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p1-f1 · 6 months

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Ghosts in the Graveyard *

𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: Ghost!Stenny x Reader.

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚂: None. Fem implied.

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: MDNI. Mentions of death/torture.

𝚆𝙲: 1.6K

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂: This is my first Halloween special, + first time writing something slightly spicy!! Also I haven’t written in a while, and I know it’s past Halloween. Enjoy!!

The dark graveyard rings with silence, but it speaks for thousands. Old creaky trees, dark clouds, and a bright moon that shone down to lead your way. It was as if it it was leading you, wanting to help you to find the graves you were looking for.

You came for two people in specific.

Kenny Mcormick and Stan Marsh.

Three or four years ago, the two boys went missing after reportedly running away. Some say they were massacred by wolves. Others say they were kidnapped and tortured. One things for sure, no matter how many bodies the cops claim to be theirs, they never are.

Everyone knows this. Kenny didn’t have brown hair. Even if his parents don’t remember. He was forgettable and vague but not to the point you forget something so obvious. Stan didn’t wear his school ID everywhere he went. In fact, he burned the thing the moment the school gave it to him in drunken recklessness. The ID they found was burnt, sure, but when Stan was done with his, it was a few pieces of ash.

Stan Marsh was an interesting boy, one only a few people could find the words to explain. He was a mysterious boy. One moment he’d be fine the next he’d listening to The Cure and crying about his girlfriend to his now late friend, Kyle

When he wasn’t crying or getting drunk, he was getting into whatever trouble he could find with his friends. Many a time people saw his mother getting him from the police station. Though, weeks before his disappearance, he hadn’t caused trouble at all. Actually, people saw a spike in his grades and his amount of smiling.

Thing was, he got quiet. Horribly quiet. Poor kid wouldn’t even talk to his own mother in full sentences. Only person who talked to?

Kenny McCormick. Dirty minded, dumb, weed addicted. When he was alive he would fight anyone who called him out on his everlasting addiction but it was there and it was obvious. He couldn’t go a day without getting high and his non addiction gave withdrawal symptoms when he didn’t have weed in his system for more than a day or two. It was sad, really.

Other than getting high and fucking the entire cheerleading team, Kenny really was a caring person who would do anything for his friends. He had a sister, who, is in middle school now, but still mourns his death. His parents are dead, and his older brother is either on the streets or in his grave. Nobody remembers the Mccormicks. Other than Karen’s girlfriend or just friend who hasn’t come to the realization that she might be gay, nobody else visits their graves but Karen.

They say that if you visit the graveyard with Kenny’s old parka or a small bag of weed you’d be spared, but nobody has ever found his raggedy orange jacket so they didn’t know if that was true. Same with Stan. Show up with his old blue beanie or booze, he’d let you go without a thought. Just dump it into the lake and minutes later his spirit wasn’t floating straight.

That’s where you come in. You had known the two when you first came to South Park, getting close to the two specifically.

Sure Kyle was a sweet guy and you’d been with him for a little bit, but he was a hopeless romantic, and you lost interest only a few months later. Kenny and Stan made you feel some type of way. Kenny’s teasing, Stan’s edge and level of patheticness just…made you shiver. In the good way, of course.

You’d had a crush on them for a good while, and not just one, but both at the same time. Dreaming of them holding you and kissing you and— anyway, they were gone. And you still weren’t totally believing that. They’d show up for you, surely. Both boys loved being around you!

But here you were. Only person with the blue beanie, and only person with the orange parka. Ready to meet your lost loves. (That— weren’t really your loves— but, you’ll meet them anyway.)

You step up to the grave and watch as the bugs scurry off. Something was already here with you. The first one up was Kenny. Setting the parka down neatly folded. the thought that you didn’t exactly know what to do popped in like that and out just as fast. As long as you could see your boys, nothing else mattered.

The wind sent a shiver down your spine, and you took it as a sign to start your little séance.

“Kenny…I heard you show up for everyone else. You— scare them away— or whatever, but, I don’t want that. I want to see you. To talk to you, maybe? I don’t know.”

The doubt had already filled your head. Did he even ever like you? Did Stan? Were you even a small thought as they were dying? What if you couldn’t even convince him to show up? Too many possibilities, too short of a Halloween.

“I miss you, yknow. Quite a bit. Everyday I miss walking past your house after school and seeing you work in the yard or playing with Karen because you couldn’t be inside. I miss seeing you behind the school getting wasted or high or with a girl for gods sake. I just—“

And right as you were about to start talking, piercing cold hands slid from your waist down to your hips, then the feeling was gone.

If it’s not Kenny, another really horny ghost was around.

“Was— Was that you? Are you here? Kenny? Whatever— just…I’m sorry I couldn’t help. Or be there. Or even die with you. It should’ve been me. If I hadn’t hung up on Stan— or if I had walked home with you— none of this would have happen—“

“There’s no point in saying “had”, doll.”

That stupid sly voice spoke, from up in a tree.

“You’ve had my attention since you stepped foot in this damn graveyard. Always will. The hottest piece of ass!”

He laughed, the ghostly figure floating down from a tree. It was indeed Kenny. (Not that you ever had any doubt.) Except, he was a pale blue and slightly transparent, with a slight aura of orange. His left eye was missing, gone along with his left forearm and two fingers on his right hand. His white “wife-beater” was torn on the bottom and some on the top. With small streaks of blood and maybe some dirt here and there, too.

His sweet old eyes were still soft but had no pupils, so most of telling how he was feeling came from his tone. Cute, bruised, marks, scars, anything lined his cheeks faintly. Those small little chin dimples still rested, though, under the sly smirk. He was already checking you out, and you just found out he was here.

“Kenny!”

You squeal, running to him. He turned opaque, arms wrapping around you with excitement and joy. Those arms… they always had your attention. Lanky but not totally skinny, toned but not completely buff, a good amount of muscle and a good amount of bone. Anyone would just call him skin and bone but they don’t know him like you do.

“Hey sugar!”

Kenny said with a light chuckle, holding you close. He loved your body, being much bigger than you. So small…easy to hold…easy to love…

“Yknow, is it just me, or have you gotten even more beautiful after my death? Oh honey that ass…”

He gave it a playful slap, causing your face to flush even more.

“My beauty…” Long slender fingers met the start of your thighs, lifting you up with ease so he could hold you. He made little suggestive motions, but never made a move.

“You’d like to be in this position with me more, hm? I know you would. How dirty!”

“Oh go easy on ‘em, Kenny. They’ve only seen you for the first time in what- four years? I don’t care enough to remember..”

A deeper voice rang, and something in your mind registered as your back was met with a chest. Kenny flips you around, turning you into the same position with Stan.

“Stan…”

“Y/N.”

Dark blue and piercing eyes started into yours, almost like he could see your very soul floating about. His dirty bleached hair rest in his shoulders. The black roots has spread like fungi out from under his hat, which he put on your head. The scars along his face from certain…childhood…events were more slight in death, but still hot as fuck.

Stan had more meat on his bones, surprisingly, and was a bit more buff than Kenny, but still not a body builder. You could feel the rough and calloused hands on your cold thighs, squeezing ever so slightly.

He leans his head forward, raising and eyebrow.

“I’d say take a picture…but, well, you know, don’t you sweetheart?”

His voice lowers, face getting even closer. You could feel Kenny’s own lips already latched to your neck. His hands moved your hair away from it so he could have more access and sucked. What happened to them when they died? Maybe they’re just taking advantage of the fact someone came to visit them that they knew, or…they really liked you.

“You smell nice…did you get all dolled up for us? Wanted to see us so bad? Impress us? Just like you did with those skimpy little outfits in school? How pathetic…come on, hon…”

Stan degrades, laughing as his teeth met your bottom lip. He bit, pulling it away and letting it make a small snapping noise when it retracted

“Did you miss me? I sure missed you.”

Usually Stan was more on the quiet side. In the few times you’d kissed either of them when they were living, Stan hardly said a word. But now? Very talkative. Kenny, on the other hand, always loved talking. He was loud, very spontaneous. But fun nonetheless..

“So sweet…all for us. Isn’t that right, Kenny?”

“All for us!”

“And oh are we gonna have fun with you…”

“So much fun…”

[ BATTERY - LOW. ▯▯▯> ]

#kenny mccormick x yn #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x yn #stan marsh x reader #south park x reader #South Park fan fiction #pifi writes

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the-force-awakens · 3 months

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I think something that no one talks about is how Poe leans more towards being an anti-hero than just plain hero. He's willing to do the "wrong" things for the right reasons, ex: willing the kill bad people to save the innocent, basically willing to do the dirty work that no one wants to talk or think about. and I think it should be talked about more. Your post was just *chefs kiss*, the way you understood Poe is so refreshing compared to what I see him reduced to in canon

Poe definitely is willing to make the tough calls, including being willing to kill bad people to save innocent people (or destroy a planet to save countless others), but I wouldn't necessarily sort him into the antihero trope myself, more the "good is not nice" trope.

Because for as much as Poe is willing to shoot the bad guys, or blow up a planet if it means saving the galaxy, he's usually the first person to lower his blaster or offer someone a second chance. The biggest source of conflict between himself and Zorii in Free Fall is the fact that Poe can't fit into this life of shades of grey, and that's a trait that does follow him to the Resistance. He can lie (badly) for them, he can steal ships, be labeled a criminal if it's done for the right reasons/for the Resistance but at the same time, he also......really can't wrap his head around and seems uncomfortable at times with Suralinda's way of manipulating or recontextualizing the truth for propaganda purposes (which i wish had...been better explored in the comics it's Fine, but like I wanna know more about Poe "can't lie" Dameron and Suralinda "i'm here to tell a good story" Javos. I WANT TO KNOW MORE LUCASFILM), even if Suralinda is doing those things for the Resistance, so they can gain more support.

There's also this quote of Rian Johnson's, that I really love, and that I feel like sums up Poe the best for me:

“Oscar is like a reincarnation of my favorite old movie stars; he has that old school magnetism paired with insane acting chops. Poe is a straight-up, good-guy hero, and although he gets put through the wringer in this film, because of Oscar you never lose faith that he’s going to come out the other end all the better for it.” [from this post]

I'm having trouble wording/it's kind of hard for me to explain, but like. I view Poe as someone who is, like Rian describes him, as a good-guy hero, who usually cannot quite stop the instinct to do the heroic thing, and how that can make him quite reckless (I do believe Oscar actually described Poe during the TFA Press Tour as "recklessly heroic" sir I'm sorry i ever doubted you about Poe being reckless, I thoroughly learned my lesson #13 Poe issues and a knife to Poe's hand later) - but I think also that doesn't mean that Poe needs to look like the hero, and I think TLJ proves that? He does what he believes is the best for the Resistance, and seizes control of the Raddus. It's a last resort, of course, and I don't think he necessarily cares about what people might think of him for it* - he's a commander, he makes the hard calls all the time, and regardless of his own desire to be a hero, I don't think Poe necessarily wants to be praised as one. He's just gonna do the right, most heroic thing at any given moment, and doesn't care what people say. I mean...we kind of get the impression he's used to being seen a certain way, y'know? Poe doesn't seem surprised in the least when Holdo berates him, he just has this look of "oh this banthashit again I thought I'd heard the last of it", y'know?

*y'know except for leia. because he definitely makes a face when she says that thing about holdo in the transport. anyway moving on because this got completely. the train jumped the track here. adhd moment.

As much as he is willing to do some hard things for the Resistance, I feel like Poe would. not last a day in the Rebellion - the Rebellion is just gray. You have to be, fighting something like the Empire, they're quick and dirty and. manipulative and liars and assassins, and Poe...wouldn't have the heart for that, I think. So I do believe there would be a line, in what Poe would even be willing to do for the Resistance.

That said, I do wish canon/fanon would be more willing to explore....any of his. nuance. that everyone seems very allergic to acknowledging, and I'd especially be interested in seeing more of Poe's - I'm a dw nerd sorry I'm just gonna call it this every time - "oncoming storm" side because it's so much fun. There's some other facets of his character I'd love to see explored in more detail, but that one especially. It would honestly be a dream, I think, if Alex Segura got to write for him again, but perhaps this time in the Resistance era, because I think that man would have a blast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! with writing a good spy adventure.

#ask box #userorb #my meta #(again. oops?)#poe dameron #i haven't seen anyone categorize him more as an anti-hero before tho! but tbh i also.#don't see many people categorizing him as good is not nice either #because that would imply. yknow. acknowledging that poe has depth #and nuance.#and that he exists as a character outside of being attractive or a part of [is sniped]#anyway.#unfortunately getting any exploration on him would. involve.....actual content for him and we're in the middle of a fcking drought right no #i would also Love if someone explored how sensitive he can be t hough #and i don't just mean in a fjaofjaosfj oscar 'he has a sensitive side' isaac way lmfaoooo but wouldn't that be something #poe definitely has rsd i think because he takes rejection/slights SO hard #i kind of want to make a compilation of it JUST from the movies/resistance alone #unfortunately there's So much there (plus in through the turbulance) that i.........do not have the spoons to do so

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katsuwiki · 2 years

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Katsuki with sisters.

cw: oc's, Katsuki's a little aggressive for a second but then he's soft again.

I’m naming younger sister Tsukino because it means “of the moon”.

The older one Tsukimi because it means “Moon-viewing” and Mitsuki’s name means “beautiful moon”.

Katsuki’s name means “Win season” and Masaru’s name means “Victory”, so it just made sense.

Siblings are siblings, they fight, argue, etc. But I think Katsuki would have a relatively good relationship with his sisters.

We all know he takes after Mitsuki so maybe Tsukino takes after Masaru and Tsukimi is a mix of both (Gentle but also cocky and wants to be the best.) They are def impulse control siblings.

I think Tsukimi is definitely Mitsuki’s favourite because she’s the oldest and the older she got the more they related to each other. Tsukimi tells Mitsuki all the gossip and Mitsuki loves hearing it.

(I see Mitsuki as the type of mom that is always showing of her children’s achievements. So, when she comes across the other moms that like doing that, she’ll always tell them the gossip she heard about THEIR child.)

Maybe Tsukino gets along with their father more. They probably play board or card games together and watch the same shows. (Why do I feel like Masaru’s the type of dad that likes reality TV shows or dramas. Probably finds it so entertaining.)

Their personality’s definitely clash but they get along well for the most part. Tsukimi also tells Katsuki gossip too. Just walks into his room, sits on his bed and starts telling him the craziest stories.

Tsukino and Katsuki tease each other a lot, pulling the middle finger at each other when their parents aren't looking. (They also fight the most out of all of them.) But she also would ask him advise on what to do about the guy she likes. (Katsuki would tease her for a good minute before actually giving he advise.)

Maybe y/n’s one of Tsukimi’s younger friends (Around Katsuki’s age or younger.) that Katsuki has a huge crush on. You’re really close with Tsukimi so whenever there is a family gathering, she brings you along. You practically part of the family now and Tsukimi insists you are.

He finds you so unbelievably attractive and has a hard time hiding it. (You’re always teasing him.) Gets all nervous around you and Tsukimi always lectures him about staying away from you.

Maybe Tsukino had a school play or some sort of performance where she landed a big role. You and Tsukimi were helping her get ready, Tsukimi doing her hair while you did, her makeup and Bakugou couldn’t help but stare at you looking so focused.

He’s always stealing glances at you whenever the chance presents himself.

OR maybe you’re an older friend of Tsukino. You’re a terrible influence too, always getting her in trouble and making her do reckless things. Bakugou was fed up with you and your antics, Tsukino is constantly grounded and in detention.

She doesn’t normally act like this, she was honestly a teacher’s pet before you. Now she’s a whole new person. So, after finally convincing Tsukino to show him to you he walked up to planning to confront you. But the closer he got the more attractive you were.

