wanda eavesdropped and kept everything to herself. They're off the hook here on her end, but I'm livid with them from mine.

Tony took advantage of my loyalty to him to convince me that his little sister was a monster. The only monsters here are Hydra, him, and the rest of us that iced the girl out.

I never should've walked away back there, I am well aware of manipulation tactics, and I let Strucker get to me.

I'm currently headed to the garage to borrow a car, and I'm now headed back to the compound.

Natasha's POV

As I make my way towards the medical wing I can't stop replaying her memories. The intensity of her emotions shining through, and tearing my heart apart at the seams.

Hearing her crying as a child, the fear that grappled at her, merging into the feeling of the numbness she felt when she realized she was trapped and had no one left to save her.

To watch now as she does everything in her power to protect her brother, and to be considerate of all who live in the compound. When her brother deserves nothing more than an ass kicking, and the compound inhabitants a wake up call. She's too pure, and as mad as I was at her, I can't stay mad after seeing it all.

All I can do now is stand outside of the medical wing and wait to hear that she's okay.

"Agent Romanoff!" I hear Fury shout in my direction, but he quickly calms as he sees my broken expression.

"Fury." I whisper back, unable to really speak at the moment.

"What happened out there?" He questions softly, clearly desperate for answers, but also understanding of my complex emotions.

"I-I... Is she going to be okay?!" I deflect, unable to explain anything without knowing her current state.

"Yes. I promise you that much. Now, please, tell me what happened. You said she was ready."

"She was... This wasn't her fault in the slightest. I made a couple bad calls, and put too much faith in Rogers sir."

"Care to elaborate?"

"When all civilians were free'd, we transitioned into data collection. I decided we should split up to cover the ground quickest, and that was where I went wrong. I never should've left her alone, subjected to a potential Hydra attack. They trapped her and used technology to render her powers useless and knocked her comms out. After Rogers finished his section before me, he offered to try to find her. That was my second mistake, ever trusting him to take care of her and actually watch her six. He found her with Strucker, and allowed him saying something sketchy to her to finalize his lack of faith in her." I explain.

"I see. Where is Rogers?" He questions, with an eeriness to his tone.

"Honestly sir? I do not know, and I do not care in the slightest. He could go kick rocks for all I care." I growl out at the mention of his whereabouts.

"Well, Romanoff, that's all from you I guess. Y/N's still out, but she's also healing nicely in Cho's chamber. If you walk through the doors, Hill's on the other side. She'll take you to her. Thank you for bringing her back and not giving up on her."

"I would never sir." I reply before swiftly making my way through to Y/N, needing to see her for myself.

Steve's POV

I walked into the compound on a mission, a mission to find the man of the hour.

"Back so soon?" Stark says, completely oblivious to my targeted rage.

"You!" I seethe, turning towards him, and quickly slamming him into a wall nearby.

"Woah. Rogers. What's stuck up your ass?" He sputters out, trying to fight against my hold.

"How could you? That girl is in all circumstances here a victim! Never once was she a perpetrator of anything bad. She loves you with all of her heart, and has seemingly forgiven you countless times, just for you to reject her. Your father was albeit worthless, I'll give you that, but for you to treat her like that was her fault is beyond comprehension. Hydra killed your parents Tony, and Hydra kidnapped and abused your baby sister. They took her innocence, but somehow they didn't take her heart. I saw the love you had for her, while we were stuck in her memory spiral. What the hell happened to you? She's on an operating table, clinging to life right now, because you tricked me into thinking she was the enemy. I left her alone, in the hands of the enemy because you made me believe she was their mole." I shout at him, slamming into the wall each time I feel the anger in me rising.

I can't seem to understand his expression, and it doesn't seem likely I'll get a response, so I drop him to the ground and walk off.

Tony's POV

Steve just rammed me into a wall, and read me to filth... A reality check of sorts I guess.

I didn't mean for her to be clinging to life...

I do love Y/N, she's my baby sister, and at one point she meant the world to me.

I'd scoop her up into my arms, and rock her to sleep on days where mom was busy. I'd play dolls with her simply to see her smiling. I'd kiss her little boo boo's to make them 'better.'

I'm not sure when all the contempt for her even started, I just know it's all I can feel for her to keep from breaking down.

I couldn't save my mom, and that has killed me since she died. I was still so angry that my mom was ripped from my life, and blaming

Y/N made it easier. I eventually learned that my sister had been the target of Hydra, and so blame falling on her made the most sense.

I had a chance to save her eleven years ago, and I just left her there.

My mom was always firmly against grudges, and I somehow went the complete opposite way. I blamed a toddler for my father's inattentive nature when it came to me. I blamed a child for taking my mom from me.

I blamed Y/N for something she had no control over, and instead of making amends when given the chance, I instead got her nearly killed.

She's been nothing but peaceful since she's arrived, and gone out of her way to make everyone's life easier.

