#it's been 30 days i guess so I gotta hide it again

[burger-goblin]

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#ok. this tumblr live thing #it's been 30 days i guess so I gotta hide it again #but. before i had a chance to‚ i accidentally tapped one and it was literally just a guy taking a shower #just a naked man in a shower #good job tumblr

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Disturbia: Bo Sinclair x f!pregnant!reader

Warnings: Dead Bodies, ear, Vincent being obsessive over Trudy’s legacy.

A/N: My bad on taking so long to get this part out. Here it is! :3

Part 3! 1 2

Masterlist

The sun practically melts into your skin as you walk towards the beat up pickup truck with bags of lunch in hand.

You open the driver’s door and carefully get in, then set the lunch bags on the passenger’s side and shut the door. You start the truck and pull out.

It feels nice to finally get out of the house, it’s been a week since you’ve been out of the house. Only to take the childbirth prep class then go straight home. Bo drove you to it but he was silent, the truck was silent, so you felt you had to be silent.

You felt sad not being able to talk to him, so today you wanted to change that.

You pull into the gas station, another truck sits there, you pull in next to it. You take the lunch bags and step out, taking another look at the truck, you recognize it’s the truck of the guy who first helped you find Ambrose. You smile and continue to walk into the mechanic shop. Bo stands there talking to the man. Both of them gave you when they notice your presence.

“Hello.” You look between both of them, their expressions read like they’re hiding something but you don’t bother to ask. It’s definitely none of your business.

“Oh hey! I’ve been wonderin’ how you were!”

A goofy grin comes across the man’s face. He walks towards you with his arms out, you two meet in a gentle hug.

“Oh I’ve been good! Bo and Vincent have been taking care of me. How have you been?”

You two let go and you walk over to a small table setting the bags down.

“Been doin’ good also! Just stopped by to talk to Bo for a second. Gotta head out though and finish up for the day.”

“I see, well it’s really good to see you again. Should stop by more so we can talk. I don’t think I ever got your name, what is it?”

You set out the BLTs you made.

“Lester, maybe I will stop by now that I know you’re still around.” Lester says, you furrow your brows at the last part and shake it off and nod. “See you two around though. Bye!”

His truck starts, you watch him leave, then turn back to setting food out.

“So, how long have you known him for?” You ask, you pull out a chair and start eating. Bo takes a sandwich and leans against the counter.

“He’s Vincent and I’s little brother.” Bo replies before taking a bite out of his sandwich.

Your brain short circuits before rebooting itself. “Oh my gosh, that’s who the third one was in your family photos! I meant to ask that!” You laugh at yourself. “That’s nice.”

Bo nods, taking another bite from his sandwich. He looks at you, as if he’s trying to figure out what to say.

“So why’re you here?” Bo’s tone is aggressive but his face reads genuinely confused.

“Oh, I-Uhm. I missed hanging out with you. Haven’t really talked to you in two weeks…”

Bo snorts, making you react by scowling at him. He looks away from you, pink comes up his cheeks slightly.

“It’s true! I’ve been missing your voice and stuff.”

“You’ve been missin’ my voice?” Bo teases, he finishes his sandwich and walks over, taking a swig of water. Your chest tightens and hands start to get clammy. A nervous laugh comes out.

“Not like that! Just miss our conversations about, nonsense or whatever. Just little things and I mean Vincent is great to talk to, great listener but he doesn’t really give an opinion like you do! You’ve just been so distant and it kinda made me sad I guess.”

Bo’s brows furrow. “You’re a weird girl.”

“I mean if missing your best friend is weird then I’m okay with that.” You shrug, finishing up your sandwich.

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You and Bo make it up to the house around 6:30, laughing your asses off about whatever nonsense story he was telling. You notice his crows feet when he squints his eyes, how big his smile gets and how loud his laugh is. Your face heats up, wanting nothing more than for him to laugh like that all the time.

Bo comes around the truck and opens the door for you, you carefully step out as the two of you make your way into the house. Vincent was already cooking when you two came in. Some form of relief washes over him as two of you walk into the kitchen instead of one.

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You don’t bother to tell Vincent that you’re heading to the movie theater. Bo was out running errands today and you honestly had nothing else to do. Going to the movies was something you hadn’t done in a long time.

When you enter you’re immediately hit with a stale smell. You look around and furrow your brows, you knew about Vincent’s wax obsession, you just didn’t think it extended to the movie theater. “Hello?” You yell. “Hellooooo?!”

Where the hell were the workers? You sigh not really caring and go into the theater. A fake usher is in there, you ignore him though and go and sit down in an almost empty row.

Whatever Happened to Baby Jane was not a movie you ever thought you’d see. The plot was honestly interesting and you were a sucker for old black and white movies. Though you usually liked things like Roman Holiday.

No one gets up from their spots and you furrow your brows, getting up you carefully make your way down the stairs and to someone on the end. “Hello?” You poke the person. They wobble and sit back in place.

You release another breath. Did everyone in town just allow Vincent to put his figures where he wanted? How the heck did he even afford enough wax for this?

Your finger grazes the same figure, its ear breaks off of it and bugs crawl out.

You yelp and shudder, bile rising to your throat. You look and notice skull coming from the figure.

No way.

Your eyes widen, in shock you slowly walk back up the stairs and out of the theatre. Your body forces itself to walk back up to the house.

This wasn’t the worst thing you have seen. You just thought you could finally escape from the dead bodies.

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Bo sits on the couch watching TV and eating one of the cinnamon rolls you had made. You had gone to bed a little while ago and Bo was about to hit the hay himself when Vincent came rushing in.

“She knows.” Vincent hardly talks, if ever. A panicked look is in his eye.

Bo’s eyes flick away from the TV and he looks at his twin. He stuffs the rest of the cinnamon roll in his mouth and wipes the frosting on his pajama pants.

His brows furrow. “What do you mean she knows?”

Vincent holds out a wax doused ear and Bo looks at it. “Maybe Lester stopped by.” His hands get sweaty. Vincent shakes his head. His throat clearly hurting but he felt like he couldn’t sign these emotions away.

“He don’t go into the theatre and you know better not to touch my figures.”

“Okay, so what if she knows?” Bo tries to play it off, tries to block out the memory of the conversation him and Vincent had the first day you were there.

“We have to kill her.”

Bo shakes his head and stands up, beginning to pace. “No no, we don’t gotta. Come on now.” Bo’s voice shakes, his head is shaking back and forth.

“We said if she ever finds out she has to die. Can’t have her goin’ out and-“ Vincent coughs before continuing. “And tellin’ someone about this.”

Bo and Vincent have a stare off.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I could kill her I would’ve done it the second she got into Ambrose. Okay? We’ll figure somethin’ else out. I’ll just keep watch of her and she won’t leave town without Lester or I. We’ll make sure she don’t say anythin’.”

“You better. Ma would be pissed if she heard you right now. Puttin’ some girl in front of family.” Vincent huffs, shaking his head before storming off, leaving Bo with his heart aching, and eyes stinging.

This town was about Trudy Sinclair. It always had been from the moment she built that House of Wax. She always felt threatened by other women in her boys lives. Guess that didn’t stop in the afterlife. Why else would you have found out? Gotten curious and snooped around? Trudy must’ve been in your head as much as she was in her sons’ heads. You just didn’t know it yet.

#bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair

[munsonxmayhem]

Jealous.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings:

- angst

- smut

- fluff

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“What’re you thinking about?” You hear Eddie say beside you. Looking up from your lap, you look at him. “Hm?” He shakes his head, tossing a wadded ball of paper at you. “What’re you thinking about?” He repeats, a humorous look on his face.

“Oh.. uh, nothing.” You mutter, picking up a magazine. “Yeah, okay. You act like we haven’t been friends for like.. 8 years.” He laughs, crawling up the bed to sit next to you.

“Well, uh.. I have a date, actually.” Your voice is quiet. His brows furrow, and you lean your head back. “Date? With who?” He pries. “Steve.” You admit, a blush creeping on your face. He scoffs, “Steve? Like Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington?” He sounds both disapproving and in disbelief at the same time.

“Yeah, so?” You start to get annoyed, tossing the magazine down on the bed. “The dude is a total womanizer, (Y/N).” He states, plainly. You roll your eyes, pushing his shoulder away from you. “He is not! Okay? And I’m really excited about this, I haven’t been on a date in how long?” You can’t believe he’s acting this way.

“I just think you deserve better.” He mutters, toying with the rings on his fingers. “Look, you’re my best friend and I love you but you don’t get to tell me who I can see, alright? I don’t tell you shit about all the random sluts you bring around.” Your voice is bitter, as much as you’d tried to hide it.

“Sluts?” He’s clearly offended. “Yeah, sluts. Greasy girls that usually have boyfriends, that come here, fuck you, and then leave. Never to be seen again.” You say to him, and he scoffs getting off the bed.

“Okay? So?” He crosses his arms, glaring at you. “So.. Steve happens to be nice. Which is more than I can say about the other guys I’ve gone out with. I don’t care about his past with women, he’s different now.” He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, princess.”

“What is your problem, Eddie? Why is it such a big deal that I go out on dates?” He shrugs, looking away. “Nothing, forget it. I’ve gotta go. Enjoy your date.” He exits your room, slamming the door behind him. You lay back into your pillows, using one to muffle the frustrated groan that falls from your mouth.

After what feels like an hour, you hear the phone ringing downstairs. Getting up you run down to answer it. “Hello?” You speak into the phone.

“Hey! It’s Steve, we still on for tonight?” He sounds excited, hopeful. It makes you smile through the phone. “Yeah! 7, right?” You ask, just in case.

“Yes, I’ll be there at 7. See you later!” You say your goodbyes and hang up.

Running up to your room, you look at the clock. 5:45. You immediately run to the shower, scrubbing of the days filth. You decide on something completely out of your normal days wear; a short, light pink dress and a short pair of white heels you’d never worn.

You apply just a small amount of makeup; mascara, concealer, a touch of blush, and pink lip gloss. You glance in your mirror. Wow, that’s different. You smile, because you don’t actually hate it.

Just then you hear a knock at the door, loud and urgent. You look back at your clock, “6:30. You’re early.” You sigh, making your way down stairs. You mindlessly open the door, “St-“ You cut yourself off when you don’t see Steve, but Eddie standing there, instead. He looks lost, hopeless, eyes rimmed red from what seemed like crying.

“Eddie?” You speak, softly. “What’s wrong? What’re you doing here?” He looks at what your wearing, a mixture of sadness and something else flashing through his eyes.

“You look.. uh.. You look great. I’m guessing Steve is going to be here, soon?” He mutters. You nod, your heart skipping a beat. “Yeah, 7.”

“Well, I guess I’ll go then.” He starts to turn but you grab his arm. He stills, looking back at you. “You came here for a reason, what’s going on?” You urge him gently. He sighs, “Just needed to talk to you.”

You gesture him inside, and he follows you down to your bedroom. He sits on the bed while you walk to your dresser, spritzing on some of your favorite perfume. Looking over at Eddie, he looks so defeated.

“What’s going on, Eds?” You take a seat next to him. He doesn’t look up from his hands, fiddling nervously with the rings. “Please don’t go out with him tonight..” He starts, almost pleading. “Eddie.. We talked about this earlier. You sleep with who you want, so I should be able to go on a simple date with who I want.” You explain, calmer than the last time.

He huffs, “I just.. that’s different, okay? You go on dates to fall in love, in hopes of marriage one day. Hook ups are made to be meaningless.”

Is he.. jealous? “Well that’s the difference between you and I.. I want to go on dates, start something serious, and hopefully settle down one day. It’s okay if you don’t want that but I do..”

He stands suddenly, “But I do want that!” He sounds frustrated. “God, you don’t know how much I want that!” He groans out, hands running through his hair.

“Then go on dates, Eddie! Fall in love with someone.” You tell him, trying your best to help him.

“I don’t need dates to fall in love with someone, I already have.” He admits, refusing to look at you.

You raise an eyebrow curiously, a tinge of something in your chest. My best friend had fallen in love with someone and didn’t tell me? You stand slowly, walking beside him. “Who? You never told me..” You speak, softly. He looks down at you with a pleading, desperate look on his face.

“I..” he starts, “I can’t.” He finishes, and you sigh. Did you hope it was you? You’d gotten jealous before, when Eddie had thrown you out for the night to have meaningless sex with someone. But he’s your best friend, you shouldn’t feel that way.

Just then, you hear a knock downstairs. You look at Eddie with worry filled eyes. “That’s Steve..” You tell him and he nods. “You can wait here, if you want. We can talk when I get back.” He shakes his head, “No, I should go. Just gonna use the bathroom first.” He mumbles, making his way down the hall.

You make your way to the door, opening it slowly. “Hi, Steve..” You say. “Hi, you look pretty, tonight.” He compliments, but this time you don’t feel the butterflies, you don’t feel the blush on your cheeks. “You ready?”

“Actually, Steve.. I can’t. I don’t feel well right now.. I’m sorry.” You look at your feet, nervously. He smiles, “Oh that’s okay, another time.” He states, leaning in and placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Feel better, (Y/N).” You nod, mumbling a thank you before making your way back inside. When you shut the door, you turn around and see Eddie standing at the end of the stairs. You walk past him, your shoulder brushing his as you make your way to your room.

You sit on your bed and kick off your shoes, confused entirely by the thoughts in your head. You’d been so excited for this date, what changed? Just then, Eddie creeps into the room, he looks anxious. “What happened?” He mutters, sitting beside you. You let out a breathy laugh, “I cancelled.. told him I wasn’t feeling well.”

Eddie nods, but obviously knows you’d just lied to Steve. “Why?” He asks. You glance at him, “Who are you in love with Eddie?” He sighs heavily. “Doesn’t matter..” You roll your eyes, “Yes, it does. Why’re you so scared to tell me?”

He stays quiet, and you give up. Standing, you’re about to go to the bathroom. He grabs your hand, and you turn to face him. His eyes are large, round, full of worry. He stands up, dropping your hand. Then before you can think, his hands are on the side of your face; his lips pressed desperately to yours.

That’s when you feel them again; the butterflies, the heat on your cheeks. The kiss is more gentle now, more patient. You bring your hands up to hold his wrists. He breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours. “It’s you, (Y/N). It’s always been you.” You smile, your heart racing at his words.

“I hooked up with girls because I was already in love with you.. I didn’t want to go on dates with anyone because there’s no one else I want, but you didn’t seem to want me like that.. When you’d go on dates, I was always so scared that they’d be the one you’d fall in love with.” He admits, his hands never leaving your face.

“Eddie?” You look into his eyes, he nods for you to continue. “I think the reason none of those guys ever worked out is because I had spent the last 8 years of my life falling in love with you.. I just never thought you’d feel the same.” He sighs, “I guess we’re both a bit stupid, huh?” He jokes. You laugh, “I guess so.”

You lean up, your lips pressing to his. His hands fall from your face, to your waist. You push him back, breaking the kiss; his knees hitting the edge of the bed before he lands on his back. He gasps as he looks up at you, you smirk before crawling over him, a leg on either side of his hips. His eyes are wide as he looks up at you, he looks almost… innocent.

Almost.

His lips that were parted in surprise, now form a mischievous smile. He sits up, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you down against him. You wrap your arms around his neck and watch as his hands slide up your thighs, disappearing under your dress.

You gasp as the cold metal of his rings graze your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You can feel his erection through his jeans, smirking as you lightly grind down on it. He groans, gripping your hips hard. “Hard already?” You tease, he pushes his hips up again, the roughness of his jeans causing delicious friction against your clothed heat. He slides his hand to your front, his fingers tracing your slit through your panties; noticing the very noticeable wet spot.

“Wet already?” He taunts back, and you whimper in response as he applies pressure to your clit with his fingers. You involuntarily grind down against them, and his hand holds you still. “Patience.” He tuts, moving your panties to the side.

Your legs twitch as he runs his finger through your slit, gathering the wetness that has pooled at your entrance. “Fuck.. so wet, baby..” He groans, feeling himself straining against his jeans.

Without warning he pushes two fingers into your aching hole, curling them up and immediately pressing to your g-spot. “Oh! Oh my god..” You whimper out, and he chuckles darkly. “God’s not in this room, sweetheart. Trust me.”

He presses his palm flat against your clit as he slowly thrusts his fingers into you. Your head falls into his neck, muffling your moans. He doesn’t stop you as you rock your hips against his hand, a deep sigh falling from his lips as his hand presses against his aching hard on.

“That’s it, angel. Ride my fingers.” He breaths out, shakily. Putting your embarrassment aside, you do as your told. Your hips starting to rock back and forth slowly against his palm, his fingers still curled into your g-spot.

“Eddie… so good.” You whimper, the pressure against your clit causing your release to build quickly. Every rock of your hips make the back of his hand press against his bulge, causing groans to fall past his lips.

“Shit..” He grunts as you rock faster, and he feels you clenching around his fingers. He starves off his orgasm, not wanting to ruin his pants. He closes his eyes as his head drops against your shoulder, knowing that if he looks at you come undone.. he’s a goner.