Gorgeous even and he was out of words by the time you two were face to face. You were gossiping with some of the kids around, some even smoking. Before you noticed someone approaching you.

“What?”

This man walked up to you like he was planning to punch you but stopped short when he got close. He just stood there staring at you for a while before you noticed someone standing behind him.

“Tsukino?” On second thought they looked oddly similar, and it didn’t take you long to connect the dots.

“Is this your dad? Did you rat on me?”

A few of they other kids started giggling whispering the worst about her and all Tsukino could do was look away embarrassed.

“Katsuki let’s just go, it wasn’t worth it anyway.” She whispered pulling his arm.

“I thought we were friends Tsuki? Now you’re telling on me. I helped you.” You pout was so fake you weren’t even trying to pretend. You were making fun of her, and it was working the kids only laughed louder and embarrassed her more.

“You didn’t help her, you got her in trouble and now all the things she did are on her permanent record, and she’ll live with that forever.”

“And what are you gonna do about it old man?”

At this point Katsuki would have been boiling. He can’t believe you were still under the impression that he was Tsukino’s father. Did he look any sort of old to you? He’d probably want to attack you, if it weren’t for how attractive you looked talking to him.

You’re definitely younger than him, it was noticeable. You looked like you could be in Tsukino’s grade, freshly graduated? There must be a reason why you aren’t getting in trouble too.

It didn’t matter, you were a terrible person a bully even. Just like him when he was younger.

“Are you just gonna stand there? Don’t you have you wife and kids to go back to?” You really knew how to push someone’s buttons. Katsuki didn’t do too well with that, and he retaliated.

You shrieked in pain as he squeezed your wrist. “Say you’re sorry.” His tone was demanding and the longer you it took you to comply the tighter he’d squeeze your wrist.

“Let go of me” You screamed but it only made him squeeze tighter. At this point the other kids were retreating in fear leaving you all alone with Katsuki and a useless Tsukino. “Katsuki, stop!” Tsukino shrieked seeing your eyes water. You finally apologized in low whimpers, feeling your circulation cut off in you hand. And he let go.

Tears sung your eyes as the bruising on your wrist got darker. You held onto it in pain letting out a hiss when the pain you hand made contact. “Leave my sister alone from now on.” Katsuki muttered feeling a little bad when tears fell.

He signalled for Tsukino to go back to the car, and she hesitantly did. “Being a bully doesn’t get you anywhere.” He advised reaching his hand out to help you. You didn’t want his help though, he’d done enough.

“Fuck off.” Your voice was soft and shaky when you said it. Katsuki was really starting to feel bad, and he couldn’t bring himself to leave you there. “I’m sorry, okay? Let me help you.” He placed a light hand on you shoulder. When you finally looked up at him your eyes were soft and your cheeks tear stained.

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astrummorte · 12 days

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trigun verse rehaul: polycule. (mentions/includes @breathofcosmos' milly and meryl.) (mentions/includes this blog's Knives.)

main notes below.

towards the end of the manga timeline, it diverges as listed.

vash and knives still fight, they still aim to go until death, but something's, incredibly different. there's a life signature on the incoming ships that makes knives pause. in turn, so does vash.

delight and relief and panic and fear crosses vash's face. it couldn't be that person, could it? it couldn't be him. it shouldn't be. how could it be?

and through the air waves, crackles a familiar voice; luka's.

though he doesn't intervene, luka's presence gives vash a reason to fight all over again, as well as a reason to defend.

vash does what he set out to do: stop knives.

and as a result, oh joy to us, the planet is saved, and the people have arrived. but before anybody can even thank vash, or further ostracize him, he's across the grounds faster than someone can barely take a breath.

luka is talking to the other humans, engaged in deep conversation about something relating to waking the others up, annoyed visibly & yet not. he's the odd man out, small and well built from a good regiment for himself but also standing out among the denizens of no man's land.

with a ceremonious pick up around the waist and jostling the old 'friend' from the sands of the near endless desert, vash delights in the pirate's company, asking too many questions and not allowing a single answer. stopping him by twisting to face him and place his hands on the sides of vash's face, he offers a smile - a REAL smile.

"you're home, this time?" "i'm home, for good."

though no one knows what this means, the older hands of the ships of SEEDS would remember vash stopping by the crash sites and finding luka passed out and bleeding out. a bleeding heart he is and was still then, vash helped to personally take care of him - and when met with what was perceived as hostility in return, vash saw the fear of someone who didn't know where they were, and was far from home.

vash remembers seeing a younger version of luka - a more reckless version, one that worried him, more than he worried about anyone else. worried him the way a careless behavior worries a lover.

now, though, luka is older - not by much, but the effects are visible.

they don't tell anybody what happened or when they confessed to each other for the first time, or how it managed to stay this whole time. all that's needed to be seen is that luka, the cruel captain who means the best for his crew, the man who appeared on ship one day and the following day the transmission was broadcast like a beacon of prayer and plea - luka looked like he was smiling too big to notice he was crying.

little trivia about this verse.

after the end of the Academy Troubles campaign is when luka's timeline diverges (though he never marries mollymauk, in this verse, as well). when he's safe to, and after letting his mother and father know he's leaving, he channels most of his magic into a couple spells - one to send a message, one to locate a person, and one to take him the safest way to that person.

vivian keeps in touch, as does simon. noire checks in too, confusing people as to how they're even getting around so fast. vivian has a bet that it'll only be a couple years before they're receiving the "news". vash and luka both don't know what they're talking about - meryl bets on a decade with information she's had before about vash, as the newest addition to the polycule.

wolfwood - who in this version survives the attacks against him in that last fight he was meant to lose - relents after a few months post - manga, accepting his fate as a part of this lovey dovey group. granted, ah, he wasn't doing good at hiding his love anyway.

milly is the one who suggested they all date each other, as if it were second nature to her. or perhaps it was just that she didn't know how they weren't official at that point.

luka, much more well adjusted to the thought of being loved, shows his affection in small ways. he's not loud about it, like wolfwood or vash are, but he does inevitably find himself caring quite deeply, where it scares him briefly, only to be reassured by vash and milly - meryl and wolfie just (nervous blush) about it occasionally.

#♡. luka.v03 ( trigun.polycule ) ⁄ ⁄ the decadence of being yours .#breathofcosmos #some key events 100% still happened from our server #but this is what i gots for it #long post

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tallmadgeandtea · 1 year

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SS&SP Drabble: Homeward Bound

Hello, everyone, and Happy Easter or Passover or just a regular Sunday! I thought I’d share a little scene I’ve had sitting in my notes app today, as a gift and an apology for the incredibly long wait for the next chapter! With college and transferring and research project my life has just *explodes.* Anyway, here it is! Benjamin and Elizabeth have their most intimate conversations right before she goes home, which I think is interesting. Perhaps it’s their way of unwinding after a day full of supply talk and dealing with Congress’ bullshit and Hamilton being Hamilton (I say this with love.) Enjoy, and thanks for sporting me and SS&SP!

“Is it true, Major Tallmadge?”

“Is what true, Miss Walker?”

��My father-“ she began, remembering the look on their faces whenever she brought him up, the flashes of disdain and resentment. Did she have any? “He always said New York had too many Tories and not enough Patriots. Said it was more divided than Pennsylvania could ever be- which seems impossible now that I know- now that I’ve seen it.”

Benjamin let out a soft whistle between his teeth. “I don’t want to agree with your father. He seems to assume rather than know.”

“Believe me, I learned that quickly.” She never wanted to leave him to be exposed vulnerable, alone. “He promises rather than acts, too.”

“But it- it’s complicated.” His fingers fell back onto the map, his gaze gone for a second, before he spoke again, “Do you remember where I’m from?”

“Setauket?”

He smiled, that wistful, sad smile- torn and frayed, a hint of defeat. “There’s a troop of British soldiers quartered there. No, not quartered- occupying. Ruling.”

Her heart dropped as soon as he said it, her stomach turned when she glanced down and saw where his fingers were- tracing the Long Island coast, subconsciously showing it to her.

“They- they turned my father’s church into a stable. Terrorize the citizens. They don’t respect them- they hate them-“ he inhaled a sharp breath, “they want them to suffer.”

“And there was nothing you could do,” she said.

Just like there was nothing anyone could do when the British burned the valley. When she saw the smoke from her window, all she did was stay inside, trying to hide instead of fight.

“I tried. I tried, Miss Walker.” His eyes met hers- did they match the color of the sound? She never stood at the edge of the shore, so close to the fathomless deep. “Do not doubt that for a second, I tried.”

“I know you did, Major. As you did at Brandywine, and Germantown, for Philadelphia.”

She rested her hand on the table— silence laid over the wood, the maps underneath their palms, their homes written in ink.

“I hate that living in an area they destroyed is something we have in common, Major Tallmadge. I’m so sorry about Setauket.”

He shook his head, as if it would solve and dispel his troubling thoughts. It never works for me. “Tis alright, Miss. It makes us work harder.” He said.

“It makes us fight for what we believe in. For our God given rights.”

“You truly are a preacher’s son, Major.”

“So you always say, but why?”

“You always find the blessing in disguise.”

The dragoons were outside.

It was time to take her home.

Benjamin smiled.

“I’m not the only one who does.”

At the tent’s open flap, she asked, “Will you tell me about Setauket, if I ask?”

“Well,” he considered it, a second too long. “I’m not sure it is beneficial for your mission.”

“Really? You are not the only Long Island soldier I feed, Major. Is that a sufficient answer?”

“Yes,” he said, clearly refraining his laugh, “yes, of course.”

She nodded, and laughed for both of them. Then she raised her chin, “Good. You just earned yourself an extra piece of ham.”

“Miss Walker!”

“I’m coming, Captain Seymour!”

“I’m not counting on the ham,” Benjamin remarked, “You’ll give my extra piece to a foot soldier, won’t you?”

“I-” she paused. He knows me.

“Yes, I would.” She moved forward, “Seymour is getting reckless. Goodbye, Major Tallmadge.”

“Goodbye, Miss Walker.”

And she left the soldier from Long Island.

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flightfoot · 2 years

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Hey, I'd like to say thank you for answering my "oc from future gets stuck in the present" fic ask on how Marinette would react to a Lila-descendant Cat. I finally got the first chapter published and the next two chapters are coming along. It's a weirdly cathartic experience.

But now I'm hitting a bit of a bump on Adrien's side. He has the opposite problem to Marinette's side: instead of worrying about going overboard in criticizing him, I kinda worry if I could criticize him enough without going too easy on him.

I have a vague idea of some reckless stunt he might pull in a desperate attempt to get back to the present, but I wanna build up to that. So in the meantime, I wanna tackle his other flaws.

There're the common criticisms of him such as him not taking Ladybug's rejection like a champ or him not being responsible enough as a superhero... but without Marinette around, I don't think anyone can call him out for either of those. Heck, the current grandma guardian might even discourage him from actively participating in akuma fights to not risk his safety for the timeline.

So my next best option is for him to find parallels of his situation through the future bug.

Like Adrien, the bug loves his hero partner and was rejected when he confessed - but unlike Adrien he took it like a champ. The bug stresses how he doesn't wanna drive his cat away and ruin their bond because of his feelings... but I'm not sure how effective this will be since Adrien, who's allowed to know at least the bug's identity for convenience in covering for him, would hear from Calico's fox bro that Calico's got a thing for civilian!bug. And bug isn't letting it sail cause it feels like he's taking advantage, which on the other hand may jab at Adrien (based on his actions in Chat Blanc).

Like Buginette, he now has more pressure on him with his cat gone and he's got a team to lead and a historical cat to look after. The bug's personality is overearnest and honest to a fault, like an open book slammed right into one's face... but like Marinette, he's also forced to hide things from his cat, such as his true identity and how badly he wishes he could just tell her or how much the pressure is really getting to him but he feels the need to put a stronger front for her and the team. Adrien gets to see a fraction of Ladybug's baggage through her similarities to this bug.

I know Adrien could be a bit socially clueless, but is he empathetic enough to learn a lesson this way? How self aware is he actually? Would this be enough to give him a wake up call that he needs to straighten up?

Well, thanks for hearing me out anyway.

Okay so, really have to dig into more details about why Adrien keeps hoping for Ladybug to return his feelings, even after she turns him down (which she first did "officially" in Glaciator, before that she just thought he was joking).

It goes back to the kind of optimism he carries through with his other relationships, most notably with his father, where he basically has to keep on asking in order to have some sort of hope of Gabriel actually like, caring about him, and keeping up that hope in order to function.

Well, and also just plain "Adrien has really strong feelings for Ladybug that he has trouble putting a lid on, as much as he tries to". Something which parallels well with Marinette's different attempts to put a lid on her feelings for Adrien, and her subsequent failures to do so.

It's not that Adrien doesn't understand that he needs to let his romantic feelings for Ladybug go. Or rather, to not pursue them. You see it whenever it comes up, especially in Glaciator and Glaciator 2 - he really wants to be with Ladybug, but he does accept her rejection, doesn't want to hurt her, and values her friendship. Thing is, his feelings don't care about what would be convenient, and he's still in love with her regardless, which can be hard to deal with. But he does make efforts to not impose them on her, he's just not always successful at it. Also doesn't help that his and Ladybug's relationship has always been somewhat flirtatious, and the exact boundaries of that aren't always clear.

You do see him making some specific efforts to try and deal with it, like in the NY Special he manages to find a platonic way to show how much he cares for Ladybug and give her flowers, by looking up flower languages and figuring out that yellow roses symbolize friendship.

Ladybug:(distressed) Cat Noir, I've told you to stop bringing me flowers! Cat Noir: Yeah, I know. When I tried to offer you a red rose, you told me that red symbolizes "passion", so you refused it! And I offered you a white rose, but you said that white stood for "pure love", and you refused it too! So now I'm offering you a yellow rose, because I've looked it up and yellow represents friendship. Here's to a perfect partnership. Ladybug: Are you sure yellow roses don't represent jealousy? Cat Noir: Uh- No. That would be blue roses? Hang on! No, purple!! Or was it orange?(Ladybug looks amused) Ladybug:(chuckles) You don't need to give me flowers! I already know you're the best partner ever, Cat Noir. (smells the rose) It smells really good anyway. Thanks, kitty! (uses her yo-yo and swings away)

Plus he actually did try to move on from her, pursuing a relationship with Kagami. Which fell through because well, superhero duties, though I doubt it would've lasted longer than a few months anyway, since it was basically a rebound.

And then in Glaciator 2, he's pretty determined to try to find some way to deal with his feelings for Ladybug that doesn't end up hurting her, since she was pretty upset with him that episode, and he doesn't want to hurt her. Annoying her is one thing, but hurting her is another story. Which mostly comes back to attempting to deny his feelings for Ladybug, which again, doesn't work well because he can't make them disappear like that.

None of this is helped by basically all of Adrien's emotional eggs being in the Ladybug basket, even just on a platonic basis. There's a reason why he coped pretty well with his break-up with Kagami, while Marinette had a crisis over her relationship with Luka ending, despite her break-up going far better. He's highly emotionally dependent on Ladybug, and so long as his relationship with her is solid (platonic or romantic), he's generally in good shape. Sadly his support system is really shaky, with not being able to count on the adults in his life for emotional support, and his friends at school... well, he doesn't have as much access to them as say, Marinette has, and they can be torn away from him at a moment's notice. Basically the only people he can count on to not be ripped away from him who are part of his support network are Plagg and Ladybug, which means that anything involving his feelings for and relationship with Ladybug is amplified. He NEEDS that relationship to be secure.