Hydra might've caused her suffering, but I'm the actual monster here.

I've become a lot like the person who I hated most—our dad, and she's taken after our mom—all forgiving.

For now, I'm going to continue to follow in our father's steps, and just run.

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@simpforflorencepugh1 @ali-lie

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[devotion]

shittin' it → t.h

summary: haunted houses aren't your thing and you regret ever stepping into one. but tom tries his best, eventually, to put your heart at ease.

warnings: making out, a bit steamy?, suggestive behaviour, swears here and there but all round fluff.

requested: yes

notes: i don't know how haunted houses work so let's just say you enter whenever you feel like it. @fallinfortom beta read the beginning 🖤 thank you, hun! x

word count: 1.5k+ | masterlist

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tagging along with tom and his fellow cast members for filming spider-man 3, in your mind, was the best plan your boyfriend had for you. and adding to that, obviously, by seeing this movie's secrets and revelations before the rest of the public possessed a thrill you thoroughly enjoyed. until the big surprise tom had said he arranged for you let slip out of your mind.

unfortunately.

probably everyone that knew you was aware of the fact that you hated ─ loathed even ─ horror movies. since many had asked you for a night out to the cinema to watch one. in which you always reasoned against them: why bother scaring yourself? it honestly didn't make any sense to you.

though, unknowingly being dragged to a warehouse, far too vast for your vision to perceive, was a total contrast to what was said as an 'evening at a restaurant'.

"where are we exactly, tom?" you questioned, walking alongside him to this yet-to-be-revealed building; zendaya and jacob in tow. when he gave you no answer, you glanced to your side and the look on his face was solely a pure smirk.

your jaw dropped as he took out a mask that appeared to be the infamous killer clown. you grimaced as you stared at it, the prospect of what was about to come dawned on you. realising this, after you gave him a slight push, you pulled him back to yourself, your head finding it's way into his neck as you whimpered.

"awh, babe," tom cooed, bringing his hand to stroke your hair, "you'll be fine. there's nothing to worry about. i've been here before and even i survived."

you looked at him, eyebrows raised and whilst mimicking the same stance he does when he's getting ready to punch someone, you said: "you call that being fine?"

tom's smug face dropped into a deadpan, "no, darling-"

"-don't call me anything. you're paying for this."

you felt a smack on your bum just as you try to walk a little faster than him, making you stop in your tracks whilst he rubs your ass a little more, "we'll see about that, babe."

you flare your nose in annoyance, pushing away the slightly inappropriate thoughts invading your mind at his actions.

fuck tom and his antics. fuck him.

your trail of thought was summoned not long after upon entering. and it was a giggling zendaya who took your hand to bring your hesitant self forward. then instantly, a scream emitted your lips as a baby doll's head popped out of the wall into your view. jacob bent over, cackling, at your reaction.

you sighed, a hand over your chest in an attempt to slow down your heartbeat. but to no avail. you were scared shitless already and in no way prepared for what was to come.

the room went dark all of a sudden as you stood against the wall, your friends' laughs coming to an abrupt end.

"now that's for laughing at me," you piped up.

of what you recognised was zendaya's voice, you heard, "nah, we knew that was happening. we're excited to show you what's next."

out of nowhere, your ears pick up the sound of an evil laugh - or dare you say, many evil laughs - all coming from every direction where you were standing. and all you can do is slap your hands over your ears and squeeze your eyes shut. but before you can even do that, torches are turned on and all of them are held by your wonderful friends.

another scream from you.

"for fuck's sake!" you shout, scurrying away from them into the nearest hallway.

bad idea.

it was dark. and in many places, there were led lights in the shape of eyes covering the wall. you felt a chill against your spine as you ventured further.

"you think we've gone too far?" tom asked jacob and zendaya, his gaze directed where you were heading, "it's only been 5 minutes."

"nope," was zendaya's abrupt response to that, fetching a mask that resembled the ghost from scream.

deciding it was best to look at the floor and focus on where you were going, you had found out that the same creepy eyes were on the floor too.

you breathed out. your mind chanted that they were indeed fake- fake- fake-

and yet you let out another high-pitched screech as you felt the presence of another figure close by, scaring them away. but all you did was glare at them when you felt no harm done, as they came towards you, realising that the owner of the mask was just tom.

immediately, he took it off as he noticed he was still wearing it. given that there was no way getting away from this hell hole, you put your arms around yourself in an effort to calm yourself, ignoring your boyfriend. you progressed onwards without him.

as soon as you've reached the door at the end of the passageway, you're pulled back into tom's embrace. though, you stiffened to show no emotion. but his hands began to massage the base of your back and he whispered, "sorry, baby."

you decided to lay your head onto his shoulders, giving up on being mad at him. obviously, not entirely.

tom went on to open the door, but paused as the two of you heard a chuckle from afar. you dismissed it quickly. then, he gestured his hand to signal that you get in first.

