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messier-jin · 1 year

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Some Love

So... I’m back. And I’m so surprised my previous post received so much attention! Thank you! I’m here to deliver more of the thoughts that keep me up at night. Accept this reader with love handles/thunder thighs being loved by Trigun characters.

I hope you’ll enjoy!

Content warnings: Selft doubts, some groping, fluff, reader has love handles, reader has thunder thighs, implied nsfw on some parts.

Characters: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Millions Knives, Meryl Stryfe, Milly Thompson. (Maybe I’ll do a sequel with other characters when I’ll feel confident enough to write about them...)

Song I listened to while writing: Some Love by DREAMCATCHER.

Vash the Stampede

First thing first,Vash loves you with his whole heart. And he adores every single part of you. He thinks you’re perfect, inside and out.

So obviously, he loves your love handles. It makes more you for him to love!

If you ever talk bad about your body, it would literally break his heart as if he was the one being talked bad about. And look, now, you’ve made the boy cry!

Vash can and will worship your body to prove you how much he loves it, without hesitation. He will pinch the fat of your cheeks, calling you adorable. He will kiss your love handles, calling you wonderful. If you let him, he will stay trapped between your thighs.

Also, this man will definitely carry you as if you weighted nothing. He will be the one asking you if you would let him offer you a piggyback ride, looking like a child during their birthday party.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

This man will not leave you in peace. Never. Ever.

Sit next to him and Wolfwood will immediatly place his hand on your thighs as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

If you let him, he will use your love handles as a stress ball. Wolfwood will come from behind you, wrap his arms around you and will gently grop at your love handles.

If Vash is the type to pinch the fat of your cheeks, Wolfwood is the type to straight up bite your cheeks just to bother you.

One day, you asked him if he liked how you looked, if you should lose your fat... And he looked at you like you just told him you had three legs. Be prepared to be showered with a list of all the things Wolfwood loves about your body.

Millions Knives

For Knives, a body is a body. He is not the type to think anything in particular about how you look. He likes you, and that is all that matters.

But the moment he heard you talk down about your body, Knives took that personally. This man, of all people, chooses to love you, of all people. It should tell you enough how your body is special. How dared you talk down about something he holds in high regards?

Knives is a logical man. So he asked you what made you think this way, he tried to understand... And from this day on, he tried to be a little more demonstrative towards you - at least, in private.

This man is like his brother (they are really different yet similar on the weirdest points). So he will kiss your body and even worship it.

Don’t underestimate this man’s capacity to show his love behind closed doors.

Meryl Stryfe

Meryl is such a loving person with you. And since she is more on the petite size, she admires your body.

She seeks for your touch and, in her opinion, you give the best hugs because you are so comfortable to hold. Everytime she feels down, she just needs one hug or cuddle session from you, and she feels much better.

If she ever hears you talk down to yourself, she will call you out. She is rather forward, she can sound a little harsh, but she means well. Meryl just loves you so much and wishes you would see yourself as she sees you.

Meryl always compliments you once a day, at the very least: “You’re so comfortable” while cuddling you in bed, “This outfit suits you” when you wear something tight, and more.

Meryl will drive with a hand on your thigh. You can’t change my mind.

Milly Thompson

Milly is a whole another level of loving you. This girl runs up to you, lifts you in her arms and spins you around happily each time she sees you.

She is a mix of both Meryl and Vash. She is always seeking for you like Meryl and she is always ready to shower you with love like Vash.

With Milly, you never even have the time to think badly about yourself. It is as if she has a sixth sense because as soon as you start to feel bad, Milly appears and wraps you into a bear hug.

I personally think that Milly has thunder thighs herself - and maybe small love handles. So seeing Milly feeling confident and loving her body actually makes you feel good about yourself too.

All in all, Milly will cover you with love any chance she gets: kisses, compliments, hugs, and more.

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hel-phoenyx · 3 months

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"Me? Jealous?"

Seriously? One more word and that longing my hand feels for my face is gonna be satiated. And why do I want so bad for my hand to meet my own face, ask you ?

Because in front of me there is my boyfriend, best friend, and life partner all in one, displaying every textbook signs of jealousy since fucking yesterday, and still having the absolute nerve to look scandalised.

"Yes, Emerens, you, jealous. And don't give me that look, because I won't believe you, and you can't gaslight gatekeep girlboss out of this one. Have you seen how moody you are since yesterday?"

He tenses at yesterday's mention. To be fair, yesterday, he had a meeting with Senri after a therapy session, and said Senri just so happened to have an outing with former classmates, including Raraka and Fyodor. I think that was Elvira's idea. An idea she didn't tell Emerens.

I thought he was moody because he didn't know, and that is understadable, considering how much he feels reassured when he knows everything about the school. But the more I talked with him today and the more I feel the problem is deeper.

"Yes, Thibs, I have seen how moody I am since yesterday. This is exaclty why I came to you to talk. But jealous? I haven't even felt a speck of jealousy towards you, and by god have you seen how many partners and friends you have here? Why in the nine Hells would I be jealous because Senri didn't warn me he was going out?"

If only I was sure he'd been lying, that would be so easy. Hit behind the head, stern lecture, and here we go bye-bye denial. But when I looked at his face, his genuinely confused face, that's when it hit me.

Therapy. Emerens. Jealousy. Of course.

I'm starting to understand.

I pulled a chair towards me, before sitting.

"Alright, let's start from the beginning. No jealousy towards me and my own relationships you say?"

"Well. Yeah. Why would I? I have trust in you as much as in the others, friends, partners, him included. Are you insinuating I don't? Or something changed in my feelings I am not aware of?"

I shook my head. Maybe, maybe not, but that is not where I was getting at.

"Emerens, I don't think trust nor feelings are the problem. Plus, Louna, Sharon and I tell you all about our dates or outings before we have them, so it's hard to compare from here. But I think it's something else."

"Well, what? what could cause me being jealous now?"

I sighed. Here we go.