It's also not that Adrien doesn't understand the kind of pressure Ladybug's under. He does. He often reassures her and comforts her, helps boost her up when she's having trouble coping with her responsibilities. One of the things he's frustrated by is that she won't open up and let him help her. But he does try to be there for her when she lets him.

So yeah I don't think that Adrien "not knowing that he needs to not impose his feelings on Ladybug" is the issue, or him not wanting to do so. It's more that he doesn't really know how to actually deal with those feelings, like, a good way of coping with still having those strong romantic feelings for her. Which your bug might be able to help with, actually. Have him talk through how he deals with still having strong feelings for his cat, and wanting to let her know that he loves and cares for her, and basically give Adrien some specific coping techniques to use, cuz no one else in his life is gonna teach him any.

I could see Bug telling Chat that like, Ladybug knows his feelings for her, and he needs to not pursue that any further unless she makes the first move. And him saying that he knows and he's trying, but being frustrated because while he doesn't want to hurt her, his feelings for her are still there, and he's not sure what to do to keep that under control in a way that won't remind her of that constantly. Bug just saying "try harder" wouldn't help here, Adrien needs some more specific ways to cope with it. As it is, what he and Ladybug worked out in Glaciator 2, with him asking her whether it was okay for him to still call her "milady", and Ladybug saying yes, and basically that as far as boundaries go, if she says to stop doing something then stop, is a good start.

Calico's got a thing for civilian!bug. And bug isn't letting it sail cause it feels like he's taking advantage, which on the other hand may jab at Adrien (based on his actions in Chat Blanc).

Eh... don't really agree with this stance, personally. They're still themselves as civilians, it's not like either the superhero or civilian versions of themselves are "fake". Whichever version of each other that they have a crush on, it IS really them, so I wouldn't count that as "taking advantage". Like. Adrien really is Adrien, he's not disguising himself as Adrien, he IS Adrien. Being Chat Noir as well doesn't change that.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #ml analysis

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totouchthcstars · 1 year

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Look who just woke up- is that RYUSEI YOKOHAMA? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s SON GOKU from DRAGON BALL. I heard he is 26 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a ALWAYS A HAPPY-GO-LUCKY PERSON BUT KIND OF DUMB IN BOOK SMARTS; ALWAYS GETTING IN TROUBLE AND DANGER THANKS TO HIS LACK OF FEAR AND NERVOUSNESS; ALWAYS LOVING COMBAT AND A GOOD CHALLENGE impression. They’re known to be quite PASSIONATE, but have a tendency to be RECKLESS on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns : he/him

How long have they been in Sydney : in his fake life, Gogu actually grew up in Sydney. In reality, he is living there for 3 years, at this point

Which suburb do they live in? Tba

Personality description : Goku does have a pure hard and a very simple, carefree view on life, usually not looking for much more than new challenges and adventures. However, Goku is still extremely loyal and caring, and, different from his usual behaviour, takes promises and paying back favours very seriously. He can often inspire people with this simply view on life, and being content and happy without any luxury, however, some sipl ysay Goku is lazy and not very ambitious because of it, at the end of the day

Memories of their real life : Goku does remember most things, howver, not that much of his adult life later, like, things like being married and stuff. But doe does remember Bulma, Grandpa Gohan and Chi-Chi, and the dragon balls and Vegeta and all those things. However, he does also remember nothing about his original mission, similar to how he forgot it in his real life after his head injury

What was their fake life like :

If you would ask people what they could tell you about Goku, they would all say he was a wild child. Always hungry, always running around and never wanting to sleep, and never backing down from a fight.

His older sister, who he was living with, would say it was because Goku lost his parents at such a young age. She loved the boy, as her brother, but had no idea what to do with him to make him behave better, she was no mother, after all. To not always be so reckless and to take more care because, well, Goku would often end up with bruises and other injuries due to his wild lifestyle.

When it was time for Goku to go to school, things got a little bit better, since there was a lot of physical exercise for the boys. However, he would almost always get in trouble anyway, mostly with the teachers for falling asleep in class, or things like that. Like, Goku was not book-smart, and school was not his thing, at all. He would very much prefer roaming around in the outskirts and go on adventures there, instead. It was just the words of his sister that kept him visiting classes more or less regulary.

He grew older, and was not willing to accept orders from his sister anymore, Goku left school alltogether, not seeing any need for any kind of higher education. A part of him had thought about joining the military, but all the rules there were not for him, and Goku quickly quit again. So, instead of having any stable job at this point, Goku does regulary participate in underground fights for money. He does love to fight, after all, and the fact that many people underestimate him is only part of the fun.

All he knew now about his sister is that she obviously got married and also has two children.

Quote: “Ossu! Ora Goku!”

Theme Song: Survivor - Eye Of The Tiger

Hobies: food, fighting, training, go onto adventures, travel on the flying nimbus

#about Son Goku tbt #Son Goku tbt #thebridge: intro #muse intro

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doctorbluesmanreturns · 3 years

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Writing fic is sometimes like “I love canon and this happens in the blank areas between events that actually were depicted” and sometimes like “well you know WHAT, actually they NEVER betrayed their friends or sided with evil, how about THAT?!”

#this is specifically about Faith on btvs #like actually no she was a deep cover agent who helped them defeat the mayor #then went on to go to UC Sunnydale and majored in something ridiculously smart #also Giles became her father figure as well including a near verbatim version of the B99 meme #she also got rid of most of the stuff the mayor gave her but kept the playstation #then also got a Nintendo 64 through probably legal means #she got super into Ocarina of Time and later Majora’s Mask #and also bought Mario Kart to be able to have parties with her friends #she’s currently one of those people who argue that the polygon graphics for original Crash and Spyro look better than the remastered ones #also she has a YouTube channel where she sometimes mentions being a slayer #but she’s a retro game reviewer so everyone just thinks she means Castlevania #I realize this turned into borderline flanderization but I feel like a more mentally stable Faith would be such a gamer #she loves fighting anyway and was getting reckless and looking for trouble #so the healthy version of that is gaming specifically anything where you fight enemies #Giles checks on her one time and she literally just got done with patrol and immediately started playing Doom #he tried to get her into something less similar to real life and gave her his old copies of King’s Quest V and VI #which she claims to love ironically but genuinely thinks are really fun apart from V being so hateful #(Giles gave her out of context hints after a 45 minute phone rant about getting trapped in the Inn)#but anyway getting into Sierra led her right to Gabriel Knight thus thwarting Giles’ plan to get her to do stuff unrelated to her life #(also Giles totally loves adventure games especially King’s Quest #he doesn’t HATE technology he hates that internet research was threatening to replace books)

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scmg11 · 2 years

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hiii! Hope ur exams are going well! When you get the time, could u plz write a Hailee Steinfeld X Fem!Reader smut fic. R is an actress like Hailee and they play mentor/mentee roles on set, (Haliee being thementor & R being thementee) but irl they r friends (secretly crushing on each other). After a scene where Hailee has to fight R, (R's character is reckless getting her in trouble). Anyway the 2 end up confessing with some smut @ the end, H calls R 'little one' just like her character does) ty

HAILEE STEINFELD x READER

LITTLE ONE

A/N: LOOK WHO'S BACK?! HELLO PEOLE!! I am truly sorry for being M.I.A. for so long but I had been so busy I was too exhausted to write more than a few phrases at night lol.

But here I am with another Tumblr request. I honestly LOVED writing this chapter and I hope you guys will like it too!

As always, thank you so so so so so much for reading, liking and commenting my stories, it makes me so happy!

Sending love ❤️

Summary: Hailee and Y/N are in the middle of shooting a brand new season for Hawkeye. They are best friend that are secretly in love with the other. After a particularly hectic day on set, they confess their feelings and act on their desires.

Warnings: smut.

Word counting: 8385 words.

"Okay, Megs now remember what I taught you. Try to stay focused on the target, this is just a reckon mission. We hide and take as much intel as we can. Nothing too much dang- Megs?! Megs?" Hailee hastily turned her head around to locate the girl her character thought was dutifully listening to her tips for a stakeout, but she was nowhere to be found, already knowing where she was by their script. "Megan! What are you doing?" Hailee yelled as planned when she let her eyes fall on the girl crossing the street and strolling towards the warehouse their characters had to observe in this scene. Even if they were 2 feet apart, the editing of this scene will make it look like Kate was standing from a building not too far from the warehouse that she carefully choose, like her mentor Clint taught her to, to have the best view to watch whatever sketchy things were doing the drug dealers they were keeping an eye on. She let a grimace on her face to make it look like Kate just realized her mistake and almost blew their safe cover in order to screech at Megan across the street when she could’ve used the intercoms they had on. "What are you doing?" She repeated in a quieter, hushed tone as she ducked down acting like Kate was shielding herself from anyone who might’ve heard her.

"I’m taking matters into my own hands. I’m just going to take a closer look around and get the informations we need."

"Are you insane?! They could shoot you as soon as you step into that warehouse!" Hailee countered back in an hushed tone, following the script to desperately try to convince the annoying girl to backtrack and come back to her.

"Relax granny. Jeez, since you became my mentor you completely lost your coolness." Y/N quipped with a smug smirk as she walked closer to the warehouse backdoor.

"What?! That’s not true!"

"You’re starting to sound a lot like Clint. Uh, growing older is the real deal." Y/N kept on acting, her character continuing to mock Kate as she now stood in front of the warehouse rusted door blocked by a bolt she already started to pick to open it. The camera pan in on her hands to show the lockpicking tools in her palm to point out she pulled them out of the black haired girl’s suit when she was distracted and then on her face where she put on a smug smirk.

Hailee huffed out in frustration to show her character realized Y/N’s one wasn’t going to give up in entering the building, then grabbed the bow and sprinted down the stairs to catch up on the girl, the camera following her down in front of her. As she descended the stairs she murmured grumpily, "I’m not turning into Clint." Then she raised her voice to be heard by the supposed girl across the street. "I’m not a granny and I’m not loosing my coolness, missy. We will have a chat after this. Oh no, now I definitely sound like Clint. Damn it!" Hailee stretched a flabbergasted expression on her face as she lashed out in frustration to sound like Kate realized what she said while opened the building door and run towards the girl kneeling on the floor to pick at the lock.

"AND CUT! Hailee, Y/N that was great. Go get ready with make up. It’s already pretty late, so we’re just gonna shoot the scene of the girls fighting about Y/N’s reckless decision. And we’re done for the day." The director instructed shortly at the two, both nodding and making their way to the makeup trailer.

"I can’t wait to go to bed, ugh- I’m exhausted." Y/N groaned out in pain as she massaged her neck to release some of its tension. Hailee gulped imperceptibly at the sound, clearly throwing away the feeling it aroused and tried to act normal by letting a groan of agreement herself.

"Me too. It’s already midnight. We will probably finish shooting around 2 a.m., if we’re lucky. I’m just glad tomorrow is my day off. I need sleep."

"I have the day off too tomorrow and I plan to just do that, sleep my tiredness away." Y/N rubbed her cold hands together to try to warm them up just a bit, but the cold winter of New York was proving that task to be completely useless. She gave up after a few seconds and opted to warm herself up in a more successful way, slotting her arm between Hailee’s side and her own and hugging the singer enough to warm themselves up a tad without making them stumble in their walk. It seemed it helped a lot because as soon as their bodies were in a close proximity their bodies temperature immediately rose up, enough to let a blush burn their cold cheeks. Having a crush on your co-star and being best friends with that said co-stair, both expressing affection through physical contact, which means cuddling, hugging, holding hands every time they have the chance to, tends to make your body temperature be extremely high and to your cheeks and neck to be more often than not tinted with a crimson color. They reached the makeup trailer and walked inside, both sighing at the warmth that immediately engulfed them and warmed them up from the cold outside.

"Are you thinking what I am thinking?" Hailee asked excitedly as she took a seat on her chair closer to the door while Y/N sat on the chair beside hers on her left, their makeup artists immediately starting their works - both wanting to speed up the process to call it quits and go take some well needed rest, it was very late after all - to make their faces look up like they just had a big, badass fight with drug dealers.

"That alligators have a permanent erection? Or that kangaroos have three vaginas?" Y/N asked Hailee in confusion, mischievous swimming in her eyes as she took the brunette’s, now wearing Kate’s black hair, open-mouthed, shocked expression on her face while their makeup artists snorted at her funny questions.

"That’s not… exactly what I was thinking." Hailee drawled her words in confusion, looking at the wall behind Y/N completely lost before meeting the girl’s Y/E/C hues and asking bemused, "why the fuck are you thinking about that?"

"I wasn’t, it’s just funny teasing you." Y/N snickered loudly when Hailee graciously slapped her knee, trying to be careful and to not move too much to let her makeup artist keep doing her work. "Anyway, what were you thinking?"

"Sleepover? Mine or yours?" Hailee eagerly asked, her big grin so shiny it could oveeshadow the bright lights surrounding the big mirrors in front of them.

"Well last time we slept at your trailer, so I guess we can stay at mine tonight." Y/N pondered out loud while watching the girl sitting beside her through the mirror in front of her and smiled back when Hailee flashed her an excited grin followed by a gentle squeal of approval.

It was well known the girls’ habit of having sleepovers almost every night to spend as much time as they could on set. They had met five years ago at the Vanity Fair Oscars after party and they had been best friends since then, so imagine their reaction when one day Y/N, hanging out at Hailee’s house at the time, received the call she landed the role of Megan, Kate’s protégé, for the brand new season of Hawkeye. They both screamed in excitement for 10 minutes straight, almost losing their voices in the process. The fact that they both developed a tiny, insignificant crush on each other was just a plus, however they both were slowly losing their minds due to the fact they were always reaching for the other out to seek some physical contact and it drove them crazy for always wanting to take that small step to change their friendship for good but always chickening out the second after, afraid the other wouldn’t reciprocate the feeling.

After they were done with makeup, both admiring the great job the two makeup artists did, they were ushered back on set. The cameras and the crew moved in the building where Kate’s apartment was assembled to shoot the scene of the fight Kate and Megan have after escaping from the drug dealer’s hideout where they fought against 40 people at least.

"Okay girls, whenever you’re ready. Remember this is a really heavy scene, Kate’s and Megan’s raw emotions come out causing them they argue before making up." Their director instructed before going behind the camera and signaled at them to get into position.

"Ready?" The two girls spoke up at the same time after opening their eyes and taking a big, grounding, deep breath to get into character.

"And… ACTION!"

"Kate I still don’t get why you are making this a big deal." Y/N opened the door and walked into what the set had been assembled to be Kate’s apartment, turning around as she leaned her butt on the kitchen counter, "I got everything we needed on the thumb drive. I had everything under control." She turned around to open a cabinet and retrieved a glass to fill it with water and taking a sip. She set the glass down with a roll of her eyes following the script when Hailee’s character countered back.

"Oh yeah, you were clearly fine with 43 thugs ready to kill you. You were supposed to stay by my side and let me explain what to do." Hailee crossed her arms angrily and stared at her friend with anger burning in her blue eyes thanks to the contacts her makeup artist put on.

"I could have handled them."

"No! You could’ve not! You started your training only 6 months ago."

"Pft, I’m a pro. I can-"

"You’re not listening to me! The most important part of our mentor/mentee relationship is listening and communicating and you didn’t follow through neither of them." Hailee punctuated her listing by counting it on her fingers, her character trying to make Y/N’s one to understand the great risk she took by acting so reckless.

"Your plan wasn’t great-"

Hailee rolled her eyes according to the script and wrinkling her face to make it look like Kate was loosing it, Y/N’s character’s stubbornness was really testing Kate limits, then she walked quickly towards the girl and stood in front of her, now both were face to face staring in anger at each other. "MY PLAN WAS GREAT! YOU RUINED IT!" Hailee stressed the word ‘you’ out by pressing her finger harshly on Y/N’s chest, "you acted like a child. Your recklessness was dangerous, it could have put you in trouble."