"nope. not this time, buddy," you spoke up, "ladies first doesn't work at all right now."

without thinking any further, you get ahold of tom's bicep and push him in the almost pitch-black room. with all the strength you owned to make that hefty man fucking move.

you didn't hear him say anything for a while until he finally informed that there was nothing to worry about there.

to convince you to come closer, he added, "honestly, hand on heart, last time we came here, nothing happened. it's just a little break from the beginning."

still uncertain and tentative, you step forward and you wait a few moments to wait for anything to pop out. and tom was right.

now registering that you were both alone, tom beamed at you. but you weren't having any of it. you might have been a little pissed at him for bringing you here.

you were already standing near a wall and because of this, tom had plans racing through his mind. he decided to draw nearer to you.

with him now within arm's reach, undeterred, you seized tom's hip with your thigh, bringing him closer to you and pressed him to the wall behind.

he felt like the wind got knocked out of him, and before he could think straight again, your lips met his. almost forcefully. he never knew how electrifying it felt for you to kiss him so deeply as you did.

even though you appreciated the fact that kissing tom stole away your worries, you swatted his hands away as they tried to find your waist. at this, he pulled back as he suppressed a moan at the dominance you were emanating.

tom panted as he tried to get out in clear words, "come on, y/n. please don't be like that."

the light in the room was still dim. so, when you caught sight of the two real spiders making it's way to tom's head, you knew you were in for a good treat. but because you picked up a few tricks from tom's acting, instead, you looked at him with batting eyelashes. and tom was losing it at how innocent you looked.

it was your turn to laugh as tom finally let out a gasp when he felt something tickling the back of his neck.

"shit!"

he was flailing his arms everywhere, almost tripped over nothing, and rolled on the floor whilst he tried to 'free' himself from the spider.

minutes later and reassured that there was nothing crawling in his shirt or boxers, tom came to you. he felt better now that you looked much at peace. except you had stitches from all the laughing.

"really not cool, love," tom said, sliding down next to you on the wall you leant on, "you know I have arachnopho-"

"-it was rather funny if you ask me," you intervene and send a smile his way.

tom pouted, in which you gave him a confused look in return because of how close he was becoming towards you. befote you knew it, his sudden grip on your shoulders forced you to the ground.

on the spur of the moment, you were lying on the cold floor, tom somehow already on his knees and inbetween your legs. you didn't know why you giggled as he started to come down, a mischievous smile playing on his face as he laid a hand on the wall for support in order to kiss you.

but he was interrupted as he shouted at the same time you screamed. near your head, a bloody hand had punched the wall in swift motion, startling you greatly.

the hand slowly retreated, and in place shortly after, zendaya's head appeared from the hole.

"go fuck afterwards, we're tryna have fun here."

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Chapter 6: You Are Family! I Love You

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“I wanted to tell you. Believe me, [Y/N]. I truly did.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I did not want to scare you.”

“You didn’t want to scare me?!” You scoffed. “I was scared shitless when I saw a man larger than me suddenly go rigid and move to my own will! Why didn’t you tell me that blood-bending was part of my powers, Raava?” You asked. Raava sighed.

“There is something I have to confess to you.” She said. You sighed.

“Oh great. Is it the fact that I can soul bend? Cause that would be great to know!” You shouted, your voice laced with sarcasm. Raava looked down. She knew that she had let you down and you had every right to be upset with her.

“The last person I made a contract with, I told her about the blood-bending. She became obsessed with the idea of bending others to their will by just their blood. She abused the power of blood-bending. She was going to bend the whole world to her will, so I had to stop her,” blue tears fell from Raava’s eyes. “I invaded her body. Her body and soul could not handle the immense power, and she shriveled up and died. Quite literally.” She looked at you. You shivered are this knowledge. “I didn’t want to tell you about the blood-bending right away. I feared you would be the same as she was. Power hungry. I wanted you to find out for yourself so that you would understand how powerful and how dangerous blood blending could be.” She explained. You looked at the spirit of light.

“This woman. What was her name?” You asked.

“Her name, was Hama.” Raava said. You sighed and looked down.

“I understand your reasoning for not telling me immediately about blood-bending,” you looked up at her again. “Is there anything else I should know?” You asked. Raava closed her eyes.

“There is one other thing,” she said and opened her eyes. “It is called The Avatar State. It is a state someone who is granted my powers enters when they are under a great deal of stress, their life is in danger or they are extremely emotional,” her eyes flashed white. White light invaded your line of vision. Then, you saw the figure of a person. It was you. Your eyes were glowing white. Pure white.

A ball of air circled around in your hands. Inside the ball of air were the other elements. Water, earth and fire. “In the Avatar State, you are at your most powerful, but you are also at your most vulnerable.” The voice of Raava cut through and the vision ended. “In the Avatar State, it is almost impossible for another person to reach you. You are in a complete state of rage and anger. If not mastered, the Avatar State can cause more harm than good.” Raava explained. You sighed.