“You gonna cum? Yeah?” He urges, his hot breath fanning your shoulder. You nod fervently, panting against his neck. “Go on, beautiful. Cum on my fingers.” Your hips are grinding a bit harder now, the pleasure coursing through your body as your orgasm hits you. “Oh!” You gasp, followed by a string of broken whimpers and moans. Your legs shaking, and walls fluttering around his fingers.

He lets you ride out your orgasm, before slowly easing his fingers out. He groans as your soaked pussy makes contact with his straining erection. You bring your head back up, watching as he takes his fingers into his mouth. You watch with hooded eyes as he pulls them out, bringing you in for a kiss. You moan into the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

You reach down, his tongue still exploring your mouth as you pop the button of his jeans open, sliding the zipper down. You lift your hips, and he helps you slide his pants and boxers down, kicking them off as they hit his ankles. You reach under your dress, pulling off your panties and maneuvering yourself in his lap to take them off.

“F-fuck..” He stutters, breaking the kiss when he feels you running the length of his shaft through your folds. You gasp as his tip connects with your sensitive clit. You reach down, aligning him with your entrance, only lowering yourself slightly on the tip. He attempts to push up, but you stop him, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“Please..” He begs, feeling his cock throb and twitch with the slightest contact. “Did you think about me when you fucked those other girls?” You pry, never breaking eye contact. His jaw drops as you ease him in a little more, only halfway down the tip.

He nods, “Yes.” You take in the tip fully, a hiss escaping his lips. “Yeah?” He nods again, “Yes.. yes, yes, yes. Fuck. Every time.” He sounds so desperate as you keep yourself still. “Did you think about me? When you went on those stupid dates and fucked those stupid guys?” He groans, attempting to push up again. You nod, “I did. I think about you.. all the time.”

This intrigues him, raising an eyebrow at you. “Yeah? When?” His breathing is heavy as he tries to keep calm. You lean in, placing a kiss to his neck. “You know..” You place a kiss below his ear. “When I touch myself..” Your breath hits his ear, and he shivers.

“Fuck.. really?” He groans, and you nod. You sink down suddenly, taking him completely. You gasp loudly at his size, quite a stretch. “Holy shit..” He moans, his arms wrapping around your waist.

You rock your hips slowly, before putting your hands on his shoulders; you use them as leverage as you start bouncing on his cock. The bed creaks and squeaks under you as you ride quickly. “S-so big.”

He feels your legs shaking, struggling to keep the pace so he tightens his grip around your waist, flipping you both over on the bed. You moan loudly as he pushes all the way in, hips flush against yours.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he starts thrusting quickly, his head falling in your neck. “Eddie, eddie, fuck!” You cry out as his tip brushes your g-spot with every thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m not gonna last much longer.” He grunts as he continues to drive himself into you.

“H-harder!” Your hands grip the back of his t shirt tightly as his hips start thrusting at a bruising pace. The sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off the walls. He brings a hand down, his fingers sloppily circling you clit. The knot in your stomach tightens, and your legs cling to his hips.

“Close, so close.” You inform him and he nods into your neck. “Me too, baby.” His thrusts become sloppy and you feel your knot snap, a second wave of pleasure coursing through you even harder than the first. The sound that leaves your body is borderline screaming. “Yes, fuck! Just like that!” He thrusts sloppily through your high, the tightening of your walls around him pushing him over the edge.

“Fuck!” He grunts as his hips slam once more into yours, ropes of cum decorating your inner walls as they flutter against him.

His body goes weak, dropping against you but holding himself high enough to not crush you. Your hands loosen their grip on his shirt, rubbing against him soothingly. “I love you..” You’re unsure if you heard him correctly, but you smile against his neck.

“I love you.” You whisper. He places gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder, pushing himself up shakily and easing out.

He stands from the bed, sliding his boxers and pants back on. “Are you leaving?” You pull your dress down, sitting up worried. He glances at you with a brow raised, “Do you want me to?” He asks softly. You shake your head, “No..” He walks back to the bed, standing between your legs and pulling you into a hug; your head pressed to his stomach.

“Then I’m not going anywhere.” He states, and you look up at him. He smiles down at you, before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. “Sorry for being jealous..” He whispers and you giggle. “Sorry for slicing your tire so that you couldn’t go pick up your last hook up.” He gasps, “You did that?” He exclaims, a humorous look on his face. You nod, shyly. “I thought Carver and his meat head crew did that!”

“Nope, just me. You wanted me to leave so you could go pick up your girl, so I made sure you weren’t going anywhere.” You giggle, and he tackles you into the bed. “You’re crazy!” He tickles you, and you struggle to get out of his grip. “For you!” You cry out, the laughter hurting your stomach. He releases you, “Yeah? You’re crazy for me?” He smirks, his hands still on your waist, brushing the wrinkles down.

“I am.” You confess and kiss his cheek. He cuddles into you, head resting on your chest as you play with his hair. After a while you hear the soft snores leaving his mouth, smiling down at the sleeping boy. You lay there and trace circles into his tattooed arm before nodding off.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #stranger things #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut

[bloozers]

hiiii! can you write a fluffy cute smut with early 80s james? maybe like a brother’s best friend trope or friend to lovers?

Ofc pookie 🫶

The sister of the Dane

Warnings: james Hetfield x fem!reader , smut obvi , unprotected piv (wrap it before you tap it) , fluff , reader is Lars’s sister , use of y/n , oral fem receiving , hair pulling kinda? , fingering , soft 80s James bcos omg yes

Summer of 1984 , y/n was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for the boys she could hear Lars’s snoring from his room down the hall and it made her roll her eyes , cliff was always the first of the boys to wake up so he tried to help with breakfast but gave up when the toast started burning. Next down the hall came Kirk in his Batman pjs and a very sleepy face “morning” he mumbled and sat at the counter and y/n handed him some apple juice to help him wake up “thanks” he mumbled again this time with a sleepy smile , soon a loud yawn moved its way down the hallway and the tall blonde curly haired boy appeared “good morning everyone , well almost everyone” James said happily then pointed down the hallway “is he still asleep? Jesus Christ someone’s gotta wake him up before he misses breakfast” he chuckled and cliff shrugged “I’ll do it” he smiled and walked down the hall within 30 seconds cliff was running out of the room as pillows were thrown at him and loud angry danish words could be heard from Lars.

“Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” y/n smiled placing bacon and eggs on cliff , Lars and James’s plates and toast with peanut butter and some fruit for Kirk “shut up” Lars mumbled and then stuffed his face full of bacon. “So what’s the plan for today people?” Y/n asked and the guys all looked at each other and shrugged “day off I guess” James chuckled then looked at her “Y’know what y/n you sure know how to make a good breakfast” he said with a sheepish smile “thank you James , you know you make a good burnt steak” she giggled “oh cmon one time!” He said with a fake offended tone “well me and Kirk were going to guitar centre later and I think cliff was going to the store?” Lars chimed in with a mouth full of food “so it’ll just be me and James then?” Y/n asked trying to hide any excitement, she’s had a crush on James since they met and today is her chance to tell him the truth. “Yes just you and James , we’ll be back around 5” Kirk smiled knowing he meant 5am not pm.

Once everyone had left James sat on the couch and flicked on MTV , y/n sat next to him and let out a little ahem , James looks at her slightly confused “yeah?” He asked and she took a deep but subtle breath “James we gotta talk” she said trying her best to be confident “ok what’s up?” He smiled turning his whole body to face her on the couch so she knew he was listening “I umm I like you , like yknow….like like you….a lot” she confessed and he smiled “is that so? Oh well I guess you’re in luck then pretty girl because I have not been able to get you out of my mind” he said with a flirty smile causing her eyes to widen “what? Not what you were expecting? Thought I’d turn you down? You gotta be crazy , look at you princess your funny and kind and incredibly beautiful anyone would be clinically insane to turn you down” he said and placed his hand on her thigh causing a shiver to run up her spine , they looked into each other’s eyes for a bit before James leaned in and kissed her slowly but passionately. It didn’t take long before James’s hands were on the back of her thighs holding her up and walking to his room their lips still very much attached to each other.

James gently placed y/n on the bed and moved on top of her to kiss her again “your so pretty baby , I knew I loved you” he smiled and kissed her neck , he took off her top and bra and attached his lips to her chest , leaving a trail of kisses until he reached the hem of her skirt “im gonna take this off is that okay princess?” James said looking up at her she nodded and James took her skirt and panties off with a whistle “spread those legs pretty girl I wanna taste you” he smirked and once her legs were spread he kissed up her thighs and then dove straight into her wet cunt , licking sucking and kissing her clit. “Fuck baby you taste like heaven” he moaned on her folds the vibration causing her to buck her hips into his face. James stuck two fingers inside her and curled them hitting her spot over and over until she was a writhing mess under him “J-James! Fuck! I’m gonna-” y/n moaned digging her hands into his curly blonde hair “that’s it baby cum for me , you can do it let go” he moved his tongue and fingers faster and she came hard on them moaning loudly “good girl , that’s it” he praised and slowed down then pulled out “you did so good baby , c’mere” James smiled and brought her to him for a slow gentle kiss “you want my cock baby? Hmm?” He whispered in her ear and she nodded eagerly causing him to chuckle “desperate girl hmm? That’s okay , I’ll take care of you” he smirked and undid his jeans pulling them and his boxers off and throwing them on the ground , his shirt was already off so there they were , both naked and desperate for each other’s love. “You ready baby?” He asked again and she nodded “ok sweetheart I’ll go slow at first” he smiled then lined himself up with her entrance before slowly pushing inside her tight cunt “oh fuck baby your fucking tight holy shit” James groaned trying not to cum right there and then “c-can I move baby?” He asked his voice almost whiny “yes please fuck me!” She moaned and James started to thrust in and out of her with a moan , soon the room was filled with the wet slapping sounds of where there bodies connected and their moans , grunts and whines of pure pleasure. James started thrusting harder and faster pounding her into the mattress “fuck baby your doing so well for me” he moaned as she felt her coil tighten up ready to snap “James! I’m gonna cum again!” Y/n moaned “yes! Fuck! Please baby please cum for me cum on my cock pretty girl” he groaned as his thrusts sped up but became less coordinated and more sloppy. Y/n came hard , she thought she saw stars as she moaned loudly as slightly screamed his name “F-fuck! M’gonna cum baby” James whined as sped up “I’m cumming! Fuck holy shit!” He moaned as his body shook while he filled her completely. “Holy shit baby that was fucking amazing…you did so good for me sweetheart” James praised then kissed her forehead , he got up and went to his bathroom to grab a warm wet towel to clean them both up then layed down next to her pulling her close and snuggling his head into the crook of her neck as he traced slow gentle circles on her back until they fell asleep in each others arms

This took like an hour but it was so worth it 🫶

#metallica #james hetfield #80s james #he’s so perfect #james hetfield smut #james hetfield fluff #fanfic #i need him #going feral

[bl4cktourmaline]

Hello! How are you? I hope you're doing fine!

If you don't mind... can I ask for a Toya Aoyagi x Reader (if it's possible or if it's not a problem, could it be a male reader? I appreciate your attention) in this alphabets:

Fluff alphabet: A, E, H, J and K

Angst alphabet: E, N, S, T and V

I hope that this isn't too much... I appreciate it if you accept though, but feel free to just ignore it. I hope you're having a good day/night!! Thank you for reading until here though!

Fluff & Angst Alphabet with Aoyagi Toya

♬ yue is typing...

↻hii hii! thank you for requesting, anon! I usually don't do fluff, thinking I might be bad at it but since the others can't do it, so I decided to take this request and see how it's go from there! I usually go with gender neutral but just for you anon, I'm here to serve you all with stories so I will accept your request for a male reader <33

⇄ male x male pairing 🏳️‍🌈

■ warnings : cuteness overload and mentioning of breakup.

⋮≡ 📳 now calling...

▹▹ @toyaslove !

► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Fluff & Angst Alphabet with Aoyagi Toya...

꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦

♪ FLUFF ALPHABET ♭

💬 ┊Admiration: How would they act around their crush? What do they do about it? 

💌 ┊. . .

Toya is normally cool when he is around the one he adore, a boy who is strong-willed and gentle at heart, barely show a moment of weakness... almost like you're always positive about life no matter the situation. Watching your smile brightly make his chest feel all warm and fuzzy...

"Hmm? Why are you just standing there? The mop won't wipe the floor itself you know!" 

"Ah, sorry...got distracted..."

"Huh??? By what?" 

"You"

"Wha-" 

Cue the loud slam of the wood object hitting the floor, guess the cleaning can wait for another time...

💬 ┊E-ffection: How much and often do they need affection? What they do when they desperately need the affection?

💌 ┊. . .

He is fine with just holding hands at first... but then it's increase over time as he get used to it and now he is expecting you to just let him be when he needs to recharge...

"...can I leave now"

"...no"

"Toya..."

"mmm...5 more minutes"

"It's been 30 minutes!!"

"It's not enough yet"

"... you're hopeless"

💬 ┊Honesty: Do they have secrets they are hiding? Or do they share everything? And do they have a secret that they tell you only?

💌 ┊. . .

Toya is often hesitating about whether he should tell you or not when he has secrets that he couldn't tell to others, he doesn't want to be a burden knowing his lover is a very gentle soul and would not hesitate to do anything for him but he also doesn't like the idea of putting a wall between the two of you...

"...Look at me in the eyes, Toya...I know you're hiding something"

"You can tell...?"

"I mean with you constantly glancing at me sometime without saying anything, obviously I'm going to find out sooner than later!" 

"...I...well if you don't mind" 

He love that you're always paying attention to your surroundings, it's feel like you understood him no matter what problems he will be dealing with... would you let him whisper his secrets next to your ear?

💬 ┊Jealous: What makes them jealous? How easy is it to make them and how would they act?

💌 ┊. . .

Toya doesn't get jealous easily since he completely trust you and know you well enough that you would never do anything to make him feel bad but sometimes he does get jealous especially when you are especially popular with everyone no matter the gender...

You were surrounded again.

He sighed, leaning against a tree nearby as he waits for you to finally notice him...

As if on cue, your eyes met his "..."

"Ah, sorry guys, my man is here. I gotta go now, talk to you later?"

Following a series of goodbye, the boy make his way to the quiet male who was clearly not happy...

"There, there...you know they are just friends, right?"

"...I still don't like it having you surrounded by them"

"Oh god..." 

💬 ┊Kisses: How they feel like and how often?

💌 ┊. . .

At first, he feels awkward so it's start off with little pecks but over time as he grow a bit more confident in the relationship, his kisses are an act of sweetness, usually greeting each other whenever they see the other person but sometimes he try to surprise his lover whenever he can...

"Hey Toya, I can't seem to beat this level-gah?!"

"Go on"

"Geez, that's scared me! What was that for-hey!!"

"Enemy on your left" 

"Aww, I die..." 

·̩̩̥＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥＊•̩✩•˚·＊•̩✩•˚·＊•͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥＊•̩̩

♪ ANGST ALPHABET ♭

💬 ┊Emptiness - How they feel without you, do they have regrets?

💌 ┊. . .

Besides being popular among your peers, you were also a hard working person, more than often you would have to work on days where he doesn't have practice or doing any performance. Sometimes you would go weeks without any contacts because of work which he can understand but sometimes he get really sad when he doesn't see you in a while...

"..."

"You've been staring at your phone a lot recently"

"Yeah..."

"You know (name) wouldn't mind you texting him..."

"I don't want to bother him when he is so busy"

Sometimes you forget the world around you when you're focusing on one thing but he wonder if you really don't mind him bothering you when you're busy...

Have you truly move on that quickly? It's seems only been days since you two end the relationship in good terms but it's bother him a lot with how quickly you moved on with your life...as if he didn't exist anymore...

💬 ┊Nightmare: How they react to you having a nightmare?

💌 ┊. . .

Whenever you're having a nightmare, the first thing you do is to call Toya and he always pick it up even when it's so early in the morning...

"Hey Toya..."

"mmm... having a nightmare again?"

"...y-yeah...is it a bad time for you?"

"no... just a little sleepy but you can't sleep right? I'll stay up a little..."

"Okay...thank you, Toya"

"mmm..."

💬 ┊Sentimental - How they feel seeing the other break down?

💌 ┊. . .

Whenever you're having a breakdown, his heart ache a little...there is something upsetting about seeing you so down when you are usually so positive about life that it's actually bothering him a lot...

"Toya, I'm sorry but...I think I need some time to myself" 

He couldn't help you at that very moment, he feels a little irritated at his powerless state but he wants to respect your wishes so even if it's hurts him...he will do it

"Okay...but whenever you're ready to talk, just call and I'll come right away..."

"Thank you...I just need some time to process what just happened..."

"I can understand...so please take care of yourself..."

The worlds change constantly but we will find a way back to each other when the time is right... that's how we humans live after all. He truly believe you will push through this...

💬 ┊To feel jealous: How they will react when their jealous?

💌 ┊. . .

He was speechless to say the least. The boy who rarely show any signs of weaknesses...not even for a moment when he is with his friends... suddenly look so flustered...? He couldn't help but stare in silence as information slowly processing itself in his mind...

"Say something please, you're making me feeling awkward over here..."

"Oh..."

"Geez...way to go to expose myself I guess"

He couldn't believe it.