"I had everything under-"

"No! Don’t say that. After I knocked two men down, I turned around and saw one of them pointing a gun at your back while you were beating another one up. If I wasn’t there-" Hailee stopped abruptly when her voice cracked, closing her eyes to stop her tears from spilling out of them and taking a deep breath to calm her nerves before taking a step back, but a hand on her bicep stopped her. She was really shocked how easily it came acting with Y/N, but this scene so full of anger was really testing herself. She never fought with Y/N and the words Kate says to Y/N felt so real to Hailee. Y/N was her world, she wanted to protect her at all costs and she couldn’t imagine a world without her.

"Kate look at me." When Hailee acted like Kate didn’t listen to Megan’s request, the girl tightened her grasp while taking a step closer, "Kate please, look at me." Hailee merely shook her head with her lip slightly quivering and her expression full of pure sorrow. "I’m here Kate. I’m okay. Thanks to you. Listen-" Y/N sighed out loudly, collecting her thought to explain to Hailee’s character what pushed her to act so recklessly, "I just wanted to look cool, okay? I-" Y/N hesitated as scripted, giving Hailee her cue to open her eyes to meet hers, "for all my life I’ve been judged. My parents abandoned me when I was born. I never stayed more than an year in a foster family. I was always the weird kid, the lonely one, the one everyone avoided. And when my powers showed up when I was 15?" Y/N used the ability she perfected over the years to let a few tears roll down her cheeks, even tho Megan’s story was so painful she felt sorry for her, so crying on cue was easier, "it was hard. But then you saved me in Portland and took me under your wing. I never felt special. I’ve always been nothing, a freak. But you made me feel special. You trained me, you helped me control my powers, you gave me a purpose. And I wanted to look cool in front of your eyes, okay? That’s why I acted that way." Even if Megan’s story was far from Y/N’s one, there was something they had in common. They always felt like they weren’t enough. Before becoming famous, Y/N had to endure a lot of doors in her face, then she got a part on a small Netflix tv show and she only grew from there. But she was always putting herself down, not really feeling like she was good enough. Then she met Hailee. She was nothing but sweet and gentle the first night they met and when they grew closer and closer, for the first time Y/N felt like she was more than enough each time Hailee regarded her with a look of pride whenever she did anything at all. And falling for her was even easier. She just wished Hailee felt the same.

Hailee wiped away the tears she let roll down her cheeks before hugging Y/N tightly, "you never told me that. Now I understand why you always changed the subject when I asked about your parents. I’m sorry if I pushed you on this subject."

"You didn’t. I wanted to share my past with you but I wanted to look cool so I dodged your questions." Y/N gave Hailee another heartfelt hug, letting out a not scripted sigh when the brunettes heat warmed her whole body up, "I’m sorry for my behavior. I promise you I won’t do that again."

"You better." Hailee slapped the back of Y/N’s head playfully, snickering softly when the girl let out a gentle, unscripted ‘ouch’, "y’know, I always thought you were cool, you didn’t need to pull all that off for me to think that."

"Really?"

"Yes. For starters, I’m your favorite Avenger." Hailee pushed her hair over her shoulder as she gloated with a big smile on her lips, causing Y/N to smile warmly at her. "But seriously, you held yourself so high, emanating this cool aura while pride shined brightly in your eyes doing what you were born to do. Save the world from darkness. And now that I know you had a really shitty youth, it makes you cooler." Hailee let herself get carried away as she added a line that wasn’t scripted, something that the two of them did often since they shared such a deep chemistry, "you didn’t let your past define your future and I find it mesmerizing." Y/N let tears roll down her eyes once again and shivered wildly when Hailee’s hand caressed her skin to wipe them away, "you remind me of myself when I was Clint’s protégé."

Y/N looked at Hailee confused and furrowed her eyebrows in question, "really?"

"Yep." Hailee popped the ‘p’ for more effect and continued with a smile, "I was desperately trying to make myself look cool when I was doing the opposite. Once I tried to look cool by saving his ass, it didn’t go smoothly. I feel from a window on the roof and crashed right in front of him, tied up on a chair, while 6 guns were pointing at me." Hailee laughed to make it look like Kate was laughing at the fond memory, her stomach filling up with butterflies when Y/N’s giggle reached her ears, "you are brave, little one. Don’t ever lose that beautiful light you have here." Hailee lifted her hand up to point at Y/N’s chest right were her heart was, before gulping imperceptibly at her gesture.

"AND CUT! GIRLS THAT WAS ASTOUNDING!" Their director congratulated them and both smiled in appreciation at him.

Hailee pulled her hand away from Y/N’s body and cleared her throat while her eyes looked down at her feet taking a few steps back, "that was my boob Steinfeld, not my heart."

"Shut up. It was a movement not executed correctly." Hailee pushed Y/N away from herself when she tried to hug her, "and don’t try to look that smug. You enjoyed my finger there." Hailee teased back, not noticing the blush now adorning her best friend’s cheeks as she chuckled under her breath and pulled her into her body in a side hug. "Let’s go take our makeup off and go to bed. I’m exhausted."

"Yeah, me too. Bickering with you is tiring." Hailee shook her head at the teasing words Y/N just threw at her before pushing them out of the building and towards the makeup trailer.

"Ugh, ordering pizza was a great idea." Hailee groaned in satisfaction when she took the last bite of her second slice, already stretching her hand to grab a third one.

"And whose this idea was?" Y/N asked rhetorically, throwing her rolled napkin in Hailee’s direction, who was too busy enjoying her pizza to dodge it, letting it just roll off her forehead.

"Whatever." They were now seated in Y/N’s trailer, both too tired to shower so they just plainly changed into comfy sweats and hoodies and were now chilling on Y/N’s couch, facing each other with their legs crossed under their bodies. "I’m so glad we have the day off tomorrow. Shooting at night it’s pretty demanding and I really need sleep." Hailee took a big gulp of water after finishing her fourth slice of pizza, cleaning her greasy hands on a napkin before slumping her body unceremoniously on Y/N’s one, the girl already laid out on the couch comfortably.

Y/N grunted at the sudden weight falling on her body, "get off, you’re heavy." Her words didn’t follow her actions because as soon as she finished speaking, her hands sneaked around Hailee’s waist and hugged her, the singer cuddling into her friend right away. "Want to go to bed?"

"Yes please." Hailee shifted her body to pull up from Y/N’s lean one, the girl doing just the same alongside her, her movements causing her to sit up and straddle Y/N’s lap and shivered at the intimate position she found herself in, before squealing in surprise when Y/N prevented her to stand on her feet by sneaking her left arm under her legs while the other grasped her mid-torso and jumped quickly on her feet and carried Hailee in her bedroom. "Y/N!" Hailee screeched loudly, amused laughs following soon after at their playful banter, while knots filled the singer’s stomach at the show of strength and the almost intimate gesture. "Y/N I swear, if you drop mE! Y/N NO!" Y/N faked loosening her grip on the girl and making her believe she was gonna drop her, laughing heartily at the squeals leaving Hailee’s mouth as she tightened the grip on the girl neck, before continuing her walk towards her bedroom.

"Okay, now I’m gonna throw you on the bed. On three. Ready?"

"You’re not gonna throw me on the bed. You’re gonna put me down gently." Hailee countered back with a serious expression but the devilish smirk plastered on the Y/H/C girl and the mischievous glint sparkling in her Y/E/C eyes told the singer Y/N was definitely going to throw her on the bed and not in a delicate way. "Y/N I swear to god, don’t even think aBOUT IT!" Hailee screamed in fear when she felt Y/N having momentum before pushing her out of her grip, but Hailee’s arms tightened around Y/N’s neck and caused both of them to fall on the bed in a loud thud, mixed with the loud squeak of the bed springs. They shared a great, loud belly laugh at their childish behavior, Hailee clutching Y/N’s t-shirt as she hid her smiling face into Y/N’s neck while their laughs dwindled, feeling her pulse quickening as soon her nose came in contact with Y/N’s skin, her perfume invading every cell of her body, and her right leg slid over her hips to cuddle as closer as she could while they came down from laughing care-freely. Their moment was interrupted with Y/N’s phone, that was charging on the nightstand, beeping loudly, signaling she got a new notification. When the phone beeped once again, the Y/H/C girl sighed out and stretched her arm over the nightstand to grab it. "Who is it?"

"Oh it’s just Twitter." Y/N answered briefly after taking a quick look on the bright screen in a strained tone and a clearly fake smile that Hailee saw through right away.

"Yeah, it definitely is just Twitter." Hailee’s sarcastic tone was clear in her statement as her eyes rolled half-heartedly, before laying a soft hand on Y/N’s stomach to grab her attention. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, a lot of fans tagged me in a video of my ex talking shit about me. Nothing new." Y/N tried to downplay the situation as she always did, but Hailee shook her head firmly, wrapping her hand, previously caressing her stomach, around Y/N’s hand clutching her phone and staring at her with her eyes full of affection and sympathy.

"Can I?" Y/N was torn for just a millisecond before sighing loudly and nodding slowly at her friend, letting her take the phone form her hand and open the video attached to an article talking about Y/N’s ex boyfriend making fun of their past relationship on a radio interview. "Oh so he just plainly avoided talking how shitty he made you feel? How poorly he treated you? How he forgot your anniversary because he was too busy partying with his own friends?" Y/N just stared on the ceiling, not finding in herself enough voice to answer Hailee’s questions without her voice cracking from the emotions boiling up in her chest. A silent tear fell down the side of her head but a hand prevented it to continue its journey down and hit the pillow, caressing her skin softly in a comforting manner. "He is an asshole that didn’t deserve your love in the first place. And you were kind enough to not show the world what a dick he really is by just avoiding talking about your relationship. He is just doing it for a bit of fame. Your fans will shut him up in seconds. I’m sure they already did!" Hailee chuckled under her breath at the image of Y/N’s fans already lashing out at him, causing a small but significant smile to roll over Y/N’s lips previously curled in a pout. During Hailee’s speech Y/N’s eyes strayed from the ceiling and met Hailee’s fierce gaze, conveying as much love as she could through her brown irises, and grounded Y/N into them and ignited a fire whining her. "You are amazing Y/N. Never forget that."

"You’re just saying it because I’m your best friend." Y/N tried to crack a joke to light up the heavy conversation lingering in the air and to stop Hailee from looking at her like that. It was really testing her willpower, wanting at all costs to close that excruciating gap between them and to let her lips express every single emotion she had been repressing since her feelings for the brunette changed.

"I’m not. Y/N-" Hailee sighed loudly and let go of the phone in her hand, laying it beside Y/N’s torso, to grasp the girl’s cheek and caress it tenderly. "I’m talking from the bottom of my heart. You are special, you are kind, passionate, nice, polite, smart and just the most talented person I’ve ever known. You are just so full of love and unfortunately you gave it to the wrong person, that will never love anyone beside himself. You deserve to be treated like a fucking queen. I don’t know what I would do to be that person, to give you the world, to personally go to space and give you the moon. To shower you with love and affection." Hailee at this point just let her heart do the talking, not really planning to confess her feelings but, atlas, that’s what just Y/N did to her. She fueled a fire that she couldn’t control anymore, so she just let it take over and do the talking. Meanwhile Y/N just stared aghast at Hailee’s words, not exactly believing what she was hearing. Maybe I just fell asleep and I’m dreaming those words all over again. She bittersweetly thought, blinking repeatedly to force herself out of her slumber but when she noticed she was very much awake and those were words Hailee was really speaking, she forced her body to fucking do something, like talk. But nothing came out of her, her mouth plainly opening and closing in a fun way, making her look like she was a fish underwater staring dumbly back at her. Hailee sighed loudly at Y/N’s reaction and broke their intense staring contest to look down at her arm outstretched in front of her, "I know it’s a lot and I know my feelings may be unrequited, but I’m so tired to pretend I don’t have them, to push them into the deepest part of my brain every time we spend time together, to repress my desire to kiss you and show you how being loved really feels. I hope I didn’t make it awkward and that we can overcome this and keep being friends-" Hailee’s words were abruptly cut short by a pair of lips pushing on hers aggressively, wrapping their mouths in an eager, passionate and loving dance once the brunette overcame her initial shock and reciprocated with just as much enthusiasm at the long-awaited kiss. "Does it mean mean something or did you just kiss me to shut me up? Because people do that." Hailee asked dazedly, opening her eyes slowly and meeting a pair of sparkling Y/E/C ones staring back at her.

"I like you, so fucking much Hailee Steinfeld. I would deliver another heartfelt speech about my feelings for you and how tired I am for hiding them from you, but my mind is actually pretty much a heap of mush from that talented mouth of yours. Besides, I would love nothing more than to use our lips to do something different from talking." Y/N seductively whispered on Hailee’s mouth, letting her tongue out to lick teasingly the seam of Hailee’s plump, slightly red lips and ripping a soft moan out of Hailee’s throat at the sensual gesture. "I have a feeling you want that too."

Hailee groaned out as she moved her hand from Y/N’s left cheek to tangle it between Y/N’s Y/H/C locks and slip her tongue between Y/N’s lips, curled in a smug smirk. It was now the other girl’s time to moan out at the pleasure spreading throughout her body from the sexual action but eagerly kissed Hailee back while their tongues dancing together between their parted mouths. "I want to do more than just kiss you." Hailee admitted boldly on Y/N’s lips once they pull away to take some needed breath, their lungs burning wildly at the lack of air and their hearts bumping loudly in their heaving chests. Y/N’s jaw went slack at the admission and just stared at Hailee with a mix of shock, bewilderment and arousal swimming in her Y/E/C eyes, her irises searching desperately a sign Hailee was joking or something like that, but finding in her brown hues nothing but love, affection and pure lust. "If you want that too, of course."

Y/N’s lips immediately connected with Hailee’s ones again instead of answering, kissing her passionately, her tongue licking every inch of the singer’s mouth as she reveled in the amazing minty taste and something uniquely Hailee while her hands caressed all over her body, filling her palms with the singer’s amazing curves and lean figure, feeling her strong back muscles stand up under her pads at the attention when her fingers raked up and down her spine. "I don’t want to sound like an horny teenager but I want to feel you around my fingers so badly." Hailee moaned lowly at the image immediately forming in her mind, shockwaves traveling from her spine straight down her core, drenching more and more her already ruined panties in less than a second. "But I don’t want to sound like I just want sex from you, because, god, Hailee, I don’t. I want everything from you. And I want to give you just as much, if not more." Y/N laid a long, affectionate peck on Hailee’s lips before continuing, "I just- I’ve wanted you for a very long time and just kissing you turned me on, like- a lot- by the way you’re an amazing kisser- I just-" it was now Y/N’s time to be cut short by a pair of soft lips, Hailee effectively shutting Y/N’s ramble up with a fierce kiss while her hands boldly reached up and cupped Y/N’s right breast through her shirt, whining gently between their mouths at the pleasant discovery of the girl not wearing a bra under her oversized, worn out black t-shirt when she felt her nipple under her palm stand up at the attention.

"I want you. So badly." Hailee murmured between kisses, moving her lips then between the hollow of Y/N’s neck and where it meets with her clavicle, focusing on a few seconds there to leave a faint mark there that would disappear in a few hours - she didn’t want to gain Y/N’s make up artist attention - and smirking on the skin there when she felt more than heard the hoarse, low moan that vibrated through Y/N’s throat.

"I want you too Haiz. I’ve been wanting you for a while-shit!" Y/N cursed under her breath when Hailee’s hand slipped under her shirt and finally came in contact with her breast greedy for Hailee’s fingers attention without restraint, alternating between squeezing the firm mound hard and softly before she rolled the pebbled nipple between her thumb and index finger, sending shock waves directly into Y/N’s aching core.