“I-I’m not sure if I want that power.” You said. Raava smiled gently.

“The Avatar State is also the very thing that can save Ace. As well as Whitebeard.” Raava said. You looked at her. “If mastered correctly, then you will be able to use that power to save the two you love.” She said. You sighed.

“Can you teach me?” You asked. Raava smiled.

“In time. For now, I think it is best if you wake up. Your friends are waiting.” She said. And with that, Raava vanished.

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It had been a few days since the Marines attacked and [Y/N] blood-bended the Marine Captain. They stayed in their room, never coming out, thinking that they were dangerous. Ace sighed as he stared at your closed door.

“You’re worried about them as well, aren’t you?” A familiar voice asked. Ace looked behind him and saw Marco. Ace looked back at the closed door.

“How could I not be? They've stayed in there ever since it happened. The only time they comes out is to eat or use the bathroom. And even when they do eat, they don't eat with the rest of us like they used to.” He said. Marco sighed. He understood his friend’s pain. He to was worried about the person he had fallen in love with.

“The best thing we can do is give them some time. What happened was pretty scary. They told me that blood-bending is something that is very hard to achieve. Only the most skilled water users of their village were able to use and control blood bending.” Marco explained.

“Blood bending,” Ace murmured. He shivered. “Even the name gives me the chills!” He said. Marco smiled slightly. Ace then smiled. “Wait! I got it!” He shouted. Marco looked at him, confused.

“Hm? Got what?” He asked. Ace turned to face Marco.

“Why don’t we throw a party for [Y/N]! We can show them that we still love them even after what happened!” He shouted, excited. Marco put his finger to his chin in thought.

“Hmm. That could work.” He gasped as Ace got up in his face, smiling.

“It will work!” He shouted and ran off. Marco frowned.

“Where are you going?” Marco asked. Ace looked behind him, still running.

“I’m going to go talk to Pops about this!” He shouted. Marco sighed and shook his head. He walked over to your door and knocked.

“[Y/N]?”

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You opened your eyes as someone knocked.

“[Y/N]?” A familiar voice called out. Nozomu’s head perked up. “[Y/N], I’m coming in.” The person warned. The door opened and Marco stepped in. You sat up, taking Nozomu and placing her in your lap. For the first time since the incident, you looked at Marco.

“Can I help you, Marco?” You asked. Marco smiled.

“I just wanted to let you know that you should wear something nice tonight.” He said. You looked at him, confused.

“Why?” You asked. Marco smiled and winked.

“It’s a secret.” He said and walked out, closing the door behind him.

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An hour later, another knock resounded on your door. 

“Come in.” You called. Thatch walked in. He stopped, his breath was taken away by you. You wore a very nice outfit, an outfit you had bought with him when the crew had stopped at an island for supplies. You smiled at Thatch. “I heard there was a surprise for me?” You asked. Thatch snapped out of his trance and smiled. 

“There is,” he held out his arm. “May I escort you?” Thatch asked. You smiled and took his arm. Nozomu leapt from your bed onto your shoulder. Thatch lead you out of your room to the main deck. You gasped at what you saw. Rows of food were lined up near the railings. There were tons of lanterns that were lit, creating a lovely atmosphere. Marco and Ace walked up. 

“We wanted to show you that we still love you. Even if you have an ability like blood bending.” Ace said, smiling. Tears built up in your eyes and you smiled, brushing them away. Whitebeard smiled at you. 

“[Y/N], my dear. You are my child. And as your Pops, I promise to love you with everything I have, no matter who or what you are. Powers or no powers.” He said. Thatch took your hand. 

“Now, let’s get this party started!” He shouted. Music started playing and Thatch pulled your into a dance, one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand. You laughed as the two of you moved around the deck. Ace snuck in and stole you from Thatch. You laughed as Ace shot a funny face at Thatch. He stopped. You looked at him.

“There’s something I wanted to try, if that’s alright with you.” You said. Ace smiled. 

“What do you have in mind?” He asked. You whispered your idea in his ear. He smirked and nodded. You both bowed to each other and began your dance.

A crowd formed around you as you and Ace picked up the pace. You glanced around. 

“A-Ace, everyone’s watching.” You said nervously. Ace smiled at you. 

“Don’t worry about them. It’s just you and me right now.” He said. You blushed lightly and smiled at him, continuing the dance. As soon as the music stopped, Ace dipped you. The crowd erupted into cheers and clapping. You both stared into each other’s eyes, smiling and breathing hard. Ace pulled you up and brought you into a hug. 

“I love you.” He murmured. You heart skipped a beat. What did he mean by ‘I love you?’ Did he mean he loved you as a lover or did he mean as a friend? You decided not to think too hard on it and enjoy the moment. You buried your face in Ace’s neck, closing your eyes. 