"Emerens, my love, I'm gonna use therapist talk here, but lil question. Do you think you were not jealous of people close from us because you were confident in our relationship, or because you were so deep in your self-hatred and desire for anything that could let you feel joy than anything coming from us already was more than enough?"

And there it is.

His face went blank. Almost dead. The only thing that proves me he's alive is that vein on his forehead.

Pale as a ghost, he couldn't even utter the next words, but those words felt so heavy on both our heads.

".... Shit."

My hand in his, contracted. He took it almost immediatly, squeezed it like crazy, but now I couldn't even feel blood in my fingers.

"See? I don't know what you are talking about with your therapist, but you always were a possessive person and a total lack of jealousy from your part was surprising. I'm sorry to tell you that now, Emerens, but the way you feel compersion seems to be unhealthy at best. Maybe talk about it in therapy? Or just with Senri?"

"Better therapy first. Do you know how many things you just put into question with that...?"

I shook my head sadly.

"Not completely, I guess. But you know, since you are fucked up as hell, that doesn't surprise me the slightest."

#hel is talking #lpm #la peste moderne #hel ocs #hel writing #hel stories #Emerens and his relationship with people is. well. complicated.#On one hand he embraced relationship anarchy and knows how to practice ethical non-monogamy #on the other hand he's also fucked up to the core and in constant need of attention #mixed with enough self-hate to persuade himself he doesn't deserve any of it #as a lot of his trauma that created a very unhealthy coping combo

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naythacreativexo · 2 years

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Chapter 1-Saint And Sinner

"So Amaya what do you remember about that night?"

"Not much really, I got home and then the next minute I was in the hospital."

"And how are you dealing with losing the baby?"

"I'm dealing, it helps that I have work to keep me busy,"

"And how have the nightmares and flashbacks been?"

"Less intense, barely noticible now that he's out of state and in prison."

"That's good it means your mind is getting through the trauma."

"Even if I don't remember what happened?"

"Yes it's your minds way of protecting itself."

"Ok, thank you." I say getting up to leave.

"Of course, see you next week..."

When I get to my car I immediatly notice the damn motorcade Abel insists on me having everywhere I go. I manage to hide my annoyance thanking them before pulling off. When I pull up to the house he's actually home to my surprise (I'm not the only one throwing myself into their work.) We've barely seen each other for a month, with me out in the morning and him leaving at night.

"You're home during the day, I was beginning to think Caesar was my husband."

"Why didn't you say Julias? I knew you preffered him."

"You're right we're running off together and taking all your money," I say kissing him.

"How did it go today?" He asks.

"Fine,"

"Still no breakthroughs?"

"No but she says that's normal."

"Well that's reassuring I guess..."

"Honestly I think i'm better off not remembering. I also don't think I need to go anymore though so next weeks gonna be my last session."

"If you're sure... Can I stop going too?"

"Yeah right." I scoff making him roll his eyes.

"But you're ok right? I don't want you to try to rush being better if you aren't yet."

"No I'm great, everything's perfect." I say kissing him again.

"Now I don't believe you" he says pulling back a little." If you had of said just good or ok maybe I would."

"Don't do that please." I sigh sitting down." I said i'm good..."

"So you thought you was just going to fucking leave me!"

"I'm sorry please..." I cry."

"You not fucking sorry, you having his damn baby!" He screams looming over me. "I can fix that l though," he smirks coming closer.

"Please don't!" I scream.

"Amaya?"

"Please!" I scream again. But when I open my eyes I'm no longer in that house. I'm home, Abel standing over me worriedly.

"You ok?" He asks.

"Yeah, sorry did I wake you?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm making sure you're ok."

"I'm gre- I'm ok things were a little clearer that time though...

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"So Cori, are you excited to be a big sister?" I ask as I pull into the malls parking lot.

"I mean it's cool," she shrugs not looking up from her phone.

"It should be exciting." I continue.

"I guess... Auntie Mya are those big scary black dudes going to be following us around in here?"

"I asked your uncle not to."

"Ok good, because it feels really weird trying to explain it to people."

"I'm sure it is, imagine how I feel." I say putting on my hat and sunglasses. Ever since Abel and I got married the paparazzi have been an almost daily occurance. And here I thought they were bad before! That's why I try to take Cori out as little as possible. (Especially after the tabloids tried to say she was one of ours abandoned love child.)

"Ok you ready?" I ask

"Yeah."

"Just remember to look straight ahead."

"Yup I know the drill," She says getting out. As soon as I get out the damn car I hear my name.

"Amaya, Amaya over here!"

"Amaya, how do you feel about the rumors Abel's cheating on you?" I just roll my eyes ignoring her.

"Amaya how do you feel about Keith Powers possibly getting released early?"

I don't know how long the blows keep coming, but I try to curl in on myself to protect the baby. Once he notices he begins punching and kicking until I can't hold the position anymore, after that I black out from the pain. Later waking up in the hospital to find out our baby girl didn't make it...

"Auntie Mya, Auntie Mya," Cori asks shaking my shoulder.

"No comment." I say again grabbing Cori's hand and going inside.

"So how do you feel about Ms. Robyn moving in?" I ask hoping she'll talk to me. (Matt's been worried about how she's adjusting and asked for my help.)

"Auntie can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"I love daddy and Ms. Robyn but sometimes I wish I could stay with you and Uncle Abel."

"Why sweetie?"

"Because when mommy left I had you, you were there for me like a mom. But now they'll have the new baby to worry about. What about me?"

"Sweetheart, you know our doors always open but your dad loves you so much it would really hurt him if you left. You two are going through this change together and you both need each other's support. Besides he'll never forget about you anyway none of us will."

"Ok... Auntie Maya are you ever going to have another baby?"

"I'm sorry Mr and Mrs.Tesfaye, we did all we could to try to save her but she didn't make it..."

"Not yet," I say snapping out the memory, before she notices...

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"So you're sure you would like to end our sessions?"

"Yes I really feel alot better now. And have honestly come to terms with everything."

"Well if you're sure but may I ask why you feel that way now?"