You were jealous... even though you already seen to move on? Is it alright to hope that you still have feelings for him...

He is kinda happy about that but if he said that, you probably smack him for that or even deny it at all cost...so he will just keep it to himself for now...

💬 ┊Vent - How would they comfort you?

💌 ┊. . . 

Your hands.

Whenever you're feeling stressed or anxiety, he rubs circles on your hands with his fingers, soothing and gentle as he goes. He isn't good with words so he use physical contact as a way to calm you down...

"Whenever you do that... it's comforting somehow"

"You think so?"

"Yeah, they make me feel safe... like everything is going to be okay..."

"..."

"... uhh, is that strange??" 

"No... I'm glad that you felt that way"

꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦

#pjsk x reader #pjsk #fluff #toya aoyagi x reader #drabble #fluff alphabet #angst #aoyagi toya #toya aoyagi #toya project sekai #aoyagi toya x reader #male reader #fanfic #angst alphabet #project sekai x reader #project sekai x you #project sekai #colorful stage #modrui

[rabesbabe]

Blondie

Gwen Stacy x Fem!Spiderman

Summary: being Spiderman isn’t easy when you have to hide your identity from everyone you love. Especially, your girlfriend Gwen who just wants to spend time with you. But you’re too preoccupied with being the city’s savior.

A/N: Hey guyss! This is my first marvel fic which is shocking lmao But I hope you guys enjoy. No warnings on this fic but it is a lottt of fluff! (Not proofread as usual lol)

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You stand in front of your locker struggling to open the lock. Your hands were full of folders and your skateboard that you weren’t even supposed to have in the halls.

Just as your folder was about to fall from your arms someone swoops in and grabs it for you. You look up to see your girlfriends teasing eyes.

“Looks like you might want this?” She says pointing to the sticker on the folder that says Ap Bio knowing you have it with her next period.

You smile at her laughing. “Why thank you.” You say sarcastically. You put the rest of the stuff you had in your locker after opening it.

“Are we still on for tonight?” Gwen says. Looking doubtful that you’ll say yes.

“Of course we are.” You smile at her and give her a quick peck.

Gwen had planned for you both to go to her favorite record store and get some coffee to study for a test you both had.

You had missed so many of your dates due to your duties as New York City’s protecter. You were running out of excuses. You loved Gwen to death but how could you tell her who you really were?

You look down at your phone that reads “7:30” in big letters. “shit, shit, shit.” You were supposed to be at Gwen’s house by now to pick her up. There was no way you had missed another date.

You got so caught up with trying to track down this guys who’s stole some lady’s purse, that it hadn’t even occurred to you that your girlfriend was waiting for you. She had to have hated you by now.

You dial her number on your phone. “Gwen?” You say as the line clicks. You hear sniffles and you could tell she was crying. “Where the hell have you been y/n.”

“I know Gwen. I’m sorry.” You grab your face and sigh. “I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

You swing over to a corner store to get Gwen her favorite candy, flowers, and a card. Not exactly enough for the amount of times you had bailed on her but a girl could try.

You swing back home and sneak in through your window. You gently set the stuff you bought down on your bed and start taking off your suit.

“Oh my fucking god!”

Your eyes go wide. You spin around and see Gwen staring at you as if she had just seen a ghost. Out of reflex you shoot webs at her mouth thinking she was gonna scream.

“I know what this looks like but you gotta understand babe. It’s not what you think.”

She try’s to say something but her eyebrow quirks up at the fact she can’t even speak. “Oh! Sorry, Sorry.”

You take the web off her mouth. “Why are you in my house Gwen?”

She looks at you as if you just asked the dumbest question ever. “Why are you spiderman y/n?!”

She looks you up and down and you’re suddenly very aware of the fact that you’re half naked in a bra with your suit hanging at your waist.

“Wait, I can explain Gwen just let me change?” You sigh motioning to the fact you’re not dressed.

“Oh.” says Gwen, visibly blushing.

“And then I guess ever since then i’ve been spider-‘man’.” You say ending your explanation on how you became spiderman.

“Does Ms. May even know?” She asks. You giggle at her words. “She’s told you to stop calling her that a million times,” She rolls her eyes at you. “Come on she’s my girlfriend’s aunt i’m not gonna be disrespectful! Now answer my question.”

You laugh again. “No she doesn’t know. I wanna tell her but…it’s kinda of hard to tell your aunt her niece is the ‘dude’ in spandex fighting crime each day.” You say avoiding her eyes.

“But I’m sorry for everything. For all the missed dates.” You get up and grab the flowers and other gifts you got for her.

She smiles and grabs the gifts you got her. “Why thank you.” She says leaning her forehead against yours. She presses her lips against yours and you smile into the kiss.

You back away from her. “Wait Gwen,” “Hm?”

“How’d you get in my house anyway?” You look at her slightly confused.

“I’ll only tell you if you promise you’ll let me come with you one day when you swing around the city.” She says smirking.

“Deal.” You smile at her.

You get up and grab her hand. “Cmon let’s go see what Aunt Mays cooking for dinner.

“Whatever you say spider-girl.” She giggles.

#wlw ship #gwen stacy x reader #emma stone x reader #emma stone #spiderman #spiderman x reader #aunt may x reader #tom holland #andrew garfield #the amazing spiderman #spider girl

[sabinemorans]

Roll for Seduction

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 4K+

NSFW Warnings 18+ ONLY: penetrative sex, some teasing, condoms used

You caught up with Eddie briefly after school. Walking down the hallway near each other wasn’t going to arouse suspicion since it was crowded and it gave you an opportunity to confirm what time he wanted you over. While everyone was chatting loudly and racing to get out, you caught his eye meaningfully and he winked. 

“7:30,” he mouthed and you nodded before speeding up to walk closer to your friends. He watched you go with a dreamy look in his eyes, then raced to his car. He had some cleaning to do.  

His uncle worked the night shift so he’d be gone until dawn the next day, giving you and Eddie ample time to have a romantic evening that would end-if all went well-with the two of you passed out in each other’s arms. Eddie stopped in the middle of cleaning his room and smiled so big it hurt his cheeks. He was going to absolutely, positively, blow you away. 

A couple of hours later, his uncle was gone and after a couple of deals were made for extra cash Eddie was waiting impatiently for you to arrive. He’d cleaned his room up (it wasn’t really dirty, just messy), ordered pizza for you both and even tidied up the common area of the trailer. There were even some special items he’d placed in easily accessible areas in his room-you know, for later. 

7:25. He had gone ahead and got you what you always got to drink and set it next to his beer when he heard a knock. A knock in the same pattern he’d used earlier. Eddie practically tripped over his own feet to get to the door and when he yanked it open and saw you standing there his head felt fluttery. God…he loved you. Confessing fully hadn’t been on the table tonight in his original plans but…maybe it would be later. 

“Hey handsome~” You purr, boldly pushing in past him and shutting the door behind you without looking. Your hands slide up his torso, starting at his hips and coming up, up, up until they tangle in his hair for the second time that day. The memory of the abandoned classroom burst into Eddie’s mind and he had to fight the urge to fall to his knees before you. He had a plan dammit! A very sexy, romantic plan and by God he was gonna execute it! “Did you miss me?”

He leaned down and kissed you softly, his arms coming around to squeeze you to him so once again there was little space between your bodies. He slipped his tongue inside only briefly before moving his soft lips to your neck and ear. “Mmm…so fucking much. I touched your panties in my back pocket all day and guess what?” 

Your nose was nuzzling his neck, just as desperate for him as he was for you and you made an inquisitive noise. 

“I aced my test. I think they’re a lucky charm now.” 

“Oh baby, that's great! I’m sure that was just us studying hard though and not my panties. You dirty boy, I can’t believe you even took them.” You were mockingly upset but he saw through it, shaking his head slightly. He’d felt your fingers tighten ever so slightly when he brought them up, you were turned on by it too. 

“Now I think I’ve gotta start doing it often. Maybe I’ll ace all my tests if I have a little piece of you with me every day.” The soft whimper that left your lips at the thought of being bare beneath those skirts and cute little shorts you wore made him groan in response and cup the back of your neck to bring you closer. “Mmm you like that idea huh? I can do it for the rest of the year and then when we graduate, and run off together I won’t have to hide anything. I’ll put something for you on my battle vest and wear it proudly wherever I go.” 

“Oh Eddie…” Your eyes became wide with wonder and emotion, love specifically he hoped. Your lips pressed to his and his hands slid down to your ass to grab it firmly, a sigh of relief flooding through his body at tasting you again. You’d had another New Coke in the few hours the two of you had been apart and he smiled into the kiss. 

“You taste like Coke…” 

“M’sorry,” you mumble while he peppers your mouth and cheeks with soft kisses. “I know you don’t like the taste.”

“Mmm…no it’s ok. It’s fine. I’d rather taste it from you, you make everything taste good.” Eddie runs his nose along yours, thumbs playing with your jugular vein. He strokes it softly so you sigh sweetly and become putty in his hands. 

“Fuckin’ smooth talker,” you mumble against his lips when he kisses you again. 

“Yeah, you love it. C'mon let’s eat. You fed me so let me feed you sweetheart.” Eddie leads you to the couch and doesn’t let your hand go until he absolutely has to. 

“My favorite pizza and you have a drink for me, all nice and ready! Aren’t you the sweetest? If I didn’t know you were a good boy I’d say you’ve done something naughty, Eddie Baby.” You lean into his side and give his cheek a lingering kiss, which makes him eager for more. The words ‘good boy’ sent a shiver down his body and he gulped slightly, looking over at you already eating your slice with relish. You caught his gaze and winked, no doubt noticing the flush on his cheeks. 

Eddie stumbles for words for a second and ends up just taking a swig of his beer. He could see you giggling out of the corner of his eye and felt warmth flood through him. You were so gonna get it. 

The two of you ate and laughed and watched TV, which was overall one of the most perfect dates that could happen. Eddie loved being with you, no matter if you were poking fun at his shows (he loved the Twilight Zone and Macgyver), listening to him practice guitar, or just sitting near him and reading. Having you close enough that he could sniff your hair or press a kiss to your skin was paradise to him and since you lived in suburbia it was hard to have a normal kind of date like this. 

“Where do your parents think you are?” He asks curiously, playing with your hair. One arm was around you to keep you pressed into his side-always needing you as close as possible. The hand that wasn’t playing with your hair was sliding along your bare arm, dipping under the sleeve of your t-shirt occasionally. It hadn’t escaped his notice that you were wearing your gym clothes, the gray Hawkins High t-shirt and the green athletic shorts and it made him wonder briefly if you had your own plans for tonight. You two had met in gym your freshman year after all and it was most definitely when you’d fallen in love so of course he had an attachment to your uniform. 

You snuggled closer to him, sliding a hand along his chest and humming a bit at the feel of him. “Robin’s. Even though I gave up band, we’re still friends and she can keep a secret. I’ll probably catch a ride with her and Steve tomorrow morning.” 

Eddie grunted at the mention of Steve Harrington. He didn’t hate the guy, they just weren’t exactly on good terms. You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and a grin. He frowns. “What are you grinning at?” 

“Nothing,” you purred, leaning up to kiss his cheek, your hand sliding up his chest to cup his face. Eddie hums softly and automatically brings his hands up to your hips as you move to straddle him. When you’re sitting right on his dick through his jeans he sighs with happiness. 

“It’s not nothing sweetheart. C’mon tell me.” Before I lose my patience and fuck you right here, he thinks. 

“I just think it’s cute that you act jealous of Steve, even though you have nothing to worry about.” Pulling back from planting soft kisses on his cheek that made his toes curl, you had a smile on your face a mile wide. 

“Nothing to worry about huh?” His hands grip your hips tighter and rock you ever so slightly on his hardening cock. Your weight alone had gotten things started and it wouldn’t be long before he was bursting at the seams to be buried inside you. “You sure? He’s not gonna do something with his hair and make you swoon?” 

It was a joke, yet he still felt his mouth tighten a little at the thought. But you laughed, loud and bright making his heart swell with love. 

“No! Of course not! Steve’s hair is nice but…” Fingers slipping into his hair, your face was suddenly right in his with your next words ghosting across his lips like a promise. “I prefer a rockstar look more.” 

Swallowing hard Eddie kisses you passionately, moaning into your mouth while he gropes at your ass. “Now who’s the smooth talker?” He mumbles against your lips.

When he feels like he’ll die if he doesn’t breathe he pulls back and quickly pulls you to his room. All the mess was cleaned, his covers washed and there was even a second pillow on his bed for you but he barely gave you time to notice. 

Out of habit Eddie locks his bedroom door and then is on you again, tongue taking up residence in your sweet mouth while his hands worship the soft skin under your shirt. You aren’t idle though, not simply content to enjoy his touch on you, your own hands scramble under his clothes to feel him back. His battle vest and his leather jacket were both off in a flash. You tried to pull up his Hellfire Club shirt but he caught your hands in his.

Big brown eyes blown wide with need, Eddie kisses your knuckles then pushes you onto his bed. “Not so fast sweetheart, I’ve got plans for you tonight. Let’s slow it down a little.” He winks, and feels accomplished when you pout at him. You were so fucking cute when you did that. 

“But Eddie,” you whined as you kicked your shoes and socks off but not taking your eyes off him. “I’ve been thinking about you all day…”

“And I’ve been thinking about you sweetheart, but just trust me. I wanna enjoy you, all of you as much as I can. You trust me right?” Eddie had tossed his boots and socks to the side and had started working on his belt when he noticed you hadn’t answered him. Belt open and hanging down from his jeans he looked up, finding your eyes glued to his ringed hands on the leather. He chuckled, making you jump and meet his eyes finally. “Distracted already huh? You wanna finish this for me?” 

You swallow hard and nod. Your legs open wider without you conscious of it as he steps forward. Your face is level with his still clothed stomach and when you press a kiss to it Eddie can’t help but groan a little. You were just so fucking sweet…

 The belt came off slowly and Eddie even let you get so far as to unbutton his jeans before he stopped you. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “Now can you answer me? You trust me right?” 

You nod, then wet your lips. “With all my heart Eddie…” 

“Good.” With confirmation Eddie strips off his shirt and drops it, his cock throbbing as he looks at the absolute neediness in your eyes. He’d never found himself super attractive or unattractive but the way you looked at him with your eyes raking over his lean body made him feel like the most beautiful man in the world. He lets you run your hands along his now bare torso while he ties his hair back in a low messy bun; then he moves your dominant hand into his jeans, onto the bulge in his boxers. 

“Fuck, Eddie…you’re so hard already…” You were practically drooling for him, your thumb running along his hard length while your hips slightly ground against his bed.

“Shit that feels good,” Eddie moans, sliding his hand up and down your arm for a moment and then scooping you up under your armpits and moving you onto the pillows. He yanks his jeans off before crowding you on the bed, arms on either side of you while his mouth takes control of yours. Your hands run down his back and your legs come up to wrap around his waist tightly. He lets out a guttural noise at your nails digging into his skin and ruts himself against you, his cock beginning to leak with need. 

When his hands move down under your ass to get you at an even better angle something finally clicks. He pulls back, breathless and looks down at you. 

“What’s wrong?” You’re panting, lips kiss swollen and your eyes go wide as his hands slip under your shorts to grab you skin to skin. You yelp and cling to his shoulders in surprise. “E-Eddie!” 

Eddie grins and squeezes the soft flesh beneath his calloused fingers. He’s rutting again now but slower, tortuously slower. “You’re not wearing any panties…I can’t believe I didn’t notice before! You changed clothes but kept going without huh? Didn’t want me to take another trophy?” 

“What?? N-No I-I just…I just didn’t uhm…” You floundered. His smug look has that cute little crease in your brow showing up and you opened your mouth to speak but instead only a deep, greedy moan came out. He’d rolled his hips perfectly against you. You whined and clutched at him harder. “Mean…” 

Eddie lowers his mouth to yours and teasingly licks at your lower lip, dragging it out so you squeeze him hard with your thighs. “Watch your mouth baby before I fuck it and leave this pretty pussy empty. You don’t want that do you?” 

You whined again and shook your head. He smirked. “Didn’t think so.” 

He slowly untangles himself from your limbs to begin undressing you. Your shorts are slid off with kisses to the inside of your knees and then he’s over you again, pulling up your shirt with his teeth while making heavy eye contact that has you both shivering. When that’s also discarded he leans back with a hand on his cock, stroking it over his shorts to admire you. His warm brown eyes take you in from your heaving chest to your already glistening folds and Eddie lets out a breath of sheer awe. No matter how many times he saw you like this it would never cease to amaze him. That you were here with him, bared and wanting him as much as he wanted you. 

Eddie looks into your eyes and says the words he’s been thinking of for years out loud. “I love you.”

He hears your breath catch, worry shooting through him suddenly only for a wave of relief to wash over him when you sit up and cup his face in your hands. You’re both smiling like idiots suddenly and Eddie nuzzles into your palm lovingly.

 “Oh Eddie, I love you too. There’s no one else for me but you, you got that? Just me and you, Munson. Forever.” 