“I-I love you to, Ace.” You whispered. You could feel Ace smiling a bit. This had been the best day of your life. But the worst was yet to come. In just a few hours after the party, Thatch’s life would be taken and it would be up to you to save him. 

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To Be Continued

Coming Up:

“Teach, please, it doesn’t have to end like this.”

“You traitor!”

“Shh, don’t talk. Save your strength,”

"T-Take care of Pops for me, [Y/N],”

“M-Make sure Ace and Marco stay out of trouble.”

“I love you.”

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//I hope you all like chapter six. 😁😁 If you have any ideas or if you have anything you would like to see, for example, a moment between Zoro and reader or a platonic moment between a character and reader, DM me or let me know down in the comments. Anywho, I hope you all are having an amazing day or night. Remember, you are all beautiful no matter who you are❤💕😘//

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I know I shouldn't try to compare shows against one another but, unlike Andrias, Lunaris was such a lackluster villain for season 2. I wasn't seriously worried over the family's safety since he never did follow through on his threats on the kids. And they tried too hard to force a conflict between him and Scrooge because Scrooge didn't have any personal stake in this whole thing or any previous history with him.

I can understand that mindset.

DuckTales & Amphibia are like apples and oranges, where both stories have a different atmosphere of intent, so I can totally get why you'd feel self-conscious about that, anon. However, there are indeed similarities between King Andrias & Lunaris, given they both took advantage of significant characters through Della & Marcy. What sets Andrias apart though from what Lunaris tried to accomplish with his own respective invasion is he hit Marcy where it hurt most. Andrias made her believe he could be trusted as an outlet to vent to, but completely used the girl's baggage as ammunition to emotionally crush Marcy, enjoying every second of seeing the kid suffer so hard.

Lunaris doesn't interact with Della again after manipulating her, which seriously is a severe waste of what could have been emotionally crushing for Della. Della trusted Lunaris and showed him a drawing of what she thought her kids looked like, too. Throwing the spotlight of conflict back to Scrooge takes away that chance for Della to shine more as a character frustrating me to no end. Why should Scrooge get the attention when Della was the one used by a freaking scumbag? Scrooge being at the forefront of DuckTales does present a glaring issue with the show. It doesn't always hinder the story, as it can deliver on some powerful stuff, as seen with Last Crash Of The Sunchaser & Secrets Of Castle McDuck on that regard, but it represents an underlying consistent issue that is no better made clear, than in Season 3.

Lunaris threatened Della's kids as a way to scare her into hiding, sure, I'll give him props there for that was a smart idea. Although, what prevents this guy from reaching the caliber Andrias has is he doesn't follow through with being an actual threat. Once Lunaris takes over the world he's all, "Aite, I'm gonna sit down on my ass and not do shit.", which is one of my biggest issues with Moonvasion. I just simply can't buy into how Lunaris managed to overthrow everyone with his troops. Like, how the actual fuck did his army even manage to outmatch some of the most skilled individuals in Duckburg Scrooge had at his disposal? Sure, there were a lot of Moonlanders, but its all about the quality of their skill not quantity. I'd argue they shouldn't have struggled as much as they did against Lunaris' troops, given they only had a bit of training to prepare for invading their Earth. Season 2's finale is simply ridiculous on that regard.

When Andrias revealed his true nature and quickly built an army I felt the terror he instilled from the get go. This dude has the strength, resources, and intelligence to get shit done, unlike Lunaris. Never mind the fact he is massive beyond belief, which this particular frame sells with a perfectly ominous tone. At that moment Anne was about to give him the Calamity Box I was scared shitless of what this guy was gonna put the main cast through on a traumatic level. One of the most important things you can do for selling a villain is making the viewer feel a sense of dread whenever they're simply on screen. They don't even have to necessarily do anything, either. Just their presence can be enough to make someone go, "Oh, damn. Things are about to get wild in the worst way possible for these heroes.", which Andrias totally accomplishes this idea with flying colors. Even DuckTales Season 1 understood this through showing Magica's looming dark presence around Lena and abusing her, too.

Andrias has a personal connection to each of this cast of characters, which is why his revelations of being evil totally make their anger, pain, and sadness feel so genuinely earned. We got to see time spent with them interacting around King Andrias for the first half of Season 2 and especially seeing the trust Marcy had in him, too. That's why Andrias' betrayal to each of one them is painful to watch because he hurt all of these people in the best way a villain can do, by throwing that optimism in their faces to brag about it. This man literally crushed Marcy's hopes and dreams laughing his ass off saying, "Whoops, looks like I spilled the tea, as you kids say!", rubbing the harsh truth in her face and everyone else's, as well.

Andrias is a prime example of how to write a villain. Lunaris is how you drop the ball with writing a big baddie for a show.

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Summer Nights.

Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Summary: Sweet summer nights paired with some free time with your cute boyfriend always seem to lead to something more.

WARNINGS!: Hand job, slight exhibitionism??

Category: Fluff / Smut

Word Count: 3k

A/N: It is summer time let me indulge in the classics,,

Just To Clarify:

You’re third years

This summer camp is by a river in a forest and not in the mountains

Though it’s not mentioned, summer camp lasts 7 days not 4

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Ragged breaths echoed in your ear as a toned body leaned back in your secure embrace,

wiggling as his sweaty palms gripped your forearms to stabilize himself.

“(Y-Y/N), wait..!” He gasped, mind filled with dirty thoughts and anticipation as your palms smoothed down his shirt covered belly, fingers tracing the outline of his abs as they inched their way towards the waistband of his black gym shorts with a noticeable bulge.

“Hmm? Why’s that, Izuku?” You drawled out, hot breath fanning over his sensitive ear, adoring the way a whimper slipped past his lips.

“B-because- guah..!”

You nipped at his ear lobe, nuzzling your nose against his hot neck.

“Be a good boy, use your words. Because what?” You purred, kissing down his nape, licking a trail to his sweet spot, latching on and lathering it in attention that had shivers falling down his body, head flopping to the side to give you more room to do as you pleased as if you didn’t have enough room already.

You had barely even begun and yet here he was, sounding wrecked and sporting a cute wet spot on his shorts. The sight of it made you lick your lips, how adorable.

It was strange how this all began, neither of you quite expecting alone time to relax together to take such a lewd turn so quickly, but it was clear neither of you were complaining. In fact, it seemed more like the two of you were wishing for it to happen.

The fourth day of summer camp down by the river during your third year at U.A was coming to a close, hot, blistering day turning into a cool, relaxing night.

Most students were exhausted after such a strenuous day working on their quirks yet again. Some even went straight to bed after dinner was finished and cleaned up, but some, like you, werent tired at all.

It wasn’t that the few left hadn’t worked hard, in fact, some could say that out of the seven of you still sitting around the campfire, three had worked the hardest out of everyone in the class.

But yet, they were still filled with joy, laughter filling the air as crickets chirped all around, the scent of warm vanilla in the air as you all made ‘smores with the crackling heat in front of you.

Ghost stories were passed around, some scary and some eccentric, but each and every one told brought a reaction out of the people who listened to it.

Your hand clutched a much larger and rougher one, warm, scarred fingers encasing your own as you leaned against your curly, green-haired boyfriend who looked scared shitless.

“They’re just stories,” you had whispered in his ear, your words comforting him ever so slightly.

“Scary ones..” he sighed out, never one to be too good at handling anything remotely scary, fictional or not.

“Mmm.. we could go somewhere else?” though you were having fun surrounded by your close friends, the thought of being alone with your sweet boyfriend lit up your soul better than anyone else ever could. After all, who wouldnt want to spend some alone time with their darling after a day of being apart?

Unlike the camp two years ago, this one didnt have any strict regulations. Be in your cabin by midnight, and wake up when the siren goes off.

Simple enough, right? Perhaps it was the fact that it was the last summer camp of highschool that granted students more freedom, no one really knew, and no one was complaining at all.

Villains were out of your mind, fear replaced by fun, relaxation, and throwing up from working too hard and not hydrating enough as the sun beat down on you.

Finding his answer in the shifting of his green eyes lit up by the fire, still far too shy to admit he would love to go somewhere else, you stood up, pulling him with you. “We’re going to head out now. You guys have a good time!”

As you left, you could hear the onslaught of whispers and snickers behind you, no doubt gossiping about what you were leaving for.

But who really cared? Certainly not you, and not your boyfriend either.

No, he was too entranced with that loveable look in your eyes as you gazed up at him to even notice.

Dots of yellow flew around you, glowing brightly just for a split moment before disappearing, fireflies.

The bugs that shone like stars twinkling in the night sky.

Hair messy and heads filled with dreams, the two of you ran around, giggling like little children as a silent game of tag went on between the two of you the deeper you went into the woods surrounding the camp.

There were no security cameras, no lights, no technology for miles.

A way to keep villains off your tracks.

And it was working well enough so far, and it allowed everyone to be themselves in ways previously not allowed.

For you and Izuku, that meant being together in a simple way, basking in each other’s presence as your legs ran faster and faster through the woods, grass whipping against bare ankles as you narrowly avoided running into a tree.

Heavy breaths fell from you as you squealed whenever he would almost touch you, determined to stand your ground as long as possible before the inevitability of being ‘it’ came into play and you had to chase the speedy ball of energy with a mop of green, bouncing curls.

But you were foolish to think you could ever last so long, for before you knew it, you were being tackled to the ground by your sweaty boyfriend, his arms protecting you from a heavy fall as you both tumbled to the grassy ground, rolling down a small hill together before coming to a stop.