"The scars have healed, and i've accepted everything. All this happened three months after we got married and it feels like it's tearing apart our relationship still. I was happy, pregnant, and just married the only man i've truly ever loved and then this monster took that away. It's been months of tears, arguments and separation from both of us and we've finally worked through it. I refuse to let him take my happiness again."

"It seems to me like you're ready to put this behind you, but please do not hesitate to talk to me if the need arises."

"Thank you so much I'll call if I need to..."

#abel tesfaye #fanfic #theweeknd #thriller #celebrities #fiction #weeknd #horror

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zwoelffarben · 1 year

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Highlights from today's DnD session.

It got brought up this session because of new players are entering candlekeep that last session I submitted as my entrence fee to candlekeep a manuscript of My Immortal which in universe Duonee penn'd himself (no harry potter isn't canon: my immortal is an original work in this universe).

I've adopted the York-Jacob school of Orc-lore where you just... say inane shit and slow paint an incoherent picture of the culture you came from.

It's against Duonee's peoples' beliefs to wear helmets (might generalize to headwear of any variety).

It's customary when asking to purchase something to ask for, not the seller's finest wares but their third finest wares; "Angler, I've need of your third finest net."

Duonee is aware of the difference between WIS and INT and calls it "the Fruit Salad Connundrum." His people are aware of tomatos or a similar fruit.

Dounee comes from a culture that at least in part shepherds "tiny sheep, you know, the itty bitty ones." They use fishing nets as one of their means of wrangling the sheep.

Orcs have very good ears and noses. I've not likened them to dogs yet, but bet I'm gonna.

The Linda is a title given to whomever runs a place. Not the person in charge of making decisions, but the person who makes those decisions actually manifest. (He has decided that the reference librarian is candlekeeps The Linda).

I made a kungfu panda reference with, "stairs, my greatest enemy." When the DM said to be mindful of the second floor because the ceiling are quite low, while looking at me because I mentioned earlier that Duonee's kinda tall, I then immediatly riffed myself with, "ceilings my second greatest enemy."

I'm currently of my own free will rolling evens-odds each time I pass the second floor to determine if it I bonk my head..

He's also an abnormally big eater. The mess hall of candlekeep has charcuterie boards set up as a your self style buffet. Duonee heard free food, picked up a whole ass charcuterie board as a plate and filled it up futher with two bowl of soup. He went back for a second board.

Sleepy Leo, a student who was nodding off in repair workshop, was woken up by a wombo combo static zap from echo and Duonee sneaking up next to him and loudly strumming his lute (which he's steel plated so it can also function as a mace). Duonee has developed an immediate platonic crush on Leo.

Duonee's developing a catchphrase of, "ugh, civilians." We'll see if it sticks.

Overhearing a conversation about stealling a book, Duonee casts his net and captures one of the book theives which he then slings over his shoulder and carries down the stairs, presenting it to the reference desk librarian. When asked what the hell he's doing, he says simply, "Book Theif." This results in a back and forth where he insists on his version of events, despite the person in the net being an estemed professor of the keep.

The reference librarian calls in someone with authority to deal with this, who then reveals himself to be in cohoots with the person Duonee had netted. Combat ensues. At the end of combat he simply says, "book theives," presenting them to the reference librarian. The session then wrapped.

#candlekeep mysteries #my character #duonee

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cybernightwanderer · 1 year

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Victim complex in little things yay, love it

The lenghts this woman will go to controll me and to ruin my mental health. So my brother keeps the tv on all night at a pretty high volume, and his room is right next to hers. But she never says a word or complains about the noise. If i go to the bathroom in the midle of the night, or go get a tea, very very tip toe. She will complain. I stopped being on calls and late night game sessions with my friend, even if i whisper, so i wouldnt get yelled at all the time, but again my brother has the tv pretty loud whole night. I play early in the afternoon, she complains that i shouldnt be playing, who are the ppl that i am playing with? a "bunch of unemployed useless fucks"?. So i cant play early in the afternoon. So today i did the class projects, sent some resumes, took care of a few paintings, during the afternoon, 19 pm comes up. I join a session of a horror game, im on call with random ppl. She keeps coming in my room without knocking, claiming she wanted to mesure the drapes, keeps insisting on mesuring the drapes coz she wants to change them, even to i already asked 3 times to keep them and gave my really strong points on why. She looks at my screen and looks around. Eventually she leaves my room, after a few minutes she comes back to my room and now is talking about the oven, but keeps looking at my computer screen. I start to get annoyed and ask her to leave. After a bit, she comes back and with another random talk. I get up and stay in the midle of the hallway of the house, waiting, for whatever she wants to say... She says nothing, and as soon as i am about to enter my room she does that mouth noise, she does when shes about to say something. I stop, and i immediatly go to the living room, and calmly ask her " what? im sorry i couldnt hear you ? ", she then goes " oh i wasnt gonna say anything ", so i say " ok " and i go back to my room. At this point my anxiety is too strong, im just sitting in my chair, looking at the door.. waiting. One hour passes by, i manage to calm down, and i re-join the horror game match, since its a horror game, i tend to get overly excited and scared, a few jumpscares here and there that get me to scream. ITS 21PM AT NIGHT, AND SHE GOES IN MY ROOM COMPLAINING ABOUT THE NOISE, ASKING ME TO KEEP IT DOWN... I immediatly lose all my fun, and just give up on the game. This woman, who does a tremendous amount of noise in the morning, has verbal yelling fights with my brother, is telling me, to shut up, because she was on a call with my nephew...THAT FUCKING KID, HAS A GOLDEN SPOON UP HIS ASS, all my childhook i was treated like shit, and she treats this little fucker with so much love and respect, its amazing. Never in my childhood, did she ever even properly payed attention to me when speaking, she would always cut me off or make me feel dumb about the things that i liked. I go to the living room and i ask her why she did that, why she told me to be quiet when shes not even sleeping and she goes " because you are making too much noise, your nephew was asking who was yelling ".... So i tell her " it's not fair, i stopped being on call with ppl, i stopped playing games late at night, so at this hour is my last attempt to actually relax a bit " and she all of a suddent starts acting like a fucking victim "oh i cant say anything, im always the bad guy, im not gonna say anything anymore "

YEAH YOU FUCKING CANT YOU BITCH, I LITERALLY TOLD U I WAS TRYING TO RELAX AFTER CLASS AND ALL THE CLEANING I DID, AND SHE DOESNT LET ME FOR A FUCKING SECOND. YES YOU ARE THE FUCKING BAD GUY.