"You can touch too, y’know." Hailee encouraged Y/N when she noticed her hands stayed at her side, grasping the hem of her shirt hard from the pleasure building up within her and from unconsciously hesitating with letting her hands roam around Hailee’s marvelous body. At that Y/N noticed her frozen hands and immediately did what she was craving to do since she met Hailee years ago, grasping her magnificent ass to knead it eagerly, smirking triumphantly when she got a high-pitched whine as a response to her actions. "Fuck, your hands feels so good on me."

"And wait till I start touching more." Y/N murmured sultrily on Hailee’s parted mouth, biting on her bottom lip gently as her hands slipped under the girl’s grey sweatpants and panties and grasped her ass without pieces of clothing in the way. She didn’t know where this boost of confidence came from, but she was definitely riding this wave to make the most of it. Hailee arched her back in response to push her ass more into those amazing hands worshipping her butt in a heavenly way, but she needed more. Now. So with a disgruntled groan, she slipped her hand out of Y/N’s shirt and immediately discarded the piece of clothing on the trailer’s floor, before doing the same with her own shirt, pushing her bare chest out just for Y/N.

Y/N’s eyes devoured every inch of her scorching hot skin, feeling her hands on her ass twitch lightly before pushing on it and making her fall on Y/N’s body gently to let her connect their lips back together in a heavy kiss with their tongues dancing between their mouths while their naked torso sliding over each other made them shiver in arousal. Hailee’s shifting body caused a leg to slot perfectly between Y/N’s ones, the sudden impact of a strong thigh hitting her clothed clit made her interrupt abruptly their kisses and moan lewdly in Hailee’s mouth, before unconsciously sliding her own leg up to also brush it on Hailee’s center, eliciting the same reaction from the singer. Hailee’s loud moan did nothing more than completely ruin her panties for good as the fire burning deep in her stomach was becoming almost unbearable. They set a steady rhythm, both starting rubbing involuntarily on the other’s thigh as they resumed their hot kisses, but the motions quickly became greedy movements to chase an orgasm that was building fast in their lower stomaches. "Shit Y/N, I- am- fuck- close."

"Yeah, me too babe." Y/N smiled warmly at the singer having some troubles talking coherently as her pleasure hazed her mind, so she spurred the girl to chase her orgasm down as she gripped impossibly hard on the girl’s ass and helped her ride her thigh in a fast pace, instantly matching her rhythm, wanting to flip over the edge alongside Hailee. They continued to dry hump for a bit more, by now they both stopped their kisses to plainly pant and moan into each other’s mouths when their clits rubbed particularly hard on the other’s thigh, their frenzy movements causing the bedrest to slam steadily on the trailer’s wall, the sounds mixing with their own tumbling out of their throats and creating a perfect melody that ended with a long, breathy moan and a gentle, high-pitched whine blending together when their climaxes crushed over them. They slowed their movements to ride their highs as much as possible before stopping altogether, Hailee’s body immediately slumping over Y/N’s one before connecting their lips in a languid, sweet kiss as they both regained their breaths.

"Wow." Y/N murmured after their lips pulled away gently with a soft pop to take some needed breath back in their burning lungs from lack of air.

"Yeah, wow." Hailee smiled brightly down at Y/N before hiding her face in the crook of Y/N’s neck when a blush started to form on her face at the intense, fond look Y/N was regarding her with.

"If someone told me this morning I would have had confessed my feelings for you after you did the same and then we would have had sex, I would have laughed in their faces. But here we are." Y/N chuckled softly to cover up her flushed state when her stomach erupted in wild butterflies at her own words.

"Yeah, me too. Even if, y’know, it’s been a current dream to me. You don’t even know how many times I’ve dreamed about confessing my feelings and finding myself in this very position after. Well, with much less clothes, you know what I’m saying." Hailee snickered while her eyes fell down on their entwined, clothed legs, and moved them involuntarily. The motion made her very much aware of the fact that her panties were completely drenched and it created an instant pressure between her thighs, a clear sign that she was turned on once again.

"Well, I can easily make that dream come true." Y/N countered back with a quirky smirk on her lips and Hailee didn’t have enough time to wrap her still a bit hazy brain around Y/N’s words because the Y/E/C girl swiftly switched their position and pushed her on her back and got rid of her pants and panties within a second. Hailee shifted her eyes from her bare, lower half, to Y/N’s straddling her thighs and wearing an hungry glint in her eyes as they drank her now naked body in quickly, shivering wildly at the attention she was receiving.

"Take a picture, it’ll last longer." Hailee quipped to try to get Y/N’s attention, now focused intently on her breasts moving up and down every time she took a breath, succeeding right after her joke. She swallowed loudly to get rid of the instant lump in her throat when her brown irises met Y/N’s Y/E/C ones now almost completely black from lust.

"Y’know, maybe I will. After I worship you the way you deserve to be worshipped." Y/N leaned down and laid gently on Hailee’s body to whisper those words in a low, raspy tone on the singer’s lips, her pants’ fabric caressing the singer’s hot skin in a delightful way that set every single nerve ending in her body alight, before connecting their mouths in a languid but fierce kiss, enhancing their senses ten fold and making them feel each other more.

"Fuck." Hailee wailed when a hand skid up and down her side, brushing each time the side of her boob but not giving it the attention it needed. "But first, I want to get rid of those pants first." Hailee pushed Y/N gently up to let her take off her pants in a few, quick motions before focusing her attention on Y/N’s panties. "Would you look at that? This mess is because of me?" Hailee caressed Y/N’s entrance through the completely wet fabric of her panties, causing the Y/H/C girl to mewl pitifully at the new, amazing stimulation her throbbing center was receiving and buckle her hips down Hailee’s fingers desperately. "Answer me little one." Hailee knew she was playing dirty now. She knew how the nickname effected the girl. She started using the same nickname Kate use to call Megan in the show and Y/N quite liked it. Kate was 3 years older than Megan, but Hailee was just 11 months older than Y/N, however she liked calling her like that and Y/N enjoyed it just as much if not more. It gave them more closure to their characters. Hailee knew the nickname sparked the desired effect when she felt a gush of Y/N’s juices leave her core and increase the already copious amount of wetness collecting there, causing a big smile to form on the singer’s lips.

"Yes. All for you." Y/N answered under her breath, a whine leaving her lips right after when Hailee’s pointer and middle finger started rolling around her clothed clit.

Hailee let out a grunt of satisfaction and ripped the girl’s panties apart, throwing the shredded undergarment on the floor and instantly connecting her fingers with Y/N wet center, reveling in the groan of satisfaction leaving the Y/H/C girl at the touch. Seeing Y/N with her eyes closed, completely naked on top of her and her face contorted in pleasure as her hips buckled down to cease a little more contact, gave her an idea that covered her entire body in excited goosebumps. "Ride my fingers."

"W-what?" Y/N stuttered in shock at Hailee’s command, asking her to repeat herself because there was no way she asked her that.

"You heard me. Ride my fingers, babe. I wanna watch you while you come on my fingers." Hailee answered boldly while she pointed her words out with her fingers teasing Y/N’s entrance. Y/N let out a breathy moan and involuntarily pushed her hips down, the motion causing Hailee’s pointer and middle fingers to enter her just a bit and ripping a moan out of both of their throats at the new sensation Y/N’s movements triggered. Y/N then spurred into action by grabbing Hailee’s wrist and pushing her hips down more to let Hailee’s two fingers enter her completely, wailing pitifully at the feeling of finally being filled by the singer and shivered at the thought.

"Fuck Hailee, you feel so good babe."

"Shit, you feel amazing wrapped around my fingers." Hailee’s words prompted Y/N’s stilled hips to move around tentatively slow, adjusting to the brunette’s fingers before speeding up gradually their pace, the Y/H/C girl savoring this new wave of pleasure crashing over her as she chased her climax down, trying to keep her eyes open as much as she could to look into those mesmerizing brown irises.

"You’re even more beautiful looked from this angle." Hailee whispered sweetly on Y/N’s mouth after she wrapped her hands around the side of her neck and her thumbs started caressing the base of her jaw, then sunk her teeth on the brunette’s plump and soft bottom lip, causing a low whine to leave Hailee’s throat while her free hand instinctively gripped the girl’s left buttcheek to increase her hips’ speed before adding a third finger to enhance the girl’s pleasure.

"Look who’s talking. Babe you’re breathtaking from every angle. I can’t believe this is happening." Y/N’s truthful words and honesty swimming around her sparkling Y/E/C hues made the singer’s stomach knot over itself as a wail of pure pleasure and love thundered from Y/N’s throat and found it’s way out to reverberate on the trailer’s walls and her hips’ movements quickened while her movements became more sloppy and rushed as she neared the edge but she wasn’t caring about that when she had the most beautiful and caring girl in the world looking up at her like she put the stars in the sky. Hailee noticed the changed tempo of Y/N’s motions and helped her to reach her climax sooner by massaging carefully her clit with her thumb while meeting her movements by pushing her fingers up and slipping them in deeper.

"Holy shit- Hailee!" Hailee’s last hard thrust hit something deep within her that made her see stars through her hooded eyes as she came all over the singer’s fingers that slowed increasingly their movements down to prolong her pleasure as much as she could.

"How are you feeling, cutie?" Hailee whispered sweetly when Y/N’s tense body, finally slumped down on her own and nuzzled her nose on her jaw as she regained her breath.

The term of endearment instantly dusted a scorching blush on her cheeks that Y/N promptly hid with slotting her face in Hailee’s neck to prevent her from noticing her face getting red from a stupid nickname. "Good. Amazing." Y/N murmured almost unintelligibly and the brunette smiled fondly at the girl’s shyness, her fingers tangling in those soft, silky Y/H/C tresses to massage her head, comfort instantly flowing in her body and lighting it up. They stayed like that for a few more seconds, soaking up in each other perfume and molding their bodies like they were meant to be just one. When Y/N’s breath became steady again and her body rested enough to let her move freely, she resumed her previous position on top of Hailee as she wrapped her lips around Hailee’s still a bit red ones from their kisses in a slow, sensual kiss while her hands took their time to caress and explore Hailee’s marvelous body some more.

"Fuck, Y/N." Hailee interrupted just a second their kisses, becoming needier and more lustful, to moan in Y/N’s mouth when the Y/H/C girl’s hand stopped its skidding all over her skin and grasped the brunette’s soft, right boob and kneaded it greedily.

"Mh, you like that baby?" Y/N murmured gently on Hailee’s parted lips, before slipping her tongue between them to lick inside the girl’s mouth and eliciting another loud whine that she promptly swallowed.

"Yes, so so much."

"Well, then you’re gonna love what’s next." Y/N pulled away to whisper out sensually, winking right after placing a sweet peck on the brunette’s addicting mouth, before descending her lips down the hollow of the girl’s neck, focusing a few moments on the bumps of her collarbones, peppering her upper chest with soft, gentle kisses before finally suckling a waiting nipple in her mouth. She smirked in satisfaction when Hailee arched her back to push her chest more into her mouth while letting out a long moan at the new sensations sending shock waves down her spine and right between her legs.

"Y/N/N, please."

"Please what?" Y/N teased, slipping her lips off the now sensitive nipple, to focus her attention on the other one, tapping her tongue on it and when it immediately stood more still at the attentions her tongue was paying to it she smirked triumphantly for sparkling such reactions from the Y/H/C girl.

"Please I need you."

"Where my sweet baby?" Y/N murmured, wanting to tease the girl just a little bit more, even if her begging for release sent shivers all over her skin.

"Y/N, I know what you’re doing. Normally I would play along, but I’m so turned on I could just come by you staring at me like that."

"Like what?"

"So innocent while you have my nipple in your mouth." Those words caused Y/N’s mind to turn into mush while her center clenched over nothing. She was shocked and extremely impressed from the fact that a few simple words turned her on that much in mere seconds. She wasn’t complaining one bit. "So now, little one, please fuck me." Hailee stated simply, using once again Y/N’s favorite nickname, but those straightforward words were enough to spur her into action. She reluctantly let go of the pebbled nipple to reach her previous target, showering Hailee’s stomach with open mouthed kisses, stopping on her left hip just a second to tease her some more, before slipping her tongue between her wet folds without warning. The loud sound that came next was a mix between Hailee’s moan of pure pleasure at the attention her needy, throbbing center was receiving and Y/N’s gentle wail at the inebriating, salty but sweet taste that was uniquely Hailee. "Yes!"

Y/N slipped just the tip of her tongue in before slipping it out and sucking thoroughly on the singer’s clit as a bunch of profanities mixed with Y/N’s name echoed around the room and instantly invaded Y/N’s body with pride for providing so much pleasure to Hailee. She stayed there, lapping up at the brown eyed girl’s clit, alternating between drawing idle circles to sucking on it hard to increase her pleasure, but when the girl started to trash around uncontrollably she new she was near the edge but needed her to tip over it. So she laid a sweet kiss there while she simultaneously slipped two fingers in, drawing a loud mewl from the welcomed intrusion from the singer under her and causing a satisfied smile to roll over her lips wrapped around Hailee’s throbbing bundle of nerves. She used her left hand to push Hailee’s hips down on the bed when she started to buckle them wildly to chase down her release while the right one took her tongue place on the girl’s clit to intensify her pleasure. "Fuck, you’re taking my fingers so good." Y/N whispered in awe as she watched Hailee’s body tremble uncontrollably with her back arched and her head leaning on the pillow under it with her mouth open in a silent moan.

"Holy- Y/N-" Hailee moved her head down after hearing Y/N’s voice and almost came on the spot when Y/N’s now almost black hues were staring up at her from between her legs with so much affection, love and lust. "I take that back. This is the best view I’ve ever had the pleasure to see." Hailee’s hand slipped down cling on the Y/H/C girl’s hair when the girl’s moan that followed at those words, reverberated through her body, and pushed her more into her aching center while moans slipped out of her mouth.

Y/N smirked in satisfaction at that and got back to work, adding another finger and speeding up her movements, desperately wanting the girl to come so she could drink her up like she had been dreaming since she started having feelings for her. Not too much longer a particular hard thrust, followed by Y/N’s teeth scraping Hailee’s clit gently, made the brown eyed girl tumble over the edge with a loud moan of the Y/E/C girl’s name leaving her lips. Y/N slowed her fingers’ movements and slipped them out to replace them with her tongue, lapping up till the girl’s last drop of juices spilled out of her core, almost melting right there and then when Hailee’s other hand intertwined with her own placed on her hips. The gesture was so intimate and loving that both of them felt butterflies fly wildly around their stomaches and her hearts almost bursting from happiness. When Hailee stopped trembling and whined to signal Y/N she was a bit sensitive, Y/N laid another sweet peck on the girl’s clit before sliding up the singer’s lean body and smiling down at an equally grinning Hailee when they were face to face once again. "Can I-?" Y/N asked gently as her eyes flashed down at Hailee lips, watching a loving smile unravel on those addicting lips at the shy question, knowing really well Y/N asked for permission to kiss her just because she had her lips and tongue in her center moments before and didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, before Hailee grasped the back of her neck and pulled her down to let their mouths meet halfway in a slow, languid kiss, silently answering the girl’s question. Hailee whined at her own taste on Y/N’s tongue and shivered at the memory of Y/N making her come with her fingers and that very tongue.

"You are amazing, miss Y/N Y/L/N."