 “Forever, sweetheart…” Eddie whispers, mouth crushing against yours briefly before he reaches into the top drawer of his nightstand. Swallowing hard Eddie pulls out a condom from the waiting box in there, and is sliding between your soaked lips once it’s on. As he lines himself up, one hand cupping your face he promises, “one day, I’m gonna make you a Munson too.” 

With complete relish he watches your eyes widen at his words and then flutter closed as he sinks inside you, a deep groan escaping his chest. Your body arches against his and Eddie leans his head down to your shoulder as if in prayer, mumbling against the skin. His pace is slow but deep, filling you completely and feeling every little twitch of you around him. Deep groans leave your chest, your hands sliding down his bare back in such a sweet caress Eddie finds himself whining softly into your ear. His hands slide underneath your ass to pop your hips up more, angling himself deeper to make you cry out. 

“Fuck-Eddie,” you gasped against him, your mouth pressing wet and needy kissed along his shoulder while your thighs squeezed him around the waist. 

“Yeah babydoll? You like it?” It was fucking torture for him to fuck you so slow like this, to feel your heat around him so totally then leave it-only to plunge back in at the same pace but he could endure it if it meant a harder orgasm for you. Eddie could endure a lot of things to give you pleasure or even just to make you smile. His teeth graze your ear teasingly and then he’s pulling back and sitting up on his knees while still buried in you. 

He pushes back his bangs which are a bit sweaty now from his forehead and suddenly grins at you. 

“What?” You ask once you realize he’s grinning, wetting your lips a little. 

“Nothing, I just like watching your eyes wander…” Your gaze has gone from his face to his bicep and then down his chest, lingering on his tattoos. It made him feel warm inside to know you were visually struck by him. Watching you lustfully look at him gave him confidence like nothing else did. Eddie drags his hand down his chest and his lean stomach, his cock throbbing at the sight of you eagerly watching this movement. When he reaches between the two of you he lets a callused finger brush against your clit. 

You gasp, your body involuntarily pulsing around his cock making him lean his head back and moan. “Fuck…you feel so perfect.”

He shivered when your hand reached down to grasp at his hand on your thigh, stroking the top with your nails lightly. Goddammit you were so fucking good. You were twitching under his thumb and the gentle circle he was making with it and slowly, again making it torture for you both he began to pump in and out of your pussy. It was leaking out around him, coating him with so much slick it was becoming impossible for him to keep the torture up. Before he knew it Eddie was pushing inside faster, his thumb’s rotations becoming smaller and more focused where he knew you needed it.

The pace became desperate but not frantic-he still wants to drag it all out as best he can but you just feel too fucking good. So hot, so wet inside all for him. And your noises fuck the noises it was like you were in heaven with him inside you and it only spurred him on more. He leaned down and fucked your mouth with his tongue as he drove into you, and when you were so far gone you couldn’t kiss back his mouth assaulted your neck instead. He bit, sucked and made his mark all over both sides of your neck while praising you for taking him so well. 

“Shit-so good,” he panted into your ear as he tilted your hips up to make the angle deeper. “So good for me, god, baby I love it-I love you.”

You stuttered out that you loved him too and suddenly were moaning louder, your grip on his back tightening. “E-Eddie m-m’close,” you breathed, trying to pry your eyes open to see him. 

“Yeah? You wanna cum? Is that it? You wanna cum all over my cock huh?” Eddie pressed in fully and moved his free hand between the two of you to press on your lower stomach making you scream his name. “Cmon I wanna hear it. Can you ask me if you can cum? Can you?” 

One of your hands gripped at his hair then and tugged so deliciously hard he almost came right then. “C-can I cum baby,” you begged, your eyes open just enough to meet his. “Please? Fuck-pretty please can I? I need it so bad!” 

Goddammit he couldn’t deny you. He nodded and picked his pace back up, going so fast now that the sound of skin on skin in his tiny room was frankly obscene. Eddie watched as your breathing hitched higher and higher and you arched more off the bed. So close, so close you were making that cute face you did and your pussy was tightening around him and- 

Everything went white. You screamed his name and clamped down so hard on him his thrusts stuttered. Head tilted back to the ceiling Eddie yelled out your name without a thought to his neighbors; riding out the high while still rubbing at you, albeit a bit more lazily. You tap out when you can’t take anymore and he stops immediately. 

“Fuck…I came so hard” he says with a slight laugh, his breath coming in soft pants. “Your pussy is just too good. Like it was fuckin’ made for me. I couldn’t even last long enough for everything I’d planned...”  Not that it had at all been a waste.

You laugh from below him and pull on his hair gently to bring him down to you. He kisses you languidly, as if you both have all the time in the world. “I think it was,” you say against his lips. “Just for you…” 

“I’m a lucky guy, the luckiest guy in Hawkins.” 

“Mmmm I agree! We’re both lucky. Who else finds love so early?” You press your forehead to his and high him tight, pressing your chests together. 

Eddie lets out a soft sigh, burying his face in your neck and shrugs. “I’m just glad we did…”

***

Eventually he has to pull out of you. After some soft kisses he leaves the bed to throw the condom away and brings water and juice for you both. He has to take his hair from the bun as it had come loose from your tugging and he shakes it out. He fixes it and then takes the juice cup from you, draining the other half. He can feel your eyes on him and he turns his head slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Something catch your eye?” 

Your fingers reach out to touch the half crescents in his skin from your digging, dozens of them all over his back and you smile. “You of course. All of you. But I was thinking…what was all the stuff you had planned huh?” 

Eddie flushed a little and shrugged. “You know I just…I just wanted to last longer. Do more…stuff.” He grabs the water cup to have something to do and even as the icy cold water gives him a chill it’s not enough to break the heat of your gaze. 

“Stuff? Liiiiiike?” You prompted, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist and kissing on his shoulder softly. Goosebumps prickle along his skin and he swears he can feel your smile against him. 

“Well I…I wanted to do more positions. Really take my time with you more. Drag it out. I wanted…” Eddie looks over his shoulder at you, his gaze hot. “I wanted to wear you out so badly we’d both call out of school.” 

Even though he’d just cum he felt a twitch inside him at your reaction. Your mouth had opened slightly and you’d squirmed. He looked at you with interest, suddenly putting his glass on his nightstand and then pinning you to the bed yet again. Hands wrapped tightly around your wrists Eddie watched you wriggle beneath him with obvious want, a naughty smirk creeping onto his face. 

“Turned on again after all that? I love it… You think you could cum again for me?” 

“Mmmm…maybe after a little bit,” you confessed, biting your lip a little as you studied him. He hums, leaning down to drag his nose along yours and then along your cheek as he thinks. 

“Why don’t we rest a bit, and we’ll see what happens, Hm?” 

“Deal.” 

You snuggled up together under his covers and put your face in his neck, which made him smile into your hair. Together your breathing deepens and becomes more even, heart rates slowing almost in tandem. Before the curtain of darkness could fall over his eyes completely you asked, “Eddie? Did you mean it?” 

He grunts softly and he squeezes you a little tighter. “Mm?” 

“What you said…about making me a Munson?” 

Eddie pulled back, just enough to see your silhouette in the moonlight streaming through his window. Caressing your cheek with his thumb he murmurs, “Yeah sweetheart. I meant it with everything in me.” 

You sighed happily and nuzzled your way back into your spot in the crook of his neck. “Good. It’s a plan then. I love you Eddie.” 

Eddie kissed the top of your head and tangled your legs together, arms holding you tightly to him. 

“And I love you sweetheart…” 

As sleep overcomes Eddie he has one last thought, and that’s what it would be like to have you handcuffed to a bed frame, with one of his rings on your left ring finger. 

part 3-

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[buggy-samaaa]

S/I Part 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

A few days pass and I’m still too scared to sleep, everyone hates me so much. I’m completely dead inside because of my lack of sleep. I walk around like a zombie, and my eyes so puffy I can hardly see.

Me: G…Guhh…

Buggy: Yikes, what the hell? You look like death walking.

Me: Gghhh… so.  t i r e d *rubs eyes, somehow making them puffier* End me…

Buggy: Why haven’t you been sleeping?? Are you still scared of the crew?

Me: Not scared. Cautious. Guh

Buggy: *looks concerned* You seriously need to get some sleep. I’m worried :( *blanches and furrows his brows to hide his concern* >:( b-because now you won’t be able to draw people properly

Me: I’ll just… *yawn* say it’s a new act… “how much of you can I draw before I fall asleep”… *falls forward* Zzz

Buggy: Whoa! *catches me and stands me back up* Mo, go to bed.

Me: Nooo… They’re gonna prank me… Zzz *falls forward again*

Buggy: Gah! *catches me again, stands me up* They’re not gonna prank you! Go to sleep!

Me: *slaps my face to wake up* Huff, okay. Okay. But who’s gonna do my duties for the day?

Buggy: Don’t worry about that, just go, for fuck’s sake. You’re an eyesore. Literally. You should see your eyes right now. *pushes me to the crew’s quarters* I’m not leaving until you get into the hammock.

Me: *sighs* Alright, alright… *starts to lift off my shirt by the hem, to undress for bed*

Buggy: GAH! *turns away, blushing*

Me: Eheheheh gotcha. I’m not gonna undress. *puts shirt back down and climbs into my hammock* *yawns and curls up*

Buggy: *growls, still blushing* Don’t do that! I’m your captain!

Me: Sorry, haha. I’ll never undress again.

Buggy: No, stupid, you can undress, you just—

Me: Oh okay *starts to undress*

Buggy: GAH!! *turns away and blushes more*

Me: Eheheheh gotcha again

Buggy: GO TO SLEEP *slams door shut*

—

I sleep all day and night and wake up the next morning with a great idea. I run into Buggy in the galley during breakfast.

Me: Captain, do you have a minute?

Buggy: *chomping food* Yeah what

Me: I thought of a solution! A way for the crew and I to get along!

Buggy: *chomp, chomp* Let’s hear it

Me: I audition for everybody, to earn my place on the crew. And they decide if that audition is good enough.

Buggy: *swallows* What if they say no?

Me: That’s a risk I have to take, I guess.

Buggy: But… what if they say no, though?

Me: Than I’d be out of here.

Buggy: I don’t like this idea, I think I should be the one to decide whether you stay.

Me: If you did that, they’d find a way to say it was a mistake, or unfair, or that you just think I’m cute.

Buggy: *panicked* I DON’T THINK THAT

Me: Huh? You’ve literally called me cute before. You said, “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

Buggy: *still panicked* I DIDN’T S— I WAS— IT WAS A JOKE!!!

Me: Damn, okay, I get it.

Buggy: N-Not that you’re ugly!! You’re not! I just— gahhhh

Me: *sighs* Let’s get back to the matter at hand. Audition. Here are my thoughts: *I tell Buggy my ideas for the audition so he can tell me his opinions.*

Buggy: *steeples fingers in front of him* Okay, hear me out.

Me: Yeah?

Buggy: What if they say no

Me: *grabby hands as if I want to throttle him* *sighs and retreats* Look, to have *any* chance of getting along with this crew, I have to prove myself, and that means taking a big risk! That’s just the way it’s gotta be. Okay?

Buggy: *sinks in chair and crosses arms, pouting* …okay.

Me: THANK you. Alright. Good. I better go practice.

—

The next day, everyone’s been informed of my audition, happening that evening. It’s taking place on the deck, and I’m in the middle with my easel, surrounded by the crew.

Buggy: Ladies, gentleman, and the rest of ya, welcome to the OFFICIAL AUDITION for Mo’s place on the crew!

The crew: *scattered applause*

Buggy: *glares*

The crew: WOOO YEAH! *clapping eagerly*

Buggy: Tonight, they’ll be performing a feat unlike any other! Drawing a portrait in 30 seconds!

The crew: *murmur*

Buggy: And…! After only two seconds of seeing the subject!

The crew: *murmur, murmur*

Buggy: AND…! ~BLINDFOLDED…~

The crew: *murmur! murmur, murmur!*

Buggy: *excited that they sound impressed* *gives me a thumbs up*

Me: *gives him a shaky thumbs up back*

Buggy: Whooo will my finger land onnnn *spins around with his eyes closed, pointing* Eenie, meenie, miney… YOU! *opens eyes, finger has landed on Mohji* Get up there!

Mohji: *walks to the spotlight, which is in front of me*

My eyes are closed, so I don’t know that it’s Mohji yet. Buggy comes up behind me with a blindfold.

Buggy, whispering: You got this, peanut gallery.

Me: Phoo… here we go. *I open my eyes and look at Mohji, which Buggy counts out for 2 seconds, then he blindfolds me.*

Buggy: THIRTY! TWENTY-NINE! TWENTY-EIGHT! *directs the crew to continue counting down*

The crew: *continues the count*

Soon, the end of the countdown is reached. I remove my blindfold and see that I actually did pretty good! It’s a caricature, not a serious portrait, but it’s still fairly impressive, as everything is in the right place and it resembles Mohji. I look back at the crew with a nervous smile. But… no one’s applauding. I see that Buggy has motioned for silence.

Buggy: Now, for the moment of truth.*he moves his hands behind his back, where I can see his fingers are crossed for luck* Applaud if you want Mo to pass their audition. *his fingers cross a little tighter*

The crew: *hesitates… then… everyone applauds! Some a little half-heartedly, but still!*

Buggy: *turns to me and gives me a big grin and claps* Take a bow!

Me: *grins back* *bows*

That night, I’m no longer scared of sleeping in my own hammock. The crew isn’t quite buddy-buddy with me, but there is a lot less tension than before, and some even give me half-smiles when we pass each other.

—

The next week or so, Buggy and I have breakfast together, just to chat. It’s become a routine. Sometimes other crew members will join us at the table, but Buggy usually seems a little miffed when it’s not just me and him. I don’t really understand why that is, but other crew members think it’s obvious…

One night, I over hear them talking to one another in the crew’s quarters.

Vakky: We have to talk about it

Bets: About *what,* Vakky…

Vakky: You fucking know. You-know-who and the captain

Hewitt: *mimes drawing, looking curious*

Vakky: Yes, that person.

Hewitt: *nods and makes a lewd gesture, grinning*

Bets: Hewitt, shut up

Hewitt: *silent laughter*

Me: *listening intently, pretending to be asleep, wondering who “you-know-who” is*

Vakky: They are totally *also makes the lewd gesture*

Bets: I don’t want to hear about this…

Ji: What are you guys talking about?

Hewitt: *mimes drawing to represent me, then makes an illusion of removing her finger to represent Buggy, then makes the lewd gesture once more*

Ji: Oh, yeah, no shit

Bets: Can we stop??

Thatchko: Are you jealous or something?

Bets: No.

Yoya: She looks jealous to me. But the question is. which of them is she jealous of? *has a snide look*

Bets: Definitely neither of them. *turns around to go to sleep, angrily*

Thatchko: Kekeke. What’s y’all’s opinion of them being an item, anyway?

Hewitt: *so-so gesture*

Vakky: Cute.

Yoya: Weird.

Ji: Cute and weird.

Bets: Don’t give a shit

Thatchko: Well, I think it’s too predictable. Who else would the captain fall for other than his biggest fan?

Me: o_o

Ji: Haha, that’s true. We should have seen it coming a mile away. Especially when they asked for his autograph.

Me: O_O >_< *trying really hard to fall asleep because I don’t know how to handle the idea that Buggy, the hottest thing since sliced bread, could possibly like me back* *thoughts race through my head, of our dinner-and-a-show “not-date” where we pretended to be a couple, of our breakfasts together, of his support of me against his own crew, how nervous he was that the crew may not accept my audition, of sharing wine and butting heads and holding hands and blushing back and forth* *starts to hyperventilate*

Yoya: Do you guys hear that?

Me: *clasps hands over my mouth*

Bets: The sound of y’all continuing to talk even though people are trying to sleep? Was that what you heard?

Yoya: *sighs at her* Whatever, it stopped now. …Actually, yeah, I should hit the hay.

The rest of them: *mumbles of agreement* *they all go to sleep*

Me: *exhales shakily* *waits until I hear snoring, then gets out of my hammock and leaves the room to climb up to the crow’s nest where I can look at the night sky and think*

—

In the crow’s nest, I cuddle up with a blanket and look at the stars, trying to clear my head. Then I hear walking on the deck below. I peek over the side out of curiosity and see that it’s Buggy, pacing and talking to himself.

Buggy: It’s simple. It’s so simple. All you have to do is say, “Want to go on a date?” That is all. End of story. *huffs out a short breath* You pretty much went on one before, even though it was a trade and not a real date, but you held hands! You’re, like, halfway there already! It’s not! Hard! *sighs* Then again, we were both drunk as shit… *holds head in his hands* Ggghh… *puts hands in front of him* Okay, here’s the plan. Tomorrow. Breakfast. I ask. They’ll say yes, obviously, and then it’s a done deal. *bites knuckles* …If I’m sure they’re gonna say yes… why am I so scared?? *stops biting, detaches one of his hands and points it at himself* Because you’re a shitty little coward! They probably don’t even like you back! *bites knuckles again* Damn, I have a point… *growls and scratches at his hair wildly* *exhales* *stops pacing and goes to his room*

Me: *blinks dazedly* The FUCK is happening tonight.