Propping himself up on his forearms, his bright eyes bore into your own, noses brushing as you both took a moment to catch your breaths, stray giggles mingling together.

Fireflies flew up from the ground, seemingly circling around the two of you if just for one magical moment, encasing the two of you in a warm glow that outshined the full moons own silvery one trickling through tree leaves.

You were completely and utterly in love with this freckled man above you who smiled victoriously, and you couldnt help but show it by leaning up, placing a kiss onto his cheek, feeling him go still as his face heated up.

This only led to you peppering his face in kisses, teasing him just to see his face scrunch up in frustration until he whined for a kiss on the lips, to which you eagerly gave him. With each kiss, heat passed between the two of you on that soft, grassy forest floor, your arms wrapping around his neck, his hands pulling you closer as your tongues intertwined.

Wet smacks echoed in the back of your mind as your lips continuously met, the sweetness of marshmallow and chocolate flooding your tastebuds, leaving you desiring more and more.

A small moan in the back of his throat was what set that night off, starting with you threading your fingers in his hair, pulling at his locks just to hear him moan once more, his hips pressing into yours instinctively, which is what lead you both to where you were now. Your back pressed against a locked bathroom's metal stall door, and your boyfriend back pressed against your chest as crickets drowned out any outside noises from the campers not too far away.

“B-because..” it seemed like his argument was dying on his tongue, your thumbs circling over his hips catching all of his attention despite the teeth nibbling on his skin, “i-it’s.. wrong..”

He audibly gulped when your fingers passed over the tops of his thighs, knee wedging in between his perfectly toned, tanned legs just to spread them wide open, giving him something to just barely grind against, much to his internal frustration, as you traced his inner thigh, teasing him enough for his hips to jerk the moment your touch went too close to his twitching boner.

You knew he liked this.

You knew he adored the prospect of being caught.

He was such a perv at times, desiring the kinkiest of things in wrong and right places, but you couldnt help but love that side of him as much as you loved him shy and sweet side. Afterall, he was still your baby boy, and that would never change, no matter what.

“Don’t you think it would be even more wrong to go back to your cabin sporting an erection for all those awake to see?” you questioned innocently, popping wetly off his neck just to gauge his reaction.

His spit-slicked red lips pressed into a wobbly thin line, slowly shaking his head up and down.

“Why don’t you let me help you out, love?” you kissed his cheek, humming lightly to calm his nerves.

He always was a nervous boy when it came to these things, even if he liked it and even if you had helped him out multiple times throughout the two years you’d been together. 

“Please..” he pleaded, voice just barely breaking through the air as his eyes squeezed closed.

“Hm? What was that?” though you had heard his response, you wanted him to speak louder, to gain that fraction of confidence, to understand he didnt have to be so shy, not around you.

“Please.. (Y/N).. please help me..” he whimpered, hips shimmying, grinding down onto your thigh, hesitant eyes fluttering open to gaze into your own (E/C) ones, seeking encouragement, something you were all too willing to give in the form of a reassuring kiss on the lips.

He immediately fell into the rhythm of your lips meeting hotly with his again, helping him relax against you.

Your tongue invaded his hot mouth once more, running along the side of his own before exploring every crevice, brushing against spots that made his breath hitch in the back of his throat, causing him to desperately lean in for more.

A loud gasp tore from his throat as you grabbed the waistband of his shorts again, yanking them down so that his large member could be freed, slapping up against his tummy as you stared down in awe. He pulled away from your mouth, a string of saliva momentarily connecting your tongues, hissing as the cool night air hit his heated flesh.

It was embarrassing for him to see just how hard he had got in such a short amount of time, and from kisses alone no less.

But he had no time to be embarrassed or ashamed. After you lowered your leg, removing that sweet friction, your hand was quick to wrap around his thick shaft, eliciting a soft groan from him at such intimate contact.

His tip was already flushed red and oozing with precum, a bead of it trailing down his throbbing cock.

“Mm~ Already so hard for me,” your thumb ran up the underside of his dick, collecting that drip of precum, “my good boy.” you praised, eyes sparkling with excitement as his thighs twitched at being called such a name.

Your voice always had such an effect on him, only bringing out a more dominant side of yourself whenever you got to witness it, which was quite often.

You chewed at your lips as you thought of all the fun you could have with your sweet boyfriend, an action that his ever-observant green gaze picked up and made his dick twitch in anticipation for what was surely to come.

You always left him guessing.

He adored that.

Never being able to read you just right. Never being able to predict your actions, you were an enigma in these moments, and he wasnt afraid to admit that it was a huge turn on.

Slowly, your hand began to glide up and down his hardened member, careful to avoid stimulating his glans or going too fast, wanting to drag this out until he was begging for more.

He always did.

And it was always such a joy to listen to.