"Just like you, Hailee Steinfeld." They shared a few more loving pecks, now fatigue from their activities and from a full day of shooting making itself known, so they switched position, once again to allow Hailee to lay her thigh over Y/N’s hips while her hand clutched her torso, before nuzzling her nose under Y/N’s jaw, both of them cuddling each other tightly as they let their bodies take their needed rest while soaking up in their loving bubble a few more minutes before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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kikixreverie · 3 years

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Hi- may I ask for an angst-mix with Bucky x reader: she had her share of abusive/toxic relationships in her past, but it was nothing she spoke of, and not now when she had James. It wasnt like she thought she was gonna be triggered again, not by him, any other guy- buy not her Bucky! Some tiny bickering evolved to a large dispute, and before she knew what was happening, she shied away from him, making herself small, awaiting the blow - that never came... And instead she was overcome by shame...

Pasts and Apologies

Bucky x Fem!reader

Word count - 3k

Warnings - Mentions of domestic abuse from ex, some descriptions of abuse, angst, trauma

A/n - Okay I definitely went hard on the angst for this one. I kinda just went off on one so not so much bickering and more just a full blown argument but I've been feeling kinda angsty lately so I kinda accidentally made this darker than I expected. Please read the warnings and do not read if you think this could trigger you.

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Love had not been kind to you before Bucky. Every decent memory of your ex was clouded with uncertainty, you would walk on eggshells around him, terrified that saying the wrong thing would set him off and you'd be calling Sam again, sobbing down the phone, cradling another bruise at the hands of your 'partner'.

You were together for years, devoted to and unconditionally in love with the man that you had met in high school. Childhood sweethearts.

He always was quick to anger and he wasn't shy about that. He never had any issues with shouting at you when you pissed him off, just as he never had issues with shouting at his mother or younger brother, but at the time, you had always stood up for yourself and defended the poor woman, making him apologise, and he let you, he always let you clean up his messes.

The first few years were spent in ignorant bliss, you constantly ignored the fear that would creep up your spine when he got angry, but you could manage a screaming match or two, you could manage it all because you loved him, you depended on him despite that he wasn't at all dependable.

The arguments were tough, but you never expected it to go further than that, but eventually, it did.

The first time he was physically aggressive was on his 22nd birthday. He had insisted that he spend his birthday with his friends, calling it a guys night, and you were fine with that, you knew how handsy he got when he was with his friends anyway, so you spent the day with him instead, making sure to keep him happy and spoilt rotten.

As the night crept on, you had tried to wait up for him to return, just as he had asked, but as it passed 3am you decided that he wouldn't mind you going to bed since you had work the next day, so you crawled into bed and fell asleep, a mistake, at the time, you didn't know you had made.

When he returned half an hour later to see you unconscious, he woke you up with his shouting, angry that you hadn't stayed up for him, convinced that you were ruining his night on purpose. The loud awakening was enough alone to trigger your fight or flight but when he threw the duvet off you and grabbed your ankle so tightly you knew a bruise would form, you were terrified. He dragged you off the bed and pushed you towards the door, telling you to fuck off, and you did, tears streaming down your face as you laid awake on the couch till morning.

It only got worse from there, when he realised that he could hurt you and get away with it, it became his favourite past time, he'd look for reasons to shout at you, make you do things that would piss him off just so he'd have a reason to be cruel.

When Sam started noticing dark bruises on your skin, he was livid, and despite how often you'd try to convince him that it's just clumsiness, Sam knew better.

There were rare days that you would have long conversations with Sam, you'd talk about how you'd lost all your friends and distanced yourself from your family but you didn't blame your abuser, you blamed only yourself, and Sam would beg you to leave him but you'd be sobbing in his arms, telling him that you still loved the man who hurt you, that he didn't really mean to hurt you and you'd feel even more guilt if you ever got him in trouble for it.

It was a long and hard journey, but the moment you told Sam that you wanted out, he was there for you, offering you to stay at his place and helping you call the cops. He gave you all the resources he could possibly find through the VA and set you up with an amazing therapist and eventually you were living in your own place, talking to old friends again, and filing a restraining order against your ex.

It was nearly two years later when you met him. Introduced through Sam, you met the love of your life on a Sunday. He was quiet and focused, with hard eyes scanning the room, looking for escape routes, analysing people's faces.

You smiled gently at him when you met, opting for a small nod in greeting instead of a handshake. You stayed near him for the remainder of the gathering, not pressuring him to speak to you, just sitting in silence. You were drawn to him, his behaviour was so similar to yours.

You knew what it felt like to want to just blend into the corner, to stay unnoticed, you understood the need to know how to escape a room, and you saw the way he hesitantly returned your smile and then struggled to chase his smile away once you had sat down beside him.

You and Bucky soon became each other's rocks, always there for the other on the hard days, days that you would spend just walking or reading together in calm silence. There was no doubt that the two of you loved each other, and after months and months of trying to hide longing glances and blushing cheeks, you finally confessed to each other, and the rest was history. You trusted him like you had never trusted anyone before.

As your relationship progressed, Bucky started to notice some strange things in your behaviour, how you'd always ask his permission for you to go out with friends, how you were always quick to apologise in any situation and distanced yourself from him when he was the slightest bit irritated.

He had tried to ask you about it, but you always changed the subject as soon as it was mentioned, ensuring him that it was nothing to worry about.

To tell the truth, you were embarrassed, you were ashamed that your ex still had this effect on you, and no matter how many times you told yourself that he would never, that your Bucky would never, your brain refused to allow you to believe it and you continued with the odd behaviour that you used as a defence mechanism when in the abusive relationship.

You never spoke out of line, you never asked him where or who he was going out with, and you never let small bickering escalate.

It was only after you had overheard Sam and Bucky in a heated conversation, Sam scolding Buck for being reckless and stupid during a mission, that you had your first argument with him.

You had called Sam while Bucky was at the store, convincing him to tell you what had happened and after a few minutes of guilt-tripping, Sam finally confessed that Bucky had practically ran into open fire, endangering himself in an attempt to shut down a Hydra base, it could've very easily been fatal, and it wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

You knew it was wrong, you knew you should've just asked Bucky about it, but you couldn't help yourself, and you knew that Bucky would've downplayed the whole situation.

When he returned home you were pacing up and down in the living room, chewing the inside of your cheeks and your nails to pieces because you could've lost him, Bucky could've died and he was acting as if it were nothing.

"Doll?" You could hear the worry in his voice as he placed the shopping bags on the kitchen counter and walked over to you, standing in front of you to stop your movement, pulling your hand from your mouth and kissing your knuckles.

It was supposed to calm you, and it almost did, but as his soft lips grazed your hand, and his eyes met yours, your mind kept wandering to the fact that he could've died.

This moment could've never happened, instead, you'd have Sam or Steve at your door, trying to deliver the news of their best friend's death, your lover.

"Honey speak to me" He looked utterly confused, but the look only made you feel angry.

How could he be so reckless?

"I just got off the phone with Sam."

He froze, eyebrows furrowing and taking a step away from you, waiting for you to explain.

Your gaze didn't move from the floor, trying to even out the anger and worry rushing through you, settling like a heavy rock in your stomach.

"He told me about the missions, about how you've been acting."

"What do you mean, how I've been acting?" He scoffed, sounding offended, and you sighed.

"How reckless you've been acting. Sam said that Tony's considering pulling you out of missions! How many times have you endangered yourself like this? How many times is it gonna take for you to realise that you could fucking die out there, James."

Your voice was stern, and the tone felt foreign against your tongue. Bucky's kept his face hard, refusing to show any emotion, but you could see the way his jaw clenched harshly, eyes glued to the corner of the room, ignoring your fiery glare.

"Were you ever going to tell me? I thought that all the injuries you got were fairly normal for the jobs you do, but when I hear that you run into open fire, that you make decisions on your own before talking to your team, that you've gotten fucking stabbed in the past, and you never told me, how do you expect me to react?"

He sighed heavily through his nose, jaw ticking in annoyance towards his friend, angry that he had told you even though it wasn't his place.

"I told him not to tell you." His voice was gruff, the words spoken harshly under his breath and you felt your anger flair again.

"What and you think that's okay?!"

His gaze shot to yours, looking at you incredulously.

"Bucky we're partners! You're supposed to tell me this shit, you're supposed to tell me when you've nearly died on a mission, you're supposed to trust me."

"You think I don't trust you?!" His voice was slightly raised and you felt your annoyance spike, "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry."

"Of course I'm gonna worry, James. This is a big deal, I can't believe you've been getting seriously injured and not telling me."

"Well, I don't think it's that big of a deal, Sam shouldn't have fucking told you. This wouldn't be happening if he had just kept his mouth shut, but no! Of course not!" Bucky's eyebrows were drawn in tight with annoyance, wishing you'd just drop the subject, "I'm not stupid, I know what I'm doing."

"What the hell do you mean 'You know what you're doing?' You know that you're not supposed to endanger yourself to complete a mission, yet you do it anyway. I'm glad Sam told me because otherwise, I doubt I'd ever find out!."

"I don't see how what I do on missions is anything to do with you. Sam is exaggerating. I'm fine!"

As Bucky's voice raised, you started to lose focus, flashbacks of your past echoing in your mind and in his annoyance, Bucky didn't notice the way your eyes had gone distant, losing sight of the man in front of you, the man you loved, and forming the image of the man you still see in nightmares, the man you're so terrified of seeing in the street that you haven't stepped foot in Queens since leaving him.

You could almost feel the sting of his palm against your cheek, the burn of his hand, tight around your wrist, and you tried to remind yourself that it wasn't real. It had been months since you'd had an episode, and your steps to control them were hard to find with the false image of your abuser so clear in front of you.

"Are you even listening to me?" The statement dragged you back to reality and you felt yourself calm when your eyes focused in on Bucky, reminding yourself that your ex wasn't here, that Bucky wasn't like that, he would never, but as he raised his arm to push his hair out of his face, everything flew out the window and in the moment, you were 21 again and you were sure he was going to hit you, your exes face flashing behind your eyes again.

You flinched, a gasp falling from your lips as your eyes squeezed shut and your head ducked down, breathing heavily through your nose as you awaited the hit.

Time slowed.

Bucky froze completely, his eyes wide and frantic as he quickly stumbled away from you, shaking his head as self-hatred ran through his veins, disgusted at himself for making you think even in the slightest, that he would ever hurt you.

"Doll?" He sounded absolutely broken.

Your head shot up, panic flooding through you when you realised what you had done and pain replacing the feeling when you saw the agony on Bucky's face.

"Y/n, I- I would never-" He kept his voice at a pained whisper, not wanting to scare you further as he stayed at a distance.

You collapsed to the floor, sitting on your knees as the weight of the situation pulled you down. Your hands raised to cover your mouth as a sob threatened to tear through you, so fucking ashamed of what had just happened, so fucking ashamed that your ex had done this to you, and you had let him for so long, ashamed that he still haunted you.

"Babydoll I-" He struggled to find the words, terrified that he had just lost you, wanting to reach out and hold you but scared shitless of hurting you more than he already had, "I don't know what- I'm so fucking sorry y/n, I can't- I can't even fathom the thought of-"

His voice trailed off, unable to even say the words and you felt your guilt tenfold.

"N-No Bucky, I'm sorry I thought-" You struggled to speak through your crying, hot tears flowing down your cheeks as you rocked yourself gently in an attempt to self-soothe.

"Why are you apologising honey? This is on me, this is-"

"No, it isn't, I promise Buck this isn't you, it's.." You couldn't get the words out, you couldn't tell him, "Just come here, please."

You wanted him to wrap his arms around you, you needed him to know that it wasn't him, you know the way his mind works and you knew that by now he would already be drowning in guilt and self-hatred.

"I don't think that I should. I don't want to hurt you, I can't- I can't hurt you" You smiled at him gently through your tears and your chin wobbled as you saw the tears running down his cheeks too.

"It's okay. I'm okay Bucky, I just- I-I need you over here, I need you - I need you to touch me. I need you."

He was over in an instant, falling to the floor beside you and letting out a huge sigh of relief when you instantly wrapped yourself around him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and crawling into his lap, needing to be as close to him as possible, to rid the memories of the pain, to remind yourself that his touch is good, his touch is safe.

Arms enveloped you and he held you as tight as possible, the both of you crying.

After the two of you had calmed down and a comfortable silence enveloped you, Bucky knew he would have to break it.

"Why did you think that I would hit you?" He asked, his voice tentative and gentle and you sighed, knowing that it was time for you to tell him.

"I didn't, I don't, I promise."

You lifted your head from his shoulder but still stayed on his lap, instead, resting your forehead against his.

"Then why-?"

"I thought I was better, I-I thought it was all over but I just- I lost myself again. Everything got all foggy and I lost where I was and I just, I thought I was there but-" The floodgates opened again and you knew that Bucky had no clue what you were talking about but the words just kept coming.

Bucky's eyebrows were furrowed tightly and when your vague, confusing explanation only made his worry grow, he felt himself pulling you even tighter against him.

"Doll, Did someone hurt you? Is that why you're always walking on eggshells around me? Is that what the nightmares are about?" He struggled against the words, not wanting to say them because he didn't want to believe them and he watched in agony as you swallowed hard and nodded slowly, your hands coming to rest on the back of his neck as you continued to hold your forehead against his.

He refused to let his anger show, he wouldn't do that to you, especially with you so fragile, but he couldn't hide the pained shaky breath he let out at your confession, "Fuck, I'm so sorry. God, I'm so sorry that that happened to you. Was it your ex? Did he hurt you?"

You nodded again, doing your breathing exercises, and calming yourself so that you could explain your situation fully to your partner.

"I should've told you, I know, I just, I'm so angry that I'm still like this, I just wish it would all go away and I could forget about what he did. I thought I was better. I can't stand that I'm still so haunted by that asshole" Bucky nodded along as you spoke, brushing his fingers up and down your back to help calm you.

"It's okay, Doll. Things like that don't just go away. Believe me, I wish they did too, but things will get better, I promise you that. Thank you for telling me."

You scoffed in self-deprecation, "I should've told you ages ago."

"That doesn't matter, you've told me now, and I'm sure it wasn't easy, so thank you for sharing" His voice was so gentle, his hands caressing your back almost making you feel sleepy.

"And Buck?" He hummed in response, letting you know that he was listening, "About the mission thing, I'm just worried about you. I can't lose you, I need you, and I need you alive."

A gentle smile lifted his frown and he nodded in understanding, feeling bad for getting mad in the first place, and you leaned back, looking down at him, your hands playing with his hair.

"I know. I'm sorry for being an idiot, It's just so hard to look at them and remember what they did to me and know what they've done to so many innocent people and I just lose it, all rationality out the window" You nodded at him, understanding how painful some of the missions must be.

"I'm sorry I got so upset with you, and I'm sorry I went to Sam instead of talking to you. Don't be mad at him, I kinda forced him to tell me" You gave him a sheepish look and he breathed out a small laugh, his nose crinkling like you always loved.

"It's okay doll, I'm sorry for being so careless and hiding the stuff about the missions, I promise I'll be more careful, I gotta make sure I always come home to my sweet girl. And don't worry about Sam, you deserved to know and I know what you're like."

You tutted at him and he smiled in response, the adorable, loving look on his face making you pull him into the sweetest, softest kiss which he instantly returned.

After sitting together in each others embrace for a while, the yawns eventually started. You were both positively exhausted from all the emotions you had both just experienced so Bucky wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you both from the floor, discarding the groceries still left in bags in the kitchen and carrying you to bed, holding you as close as physically possible as you both drifted off to sleep.