AND NOW I WENT TO THE BATHROOM AND MY BROTHERS TV IS AT MAX VOLUME WITH FUCKING TV SHOW NOISE, AND ITS 2 AM, AND SHE SAYS ABSOLUTLY FUCKING NOTHING.

NOT A WORDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

#suicide #depression #trauma #anxiety #toxic #ptsd #controlling #abusive mother #toxic mother #abuse #domestic violence #domestic abuse #narcisitic mother #narcisitic brother #narcisist #micro management

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saintandsinner-tandcsequel · 2 years

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Chapter 1

"So Amaya what do you remember about that night?"

"Not much really, I got home and then the next minute I was in the hospital."

"And how are you dealing with losing the baby?"

"I'm dealing, it helps that I have work to keep me busy,"

"And how have the nightmares and flashbacks been?"

"Less intense, barely noticible now that he's out of state and in prison."

"That's good it means your mind is getting through the trauma."

"Even if I don't remember what happened?"

"Yes it's your minds way of protecting itself."

"Ok, thank you." I say getting up to leave.

"Of course, see you next week..."

"You're home during the day, I was beginning to think Caesar was my husband."

"Why didn't you say Julias? I knew you preffered him."

"You're right we're running off together and taking all your money," I say kissing him.

"How did it go today?" He asks.

"Fine,"

"Still no breakthroughs?"

"No but she says that's normal."

"Well that's reassuring I guess..."

"Honestly I think i'm better off not remembering. I also don't think I need to go anymore though so next weeks gonna be my last session."

"If you're sure... Can I stop going too?"

"Yeah right." I scoff making him roll his eyes.

"But you're ok right? I don't want you to try to rush being better if you aren't yet."

"No I'm great, everything's perfect." I say kissing him again.

"Now I don't believe you" he says pulling back a little." If you had of said just good or ok maybe I would."

"Don't do that please." I sigh sitting down." I said i'm good..."

"So you thought you was just going to fucking leave me!"

"I'm sorry please..." I cry."

"You not fucking sorry, you having his damn baby!" He screams looming over me. "I can fix that l though," he smirks coming closer.

"Please don't!" I scream.

"Amaya?"

"Please!" I scream again. But when I open my eyes I'm no longer in that house. I'm home, Abel standing over me worriedly.

"You ok?" He asks.

"Yeah, sorry did I wake you?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm making sure you're ok."

"I'm gre- I'm ok things were a little clearer that time though...

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"So Cori, are you excited to be a big sister?" I ask as I pull into the malls parking lot.

"I mean it's cool," she shrugs not looking up from her phone.

"It should be exciting." I continue.

"I guess... Auntie Mya are those big scary black dudes going to be following us around in here?"

"I asked your uncle not to."

"Ok good, because it feels really weird trying to explain it to people."

"Ok you ready?" I ask

"Yeah."

"Just remember to look straight ahead."

"Yup I know the drill," She says getting out. As soon as I get out the damn car I hear my name.

"Amaya, Amaya over here!"

"Amaya, how do you feel about the rumors Abel's cheating on you?" I just roll my eyes ignoring her.

"Amaya how do you feel about Keith Powers possibly getting released early?"

"Auntie Mya, Auntie Mya," Cori asks shaking my shoulder.

"No comment." I say again grabbing Cori's hand and going inside.

"So how do you feel about Ms. Robyn moving in?" I ask hoping she'll talk to me. (Matt's been worried about how she's adjusting and asked for my help.)

"Auntie can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"I love daddy and Ms. Robyn but sometimes I wish I could stay with you and Uncle Abel."

"Why sweetie?"

"Because when mommy left I had you, you were there for me like a mom. But now they'll have the new baby to worry about. What about me?"

"Ok... Auntie Maya are you ever going to have another baby?"

"I'm sorry Mr and Mrs.Tesfaye, we did all we could to try to save her but she didn't make it..."

"Not yet," I say snapping out the memory, before she notices...

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"So you're sure you would like to end our sessions?"

"Yes I really feel alot better now. And have honestly come to terms with everything."

"Well if you're sure but may I ask why you feel that way now?"

"It seems to me like you're ready to put this behind you, but please do not hesitate to talk to me if the need arises."

"Thank you so much I'll call if I need to..."

#weeknd #books & libraries #celebrities #fiction #the weeknd #abel tesfaye #fanfic #horror #writers on tumblr

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bugsandburners · 3 years

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Now that half of the Non server is asleep I can post more spoiler art!

#non #north of noorn #the mother #this comes up immediatly next session #which is for me in nine hours #and ive been giddy about tbis piece

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tafuturepsy · 2 years

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Do you imagine like, Peter introducing Tony to Brooklyn 99 ? The wild shit that would ensue would be amazing :

Peter would be obsessed with it, and obviously quoting the show on a daily basis with Ned. Eventually, he would start cracking b99 jokes while he works in the lab with Tony, with one here and there. Tony wouldn't pay attention, thinking it's just another weird joke of the kid (plus he's sleep-deprived).

But as the lab days pass, Peter would quote the show more and more, because the new season is coming out soon so he and Ned just binge watch it non-stop. After a while, Tony's definetly not sleep-deprived brain would click. He would ask Peter where all these jokes come from, because there's definetly something going on and he doesn't like being left out of the loop. Peter would go red and start rambling : "oh, it's just uh.. you know.. there's this show that Ned and I really like, I mean not only us, there's like so many people who love it, but anyways, it's about cops in brooklyn and they are like all super cool, there's this detective who always has big knifes and stuff, and there's another one who loves weird food, and this big sargeant played by Terry Crews who loves yogurt and-"

Tony would stop him, and ask the name of the show. "Oh. Uh, it's Brooklyn 99". Tony would then get up from his stool, walk up to Peter and say "how about we go in the living room and put it on then ? If you're to quote it all the time, I might as well be able to understand what you're saying". Peter would get really excited, and they would go in the living room to watch it.