His hands pressed against the walls on both sides of you, unsure of where else to put them as he breathed heavily, eyes closing as he let himself bask in the pleasure your touch brought him, despite it being too slow for his current liking.

His hair tickled the skin of your neck as his head rested back on your shoulder, his jaw slack, eyebrows pinched with concentration, pants and small whimpers right next to your eagerly awaiting ear.

He was always so cute, it was hard not to flush as his hips jerk with every few pumps, subconsciously begging you to go faster without the words falling from his parted lips.

You complied with a smile, speeding up just enough to rip a stuttered moan from deep in his chest, body squirming against you at the sudden change in pace, the wet squelch of excessive precum coating your hand as it traveled up and down his length echoing in the bathroom.

“A-ahh.. hahh.. f-feels.. feels s-so nngh.. so nice..” he spoke breathlessly, as honest as always.

It filled you with glee to know you were doing well at pleasuring your man, even sparking that fire of cockiness deep within you.

“Is that so, darling?” Though it was more of a question to be left unanswered, he replied automatically, “Y-Ye- ah! H-hah! Oh! Mmmng! Ooohhh, fuck!” only for your pace to increase tenfold, twisting your hand up and down his length, fingers brushing over his leaking tip, making his hips jut forward for a mere second.

Though the thought of teasing him until he was weeping sparked your interest, you knew you had to be asleep soon, and honestly, it didnt hurt to spoil the man you loved rotten every once in a while, right?

With a clear mindset, you freely let him thrust his hips into your hand, matching the pace he was setting himself as his loud moans bounced off the pristine, white cinderblock walls, making it seem like he was much louder than he actually was, but only fueling the heal swirling in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re such a good boy for me.” you mumbled, eyes trained on his cock fucking into your hand like the horny teen he was, his arms falling down to grip at your shirt, body hunching forward as you only sped your pace up.

“G-g-od! Ah! O-oh f-fuck! A-ahhnn… g-ghhuwaahh! (Y/N)! P-princess..! H-hah-hah..! M-more..! More ple- hahh.. please!” he begged you, back arched yet head thrown blissfully back as moans flowed from his mouth like prayers, cheeks burning and thighs spreading even wider to let you move as freely as you wanted, not caring how loud or exposed he was.

He loved exposing himself completely to you.

He didnt even care that he was so turned on and leaking so much that his precum dripped messily onto the floor, all he cared about was you.

You.

You.

You.

Your scent.

Your touch.

Your voice.

Your breath.

You, solely you.

You always had his attention.

He was in a constant state of euphoria whenever around you, intoxication muddling his thoughts whenever he smelled your sweet scent.

“Please..!” he gasped, tummy and thighs tightening up in that familiar way they always did before his orgasm took control over his body.

Eager to oblige to his request, your other hand finally joined the party, using your palm to circle around his bulbous head best you could.

Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.

He screamed out in ecstasy, green sparks cascading around his body as his hips thrust forwards at an inhuman pace, fucking your hand that felt so good and small wrapped around him, desperate to cum, to take as much as he could while you still let him.

“My sweet baby.. You’re doing so good~ you’re so close, arent you..”

You spoke out, being met with moans that got louder and more high-pitched with each passing second, no doubt loud enough to breach the thin barrier of protection around this bath house, seeping out into the woods surrounding it.

“S-so good! So good! G-gahh.!

Ah!

 So! So! G-good! 

Fuck..! 

F-fuck!

Fuck~! 

Oh, fuck!” he chanted, broken words stuttered by his own moans of pleasure, drool dribbling down the corner of his mouth as his tongue flopped out, dripping onto the exposed skin of your neck, but you were too focused on the way he cutely got himself off with your hands alone.

He was such a big boy, you couldnt even fully wrap your fingers around him, and you knew that only made him hornier each time he noticed it.

“Aaah! (Y/N)! (Y-Y/N)! I-i! Mmghnmn! Ahh-ahh! I’m g-gonna!!” 

“Cum for me, Izuku.”

The second you allowed him two, his back was arching, body stilling as a silent scream flew from his vocal chords, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

A heavenly moan, louder than the ones youve heard all night, thrashed its way from his throat, shaking your very soul as thick ropes of thick, hot cum spurted from the tip of his flushed cock, spilling into the toilet you had aimed him for below, hand continuously pumping him to milk him dry, the last bit of cum falling onto your fingers wrapped below his head.

His body relaxed, slumping against you as he fought to control his breath from such a mind-numbing orgasm.

Pleased at his performance, you sweetly kissed his temple, nuzzling your cheek against his sweaty head as he slowly calmed down.

“Thank you…” he wheezed out, voice cracking as his eyes opened just barely to look over at you, a small smile on his plump lips.

“Of course.” You’d do anything for the man who lit up your life like the stars in the sky, but that’s not to say he wouldnt do the same. Before you knew it, he was on his knees and eager to please.

Who were you to say no?

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