#bucky oneshot #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #james buchanan barnes #bucky requests

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zoros-bandana · 2 years

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First Kiss with Zoro

(Sort of angst sort of fluff idk)

Zoro x small (y/n) reader with no pronounces mentioned

Warning - arguing, a few suggestive words

Summary - an argument about Zoro’s stubbornness leads to something unexpectedly pleasant

Word count: 1,300

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Zoro huffed as Chopper ran off, tears welling in his eyes. He didn’t mean to snap at him. They had come back off a battle days ago, and, as per usual, Zoro had injured himself quite badly. He was strictly forbidden to partake in any working out and to simply rest until his wounds had healed.

And he thought he was.

He was resting as per the doctors orders under the tangerine tree, enjoying a peaceful afternoon nap. Chopper, however, noticed the leakage of blood seeping through his bandages from the strenuous workout he took part in hours before. He had barked at him for being reckless and attempted to fix his wounds, before Zoro snapped at him scaring the young doctor off.

“You know you’re in trouble, right” Robin perked up, peering over at him from where she was reading on the sunbed.

“Hmm?”

“He’s probably going to (y/n) as we speak” she turns back to her book, “which means you’re in trouble”

The crew was very aware of the special bond you and Chopper had, almost treating him like your own son. Ever since you joined the crew, Chopper clung to your every move. You were kind to the young doctor, helping him sneak food from Sanji and taking his side when the others would gang up on him. The two of you would spend time reading medical books together, or children books to lul him to sleep. He was one of the closest people to you on this ship and the two of you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Roronoa Zoro!” You scream out, stomping up the deck. You squint your eyes looking around until you spot him up resting under the tangerine tree. Robin giggled to herself in amusement watching his face drop as you approached him. “What the hell did you do to him!” You spit, getting up close to him.

“Nothing”

“You’re so oblivious, you know that, right? How could you be so cruel to him?” You point a finger delicately up at him.

Even when you were mad you still had grace to your every move. You were one of the smallest members of the crew, after Chopper, and had a dainty elegance to you that radiated off you from miles away. He couldn’t help but smirk down at you. He could never take you seriously when you were mad. You stood a few feet below him so arguing against him always seemed like a mere joke to him. “This isn’t a joke, marimo!”

He let out a small hiss of laughter. “Then why am I finding it so amusing?”

“Because you’re a jerk. You never take anyone seriously!”

“Well no, not you anyway. Not when you’re so tiny, (y/n)”

“You can’t just be nice to him? Just let him treat you without complaint. He is only trying to help you out here. You always manage to get yourself badly injured and he just wants to help you because he cares about you” you sigh. “God you can be so cruel sometimes, Roronoa”

“Mmm, I really must be in trouble now; you’re calling me ‘Roronoa’”

“You don’t even care, do you?”

“Mmm” he shrugged

“Oh my god, you really are such an insensitive bastard, aren’t you? God if I didn’t know that you could hold your own in a fight I’d… id”, you fumbled, trying to find the right words.

“You’d what? Fight me?”

“I’d do more than just that” you crossed your arms over your chest, attempting to appear braver than you were. It’s not that you were bad at fighting, you could carry your own in all the battles. Heck, you even knew how to swing a sword around from watching the moss head do so. You just knew you didn’t stand a chance against someone who was twice your weight in muscle and height.

“I’d love to see that actually…” Robin trailed off. You whipped your head around to her, “not helping here, ‘bin”. She shut the book, rising from her place at the sunbed, smiling. “I know… you two are just so… delightful to tease”. She sent a wink your way, “I’ll leave you two to it then shall I?” She walked off the upper deck down towards the kitchen, smirking to herself at the obvious tension that had grown between you and Zoro. He knew exactly how to get on all your nerves sometimes and when he did, he did it well. But you also felt a strong attraction to this aloof swordsman in front of you and you didn’t exactly know why. Heck, even now, with him being so stubborn and oblivious to Chopper’s feelings, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at being so close to him.

“Can you just go and apologise to him?”

“Why?”

“Because he’s your nakama, and he is upset. And that is what you do when you hurt your nakama”

“He’ll get over it. He doesn’t hold grudges”

“That isn’t the point here”

“Then what is?”

“The fact that you won’t own up to when you hurt people that care about you. Are you really that prideful that you would rather stick your ground than go apologise to someone so timid and kind as he is? He has never done you wrong before so why is it so hard for you? I’d understand not apologising to Sanji but this is a little low, even for you. Don’t you think?”

He rolls his eyes, gripping both sides of your face and pulling you up to him. His lips crash harshly against your own, taking you by surprise. You pull back from him, stunned.

“What was that for?”

“To shut you up, idiot” his cheeks darkened as he looked away from you. You couldn’t do anything but stare you at him in shock. Did he really just do that? Should you kiss him back? Was it a mistake? God you hope it wasn’t a mistake.

“Will you stop looking at me like that?” He snapped.

“Like what?” You furrowed your brow, not realising you had a particular look to your face.

“Like you want me to do it again” he mumbled, almost at an inaudible level.

“Maybe I want you to kiss me again”. The words just fell out of your mouth. You didn’t mean to say them out loud but here you were. This time it was his turn to be stunned. Sure, he always thought that there was something small between the both of you. There was obvious flirting between the two of you and every fight was laced with something sexual, but he never expected it to be something you would reciprocate back to him.

You studied his face, now wide and pale, in contrast with his usual tanned complexion. His usually dark eyes, which swam with comforting warmth, now casted in a fog of something you couldn’t detect. Was it regret? Was it shock? Whatever it was you didn’t have time to figure it out before his lips were back on yours again. This time it was more hungry, his hand cupped the back of your neck pulling you up to him as he held you there. His tongue brushed lightly against your lips, parting them gently. You always imagined how wonderful it would be to have him kissing you like this; to have him so close to you, but this was miles away from your imagination. The Zoro you knew was brutal and quick, but this was a side you’ve never seen. Slow and delicate his lips hugged yours in a way that seemed too alienated to be coming from him.

He broke away to catch his breath, a soft chuckle escaped his now deliciously plump lips. “I guess I better go apologise to him then, aye tiny”

You rolled your eyes at his swift remark. “If I had known it was that easy I would’ve made you kiss me a long time ago”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x y/n #zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n

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maoam · 3 years

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WHY HINATA IS NOT A GOOD CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

I wanted to take a deeper look at Hinata’s character, considering there are a lot of claims about her out there, that she’s strong, that she’s kind, that she’s complex and relatable, that she’s the perfect woman and that she’s at least better than Sakura. I don’t really think so, and I’ll explain why. I’ll be focusing on canon, so no fillers or novels will be included in this post. I’ll say this as a warning, if you’re a fan of her character this probably won’t be something you’ll like. This will be tagged with the anti tags and put under read more so please do not complain if tumblr somehow puts this in the normal tags, it is not intentional. Also Sakura stans please don’t write lengthy comments about Sakura under this, I’m not a fan of her either and I’ll write about her later. Make your own post instead.

”HINATA IS STRONG AND THE BEST KUNOICHI”

Hinata is generally really bad as a shinobi and I’m not sure where the claims that she is strong come from. Hinata's entire character revolves around her being weak. This could have been fine if she actually developed, or if she found some other area for herself, yet she's mediocre at best and a waste of panels at worst, because she never becomes good or strong at anything. She’s not only physically weak from start to finish, but she’s also the equivalent of a damsel in distress. Everytime Hinata attempts to do something, she ends up failing, getting beaten up and having to be saved. She lost to her sister who is five years younger than her, which is what marked her as a failure in her clan. She tried to fight Neji in the chunin exams and ended up coughing up blood and losing her consciousness, and Naruto had to beat Neji for her. After Kabuto heals her fully, she spends the rest of part 1 either sleeping or missing in action. Very underwhelming.

If this had been only the beginning, it would have maybe been fine, but it’s a reoccuring pattern with her character. She throws herself in front of Pain, managing to do nothing but get one-paneled and almost killed. Even at the start of the war she had to be saved by Naruto. She tried to run to Naruto and tripped over a rock. Actually, she’s so weak she got Neji killed, when he had to jump in front of her so she wouldn’t get impaled. Why is she even in the front lines when she can’t fight? Even in Naruto the Last movie she had to be saved multiple times. In Boruto the movie she is still useless and reckless, leaving her daughter’s side to help Naruto, ending up defeated and having to be healed by Sakura once again.

I can’t say she’s mentally strong either. She has the personality of someone who hates conflict and tries to avoid it as best as they can, to the point of agreeing with others on everything, as Neji pointed out. Even without him saying it out loud, most of Hinata’s moments that aren’t her thinking about Naruto are her doing exactly this. This is not the personality of someone who is strong mentally. It’s the personality of someone who is too weak to have their own mind, someone who will go with the flow and is easily led and convinced. It can be dangerous the more you think about it. Hinata is also the bystander who never stands up for Naruto despite liking and admiring him. If she’s a compassionate girl, why isn’t she showing this by reaching out to Naruto and befriending him? Why doesn’t she show he’s not alone? Why is she only drawing inspiration from him? I don’t normally watch fillers, but there was one filler scene unrelated to Hinata where this girl says if you only look at the loser and do nothing, you aren’t much better than the oppressors, which probably wasn’t meant to be a call out for Hinata, but ended up being so anyway. Another thing that’s annoying is how she is berating herself often, yet doing nothing, it comes off as self-pity. Even in the Last movie, she is talking about how she must be a bad sister for knitting a scarf when her sister is in danger. Then why are you doing it and not stopping? Of course everytime this happens Naruto must cheer her up because she just can’t stop moping around and doing something herself.

Aside from all this, from the very beginning Hinata’s honor needed to be defended by Naruto because she couldn’t stand up for herself. Of course, after Naruto’s words she did stood up for a moment, and that was good, but it should have been a wake up call which altered her course. Instead, she kept doing the same she always did. If we take the Last movie into consideration, she’s still not strong enough to do anything even about her crush on Naruto. She needs genjutsu and Sakura to do the work for her. So even when it comes to the only thing she cares about 90 % of the time, which is Naruto-kun, she can’t do anything about it. That’s really sad.

”HINATA IS KIND AND SELFLESS”

There’s one mistake I see people make often, and that’s assuming characters that are quiet and shy are automatically kind. I wouldn’t say Hinata is as kind as the fandom makes her out to be. She simply comes off that way because you don’t really see her have her own opinions or disagree with the other characters. Hinata’s shyness on the other hand is most of the time a fetishized quirk to appeal to certain subset of fans. Her shyness doesn’t stop her from taking exams or hanging around Shino and Kiba, or talking to characters other than Naruto. She also has enough attitude to rub Neji’s status as a house slave in his face during their match, but because she stutters Naruto-kun every five minutes she’s supposedly kind. Kindness is shown through actions, not through standing around and stuttering. For comparison, we see Ino befriend an unpopular kid like Sakura, and give her confidence. That’s an act of kindness. Did Hinata ever cared about helping the branch members in any way? No.

She's supposedly "kind" but like I mentioned before she never shows this kindness by standing up for Naruto, or reaching out to him. She simply stares at him behind a tree and draws inspiration from his suffering. The only time she can actually stand up is to selfishly confess her love and die. She even said she felt like being selfish, and like I said she knew there was nothing she could do, she was told she’d only be in the way. She came there only to confess and commit suicide. This actually reminds me of another anime where this female character, after being unable to receive a male character’s love killed herself in front of him and said ”now you’ll never forget me”.

In the end, she cares about nothing but her own hormonal urges. Hinata tried to help Naruto cheat to pass an exam at the risk of disqualifying her whole team. This is the first individual action we see her character take. Did she consider Shino and Kiba during that moment? No, she didn’t even have an inner conflict on whether she should do this, whether it’s right towards her teammates. Even Naruto considers he might get Hinata, Sasuke and Sakura all in trouble if he accepts Hinata’s offer, which is why he doesn’t do it. Then when Hinata wonders if she can cheer for Naruto during his and Kiba’s match, she thinks Kiba might get mad. It’s more about how Kiba views her rather than whether she should cheer for Kiba because they are in the same team and should support each other. During the Pain attack, she left an injured shinobi, who couldn’t move, to go to Naruto, even when said shinobi told her she would only be in Naruto’s way. She didn’t try to save people, she simply wanted to confess and act in front of Naruto. This is about a threat to the entire village, which includes her comrades and her sister and she’s thinking only about her romantic feelings towards a guy she had maybe two conversations with and who barely remembers she exists. How is she better than Sakura? War arc really was the icing on the cake that Hinata’s character is only about Naruto. We should not forget the infamous ”Naruto-kun’s hand is so big… so manly...” is that really the right time to be thirsty? When Neji just died? Shikamaru mentions that he could help out Naruto as a right-hand man and then Hinata thinks “I-I want to be by Naruto-kun’s side too.” Then there’s of course the scene where she starts running to Naruto, leaving her post and teammates, even when Naruto is a mile away and already in the hands of medical ninjas, and even that ends up her pathetically tripping over a rock. Kiba has to remind her to use her byakugan because she is too busy gushing about Naruto. Eventually her only last line is “Naruto-kun”, when everyone is put into IT. It’s like a parody by this point. She doesn’t have any concern for her sister, her father, her teammates, Kurenai or her baby. It’s just “Naruto-kun” like it always is. Even in the Last movie, she is knitting a scarf for Naruto during the mission where they’re supposed to save her sister. Who brings a scarf on a mission? Why is she thinking about her romantic gift to Naruto so much she has to take it with her on a mission which focus is saving her sister? She even looks more devastated when Toneri tores the scarf apart than she ever does for Hanabi’s sake. It’s just silly and selfish.

”HINATA IS A COMPLEX CHARACTER”

Is she complex though? Her development goes from standing behind a tree looking at her crush she never talks to, to committing suicide for feelings that could never be reciprocated, to… waiting that a genjutsu and Sakura guilt trip Naruto enough for him to be with her? Like I already mentioned her character revolves entirely around Naruto, she has no hobbies or interests we know of aside from him. She has no motivations aside from being by Naruto’s side. She once had an interesting goal and backstory, but that was never fully explored, and it turned into her wanting Naruto’s attention and thinking about him. Her clan plot was irrelevant, she showed no interest in wanting to be a leader or even wanting to make things better for the branch members. It’s funny because immediately after the ending, no one cared about the Hyuuga branch and how the storyline was dropped and had no resolution. It was only when Hinata was being attacked for not showing to care did her fans start to over-analyze all the panels looking for the tiniest little clue that might hint at some changes.

It’s possible to be both shy, anxious and quiet and also to be strong, motivated and have interests and dreams. Hinata is never strong for herself, she’s only strong to be with Naruto, to die for Naruto, to motivate Naruto, to have Naruto look at her even for a moment. All the while Naruto doesn’t pay much attention to her unless she’s literally dying in front of him or she slapped him. Even when a big climax is happening, what’s on her mind is always her romantic feelings and her crush. I saw someone say if she were a male character, and she pulled this pointless sacrifice and theatrical confession in the final fight of an arc, she would’ve been universally mocked. Actually, I think even if it was Sakura who did this instead of Hinata the former would have been mocked, because their stans are unable to see the same flaws in their own fave as they see in the other girl. Naruto is a battle manga, characters are supposed to contribute to the defeat of the villain in some material way. The only reason people praise Hinata for what she did in the Pain arc is because they either pity her or because they’re men who think women killing themselves for a man is great because it boosts their ego.