Tony would be mostly curious, because why the hell was Peter so obsessed with Terry Crews eating weird yogurt with a big knife ? After a short reflexion, maybe he should go pick up a coffee before starting the show.

After a few episodes, it would turn out that Tony just LOVES it, because there is so much sass in this show, but there's also the same kind of humor that Peter has (and he loves the kids' stupid jokes, not that he would stop rolling his eyes at them though), so he is completely conquered.

Gina is definetly his favorite, which Peter had guessed because she's literally the feminin version of Tony, to which Tony totally agrees. He would then say to Peter that he is a mix of Jake and Boyle, because he always has stupid ideas, he's messy but also clumsy and caring for everyone (but he mostly has stupid ideas). After that, they would try to find who is who in the show and debate over that (Peter says that Rhodey is Rosa because he is super badass and has a ton of weapons on the suit and always has good plans).

They end up binge watching the whole first season that day, and they really have a lot of fun. When May calls Peter because it's late and he needs to come home, Tony says that they can watch season 2 next time, to which Peter immediatly agrees. So this is how a new ritual starts, in which Peter would come to the tower to work in the lab with Tony for a few hours before they would go in the living room to watch b99.

Tony ends up quoting the show in the lab as well, which makes the lab sessions even funnier to the both of them. Sometimes, Tony quotes the show when he is with Rhodey or Pepper, so they end up catching up on the show as well because Tony and Peter barely speak in something other than b99 references at this point and they don't understand a thing of what they are saying.

In the end, they just have b99 binge watch nights all together, with May and Peter staying over. They even make game nights based on the show, like they sort a case they have to solve, and each one impersonates a character as they try to solve the case the way the squad would in the show. Obviously they mess around a lot, while perfectly staying in character, and it can take a lot of time to solve the case but they just have so much fun all together that it's even better that way.

#tony stark #peter parker #irondad #spiderson #spider man #iron man #brooklyn 99 #ironfam having b99 nights #tony stark and gina linetti are long lost twins

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matryosika · 3 years

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shoot me, chapter III

pairing — changbin x reader

rating — 18+

genre of the overall series — smut, angst, fluff if you squint

prologue chapter I chapter II chapter III

word count for this chapter — 3.7 k

warnings — suggestive, slight jisung x reader, mentions of alcohol, possessive and jealous changbin, choking and sexual tension.

note — i have been pretty ia lately because i'm full of school work to do. my semester is coming to an end, so i must turn in final projects and take my final tests too. i'm normally much active than i have been on this account, i promise to get back to you as soon as school ends for me. this chapter has just sexual tension but not smut smut and it's shorter than the rest but i needed to divide the chapter because it became way too long. smut promised for next one that i will be uploading this weekend (hopefully!)

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[12:17 a.m. Changbin]

i don't think we should to that again

it was a mistake

you looked at your phone at a extreme state of confusion. he had left your place minutes ago and, after an amazing session of oral sex, a lovely dinner and a extremely bearable (maybe even good) late-night talk, the walk to his car was all it took for him to develop a guilt complex?

[12:17 a.m. Changbin]

i just needed to vent but honestly, getting with you can really damage my future and that's not something i'm willing to jeopardize for sex.

you read his messages over and over again. it was the "i just needed to vent" that got backlash from you... did he really just came to your place only to ease his sexual frustrations?

you were still siting in the living room, hugging your knees to your chest. you hadn't lose self control once but twice, and not to mention it was with a man whose only purpose all along was to use you to feel better about himself.

"you really touched bottom this time" you whispered to yourself, feeling the need to take a second shower in order to rinse away all the traces from his touches and kisses on your skin.

maybe it wasn't really the guilt that bothered you. maybe it was the fact that, tonight, was probably the best night you've ever had for a while. he took well care of you, after finishing he cleaned you up and carried you to your room so you could take a shower and change your clothes.

he patiently waited for you while sitting at the edge of your bed and, when you were done showering, some delicious food he ordered was already expecting both of you at the dinning room of the house. during dinner, you told him a little bit about your life in japan and shared some childhood memories with him.

things were good, maybe too good for your own liking, but it only took a couple of minutes for changbin to remind you who he truly was.

not only that, but you also wouldn't admit the fact that you had a great time with him.

you spent the rest of the week calmly, having to hang out with changbin more times than you actually wanted to. he would often act like a gentleman in front of his parents and arthur, trying to engage in coversations with you often, asking you about your major and your adolescence in japan. you thought that he was just doing that in an attempt to hide the awkwardness of the air every time you had to spend time with him at arthur's company, but that didn't completely eased the fact that you felt your blood boil every time you had to be near him.

"you are coming, right?" ryujin cried from the other side of the phone "you told me you wanted to come!"

fuck, chan's party was this weekend.

"uhhhh" you mumbled "ryujin i don't feel good"

"y/n!" she screamed "is it because of changbin? baby? i have known you since pre-school, are you really feeling bad over a man you met barely 2 weeks ago?"

ryujin was right. you hated men, you truly did. and you were too proud about the fact that you had never cried over one, let alone have your heart broken by any of them. and it wasn't changbin you were sad about but the fact that he used you, you let him and then tried to act like nothing ever happened between both of you, which was even more humilliating. it always seemed like you had everything controlled but this time he was the one who got the last word and that was something you just couldn't accept.