#oc x canon #s/i x buggy #mo x buggy #buggy the clown #my fic

[sw4tch]

Ok so About The Yearning

Actually i don't have a lot to say about it. I just feel empty lately and that's just how things are.

I keep wondering if this is all there is to life. And maybe it is? You wanted a quiet life, didn't you? Then, this is How You Live A Quiet Life.

That's mean. Don't be mean to me.

Sigh. I don't know, i wish i knew more people. Wish i had more people to hang out with. To talk with. To go out and watch a movie with.

Like, dunno, i want to feel like I'm doing something fun with my life instead of hiding away in one tiny little room as always.

Man, if i was back in the city, I'd be a riot. There's so much to do in the city.

Here i gotta have a car if i want to go ANYWHERE and i hate it. Which is funny bcus this place is a city too???????? Why is EVERYTHING so far away from each other. If i wanna go to costco i gotta drive for 40 minutes. Back home i could walk there in 15 minutes. Jeez.

I guess I'm annoyed at how caged it makes me feel. I'm free but also I'm not. I mean I'm not free but what can you do, u know?

Sigh.

Maybe I'm bitter.

I had a manic incident this weekend and i am struggling to shake it off. I still feel buzzing and feel ready to be reckless and destroy my life into tiny little pieces-

But you know. I have learned self restrain so i can only rationalize with myself and breathe in and out.

And yearn! Lol

Anyway.

I'm planning a vacation to europe now. Gonna burn all this stupid little money i have. Gotta enjoy life a little. My american visa won't get here until 2 years so i have given up on visiting the north americas. It's not worth it. Nothing will ever be.

I haven't planned my vacation yet. I just said i would. But i haven't opened the websites yet. I have visited the websites for the past 3 weeks and all they have given me has been grief.

But europe might be different. Maybe i can go hiking and get lost and become a fun true crime case. Get taken by the faerie or whatever.

Fuck.

Sorry.

I'm manic. Or sad. Or both. But i am full of energy and i want to feel alive because if i feel alive then maybe i won't feel like tearing my ribs apart.

So i gotta breathe. In and Out.

If you were watching me from an outside perspective, you wouldn't even know that I'm going through it. Which is fun.

Living a quiet life as a quiet person with a quiet heart.

I want to be noisy and annoying and LOUD and the person that interrupts you mid sentence BECAUSE THEY NEED TO BE HEARD RIGHT NOW.

But I'll never be. I never have things i want others to hear. My love life? My problems? My annoyances? My opinions? Why would anyone care about those.

They're not interesting to say outloud. That's fine. It's understandable. It's not anyone's fault.

I wish i had more money to have a more interesting life. Rich people can afford to be interesting.

What can i do, other than stay inside and look out the window and dream of traveling the world to fill the empty space in my soul.

I had a nightmare today.

I haven't had nightmares in almost a year. But i had one today.

I was going to be late to my flight. I had 30 minutes to get to the airport.

But the drive there would take me 30 minutes already. And i realized that i wouldn't make it anyway, because you have to be there 2 hours earlier to register your bags.

And i was so stressed.

Other stuff happened. Which i don't remember. But anyway i ended up in a sexually violent part of my dream. I woke up disgusted. The scenario repeats again and again, one of the worst parts of my life just always comes back to me in nightmares. Why wouldn't it, right?

I don't know why i had this nightmare.

It might be obvious right?

But no matter how sad I've been while living here, my dreams have been either empty or pleasant.

What hurt me so badly to have a nightmare? And after such a good day too? I went to the mall with my friends and had fun.

Why did i dream about the flight ticket and about that?

This emptiness will eat me up alive, is that what you're saying?

I guess I got sad. Thinking about how truly alone I am.

Which is ridiculous, you know? I have friends.

But deep inside i understand that does not matter. I have no one that will take care of me in the ways that matter. No safety net, no home to come back to.

I have no home.

I have no home.

I don't have a family that loves me.

So why bother. Why bother. What's all this song and dance for? This stupid performance for?

For me. It's for me. And for you, always for you.

C'mon. C'mon. Snap out of it. I'm tired of the routine in which i come home and pretend to forget how empty my life is. No. Snap out of it.

Don't cry.

I know, it's hard.

I don't have good words of encouragement for you this time around. Have you gotten tired of me too?

No. I just don't know how to comfort you with words you'd believe.

What words would I believe?

I love you. I love you. I love you.

That's why I work so hard, yes? Our savings are for us. For you to enjoy. For you to have something at the end of the world.

But. Please keep them. Please don't do reckless things.

Why wasn't i made for fairytale romances?

I don't know. That's my honest answer.

But I'd love for you to have one. I can't promise you that one day it'll come. We're too reclusive and closed off for them, maybe. But.

Well, i love you. Isn't that enough?

I don't know.

I can still try.

So, just breathe. Breathe. Write. And breathe.

You're only human you know? These kinds of things happen.

Please wait for a good opportunity to come before you burn our savings. Sadly, vacations weren't made for us.

You'll just burn your money and get nothing out of it.

"Memories" hah, you know our memory is bad and forgets the essence of those special moments. So unless you travel with a photographer, you won't even get to have those memories for yourself.

Just putting it out there, love.

Love, what a nice word.

Anyway. That's the plan, yes? Keep your savings. Don't spend much. Go to the cinema sometimes.

That's it. Sorry we can go anywhere. But hey, maybe one day things will be easier.

Unsatisfactory plan, i see.

Sure, but we're looking out for the one we love.

Our beloved, right, right. Snaily of the future.

If we stay strong, maybe they'll get to have an easier time in the future.

What's the future like? I hope it's good.

We can only hope.

Right.

Well, at least i stopped crying.

Thank you. Thank you.

I love you, i love you, i love you. Please stay strong. Stay strong. Stay strong.

#snaily blabber #v en t

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Heeey! Can I request for the Father of Mine universe? Something along the lines of hickeys, maybe smeared lipstick all over their faces at an event, family dinner or something like that?

“Just skip it and stay here with me,” Jason offered as he leaned against the bathroom frame, shirtless and with his arms crossed.

He had been watching Y/N get ready for at least 15 minutes.

She was currently putting on blood red lipstick that went perfectly with her black winged eyeliner.

Jason wasn’t a big lipstick guy – mostly because it prevented him from kissing his girlfriend the way he wanted to. But he couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly sexy.

“I can’t. I promised Bruce,” Y/N explained as she looked at him through the mirror.

“There will always be other charity events,” he answered with a roll of his eyes.

But he’d had enough of keeping his distance and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He started peppering kisses on her shoulders since her dress was leaving the skin completely exposed and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You know,” she began, “you could always come with me.”

Jason stopped his kissing.

“Guess that’s a no?” Y/N sighed with a shy grin.

But she didn’t really care.

Y/N understood that Jason hated these events. To be honest, she might hate them just as much. But Bruce kept asking her and she tried to go when she could. Sometimes she needed breaks and her father understood that.

Jason ignored her question and his hands started roaming heatedly across her body.

“Don’t even think about it,” Y/N warned, immediately pushing him away.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Jason laughed innocently.

“Not yet,” she spun around and pointed at him. “But you were going to!”

“And is that so bad?” He asked with a crooked smirk.

“It is when I’m running late. And the reason I’m late is because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me an hour ago.”

Jason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. “I didn’t exactly hear any complaints…”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing and shook her head.

No, there had definitely been absolutely no complaints from her.

“I won’t be there long,” Y/N promised.

Then she brushed past him and walked into the giant walk-in closet.

Barely even glancing at all the shoes, she grabbed a pair that matched her dress.

“Can we order pizza or something when I get back? I’ll be starving.” Y/N asked mindlessly as she slipped the shoes on, using the wall to balance herself.

Jason didn’t even realize he was staring.

But how could he not?

The dress was simple. Just a little black dress. It was a charity event after all. But it fit Y/N like a glove, hugging her in all the right places.

Her heels were at least 4 inches, putting her eye level with Jason – if not a tiny bit taller. She would be above the majority of men at the event, except for probably a small handful.

“What?” Y/N asked self consciously. “Too tall?”

“No such fucking thing,” Jason quickly answered.

Y/N usually wasn’t self conscious about her height. She kind of had to get over that back in high school when she was taller than most of the boys in her grade.

But that didn’t mean she completely stopped having slip-ups. Slip-ups that involved questioning her heels or outfit.

Thankfully, Jason was quick to remedy such situations.

“You just look so beautiful,” Jason added as he stepped forward and grabbed her hips possessively.

Y/N kissed him. “Thank you.”

But she opened her mouth to give another warning.

“You’re gonna be late,” Jason spoke for her. “I know. I know.”

Y/N tried not to laugh at her boyfriends desperation as she grabbed her clutch.

“Remember: pizza!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

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Bruce and Damian were waiting for Y/N at the venue.

Dick and Tim skipped, going to these things less and less as they became fully grown men with lives of their own.

“Thank you for coming,” Bruce greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/N was about to turn her attention to Damian and give him a hug.

“What the hell is on your neck!?” The boy cried out before she could.

She blinked in surprise, completely unaware of what her half brother was talking about. Self-consciously, her hand went to the sides of her neck, not sure what she should be hiding.

“Can Todd not keep his hands to himself for 30 seconds?” Damian growled.

That’s when it clicked.

Y/N had a hickey on her neck.

“Damian, lower your voice,” Bruce warned his son.

Meanwhile, Y/N started feeling hot from embarrassment.

“Father, make him stop,” Damian whined.

To her surprise, Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Damian, Y/N is a grown woman in a relationship. She can do as she pleases.”

It was the right answer, but Y/N was still sweating from the embarrassment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she quickly mumbled, before disappearing to the nearest bathroom.

But Y/N swore she heard Bruce continuing to scold Damian for his rudeness and for embarrassing her.

When she reached the bathroom, she lifted her head to see that she very much did have a hickey on her neck. It was perfectly hidden in the shadow of her jaw, which was why she hadn’t noticed it while getting ready. If she had, she would’ve put 5 layers of makeup on it to make sure her family didn’t notice.

Thankfully, she brought some cover up with her and quickly started going to work.

After 10 minutes, it was invisible and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

She pulled out her cellphone, glaring at it as if were her boyfriend.

“You better start behaving. Damian and Bruce just found a hickey on my neck. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” Y/N texted to Jason.

“Who cares?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he’d answer with that.

“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer not remind my father and younger brother that I do in fact have a sex life.”

“A healthy, satisfied, and passionate sex life *,” Jason corrected.

Before she could respond, he texted again with, “Did you cover it up?”

“Obviously.”

“What a shame. Maybe it would’ve kept the spoiled rich boys away from you.”

“You’re on thin ice, Jason Todd.”

“Ooo. I love it when you use the full name. Gets me all hot and bothered.”

Y/N sighed and tossed her phone back into her clutch.

She’d given up on making Jason feel any bit of sympathy. That man would never feel guilty about showing the world how obsessed he was with her.

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Jason was reading on the couch when Y/N returned home.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted before returning to reading his book.

“Ugh. I drank too much champagne. I have the worst headache.”

“I’ll order some pizza,” Jason offered and pulled out his phone.

Y/N sighed in relief when she took off her heels and then she collapsed on the couch, laying her head on Jason’s lap as he placed their order.

Without thinking, his free hand when to her head and started massaging it, hoping it would help with her migraine.

“Hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed. “That feels better.”

“Order has been placed,” he confirmed.

“Thank you.”

“Arrives in 30 minutes.”

She didn’t say anything, knowing exactly where he was going with it.

“What could we possibly do with 30 minutes?” Jason teased as he inched closer to her face.

She opened her eyes and giggled up at him.

“Ya know, I heard that sex helps cure migraines…”

“Does not!” Y/N yelled out.

Before she could argue with him further, his lips shut her up real quick.

For as large as Jason was, he managed to maneuver his body very gracefully, until he was hovering above Y/N while she lay comfortably on the couch.

“You look beautiful with lipstick,” Jason said it as if it was law. “But I like it even more when I ruin it,” he added with an almost evil smirk.

It was hard for Y/N to have a clever quip when he said things like that to her.

“How about I mark you up even more?” He threatened.

“Jason…” she warned.

But they both knew Y/N was pretending to be annoyed by it – or against it. When in reality, she kind of loved how obsessed Jason was with the idea.

Just when Jason hiked Y/N's dress up and was tracing her legs, someone cleared their throat.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and actually growled. Then he quickly lowered Y/N’s dress and tried to make her modest again.

Y/N covered her face and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me Bruce is not standing at the window right now.”

Jason smirked. “And Damian.”

Y/N pushed her boyfriend off of her and sat up to face them.

There stood Batman and Robin.

Tonight was just not her night.

“You have lipstick smeared all over you,” Damian pointed out to Jason smugly.

“I’d say one day you’d see the appeal, but I’m struggling to imagine anyone ever having that kind of interest in you,” Jason shot back.

“Jason!” Y/N scolded in a yell.

Then she quickly turned to Damian with a sympathetic look, “Dami, he didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I did,” Jason corrected. “What do you guys want?”

“Red Robin is missing,” Bruce stated darkly.

“So…go find him,” Jason replied.

“We need your help,” Bruce clarified.

Jason groaned and rubbed his face. “Fine. But we’re setting some fucking ground rules from now on. I’m sick of you guys invading our personal space. We have a door for a reason. Use it.”

Bruce just nodded.

Then he looked down at Damian and with a glare, got him to nod, too.

“I gotta change,” Jason told them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Y/N followed him into their bedroom, to give them a moment of privacy.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge of their bed.

“They spent all night with you and now they have the balls to interrupt?” Jason shot back. “And I want my damn pizza.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I promise I’ll save you some.”

Jason was in his full gear now, Red Hood helmet tucked under his arm.

He took in a deep breath, tension easing off of him as he saw how cute she was looking up from the bed at him. Her lipstick was half off her lips, but she still looked beautiful.

“Promise you’ll be careful,” her tone was nothing but serious.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jason dismissed as he leaned down at kissed her.

"And be nice to Damian."

"Never."

Jason went back to the living room where Bruce and Damian waited.

“You might want to rub some of that off,” Bruce mumbled as he turned and jumped on the window.

Jason glared at Batman’s back as he reluctantly rubbed Y/N’s lipstick off his mouth with his gloved hand.

Then he looked at Damian. “Say another word about it and I'll skin you alive.”

Damian gave him a dirty look, “I’m not scared of you.”

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Nothing But a Bet - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, cursing, sexual mentions

Summary: Bakugou and his friends were just joking around! Nobody expected Bakugou to fall in love! But what’ll happen when Y/N finds out she started off as nothing but a piece of a game to her boyfriend.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but Bakugou sure is glad with the way things turned out.

About 11 months ago, Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero were messing around. The boys were making bets but once Kaminari had gone too far on the one he offered Bakugou, Kirishima called it quits and decided to back out of their little game.

Kaminari had dared Bakugou to ask out new girl on a date, be with her for a week, and not fall in love. Seemed like a simple bet. Y/N L/N, the new student, was very pretty. She was an incredible fighter but Bakugou didn’t know her enough to even call her a friend yet. All he had to do was date her for a week and not catch feelings? Seemed simple enough. And besides, if he won he would be getting Denki as a personal assistant for a month, getting him anything he wants. Bakugou was in.

The bet was simple. So simple! So how could Bakugou have failed? He couldn’t help it. Y/N was just so...perfect. She was kind and compassionate, but she also had poison on her tongue and always stood her ground. She was strong and gorgeous, and she was patient and always listened to Katsuki to help him with whatever. Throughout the first week, she was always there for Katsuki and even though she didn’t always give him what he wanted, she gave him what he needed, and that’s when he realized he needed her.

So after the first week of Bakugou and Y/N together as a couple came another..and another...and another..and another. Weeks turned to months and those months turned into almost a whole year. The couple has been dating for 11 months and was waiting for their 1 year anniversary to come right around the corner.

Bakugou was completely whipped for Y/N. He waited on her, hand and foot, and treated her like the queen she is. He loved her with his entire being and just being around the girl made him a better, happier person. He went through all the steps in a young relationship with Y/N. They were each other’s first love, first kiss, first date, first everything! Even their first time! Yup, Bakugou and Y/N had both lost their v-cards to each other and it was a night Bakugou would never forget.

And now here we are! The day of their anniversary! Y/N and Bakugou woke up in each other’s arms in Bakugou’s dorm room.

“Good morning Suki,” Y/N said with love laced in her voice. Bakugou was awake but kept his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead to Y/N’s temple and just smiled.

“G’morning Princess,” he then pecked her cheek, “happy one year,” he softly said. He pulled you in closer and you giggled at his sleepy state. You both shared a quick peck and Bakugou finally opened his eyes to stare at his beautiful princess.

“So! What’re we gonna do today?” Y/N asked with glee. As Bakugou opened his mouth to answer, his phone rang and you both looked towards it. Bakugou growled and rolled his eyes as he reached for his phone to answer. He sighed before he spoke.

“Hello?......what?! .....ugh, today of all days?” He said and looked towards Y/N with sad eyes, “C’mon! I got plans for today....no I know but-....*sigh* fine. I’ll be there in an hour.” He hung up the phone and tossed it to his night stand and he frustratingly tucked his head in Y/N’s neck and growled.