I also notice many Hinata fans don’t notice the vanity in their own fandom. They call Hinata “princess”, ”heiress”, ”Konoha’s first lady” and draw fanart glorifying these concepts and how it makes Hinata good, because they like the superficial status, what they don’t care is the titles are unearned. I thought Hinata’s appeal was that she’s the underdog and a loser? Or maybe her real appeal is the idea of getting everything you want without doing much in order to get it? Another claim is that Hinata is the perfect woman, which you might see from men. This is what I might dislike the most. Men judge Hinata’s worth and whether she’s a good character based on what kind of woman they want and think is the right kind of woman. Hinata has big breasts, she’s submissive, she has no other interests than the man she likes, and she’s the only girl in her class who didn’t go for the popular guy. Many men hate Sakura, Ino and Karin for being fangirls but praise Hinata for being a fangirl. Basically to them if a character is a fangirl of the wrong guy, she’s a stupid slut. If she fangirls their self insert, she’s wife material and the ideal woman. If Sakura has to be saved, she’s useless. If Hinata tries to kill herself for Naruto, she’s ”so kind”. Rin is a one-dimensional character, but Hinata saying Naruto-kun for the 50th time is depth. Hinata is also claimed to be better than the other girls because she had more kids and thus is more ”fertile”. It’s like feminism never happened and we are back to the 16th century. Why are we judging women’s worth on how many kids they have and how much they can please a man?

I could also talk about how Studio Pierrot turned Hinata into a hentai bait for otakus, which also plays a part in her popularity, but I don’t think it’s necessary, so I will just offer this picture which speaks for itself.

END NOTE

Hinata is simply just a sexist stereotype, a shadow of a real woman, with not much depth, and who is certainly not better than Sakura either. Both of them are fangirls whose characters revolve around men. It’s wild to me how there are women who genuinely act like one must be a misogynist if they reject Hinata’s superficial, one-dimensional and boy crazy character. Her character itself is misogynist for crying out loud. And honestly, what does it say when even the creator himself assumes that Hinata is someone’s favorite character because he must like big boobs?

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A Lover And A Fighter - Richie Tozier

word count: 3122 warnings: swearing, sight sexual harassment summary: Richie promised (y/n) that he wouldn’t get into fights anymore, but sometimes he just can’t help himself. Especially when it comes to protecting her.

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It was an understatement to say that Richie was protective of you. The boy was downright insane about it. Everyone in Derry knew not to fuck with (y/n), not unless they wanted Richie Tozier tracking them down and beating them half to death.

You’d given him a talk numerous times. But not once did they work, it always went in one ear and out the other..

He’d beaten up three ex boyfriends, a couple guys that looked at you the wrong way, and Greta Keene. He was proud of that amount.

But he’d promised that he would try his best not to act out on your behalf anymore. And you made him pinky promise. That’s a big deal. And he didn’t want to break your trust or your promise.

However… once he walked past Henry Bowers and his dumbass friends, and heard your name being mentioned, he couldn’t stop himself from getting involved.

“What was that?” He spoke before he could think things through.

The boys turned to him, each bearing a scowl that wasn’t out of character.

“I said, (y/n’s) not fucking worth it,” Henry practically growled out. “Now why don’t you fuck off, Tozier?”

“Your damn fucking right it’s not worth it,” Richie spat back, turning away, doing the right thing. “I’d break your goddamn nose” He muttered under his breath.

“It’s not worth it to try and get in her pants,” Henry called out before Richie could walk far enough away.

He stopped in his tracks.

“Cause she’s such a slut anyways, it’s not a real victory to fuck-”

Richie had never whipped around so fast. And with the punch he delivered went all common sense, and all the promises and reassurances he’d given you to prove he was going to ‘mature’ as you’d begged him to do. ___

“Hey, Richie,” You held your phone between your ear and shoulder as you painted your toes. “This is like, my fifth message… so… call me back, I guess. Okay, bye”

You sighed as you set the phone back on it’s holster. Richie wasn’t the type of guy to stand you up, especially on taco tuesday. And even if something came up, he always always, called. But now he couldn’t even bother to return one of your calls, leaving you to assume that he was upset with you for some reason, and therefore ignoring you.

You weren’t sure what you did, and at this point, you also weren’t sure that he was going to tell you either.

When Richie didn’t want to talk to someone, he was the damn best at avoiding them.

But he’d never given you the cold shoulder. And there was a time that you’d thought he never would. Richie was your best friend, you trusted and confided in him more than anyone else, even the other Losers. And in the last seven years of being his best friend, he’d never treated you this way. In fact, he always treated you amazingly, like a princess, it was very surprising actually, the way he cared about you.

It was that care that always led him to picking fights where he shouldn’t be, though. It started with your ex boyfriend. He broke up with you once a ‘better, prettier’ girl showed interest (his words), and the next thing you knew, Richie was throwing him against the lockers.

When your next boyfriend straight up cheated on you, Richie took care of him too.

He broke the third one’s nose.

And then there was the Greta Keene incident… Beverly may have let it slip that Greta had been writing nasty rumors about you in the girls bathrooms. And Richie declared that he didn’t have a problem beating up a girl if it was justified (and if that girl had man arms). That was when you drew the line, and made Richie swear to try and control his anger. And he pinkie promised to work on it, and that he wouldn’t get into any more fights over you.

You weren’t sure why he got so enraged over these things. It was just drama, and you found it pointless that he tried to bring you justice, since he was so reckless about it.

It was getting late, and you knew that Richie wasn’t going to return your calls. So you finished painting your toenails blue, and decided to spend the night in your room, reading, alone.

Even though you should have been eating a bunch of tacos and gossiping with Richie.

Just as you got situated in bed, and had turned off the overhead light in exchange for the soft glow of your lamp on the bedside table, there was a knock on the window.

When you glanced over, you could tell it was Richie by his silhouette, and you frowned slightly.

Nonetheless, you got up and unlocked the window, before sliding it open.

“Where the hell have you been?” You asked.

He could tell that you couldn’t see his face very well.

“Busy, you gonna let me in?” He grinned.

“Richie, it’s-” You glanced over your shoulder to the alarm clock on your table, before glaring back at him. “-midnight. Are you kidding me? Did I do something to piss you off?”

“What? (y/n/n), no-”

“Then how come you were dodging all my calls? And you’re seven hours late?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest..

Richie crawled in through the window, even though you hadn’t invited him in yet. But he figured it was only a matter of time before you cave anyways.

Your distressed face disappeared as you caught sight of him now that he was in the light. His left eye was bruising, and so was his right cheekbone. Along with a split lip and a bloody nose, it was clear what had happened.

“Oh, Richie…” You mumbled, hand reaching up to cover your mouth as your eyes widened at the sight of him. “Tell me you didn’t-”

“Look it’s not what you think-” Richie tried to protest.

“Don’t give me that shit”

He knew he fucked up, because you weren’t yelling. Your voice was soft, and low. You were heartbroken.

He stared down at the ground, too anxious to look at you anymore. Not when you looked so disappointed in him.

“You promised- you-you pinky promised me-”

“I know-! I know and I’m sorry, really, I’m really fucking sorry” He told you, desperately hoping that you’d forgive him.

You shook your head at him, and gestured for him to sit before you left the room. Richie was the most frustratingly complicated person that you knew, and it drove you insane. Why he couldn’t just walk away and not beat the shit out of people… you weren’t sure. But it really hurt you that he didn’t even seem to try, and he broke his promise.

Richie was sitting on the side of your bed when you came back into the room. He chuckled as he eyed the first aid kit in your hands, the same one that you’ve used the last four or five times you dealt with the aftermath of his episodes of rages.

“You don’t have t-”

“Yes I do” You cut him off and unpacked what you’d need.

You were upset, you were fuming, actually. It angered you that Richie broke his promise, not even a month after making it. That promise was important to you, because he was important to you. And now here he was, waiting to be fixed up by you once again after he so stupidly, so recklessly got himself beaten to a pulp.

But no matter how angry you were, you remained silent. Dabbing at the excess blood under his nose, which at least wasn’t bleeding anymore. And when you were finished with his cheek, you moved on to rubbing cream over the bruise on his cheek. Richie’s eyes fell shut as he sighed in relief at the feeling of the cool lotion, and your gentle fingers.

He knew your silence wasn’t a good thing. In fact, it was the worst thing. It meant he messed up beyond redemption. And he’d never fucked up that bad before. Sure, he’d pissed you off and frustrated you on the daily, but that was just the hallmark of his friendship, and it was never anything serious. Just when he dragged you out in the middle of the night for slushies, or got you in trouble in class because he was running his mouth. He’d never made you this genuinely upset before.

“(y/n)-”

“Save it” You muttered before he could even start with the apologies.

That was another hallmark of his friendship. You knew what came next. The apologies, the excuses, the begging for your forgiveness, followed by a playful ‘you know you love me, you need me’ and puppy dog eyes that you couldn’t refuse. Except tonight, you might just be able to.

He took you by surprise when he didn’t protest, and snapped his mouth shut. Your eyes met his for a moment, before you started applying a smaller amount of lotion on the bruise surrounding his eye. It was going to look a lot worse in the morning, but this would help with the pain now.

You hated that your heart ached for him right now. You hated that you wanted to cry and hold him and make him feel better. Because you were so fucking mad-

“I don’t understand,” The words suddenly spilled out of your mouth, as if your mind just couldn’t take them swimming around in your head anymore. “I just- I- I don’t fucking get it”

He nodded, ducking his head down, only for you to lift it back up by his chin and continue with the lotion.

“I care about you, dumbass, and all I asked, which I thought was simple, all I asked was for you to stop with the fighting-”

“I know” He mumbled back.

You stared at him skeptically, wondering if he really did know, or if he’d show up again in a few weeks with the same battered face and guilty look in his eyes. Richie didn’t look back at you. He couldn’t.

“Who?” You asked, trying to soften your voice so he wouldn’t whither away from you like he was doing right now.

“You’re not gonna like it” Richie answered, fingers pinching at your bedsheets in an attempt to distract himself. From the pain that burned across his whole face, or from the intensity in your eyes, he wasn’t sure, but he needed the distraction.

He hadn’t had a smoke in months, but it sounded pretty damn good right now.

“Well, newsflash, I don’t like any of this,” You told him. “But I think I deserve to at least know what happened”

Of course you do, Richie hung his head in his hands. You deserve so, so much better.

You watched as he rubbed his palms over his eyes, and it took everything in your power not to take his hands and hold them in yours, to tell him it was okay and you forgave him.

“Bowers”

He muttered the single word without even looking at you. But he didn’t have to look at you to know exactly what you looked like in that moment. You probably had a dropped jaw and furrowed brows. Disappointment, disgust, anger, all displayed in one heartbreaking look.

“Richie…” You murmured without meaning to. “Why? Why would you-”

“I had to, okay?” He shot up suddenly. “I know that you hate it, and as soon as I swung I- I knew I fucked up, but I had to”

You wanted to argue it, argue that there’s always another option, that he can always walk away. But you bit your tongue. Something about the way he spoke told you that there was more to this than his stupidity.

“I’m sorry, (y/n/n), I am. But I… I don’t regret it”

Your heart sunk all the way down to your stomach. Richie had such a toll on your emotions and he didn’t even know it.

“Tell me what happened” You said quietly, and shifted closer to him.

You wanted him to know he had your undivided attention, and that he should have the chance to at least explain what happened. You pulled your leg up to rest on the mattress, and turned your body to face him.

Richie looked at you before looking back down at his hand, which was now fisted in your blankets.

“Richie,” You hummed, brows furrowing as you saw how reluctant he was to opening up. “Tell me” The words were so soft, it was almost inaudible.

You wondered what Henry could have done that Richie didn’t want to tell you about. He must have really outdone himself.

“He was just talking shit-”

“Richie,” You cut off his bullshit before he could even start. “Come on, the truth”

“It’s not-”

“I deserve to know, Tozier! Whatever it is, I don’t care, okay? Just tell me-”

“He said you weren’t worth sleeping with!”

Just like that, you’d gotten him to snap.

And you shut up instantly, shocked by the outburst. His words processed slowly in your head.

“He said it wasn’t worth trying because you’re- because you’re a slut, and it wasn’t fucking true!” Richie continued to yell. Not at you, he just couldn’t contain his own anger anymore.

And you thought you were pissed.

“Motherfucker had your name in his nasty fucking mouth and he was telling his buddies fucking lies and I couldn’t- fuck I couldn’t walk away. I should’ve fucking killed him”

You were staring at him, speechless. You should’ve known it was about you, Richie was always so fiercely protective of you. And Henry’s wouldn’t be the first nose that he’d broken protecting you. But this wasn’t like before. He’d beaten on your ex boyfriends after they broke your heart. Henry hadn’t said or done anything to you, he was just doing what boys do. (Make shit up because they think it makes them impressive when really they’re even shittier than they look)

“I didn’t mean to break your promise,” Richie huffed. His face was slightly flushed after his mini tantrum. His hands grabbed both of yours, holding them close to him. “I’m so sorry I put you through this again”

You were still silent, but he knew this wasn’t a bad silence. You were still processing, still trying to figure out how to forgive him while making sure this was the last time he crawls through your window looking like this.

“I hope you know that it came from a place of- of caring about you,” He added. “Caring about you too much, I guess” He mumbled as an afterthought.

Your stupid lovesick heart skipped a beat at the sweet words. Richie wasn’t one for words, at all, but he somehow managed to say the most loving things without even realizing it.

“I can’t promise it won’t happen again, that much is clear. And if Bowers says one more goddamn thing about your ass I’ll fucking string him up- I will- but I can promise I’ll try, okay? I will, I’ll really try”

He squeezed your hands a little bit, hoping you believed him, hoping you trusted him.

Your eyes flickered between his for a moment, and you could see in them that he was being sincere, and that he was broken up over hurting you.

“You…” He started to speak, but trailed off unsurely. “You deserve better” He finished.

His eyes flickered to yours for a brief moment, before he turned away.

You shake your head, before you let go of one of his hands, and took his chin between your thumb and index finger, turning him to look back at you.

“(y/n/n)-”

You cut him off when you leaned in and gently kissed him, trying to be mindful of his split lip.

Richie’s eyes remained focused on your closed ones, too stunned to close them, or really kiss her back.

He wanted to kick himself when you pulled away. He managed to miss his fucking chance because he was too slow to do anything about it.

Your eyes fluttered open in such a beautiful way Richie swore you were holding his heart in your perfect little hands.

His brows were furrowed like you’d confused him, and you absolutely had. He hadn’t expected you to kiss him.

“Why’d you do that?” He asked breathlessly, and your cheeks burned pink.

Your shoulders raised a bit in a shrug, and you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too much.

“I just… wanted to” You whispered.

A smile twitched on the corner of Richie’s lips before his hand cupped your cheek, and he pulled you in again, so he could kiss you right this time.

Your lips were just as soft, if not softer, than he’d imagined they’d be. And he’d imagined countless times what they’d feel like. Daydreaming in class, before he fell asleep, and being right by your side for the last seven years.

Kissing you was bliss.

He did it again, taking your face in both of his hands and pulling you impossibly closer. He could feel your lips smiling against his own, and once again, his heart was beating out of his chest trying to get to yours.

“I’m in love with you, (y/n/n)” He murmured when you parted, and you laughed softly.

“That makes sense,” You replied, reaching a hand up to play with the curls on the back of his neck. “And… I love you too”

Richie gave you a sunshine smile, which you couldn’t help but return.

“I’m still upset, by the way,” You told him, still playing with the curls. “But only cause I’m tired of seeing you covered in bruises, okay?”

He nodded, and you leaned your cheek further against the palm of his hand.

“I promise to try” He said, and then raised his pinky.

You looked from his hand and then back to him, a slight glare in your eyes.

“Come on, just do it,” He urged, you rolled your eyes, but he was persistent. “Just link fuckin’ pinkies with me”

With a giggle you hooked your pinky with his, and held it for a moment.

“You want to go get tacos now?” He asked, and you grinned, nodding your head.

“You read my mind” You answered, and followed him back out the window.

It dawned on you that Richie was both your lover and your fighter. And he held those titles proudly.

As he took your hand and walked alongside you down the street, he decided there were no other title he’d want to be labeled, besides yours. ___

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