"besides" ryujin added without leaving time for you to talk "i don't even think he is coming, chan said that he invited more people outside his friend group because some of them were not going to make it tonight, maybe he is one of them"

"maybe" you said "but i'm not willing to take a risk on that, ryujin"

you couldn't see her, but you could clearly picture how she was pouting at that exact moment. "y/n, you will eventually go back to japan and we will not be able to hang out anymore. is that what you want? do you want to reject your best friend on a saturday night? plus! the last time i took you to itaewon you had a great time!"

"speak for yourself ryujin" you mutered

"PLEASE" she screamed, making you squirm in your place "i promise that i will be by your side the whole time, i won't get distracted by the gorgeous, precious, well-built, amazing...."

"alright" you interrupted her "i know you are lying but i want to believe you for once"

she did a little scream of victory on the other side of the line and proceeded to set an hour to pick you up, almost against your will.

"what's the special occasion?" you asked ryujin as she went through all your clothes that were now laying around your bedroom floor, trying to find the perfect outfit for chan's party because you were dressed too casual, apparently.

"today it's the birthday of one of his closest friends" she said, almost in a hurry "and we are now running late because of your choice of clothes"

"i didn't knew there was a dresscode" you said, sitting at the edge of your bed.

"oh no, there isn't" she responded, now lurking around your suitcase and bags "but you need to let know changbin what he is missing out"

you rolled your eyes and grunted, of course. ryujin was that type of friend who would hype you up while you wear a killer outfit just to piss off a man.

"FINALLY" she screamed, finding the black dress that you stole from changbin at coex "i knew you had something around"

with hesitant eyes you looked at her handing you the dress, not sure if this easy outfit, like changbin said, would fit the occasion. "go on, it's almost 9 p.m."

by the bar incident you learned that chan, changbin and the whole friend group were a bunch of privileged men, but you didn't quite understand how privileged they were until you found yourself outside chan's house. the architecture looked excentric but expensive, at the same time. it was located in a pretty nice neighbourhood and was specially afar from the rest of the houses as if the most important value around was privacy.

you looked at ryujin and she seemed nervous. understandable. she came from a decent household but this right here just looked like the mansion of a western celebrity.

"are you alright?" you asked her, closing the door of her car before walking towards the stairs that lead you to the front door.

"this is the first time i'll get to meet chan's friends" she responded, making a grimace as she retracted "well, the second time, but i can barely remember the night at the bar"

"right"

right before she could continue talking, the front door opened and chan greeted you both. "ladies"

you bowed down to chan and ryujin immediately jumped into his arms, receiving a kiss in her cheek by the man himself "could you not?" you joked, watching chan's face turning bright red by the unexpected and euphoric physical contact.

"i missed him!" ryujin defended herself, locking her arms behind his neck.

"come in, y/n" he said, opening the door wider so you and ryujin could come in.

"who's the birthday boy?" you asked, your eyes scanning the insides of the house looking for any sign of changbin.

"it's jeongin's birthday" he said, proudly smiling like the father of an 8-year-old son "he's right there, at the couch. maybe you recall him from the bar"

you saw his face and immediatly remembered him. "yeah, the guy who just couldn't stop laughing"

"that's the one" chan said, standing right besides ryujin "let's go, let me introduce you to them"

the next hour was spent peacefully and you were almost thankful that ryujin begged you to come. jeongin, the birthday boy, was already drunk by 10:00 p.m. and kept making bad jokes that cracked everyone up. ryujin left with chan to god-knows-where and you were stucked with jisung and hyunjin at the living room, drinking ocasionally and having a good time.

"i remember you from the bar" jisung mumbled, getting closer to your ear as the music was already too loud. "i wanted to chat with you, but you disappeared quickly"

his breath smelled like cherries and alcohol as he was too close to you, but you couldn't complain. it was almost intoxicating in the best way possible.

"yeah i was not having a good time"

he smiled proudly "i'm sure i could have made it better"

a sarcastic chuckled escaped your lips as he placed a hand on his chest "you don't believe me?"

"i don't believe any man for that matter" you replied almost in a flirty way, not that you wanted to tho but the alcohol was already making you feel a tad extroverted.

"but i'm not any man" jisung whispered on your ear, making you feel goosebumps over the entirety of your body. before you could even say something back, he grabbed you by the hand and took you outside of the living room and into the patio, where a lot of people were gathered drinking and dancing.

"oh, i'm not good at dancing" you tried to escape, jisung holding you by one of your hands.

"you don't have to be good at dancing to enjoy it" he pouted, still convincing you to join him at the improvised dance floor that people made right at the center of the courtyard "c'mon y/n"

you were not too fond of dancing, but the music that was playing and jisung's insistence made you accept the offer. with small jumps of excitement he drove you to the crowd of people and started to move around you like a fool, inspiring you confidence to losen up a bit.

"i'm not used to this" you admit, moving your body to the sound of "criminal" by taemin, one of your favorite songs ever.

"there's always a first time for everything" he mumbled, his face dangerously close to yours "here"

his hands traveled to your waist and he held you closer to his body, feeling his soft and warm sking against the naked parts of your. "just let your body move with the music, it's not hard"

jisung's presence was extremely intoxicated and captivating, but not enough to keep you from notice changbin entering to courtyard.

and he wasn't alone.

your whole body tensed and you could feel how jisung stepped back a little bit. "did i do something wrong?"

you parted your gaze from changbin as soon as he saw your body pressed against him, and you gave a faint smile to jisung.

"no, i just felt shy for a moment"

he gave you a wide smile and continue to hold you even closer, your hips moving involuntary against his pelvic area and his eyes firmly fixed into you. "god, you are so precious"

"am i?" you asked, tilting your head to the side while dancing.

you could feel changbin's gazed nailed into your body and that was making you do stupid things. you wanted to make him feel jealous, for some reason, but using a man you just met wasn't something that would fit in your principles.