“Sooo....plans are canceled?” You said with a little hint of disappointment. Bakugou looked at you with a regretful eyes as he softly spoke.

“I’m sorry Princess, Aizawa’s calling me and Kirishima in for extra training. He planned this months ago and I told him not to put me on for today but I guess he forgot. If I don’t go in today then I don’t get to go in at all and it puts me behind. I’m sorry Y/N,” he said apologetically.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, Love. I get it, and it’s fine. We’re hero trainees, we gotta be at our best,” you said with a smile. Bakugou smiled at your grin and was thankful he had someone as understanding as you. “What time should you be back?”

“Uhh, probably around 9 tonight,” he sadly said.

“Oh wow...that’s a long time,” you said with a little sadness.

“Yeah I know, and I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll make it up to you!” Bakugou said. He felt so bad for missing your anniversary but he had to do what he had to do.

“It’s fine Suki. You said you’d be back at 9, so that’s when we’ll celebrate.” You offered.

“Baby, the dorm’s curfew is 10. What’re we gonna do for an hour outside?” He asked.

“Who said we had to leave the dorms to celebrate our anniversary? I could set something up here in one of our rooms and when you get back, we can celebrate. Just you and me, all night.” Bakugou smiled at his creative girlfriend. He was so blessed. He held you closer and covered your face in kisses as you giggled away. He loves the sound of your laugh and voice and craves to hear it all the time.

“Okay then, but I still want to make it up to you,” Bakugou bargained. Y/N only smiled and rolled her eyes at her stubborn boyfriend.

“Fine. I’m not complaining,” you laughed and Bakugou followed. He kissed you one last time before he got up and got ready. You stayed in his bed a bit longer and waited till he got out of his shower to leave to your own dorm to get ready. You both couldn’t wait for tonight!

*Timeskip*

It’s was 8:30 and Bakugou would be back soon and you both agreed to have your celebration in your room so that when Bakugou gets back, he can get ready. You set up your room perfectly. A table in the middle, a few candles, a few roses. Petals scattering the floor and his anniversary gift on your bed. You spent all day in the dormitory kitchen making spicy gyoza, seaweed salad, miso soup, and a variety of sushi. The room looked amazing and so did you! Your makeup was top notch and you wore a gorgeous maroon red dress that hugged your body. It was tightly hanging off your shoulders and the length went down to your upper thigh. You wore a skinny black choker and a gold necklace. You finished off your look with black strappy heels. It was a little chilly so you opted for a black leather jacket and honestly it pulled the whole look together.

You sat on your bed as you waited for Katsuki to come back but decided it was time to set the table. You brought the food and utensils, the plates and cups, and went back to get a pitcher of ice water. As you returned and placed the pitcher on the table, you went to close the door but heard Kaminari and Sero down the hall.

“Can you believe Bakugou and Y/N lasted this long?” Sero said. You got curious as to why they were randomly speaking of you both and listened in.

“I know right! It’s their one year today and they have me to thank for it!” Kaminari said in a boastful voice. “It was all thanks to my bet that Kacchan even asked her out in the first place.”

Your eyes went wide as you continued to listen. “What?” You whispered to yourself.

“True. And to think it all started out as a bet.” The boys laughed and joked around as they said they were happy for their friend but you shut the door and pressed your body against it. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your sobs and let the tears fall to the ground.

“I’m nothing but a bet.”

—

Minutes passed and Bakugou texted you that he was in his dorm getting ready. You didn’t reply. You fixed your makeup to look a little normal but nothing could hide the fury and heartache in your eyes. You waited a few for Katsuki to walk through the doors and the time finally arrived

“Happy anniversary babe!” Bakugou said as he walked through the doors. He was holding his gift for you and was wearing a maroon red button up that matched your dress. He rolled up the sleeves and unbutton the top. He wore a silver chain with black jeans and black boots. He put on his watch and you weren’t gonna lie, he looked insanely handsome, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from doing what you had to.

“You look hot,” he said as he smirked and looked you up and down. You stood and gave a quick smile before letting it drop once more but Katsuki didn’t notice. As you kept your gaze to the now very interesting ground, Katsuki made his way over to you. He stood very close and he attempted to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in for a kiss but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him. “Uh? Baby? What’s wrong?” He nervously laughed out.

“....Bakugou we need to talk,” you calmly said but held back all the anger and sadness you were feeling. You pushed Bakugou back a little and he placed the gift down on the table. He looked at you with a confused face before he spoke.

“Bakugou? Baby, it’s Katsuki. Suki? Your Suki. Are you alright?” He asked with a worried voice. You laughed at his confusion. He really didn’t get it. He really didn’t understand that this was the end for you both. An uncomfortable silence rang through the room and you bit your lip in nervousness before you spoke.

“.....How could you?....I gave you my everything and it was all a lie! You were my first everything Katsuki! My first kiss, my first love. ...Oh my god I can’t believe I actually slept with you!” You said with a soft broken voice as your arms held your body and you looked towards the ground in regret. Bakugou was confused but seeing your sad form made him so upset. And hearing that you regret the times you both made love to each other broke him. He was worried for you and he ran to you to give you a hug but you pushed him away again.

“Baby-“

“Stop calling me that!”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You finally snapped your eyes up to face his as you looked at him with angry eyes and pools of tears as they streamed down your face.

“I’m nothing but a bet to you!” You screamed. Bakugou’s face went into shock as his eyes went wide and an open frown appeared on his face. You found out. You fucking found out but who the hell told you. Who the fuck ruined his perfect relationship?!

“Who-...who told you?” He asked with an angry, sad, shaken voice. You rolled your eyes as you noticed that after what you told him, that was what he was worried about.

“Does it matter?! Is it true or not?! ....did you really use me for a bet?” You asked with a broken heart. Bakugou bit his lip as he contemplated lying to you and moving on from this to keep his relationship, or telling you the truth in hopes that his understanding girlfriend would understand and stay with him. Both options were risky but he went for the latter.

“Yes..it’s true. You started off as a bet,” Bakugou watched as you looked around and threw your arms, shrugged your shoulders, and let them drop again. Your body just screamed “I knew it,” as he watched you with fear but continued. “But that doesn’t mean what I feel for you isn’t real!”

“How am I supposed to trust that?!” You screamed.

“Please! Please just trust me! Y/N I love you! I do, I swear! I was an idiot to place that bet but I didn’t expect myself to actually fall in love with you!” Bakugou heard what he said and cringed as he realized he basically just said he didn’t think it would be possible for him to fall in love with you. You looked at him in offense and hurt as he quickly spoke up again. “No, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it like tha-“

“Bakugou! Stop......just get out.” You calmly said but Bakugou felt his heart shattering.

“W-what? Y/N you can’t be serious. ...Can we at least talk about this first, please!” Bakugou said as he tried to grab your hand but you quickly yanked it out of his reach.

“No! Bakugou-“

“It’s Katsuki!”

“We’re done!” And there it was. Bakugou’s felt his entire world crumbling as his tears flowed down his face like twin rivers.

“P-please! You can’t do this!” Bakugou screamed as he ran to you and wrapped you in his arms. He let his head fall into your neck but you pushed at him and demanded he let you go. “Please don’t leave me! Please! I’m s-sorry! I can make it up to you, I promise just don’t leave!”

“Bakugou, let me go!” You said as your own tears fell and you pushed at his chest. Each time you got closer to getting him off, his hold tightened and he pulled you closer.

“No! Y/N please don’t do this to us!” He begged.

“Bakugou there is no ‘us’ anymore so let me go!” You demanded.

“Please! There’s nothing I can say to fix it! You started out as part of a bet, I’ll admit it, but I ended up falling in love with you, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever done! I spent a year of my life with you and I wanna spend so much more! Please! You can’t leave me!” Another silence came upon the room. You stopped fighting due to exhaustion and Bakugou just continued to cry in your neck as he continued to hold you tight. His pleas and cried fell upon deaf ears as you already made up your mind.

“....I hate you.” You whispered as you let harsh tears seep out. Bakugou remained unphased and just assumed it was your pain speaking.

“I love you.” He quietly said. “Please just give me another chance to make this right,” he begged.

You felt Bakugou’s grip loosen and that’s when you quickly took the opportunity to use your quirk and push him off. Your quirk pressed him against the wall and kept him there.

“Hey! Y/N! What are you doing!? Let me go! Please!” He cried out as he watched you grab a blanket, a pillow, sleeping clothes and makeup remover. You’ll sleepover in Mina’s room if Bakugou won’t leave your room. “Please Princess! Don’t leave! I can fix this if you give me another chance! Im begging you to stay! I’m sorry! Please stay!”

“Since you won’t leave, I will. We’re done Bakugou,” you said as you got in his face. You noticed his shaky voice and frantic eyes as he searched your soul to see if you were serious. His mouth hung open slightly as he shook his head ‘no’ in disbelief. “From now on, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, don’t even look at me! I hate you.” You said and walked out of your room and slammed the door. Katsuki fought against the restraints and once you got far enough, you released your quirk and Bakugou quickly ran out the room to look for you. But he didn’t see any sight of you and so he went back inside you room. He locked himself in there and cried.

He cried and begged that the whole thing was just a bad dream and he would wake up any minute now. But this wasn’t a dream. And Bakugou had really just lost the one he loved. He looked at the room and everything you set up. He cried as he looked around and felt so sorry for both you and him. That night, he slept in your room on your bed, crying. He didn’t even bother to change or anything. He just wanted to escape this new reality.

“Please come back Teddy Bear....I’m sorry.”

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hii dear! I’m sorry for requesting again but everything you write is just *chefs kiss*

so my idea is a bucky barnes fluff one shot where reader takes him to a record shop and then for ice cream afterwards with the prompts

‘Please don’t leave me alone.’ and ‘It’s just an ice cream cone.’

thank you for considering dear !! thanks again xx

Saturday Afternoon

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: N/A, just super fluffy <3

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I'm so glad you enjoy my writing, thank you so much - i hope I did this one just as well!

Masterlist

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“A record shop?” Bucky asked as you two walked hand-in-hand down the street. “Those things really still exist?”

You giggled, "You had record stores back in your day?"

Bucky shrugged. "There were a few in the area. I haven’t been to one since then but I read they’ve gotten quite popular over the years."

"They’ve had their ups and downs," you said. "But I’ve always adored them."

You two continued your way down the street, hands connected and arms swinging. You hadn’t initially told Bucky that morning where you were dragging him, opting to wait until you were already on your way. All you had explained was that you wanted to go shopping and thought he might enjoy it as well. A bit suspicious but he eventually agreed. When you eventually revealed it, your assumption on his excitement was correct.

It was no secret to you that Bucky enjoyed music — well, music from his time. He’d tolerate the alternate and rock vinyls you liked to play but when it came down to it, the man could sometimes be stuck in his era. You had learned, though, that he was having a hard time finding the music he remembered.

You tried showing him streaming services like Spotify but he claimed it didn’t "sound the same" — you just about rolled your eyes at his old-fashioned talk and instead turned your attention to tracking down records from that time. After a bit of hunting via the internet, you were surprised to find the record store you frequented carried albums from back in Bucky’s time.

So, that’s where you were dragging him now on a lovely Saturday afternoon. You thought you could make a whole day of it: browse some records then stop in at the ice cream shop next door. They hand-churned it all and everything, it was delightful, and you were quite surprised you had never thought to take Bucky to this area. From the looks of how he took in the rows of shops with a fascinated gaze, you could tell he was already enjoying the trip.

"You already look pleased and we haven’t even made it to our destination," you commented. Bucky shot you a smirk.

"I’m always pleased when I’m with you, doll."

You just about snorted at his cheesiness. You had quickly realized anything you said could be turned into a line by Bucky and, well, it did sometimes did something for you.

You two rounded the corner and came upon the record store. You opened the door and pulled Bucky in with you, having a hard time hiding your own excitement. Bucky just happily followed, looking around at the miles and miles of records. You knew it could be a bit overwhelming at first so you tried giving a laydown of the outline of the shop.

"Okay," you said as you stopped at one aisle. "It’s separated by genres but there’s also a section for decades. That’s where you’d find like the eighties, the fifties, et cetera. I guess that’s probably where you want to start." You turned to him. "Do you know what you’re looking for?"

You watched as Bucky nodded and pulled out a little piece of paper from his pocket. "At least what I can remember," he chuckled at the sour joke as he motioned towards the paper. You just gave him a small smile and led him down the rows.

"Seventies, sixties, fifties… Here!" You exclaimed as you came to a stop in front of rows of albums labeled with ‘30s’ and ‘40s.’ "Hopefully you can find them."

Bucky smiled down at you. "Thanks, honey," he mumbled as he placed a kiss on your cheek. You blushed, disconnecting your hands.

"I-I’ll be just a few aisles over," you said, motioning towards the second labeled ‘alternative.’ "If you need help or anything I’m sure we can talk to someone—"

"Go do your own shopping," Bucky chuckled, practically shooing you away. "I’ll be just fine."

You raised your hands in surrender and headed to your own section of the record shop, watching the excited, focus gaze that came across Bucky’s face as he flipped through the records. Your heart warmed at the sight.

***

Just under an hour or later, Bucky finally came and found you, cradling a whole stack of vinyls in his arms.

You giggled, taking in the sight of your boyfriend wrangling with the items. "Someone hit the jackpot, huh?" You teased as you looked over the different covers and names. To be quite frank… You didn’t recognize any of the music. But that also just means that Bucky would get to show you his music like you had been showing him yours.

Bucky shrugged as if this was nothing. "They had a great selection, I had to narrow it down."

"This was narrowing it down?"

Bucky playfully rolled his eyes, a little smirk playing on his lips. "Yes, believe it or not, this was."

You shook your head and reached up to plant a kiss on his cheek. "I’m just kidding, Buck," you said. "I’m glad you found what you wanted."

"I did," he nodded, "thank you so much. You don’t know what this means to me."

You had to look away as Bucky’s loving gaze became borderline intense and your blushing could not be controlled. You took his arm and began leading him to the cash register. "Let’s get these paid for and then we go for ice cream."

"Ice cream?" Bucky perked up. You nodded.

"What date would be complete without ice cream?"

"Oh," Bucky hummed. "This was a date."

You lightly pushed his shoulder as he placed his albums on the counter for the cashier to begin scanning. "You say that like we’re not already a couple," you laughed.

"Couples still need to go on dates," Bucky shrugged. "I feel like I should’ve been informed." He paid for the albums then took the bag from the cashier. In his other hand, he grabbed yours as you two begin exiting the shop.

"It’s nothing special," you insisted, steering him towards the ice cream shop.

Bucky scoffed. "Any date with you is special, sweetheart."

Gosh, he was such a sweet talker. You had to ignore it now or else you’d walk into the ice cream with a face looking like a tomato. It was becoming your permanent state around Bucky. Despite you two being together for a good amount of time, he was the king of making you squirm.

You two quickly found a table in the shop. Bucky sat down and placed his new collection of music on the floor beside the chair. He looked up at you, noticing you weren’t sitting down.

"What would you like?" You asked, motioning towards the menu. "I’ll get it for you. My treat."

Bucky frowned, dramatic and silly. "Please don’t leave me alone."

You couldn’t help but laugh at his ridiculousness. Bucky loved pulling these teasing stunts on you, acting like you were leaving home forever when you’d just be going to the bathroom or getting a snack.

You shook your head, "You’ll be fine, I’m only leaving you for ice cream. It’s just an ice cream cone."

He sighed. "Fine, if you must." His eyes roamed the menu for a moment before they lit up like a light bulb had gone off. "Well… Instead of just an ice cream cone, we could share a banana split?"

"Oh, how romantic," you smiled. "You trying to use one of your old moves on me, Barnes?"

"You started this, doll, you said it was a date," he said with a cocky smile. "I gotta pull out all the stops."

"You’re absolutely ridiculous," you mumbled as you placed a quick kiss on his lips. He hummed, happily, almost even sneaking a hand around your waist to keep you against him but you quickly shooed him off.

You yelped. "Do you want your ice cream or not, mister?"

"I don’t know, honey. You seem so much sweeter." Your jaw went slack.

"I’m walking away now," you declared and stuck to your word, marching away defiantly but with a silly little smile playing on your lips. You could feel Bucky’s eyes roaming all over you as you went to get the banana split.

That man was going to be the death of you.

#1k celebration #request #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #marvel #avengers #mcu fic #mcu #one shot #fluff #writing*

[nejiraez]

one day, you all will know true peace when i stop making bakugou the default character to the maladaptive daydreamz i write. but until then...

get well soon! | bakugou katsuki

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader // 2.9k words

genre: fluff — contains spoilers from mha chap 298; includes kissing, thats it!

summary: free bakugou until it’s backwards!!! but until then, he appreciates having your presence around as he takes the time to properly heal.

the way i haven’t written a full fic since oct </3... but i needed to post this b4 aquarius season ends tmrrw...

He’s never had to stay this long in a hospital before.

Sure, there were minor check-ins that he had to tend to at the clinics every so often from the injuries he’s received, but he never had to stay more than a few days at hand.

“Only a couple more days until you’re discharged…” 

The sound of your voice prompts Bakugou to shift his gaze away from the TV screen stationed at the corner of his hospital room to focus his sights on you. Deep shades of scarlet watch as your hands absent-mindedly pick at the white petals from the bouquet that his mother had gifted him. 

Carnations, a ‘get well soon’ present that would prompt him back to wellness. They were becoming quite the eyesore. The stems were beginning to droop and dull in colour with how poorly maintained they had been kept for the past week.

“That must be exciting for you, yeah?”

Bakugou shrugs, but he’s quick to regret his slight movement due to the small wince that follows shortly after. Despite being placed in the hospital for a little over a week now, a great mass of Bakugou’s body still aches. “It’s whatever,” he mutters, dismissing the subject matter altogether, “I’ll be back to doing the same crap over again anyway, so it’s nothing special.”

Closing your eyes, you sink yourself further down into your seat near his bedside and sigh. The windows a few steps away from Bakugou’s left allow for the sun’s late afternoon glow to beam into his room. You’ve sat here with him for the past two hours and a half from when you first came.

“You’re so pessimistic, you know that?” You announce, resting your arms against the bed’s side rails, which promote access to you, propping your cheek onto your hands with your face turned towards Bakugou. “Always thinking so negatively.”

Choosing not to respond to your comment, Bakugou soaks in the brief silence shared within the confines of his room.

For the past few days, other than his immediate family, who was relentless about visiting him as much as they could- save for the days where work would pull them away- your regular visits were something that became apart of Bakugou’s daily schedule. 

Wake up. Eat whatever shitty food the kitchen staff has to offer for the day. Wait through numerous check-ups and appointments, while the nurses examine the vital state of his internal organs. And then, he has a bit of free time to himself before either you or any visitor arrives at Hosu General hospital.

“I’m just telling it as it is.”

Bakugou would be lying if he said that he didn’t look forward to your visits.

Like Pavlov’s law, he’s grown conditioned upon awaiting your arrival every day, always finding himself sitting a bit straighter in his bed whenever 15:00 rolled around on the clock. 

Growing bored with not much to do, Bakugou allows his eyes to wander the room, skimming each object with little to no thought before his eyes would drop down on your form once again. With your eyes still closed, Bakugou takes this chance to absorb your presence before him fully. Watching the tiny twitches that would happen every now and then on your face out of curiosity.

The amount of fear and dread that washed over you the moment you caught news of how Bakugou jumped in front of his childhood friend, Midoriya, to spare his life, in turn, putting his own on the line had you aching to the bone. 

You were scared and couldn’t bring yourself to the thought that you would lose him, and there wasn’t much that you could do about it since you and a few others were far from where the main fight had gone down.

Regardless of whether Bakugou had a chance of waking up or not, you were still adamant about swinging by his hospital room as often as you could until the second day where he miraculously woke up. And caused an uproar as he did. He had to be restrained as he tried to check up on the others’ wellbeing as he did so.

To be placed inside of a room alone, with no one around to tell him what the fuck exactly went on, Bakugou was on edge. Hands down, that day would take the cake as being the most overwhelming experience he has had at his time here. Where were was Deku, for starters? And where did you disappear off to? 

He really didn’t deserve you.

Pulling himself out from his thoughts, Bakugou breaks the silence to pester you with something. “Pass me that, will you?” He asks, nodding his head over to the sole snack that sat on his bedside table. Something that one of the nurses left behind for him after his physical exam.

You blink, snapping yourself back to reality. You crane your next behind you, following his line of sight to the bright Tarami packaging. “Sure,” you grab and toss it for him to take.

Bakugou grunts out his gratitude. “Getting to eat normal food again will be the pinnacle of my life,” he states, rolling the Tarami around in his hands. “They feed us nothing but literal dog water and bland shit. “

“I’m sure the staff is trying their best. You aren’t the only mouth they feed in here after all,” you say, referencing the fact that your other peers, such as Todoroki and Midoriya to name a few, found themselves in the same situation as he did. 

“I fuckin’ guess,” he mutters in response, his focus shifted onto trying to rip open his snack but to no avail.

“Want me to - ”

“Don’t need it,” he says, cutting your sentence short. His bandaged thumbs are still fumbling to get a good grip on the plastic seal that stood in the way between him and his fruit cup. “This stupid gauze is just - ” The cup tumbles out from his hold and rolls out onto his lap. “Dammit!”

You smile at the display in front of you. Bakugou glaring at the container as if it had crossed him wrong was quite the sight to see. The fact that he has shown no signs of making another attempt at opening the seal gave you an indication that it was your turn to step in.

What a dork.

“Jesus, Katsuki,” you say, shaking your head at his stubborn nature. You take the fruit cup off his lap and, without issue tear the seal off before passing it back to him. He was too headstrong for his own good sometimes. “Nobody’s gonna bite you if you ask for help once in a while.”

Bakugou scoffs - losing steam now, he tips the rim of the cup against his lips, knocking back as many diced peaches he could fit inside of his mouth.

A mix of wonder and admiration suddenly crosses you as you study how quick he is to swallow down his food. Not even bothering to make use of the silver spoon left astray on the stand.

Bakugou silently chews. His cheeks have bulked up in size for the time being until all traces of food have been gone. Cute. “You’re so - ” You start but cut yourself short, wanting to enjoy the serene atmosphere rather than spurring him to the edge towards nagging at you.

You reach your hand out towards Bakugou, thumb grazing the corner of his mouth to clean the small mess he has made, to which he gently swats your hand away. His mannerisms were still the same as ever, never changing.

“I’m so what?” He asks, flicking his attention onto you as he watches the way your eyes linger on his face.

“You’re so amazing, was what I was going to say.” 

“Damn straight.”

You half-heartedly roll your eyes at his narcissistic response and reach for your phone, checking the time. “Wow, it’s now getting to 18:00?” You exclaim, swiftly entering the passcode to your iPhone and so that your fingers could scroll to the Tokyo Train Navigation app to check the times of when you should catch the next ride home.

Bakugou brows bump together in confusion at your surprise. “What about it? That means you’re ditching me already?” 

“Only for today though, the next train is coming in 30 minutes, and I gotta catch it before it gets dark out.”

As much as Bakugou isn’t a big fan of having your time spent together but abruptly short, he understands where you’re coming from, mentally putting himself in your shoes. 

At hours like these, when the begins to sun hide behind the city’s tall, towering buildings, it isn’t an ideal situation to have you walking out alone in the middle of dimly lit streets where villains may lurk at any corner. Especially after the shit show that went down this past week with the jailbreak.

He’d have no problem walking you home at times like this, but he can’t. Not when he’s on a “house arrest” list with the staff of the hospital.

“Fine,” he replies, dropping his head into his hands, which then finds purchase through his hair. Pissed with the cards he’s been dealt with. Feeling like he should clarify about your safety, Bakugou pipes up, “Make sure you ask the front desk to have one of their idiot guards walk you to the station. I hear that they do that.”

“Yeah, of course,” you say, collecting your belongings from the ground. “Not trying to be edited in with the clouds.” A remark that was supposed to prompt a lighthearted, humorous feel to the conversation, but Bakugou remains tight-lipped as ever. A fitting expression for your grouch of a boyfriend.

“I’m serious. Text me when you get home too.”

“And so am I! I love my life.”

And he loves you-- was something that Bakugou refrains himself from saying. It was something that he still had trouble saying verbally but had no difficulty expressing.

You walk towards the door, ready to bid your counterpart a farewell, but he beats you to the punch.

“The hell are you doing?” Bakugou’s voice halts you from making your grand exit.

He stares at you sharply from his bed. Glowering with jaw taut as he eyes your hand placed onto the sliding door. “Cut that shit out, come back.”

“For why?”

You hear Bakugou breathe out a hushed hiss, becoming peeved at how evasive you were when he knew for a fact that you were aware of what he wanted you to do for him. “Come and do the thing.”

At his sudden inquiry, you finally turn around to face him. “What thing?” You prod, wanting to hear him say what he wanted out loud. To be straightforward with you for once rather than dancing around the topic like he always does.

Sidestepping the multiple wires and the IV tube that he was hooked up to, at last, you close the distance between you both. Finding yourself back beside Bakugou’s bed, and now settle yourself down onto the small space that he has created for you on his mattress. 

You feel giddy. A hazy warmth exudes from your chest that spreads down to your toes as you watch the slow change of pigmentation in Bakugou’s face. Blotches of a soft, rosy pink littered his exposed neck, indicating the effect that had over him.

Caving in, Bakugou swallows down his pride and utters, “Kiss me…” His tone is wavering in the slightest.

There it was.

Propping your hand near Bakugou’s face to steady yourself, you nod. You’re gentle in the process as you move much closer to Bakugou, attentive as not to brush up against any of his wounds. “Okay,” you murmur. 

You think to yourself about how pretty looks from your point of view. Admiring how Bakugou's plush and soft skin was despite the light bruises and scratches he’s gained from the fight, he looked very well-maintained for a hospital patient.

The more time that you take, you become aware of the fact that Bakugou isn’t above taking a fistful of your shirt and tugging you down so that you could meet his lips. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise you if he were to do so right now.

But he doesn’t. 

Instead, he waits. Patiently, for you to make your move and just fucking kiss him already. Though there’s only so much he can take before he breaks.

Feeling the bed dip beside him, Bakugou could damn near feel his heart hammering against his chest. “Hurry up and get on with it will you,” he chides, his striking features already beginning to twist into an unreadable expression.

You laugh, unable to bite back your giggles as the male fixed you with his signature scowl. “Look at you, being a bully to the person you want a kiss from...” You say, leaning in close, now only hovering a few mere centimetres from his lips, both of you desperate for what would come next.

“You’re so mean, I swear.”

And that’s when you decide to close the distance, pressing your lips together.

It was quite sweet, literally, for his lips tasted of citrus.

Bakugou does a poor job at suppressing down his groan the moment your fingers wind themselves into his hair. The pads of your fingertips adoringly dance across his scalp.

The kiss starts off relatively chaste, both of you relishing in each other’s warmth as you pepper several small kisses against him—your stomach ties into knots as you experience how gentle he was being with you.

Despite the dull aching pains that Bakugou could still perceive whenever he made broad movements with his arm, his hand steadily finds its way to reach up towards your neck, pressing you further against him to deepen the kiss, swiping his tongue upon your lower lip. 

When your tongue comes into contact with his, it’s tentative and quick. And then it happens a few more times before fully feel comfortable enough to full-on kiss Bakugou.

Your thought process was growing muddled. Not a clear premise came to mind as his bandaged hand trails to the small of your back and back up again.

With every sound or hum of approval that you made way past your lips, it fed Bakugou’s desire to satisfy both you and his needs even. His thumb smooths over the curve of your jaw, easing your nerves each time you shyly pull away attributable to the great intimacy that swirled between you both.

He chases your lips, fervent on returning your energy that you were relaying to him, back tenfold. He loves you. So fucking much, and he only hopes that his appreciation and devotion may reach you.

You choke on a tiny gasp. “Katsuki - ” And that’s when he feels it, right in his chest. It’s as if he has been jump-started back to life, his heart quite literally skipping a beat at the sound of his name tumbling past your lips. It was adorable, and he wanted to hear you like that again. Say his name like that again, on loop without end.

Fuck.

With adrenaline coursing through your veins, your breathing was starting to grow laboured now, and you decide to break the kiss before things can escalate and before you miss your train.

Pulling away from Bakugou, the traces of confidence that you once had prior to the kiss have all but flung itself out the window, completely gone now. “I’ll, uhm -” You stammer over your words, brain trying to compose a proper sentence in spite of your current dazed state. “I’ll be back to see you again, with the others.”

With how flustered and scatterbrained you were acting, it stroked Bakugou’s ego beyond belief. A wicked smile threatens to split upon his face, but he bites it down along with his greed to ask for one more kiss before you go. “Tomorrow,” he affirms, flicking his eyes back towards the TV—an entirely new show publicized on its screen.

You hoist yourself up from the bed and stand to your feet, ignoring how your knees almost buckle. “Right,” you say. No fucking way were you this beat up over making out with your own boyfriend, for crying out loud- you thought as you wander towards the door, almost taking out one of the monitors in your trail. 

Sliding the door open you step out, but you poke your head back in, stalling a bit so that you could look at the blonde for the last time that day. “But until then, get well soon, okay?” 

Bakugou’s eyes stay glued to the screen, trying to distract himself from how damn sweaty his palms were, that or how he could feel the beat of his heart pick up in tempo. Its incessant pounding was all too much for him.

It’s so stupid how whipped he found himself to be nowadays. “I know,” he dismisses, a bit all too quickly. He wants your ass out before you have a chance to glance at the heart monitor he was wired up to.

Fortunately enough for him, you don’t. You wave and close the door behind you, your smile being the last thing he sees.

With the coast clear, Bakugou throws himself back onto his mountain of pillows. “Shit,” he curses, panting out a sigh of relief seconds after you were gone.

That was amazing, you were amazing, he thought, recounting the kiss. He swipes his palms against his sheets, being sure to get rid of any nitroglycerin that may linger to activate his quirk successfully.

Bakugou can’t stress how much he’s aching for nightfall to come, knowing that he would be one sleep from getting to see you again, and again, and again, until he would finally be let free.

But until then, as you had said, he had to heal.

And with the knowledge of you being around whenever he needed you the most, Bakugou was most definitely on the bright path to a speedy recovery.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #mha imagine #bnha imagine #bnha scenario #original #cress to charlize for snagging this screencap from a twt thread mwah

[constant-creative-chaos]

Dancing with mha characters

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

kiri would ask you out of the blue, you two would probably be hanging out in his dorm one night and he’d just ask

like “baby, dance with me? 🥺”

he’d have his arms around you’re waist ofc, and he’d lay your head against his chest so you can hear his heart beat

he isn’t a good dancer but it’s all good, as long as you’re happy then he’s happy to dance with you

he wouldn’t do much other than sway, considering his poor skills

but he’d definetly him along to the songs

speaking of the songs, he’d probably play really cheesy love songs because he’s like that

laughs everytime either he or you messes up, he finds it amusing

ends up goofing off more towards the end

rating: 100/10, in conclusion, i love kirishima

you sat on kirishima’s bed, stretched out comfortably. your back against his headboard and his head in your lap, your fingers scratching gently against his scalp. he hummed along to the music playing, some song made a few years ago.

the song changed and he looked up at you, excitement flickering in his eyes, “baby, wanna dance with me?”

you stopped scratching his scalp for a moment, thinking about it. you smiled and nodded.

“yeah, i do, kiri,”

you’d have to ask him, like a lot

be persistent!!

it’s not that he doesn’t want to dance with you

it’s just that he has no fucking clue how to dance and doesn’t want to embarrass himself

he’s just s u c h a great dancer and doesn’t want to make you feel bad about your skills

no but he’s struggling,, he has no idea what he’s doing

“katsuki, just put your hands on-” “tch, i know what i’m doing dumbass”

he figures it out eventually, he had one had on your hip and the other holding yours

he buried his head in your neck so you don’t see his blush

he’s practically silent, only speaking to make a remark when you trip

he actually finds it really endearing

rating: katsuki, marry me

“katsuki, you gotta take a break. it isn’t good for you to keep at it like this,” you said rubbing his shoulder.

“yeah and what else would i do?” he grumbled, pushing his hand further down the pencil.

bakugou had been working non-stop on homework since he’d returned to the dorms that day. he had yet to take a break and he needed it, and you were about to force him into relaxing for a bit if he spent another second writing.

a small sigh left him before reaching up and grabbing your hand on his shoulder. He rubbed small shapes with his thumb and apologized.

“if you dance with me then we’ll be even,”

“alright shitty-(feature),” he paused before looking up at you through his eyelashes, “you and dancing.”

boy oh boy, sero and you dance so often

he loves dancing with you and DAMN is he good at it

he’ll dance with you at any point in time, for any reason

he spins you a lot, he’ll even lift you a little if he’s feeling it

it’s super playful

he dips you all the time

baby has the moves and loves teaching you

he’ll dance to any song, especially if you’re with him

he’s always laughing either you or talking to you while you dance together

rating: 10000/10, dancing king, only seventeen 🎶

“Mi sol, when did you get so good at this?”

sero spun you wildly in the spot, twirling you under his hand. you laughed and tumbled into his chest, still seeing the room spin around you. sero pulled back slightly to see you and your unfocused eyes.

“beginners bad luck finally wore off, i guess!”

he smiled down at you, waiting for you to lose the dizzy feeling of turning like that. he enjoyed your smile while you watched the room. but the second you’re eyes focused again he was moving around the room with you again.

“you’d best not drop me, hanta-”

he’d take you out dancing

endeavour payed for dance lessons when he was a kid - he couldn’t have his prodigy dancing like an idiot

this is an endeavour hate page

he took formal dancing lessons and would 100% take a while to loosen up with you

but he holds you very delicately, with one hand on the small of you’re back and the other holding yours

as he loosens up and relaxes he holds you closer to him

and i mean this is shouto todoroki we’re talking about, he’s quiet the whole time

he just watches you with a small smile on his face, cute as fuck-

would teach you to ballroom dance at some point, if you didn’t know

rating: 15/10, he’s a rich boy, he knows his moves

“sho, this is wonderful,” you grinned at him, “really, i appreciate this.”

he returned the smile, taking your hand in his and pulling you forward on to the dance floor. you straightened your clothes out and took his lead. the two of you began moving around the room together, following the rhythme of the song playing.