"mhm" he hummed, the movements of both of you getting slower as the song progressed. jisung's lips brushed softly against yours pratically begging for a kiss, but you knew that it was way too early for that.

you turned around on your place, your back now pressed to his chest, as you continued to dance against his body. his hands were glued to your waist and ocasionally would visit your hips, moving at the same rythm as you did. a different song was playing right now, but you didn't even noticed as your mind was flooded with thoughts. who was changbin with? was she his girlfriend? was he still there watching you? were you dancing with jisung just to piss him off? and most importantly, why did you feel the need to make him jealous in the first place?

before the trail of thoughts continued on your head, jisung's hand traveled from the tip of your fingers to your left shoulder, his fine digits dancing around your naked clavicles. "did i tell you that this dress looks amazing on you?"

his voice, the trace of his fingers and his scent made you act completely dumb around him, it was almost painful to watch. with a swift movement, you were now facing him again and kept on moving slowly. "i don't think so"

"well" he said, leaning one more time to leave a faint kiss on your lips "you look amazing on that dress"

and without expecting an answer from you, he kissed you.

his lips tasted exactly the same as his scent. the mixture of cherries, strawberries and alcohol intoxicated your five senses, making you unable to think about what you were doing. the kiss was everything except rushed, as if he was taking his time to taste every single inch of your lips and tongue. his hands were resting on your waist and lower back and the song that was now playing just fit the whole mood the both of you created, right until...

"do you mind?" a man's voice asked while you felt a grip on your forearm.

"give me a break man" jisung said, interrupting the kiss. it was no other than changbin, standing right in the middle of you and jisung.

"she is drunk" changbin said, almost in a threatening tone.

"i am not" you responded, trying to get out of changbin's grip.

"we are in the middle of something here" jisung insisted, trying to get between you and the grip changbin had on your arm.

"i'm not in the mood for a chat, han" his voice turned ten times deeper and his body language reminded you of that night at itaewon "i'm taking her home because he drank too much"

"let go off of me"

but he did not let go of you and continued dragging you across the whole courtyard and into the living room. "aren't you supposed to be with your girlfriend?"

you started to curse him openly, but he wouldn't slow down his pace. he took you out of the house and into his car without even saying a word.

"you are acting as if you were my owner" you grunted, looking for your phone inside of your purse "you just love to order me around, don't you?"

"that didn't seem to upset you at the bar and your house" he scoffed, his voice going completely cold as ice.

"you bringing that topic now is just miserable" you laughed as he started the car "i was about to enjoy a good night of fucking, something i never got to do with you because you are a coward"

changbin's jaw tensed up and you could feel how the car started to go faster.

the adrenaline of changbin's jealousy, the alcohol, jisung's taste and the speed of the car were making you feel particularly bold tonight, something you knew you would regret the morning after.

"why do you tense up?" you asked, teasing him "i know you wanted to fuck me so bad but still decided to not jeopardize your future for a night of sex"

you were not completely sure, but it was kind of obvious that changbin wasn't driving to your house. you tried to catch a glimpse of the street names as if that was going to be helpful to a foreigner, but it was too dark outside.

"you are not going to talk now?" you asked him, taking off your high-heels as your whole body rested on the car seat. "you were so bold a few minutes ago, trying to act like a fucking man intimidating jisung at chan's house. two nights of oral sex and i have that much of a grip on you, changbin?"

he wouldn't respond, and that only made your blood boil even more.

"you are so fucking pathetic" you muttered, looking directly at him as his gaze was completely fixed on the road.

the car took a sudden turn and parked right in front of a complex of apartments. without hesitation, he got out and opened the door for you, carrying you into his shoulder inside the elevator of the lobby.

the scene was pretty much awkward as you faced yourself into the elevator mirror. your hair was completely messed up and your lipstick was a bit smudged but other than that, you looked completely sober. not only that, but he knew that you weren't drunk. he just made that excuse.

the doors of the elevators opened on the 12th floor and you were glad that no one was waiting for it outside, otherwise they would've seen your ass on changbin's shoulder.

"you know i'm not drunk, right?" you said, still resting on his shoulders while he took his keys from the pocket of his black pants

"just shut the fuck up for a moment" he said, carrying you and leaving you standing inside of his apartment as he turned all the lights inside on.

"i knew your behavior as a gentleman was a fucking act and you only did that in front of your parents and arthur"

"you are so annoying" changbin whispered as he walked towards the black leather couch in the middle of the living room of his apartment. you followed him and walked right behind him.

"i don't have anything to do here, changbin" you mumbled, his back turned against you. you wanted to tease him, you needed to. for an unknown reason, you felt the sudden urge to make him mad, to make him explode. you needed things to escalate quickly so he would give you another reason for you to hate him even more "i can't believe i should be fucking with jisung right now but instead i'm-"

before you could finish that sentence, you felt changbin's grip on both sides of your neck "go on, keep on talking"

the lack of oxygen, the sudden movement of changbin against your body and his gaze flooded with anger made your legs tremeble "keep on fucking talking"

you could barely swallow by how hard his right hand was grasping onto your neck "look at you" you whispered with broken words, smirking as your eyes unconciously closed because of the pleasure "are you jealous, changbin?"

"why don't you answer the question, y/n?" he asked, his hold on your neck becoming softer as his lips approached your right ear "how did you felt when you saw me with that girl earlier today?"

an ironic laugh left your lips, trying to shield yourself from the obvious thing. "i don't know what game you are playing, changbin, but i didn't felt shit"

"really?" he hummed, his raspy voice near your ear made you squeeze your thighs together unconciously, and even though his hand was merely just resting on your neck, the arousal you felt from his grip was still there. "i know you saw me with her, and i could tell how that made you dance for jisung more... enthusiastically"

"you are wrong" you replied, pushing him slightly away "and pathetic, getting jealous when you were the one who cutted things off since the beginning"

"he is an asshole" changbin said with a mocking and sarcastic tone, his fingers tracing the naked skin of your arms as he licked his lips "and i must protect you, like arthur said. isn't that right?"

"he is a good kisser" you answered "i bet he fucks better than you too, not that i would know though because i never got to fuck with you"

changbin's eyes drifted from your skin to your eyes in a matter of miliseconds and for the first time in the evening you regretted saying something. "you are just begging for me to fuck you, aren't you?"