“you know how to dance formally?” he asked, watching you move with grace.

“i have no clue what i’m doing, i’m just following you,”

you’d ask and he’d: “y-you want to- i mean i’m not a good dancer- are you sure?? why??”

he’s so nervous, just give him some reassurance and he’ll be fine

he is always making sure he isn’t making you uncomfortable

he’d let you pick the music or chose from your playlist

he’d hold you by the hips after asking a few times if that was okay

he isn’t the best but he picks it up pretty quickly

he probably asked iida for dance lessons after this

n e ways, he’d probably be red the whole time

rating: 12/10, his nervousness is actually really endearing

he put his hands on your hips and pulled you toward him, glancing up to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely, moving closer to him. you started swaying to the song playing and he followed your lead. the two of you starting to step around.

“are you sure you’re okay with this,” he tapped his fingers against your hip.

you hummed and rested your head on his shoulder, finding dancing with him comforting, “ ‘s okay, izuku. i promise.”

he kissed you on the crown of your head and continued moving to the music. he started relaxing and fully taking in the moment.

tenya iida, my main man,, he also got dance lessons when he was younger

fuckin rich boy

he short circuited when you asked, just give him a moment

he was probably super excited but kept it under control

he almost certainly played some sort of ballroom music (does that make sense??)

mans full on waltzed with you-

but he’d also do a more casual dance if you wanted

he held you small of your back and waist, he’s very careful not to make you uncomfortable

he’d only be goofy if you guys are just fooling around and making jokes while dancing

other than that he’s pretty quiet

rating: 20/10, tenya please wear some goddamn contacts during training

“y/n, i’m so sorry,” iida flushed deeply, stopping his movements.

despite his time practicing dance and his thought out movements, he’s stepped on your foot. he was apologizing profusely while you just stood and laughed lightly, watching his arm chop down.

“i’m sorry, i should have watched my step and- wait are you laughing?”

“iida, it’s okay. you have nothing to worry about.”

he’d probably just randomly start dancing with you

like you could be dancing around while cleaning and he’d just join you

baby can’t dance, he just can’t

but he acts like he can

would twirl you constantly and he’d try to dip you but fail miserably 😭

electric slide lookin ass

probably just starts his playlist and dances to random songs

he’s so goofy omg-

doesnt stop laughing or teasing you

rating: 30/30, sounds like a vibe

“you’ve been hit by, you’ve been struck by, a smooth criminal!”

denki stood on his toes, head tipped downward, and his hand positioned like he was dipping a fedora. at this point he had crashed into the table and knocked a chair over. this man was to never be trusted near anything fragile.

he took your hand and spun you around him, trying to keep you from the chair on the floor. after he spun you he spun himself, this time tripping over the chair and tumbling into the fridge.

“denki are you okay? are you okay, denki?” you sang along with the song playing.

sunshine man, he would 100% dance with you

but you’d have to ask, the thought just wouldn’t come to his mind

and he is worse than denki

but he has so much fun with it that it doesn’t matter

he spins you and lifts you, it’s so fun

he’s so goofy and playful, not a serious moment

he accidentally activated his quirk while dipping you, that hurt

but he loves dancing with you

and he pokes fun at his own dancing, he finds it really amusing

and he hyped you up so much

rating: 1000000/10, overall a perfect experience

a squeal left your mouth as your feet left the ground, mirio’s hands clutching your waist tightly. you grabbed on to his shoulders to keep yourself steady. he put you back on the ground and continued dancing along to the music. he shimmed his shoulders and bopped his head to the beat. or at least tried.

“i know that you can’t help but watch my horrible dancing but you gotta dance with me, can’t be the only bad dancer here!”

you shook your head and took his hands, shimmying along with him. man was mirio was a bad dancer but he made it so much fun

you’d ask him and he would just not get why you’d wanna dance with him

he wouldn’t object to it, it’s just that he’s sure that he’s a bad dancer and that others are so much better and

would hide his face in your neck and hold you really tightly to him

and he’s so nervous

if he stepped on you he’d let go of you and just stand in a corner for hours

but honestly, he’s actually a really good dancer

if you guys dance more he’ll start goofing off and doing stuff like spinning you

probably doesn’t put on music and if he did it would be off of his chill playlist

rating: 80/10, might be my ideal situation

you and amajiki had barely moved from where you guys started, not that it mattered. you two had been swaying more than dancing, but it was peaceful and relaxing. that’s what mattered. he had he’s arms wrapped tightly around your torso and his head was hidden in your neck. you felt his smile and uneven breathes brushing against your skin.

some old slow song played from your phone, one he chose. both of you were happy with the closeness and intimacy of the moment, but tamaki was happy he just hadn’t stepped on you. god that would have killed him. but he had yet to, and he was thankful.

“thank you, tama,” you smiled gently, “this is nice.”

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[swhurtcomfort]

Whumptober Day 3: Who Did This To You?

“Hey Princess,” Han said into the comm. “I gotta tell you something, but only if you promise not to freak out.”

A sharp bark of laughter turned into static. Han could hear the steady bustle of the senate building behind her. “What have you done now, Solo?”

“Hey now, I’m innocent,” said Han with a lightheartedness he didn’t truly feel. “I’m with the kid at the medcenter. He had a seizure last night, so we’re just getting him checked out. Sure it’s nothin’, but we thought you should know.”

“What? What kind of seizure?” Leia asked.

“I don’t know! It was maybe 30 seconds and he was up and talkin’ right after. Didn’t even want to go to medical, but I convinced him to play it safe.”

Leia inhaled slowly. “That was a very responsible decision, Han.”

“Don’t have to act so surprised,” he said. “I’ll comm you again when I hear more, okay?”

Leia agreed, and Han signed off. He paced back down the hallway bustling with gurneys and droids. He rubbed his eyes. Luke had gone back to sleep after the seizure, but Han had stayed up to keep an eye on him.

The kid really had seemed fine, though. Even this morning, he’d acted alright and complained the whole way about not needing the medcenter. Han hadn’t heard any news since a few minutes after Luke was checked in and a privacy curtain had been pulled in his face.

It seemed to take forever. Han had been waiting for hours and was starting to feel a little fidgety by the time a droid came to fetch him, saying that Luke had asked for him.

Another droid was removing an IV line from Luke’s flesh arm when they arrived. The prosthetic arm offered Han an awkward little wave.

“Hey Junior, what’d the doc say?” said Han.

“Hey,” Luke whispered. “Boy am I ready to get home.”

“Do they know what happened?”

“Not really. I gotta go see a neurologist in a week or two. But it also might heal with…well, it might go away, whatever it is. And I’ve got meds until then.”

That didn’t sound too bad, all things considered. With an inward grimace, Han wished Leia were around. She would’ve known what to say.

“I will remove the EKG leads now,” the droid announced. This required Luke to undo the top of his medical gown. He fumbled with the hem of one sleeve, glancing sideways as if he wanted Han to look away, but didn’t want to ask.

Han cleared his throat awkwardly. He wasn’t sure what was making the kid self-conscious, it wasn’t as if they hadn’t changed into their flight gear in the same locker room a thousand times. But either way, Han tried to avert his eyes without being too obvious about it. He leaned down to retrieve the plastic bag with Luke’s clothes in it, but when he turned to hand it over he nearly dropped it in shock.

Luke had shrugged his shoulders out of the gown, exposing the top half of his chest. It was scored with deep purple burns, jagged lines like lightning-shaped veins zig-zagging across his skin. The long, thin burns extended across his back as well, smaller red welts branching off the main scar in every direction.

“Shit,” Han said before he could stop himself, and Luke visibly cringed.

“It’s nothing,” he said, pulling the last EKG sticker off and hastily pulling the fabric over his back again.

“That ain’t nothing,” said Han. Nausea roiled in his stomach. “When’d all that happen, huh?”

Han had been tortured. Leia had been tortured. But Luke…well, he hadn’t said anything.

“Hey?” said Han, pushing Luke to look him in the eyes. “Who did this to you?”

“Han,” Luke huffed, turning away.

“Vader?” Han guessed, and Luke flinched again.

“The Emperor,” Luke corrected him firmly. “I just want to go home and sleep. Can we do that?” His voice slipped into an almost-whining note at the end, and Han took pity.

“Don’t think this conversation is over,” he warned with a wave of his finger as he handed over the dropped bag of clothes. “And don’t think you can hide this from your sister, either.”

“She’s had worse,” Luke mourned.

Han fumbled for a moment for the words. “I’m not sure ‘worse’ really applies here, kid,” he finally said. “Alright, though, let’s get you home.”

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[fictionalfics]

I had an idea. Could you do a crossover thingy where Aizawa has a daughter and she goes missing and he comes in the next day looking worse than normal and then the broadcast gets sent out and Aizawa sees his daughter in it and he gets either happy she’s alive or sad because she’s in a war?

This is s great idea! I’ve never written a parent fic before, so this is quite a challenge. Hope it came out okay!

Title: Not This Time

Pairing: Dad!Aizawa x Daughter!Reader

!TW: VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, MENTIONS OF K*LLING, LIGHT ALCOHOL USE!

(Gifs not mine)

“Aizawa-sensei’s been sleeping a lot more than usual, have you noticed Iida-kun?” Midoriya looks at his classmate expectantly as they make their way to the dining hall.

It was true, their rugged teacher had been sleeping in class a lot more lately. He had barely greeted his class before the yellow sleeping bag made its appearance. 

“I’m sure its nothing, Deku,” Ochako chimes in, “This is the first time in a while he’s taught a full class. Besides, you know who he has to deal with.“

Midoriya chuckles as his friend gestures to Kaminari, Bakugo and Kirishima - they didn’t mean to be, but they were one of the main sources of trouble in class 1-A.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

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Back kick. Block. Jump, kick, dodge. Bend the knees, feet to the floor. Breathe, start again. 

The thick material of your scarf is tight around your palms as you dodge attack after attack. You hold your hand out and erase the enemy’s quirk, before landing a swift chop to the neck. Another one down. You handcuff them as fast as you can before dodging a beam of light. It just catches you ear, the scent of burnt hair becoming more intense as you roll to the side.

A stakeout operation gone wrong. A local gang that turned out to be something much bigger. You were fighting a war that had nearly run its course, and this mission was meant to be one of the last. That was, until your stakeout partner revealed she was working for the other team, a double agent. 

That left you in this mess. You wished your dad was there with you right now, but he wasn’t. He’d taught you to cope on your own, you told yourself. You’d manage.

Smack!

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Three days. No text, no call, no you. Shouta had waited in the living room all night, sipping coffee to stay awake. It had been three days since you walked out the door with a great big smile on your face, saying goodbye as you left for work.

Ten years ago, the seemingly heartless man had taken you into his care after saving you from your burning orphanage. The hero saw himself in you, especially since your quirks were so similar. He trained you himself, teaching how to use the capture rope alongside your fists.

You had enrolled in Shiketsu High, in order to separate yourself from your dad, and started your work studies with a mid-ranked but successful pro in your second year. 

Shouta was extremely proud of you, and made sure you knew it every single day.

But it was unlike you to stay out for days at a time without contact. The first night wasn’t so bad - maybe she’s at the bar with friends, I’ll see her in the morning, he thought to himself.

You weren’t there in the morning. He put it down to you staying over a friend’s house - he was up pretty early after all, so you’d be home later.

Nope. Nothing. He continued to make excuses up for you all night, and all the way into the morning too, only grabbing an hour’s sleep before leaving for work.

When he came home to an empty house for the third day in a row, he started to panic for real. Texted you every hour, on the hour. Called a couple of times. Called your workplace, to no avail.

6:30 on the clock. Shouta chugged the rest of his coffee and slung his work bag over his shoulder as he noted it was day four now. Work was going to be a long one.

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Your ears rang as your former partner delivered another slap to your face.

“This would be over so much quicker if you told me where the boss is being held hostage, Y/N. You’re making this so hard for yourself!”

“Go to hell.”

Wack!

A scream held back in your throat, your teeth grind together as you fight through the pain. The edges of your vision began to go black, and you almost considered telling the gang everything.

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Shouta’s thumb was over the send button when he heard your name on the local news. 

Y/N Aizawa missing in action. Something about a fight against a gang, an ambush they said. No other details could be released for citizen safety.

The hero didn’t even realise he’d slid off the couch to kneel in front of the TV. Missing in action. He rested his forehead on the box, his hair sticking to the screen due to static.

Missing. You were missing.

His legs carried him to the agency you worked with. His voice demanded to see your boss, begged for the details of your whereabouts.

They wouldn’t tell him. “We cannot release details to the public, its for her safety as well as theirs,” your boss told him.

Shouta argued that he wasn’t the public, that he was a hero like you.

“There’s nothing more we can do, I’m afraid.”

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The ropes had begun to bite into your wrists as you hung from the ceiling. After deciding the initial interrogation was obsolete, the gang had taken you to a new building and strung you up. Your feet could almost touch the floor, but had given up trying to get free an hour ago. Possibly. You didn’t know how long you’d been there. You were sure you’d stayed awake, but even blinking felt like it took days in that dark room.

You strained your ears from information.

Move........found.....kill her.......risk? No......stupid.....

There wasn’t enough for you to piece together the crumbs of information. You were sure you were going to die at this point. So much potential, a great future ahead of you.

No, you can’t think like that! What would Dad do in this situation?

You couldn’t answer that one. Instead, you hummed a lullaby to yourself - your favourite that he used to sing to you if you’d had a nightmare. This entire situation was a bit of a nightmare, so you thought it was appropriate.

The door opened before you, the bright light bringing tears to your eyes.

                                                       -----

“She’s gotta be alright Shou, she’s tough! Besides, didn’t you go MIA all the time?” 

Hizashi did his best to comfort his friend, handing him a small glass of whiskey, which Shouta drank in one. He slammed the glass to the table with a dull thud.

“That’s different Yamada. I knew where I was, and I was never gone for long. I don’t know where she is, and it’s been nearly a week.”

The blond runs his palm down his face, not wanting to admit the he feared the worst too.

“She’s a hero Shou, bad things happen. You know the dangers and she does too, she’s not dumb.”

“Another whiskey please.”

Hizashi refilled Shouta’s glass, and the liquid disappeared as quickly as he’d poured it.

“She’ll be okay Shou.” 

                                                       ------

Your arms were freed of their painful restraints as your friends occupied the gang and, summoning as much strength as you could, dragged yourself to your feet, using your peer as a crutch. Your head turned to watch your team take on the four or five people that had taken you hostage, silently celebrating as you limped to the exit.

“Sorry we took so long Y/N, it took us a while to figure out where they’d taken ya!”

A tired chuckle escaped you as your co-worker apologised. “At least you’re here now.” Your response wasn’t completely a joke, but you couldn’t blame them. This gang was good at hiding.

“The whole operation is gonna be extended, thanks to the newbie. We had no idea she was a double agent- it’s gonna set us back to square one!”

Double agent. You scolded yourself for not catching on in time. “I’m sorry, I should have figured out sooner. Now the entire mission’s been compromised.”

Your peer sat you in the back of an ambulance that had come along with the police.

“Don’t beat yourself up silly! Even us pros didn’t know, there was no way a student could have guessed!”

The fight was over relatively quickly, thankfully. After the criminals were handed over to the police for interrogation, you were escorted back to the agency to be patched up, and report to the higher-ups.

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Eraser didn’t immediately jump up when the front door creaked open. He was a hundred miles away, trying to convince you to take a day off instead of going to work. You’d be home with him that way, smiling as you cooked your favourite meal in the kitchen. That smile... How badly he missed it.

He felt the couch sink next to him.

“Sorry I’m late Dad, I had one hell of a day at work!”

Dad? He snapped back to reality as the words sunk in. He looked to where the voice came from - his eyes traced it back to you. Covered in cuts and bruises, dark circles adorning your eyes, but you all the same.

“Y/N!” The dark haired man jumped up and lifted you into his arms. You giggled and squeezed him back, giddy with relief.

“Y/N Aizawa, you are grounded forever! What the hell happened to you?”

He set you down on the couch as you began to explain as much as you could, without giving away classified information.

“But I’m here now! I’ve got about a week to recover, because I wasn’t injured too badly, plus they did hold me in the recovery room for a day.”

“A week?” His shoulders slumped at the thought of you fighting. “They’re sending you back out there?”

“Yeah. The mission isn’t over yet, we have to dismantle them completely.”

Shouta ran a hand through his hair, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Promise me you won’t go missing again.”

“I can’t. You of all people should know that.”

“Humour me.”

Breaking eye contact, you sighed, before looking back at your father and smiling as wide as you could. “I won’t go missing this time Dad. I promise.”

“Good.” Shouta patted your head before standing up and making a beeline for the kitchen. “You’re still grounded forever.”

“But Dad!”

“No buts!”

“Even if I make you some coffee? Maybe cook some yakitori?”

“I may reconsider,” he chuckled. You always knew your way to his heart.

He loved his daughter so damn much.

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