"don't get confused" you spitted "i don't want to have anything to do with you"

his hand traveled slowly to the end of your dress, lifting it up and reaching for your, now soaking, panties. his digits traced your slit and you swallowed hard in anticipation for whatever humiliating thing he was about to say. "are you sure?"

he removed his fingers from your core and were now glistening thanks to the light coming from the window of his apartment. "look at me and tell me that you don't want me to fuck you"

"look at me and tell me that you didn't felt jealous when you saw me with jisung" yo fired back, a faint smirk appearing on his face.

"i did" he admitted "i can't even begin to explain how mad i felt at the sight of your precious body pressing against his. all i wanted to do at that exact moment was to fuck you right in front of everybody, including him"

his hands toured to your back, unzipping the dress you were wearing as he looked directly into your eyes trying to decode if you actually wanted this or not.

"i know what i said last week" changbin mumbled, his fingers helping you to drag the straps on your dress all the way to your wrists "but your existence is fucking me up"

your heart started to beat even faster, your breath accelerated "and it wasn't until i saw you with someone else where i realized that i needed to make you completely mine, even just once"

you soon found yourself in your underwear right in front of him, his eyes looking at you up and down several times making you feel intimidated. you had two options: loose your self-control for the third time and do something that you truly wanted to, or leave his apartment feeling proud.

but you already made that choice when you didn't fought back enough to stop him from driving you to his place.

"please ruin me" you whispered, your soul immersed in arousal, guilt and regret.

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Chaos Therapy

Session #4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You were assigned to a field mission, with particulars co-agents, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. One mission turned into multiples. After each missions you are debriefed by a therapist, Dr Noach just as Sam and Bucky. Thing is, they don’t know that you are much more than an agent.

Warnings: pining, bit of angst, Buck/Sam bickering, violence (fights against enemies), mild swearing (still real bad at warnings)

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

“Lettonia?” You fastened your weightlifting gloves looking back at Bucky.

“We have a lead on Zemo.” his face fell a little

“Hey” you searched for his eyes “kick his ass for me,”

His smile returned a hearthy chuckle leaving his lips, hesitantly his hand reached your forearm brshing down to your fingertips, he took a step forward and pressed a kiss to your temple, your eyes closed on their own and you squeezed his hand in yours, he let his forehead rest against yours.

"See you in a few days," he whispered, you nodded and he took a step backward,

"Don't kill each other,"

"noted,"

You watch him go, his broad back passing the gym door. Your stomach immediatly churning, "Buck!" you ran out the gym, he was waiting at the elevator, "Bucky!" he panicked seeing you ran to him.

"Doll," your fingers interlaced with his dog tags, you stopped the motion your face inches from him, his eyes fall on your lips. A tug on his dog tags and your lips collided, his arms circled your back, a hand splayed on your waist the other slowly going up your spine to your nape as your free one caressed his face, feeling the pricks of his beard under your delicate fingers.

“Bucky, I .. “ the ding of the elevator distracted both of you for a second “I’ll have to tell you something,”

“you’re okay ?” the worry in his eyes had you tongue-tied, your hands tightened on his shirt. “Yea, yea just .. be careful out there,” the smile you gave him unknitted his brows, his hands brushed your arms. You couldn’t bare to tell him, not now, he will know the truth soon enough anyway. He hesitantly leaned in pecking your lips before getting on the elevator.

“What’s going on ?” Sam squinted his falcon eyes at Bucky who did everything to avoid his scrutinous look. “Oh, oooh you and Y/n finally!!” Sam let out a proud laugh, clasping Bucky’s shoulder.

“Y/N what do you make of their duo?”

“It works somehow. I know it seems unbelievable especially when you see them from the outside. The thing is, they both lose Captain Rogers, the person that believe in them both and now they can only count on each other and believe in each other that’s why it works. Sam believe in Bucky being able to heal and get redemption, while Bucky believe in Sam being worthy of the Shield. The constant bickering is their way of showing their affection. They have a strong teamwork.” you conclude.

Noach nods, all the while analyzing your features.

“Thank you, they’re another mission coming up_”

“Yes ma’am. But I’m not allowed to join them for this mission,”

“I know, I’ve talked with the Director, that’s a shame, it’s a big one,” you both stand up and she walks you to the door “Y/N” she stops “I’m planning on ending the therapy when they come back from this mission.”

“What is it?” she says seeing your face fell.

“You know exactly,” you passes your badge on the elevator sensor.

“It was necessary,”

“They won’t like it,”

“They? Or he?” you gave her a grave look, “You want me to say that I shouldn’t have engage anything with Bucky,”

“No, I don’t blame you, you’re both human attraction is normal. Though now a long discussion with him awaits you.” Your head tilt back knowing too well she was right.

Sam and Bucky were back from Lettonia, you had some undone work back in the cave you didn’t have the time to greet them yet.

“Now, in order to round off our work here, I needed a closer look at your teamwork and general relationship,”

“You bugged us, Doc?” Sam scoffed, you facepalm behind the one-way mirror.

“Not exactly. I need you to know it was necessary to prove that your duo was fit for combat,” she turned to the mirror behind her nodding. Your cue, clenching your hand on the door handle, the voices inside increased as you pushed it.

“Agent Y/F/N mission was to evaluate your compatibility and capacity to work as a team, outside those therapy sessions. Agent Y/L/N beside her I.T work is a trained therapist,”

“That’s some fucked up therapy,”

“Mr, Wilson,_” you blocked their discussion as you were focused on Bucky’s reaction. His clenched fits on his thighs, his locked jaw and his gaze fixated on the wall before him. You jumped slightly as he stood up and left the room. Noach and Sam looked at you stopping their discussion. “I’ll be right back,” quickly walking out, you breathe in deeply. Bucky’s back facing you, the tension in his stance visible.

“Bucky,..” he glanced on the side

“I’ve been lie too for a longtime Y/n, ..” taking a step forward carefully you observed his side profile “I guess you can hurt me in the end,” his voice melted with anger and sorrow stopped you, the lump in your throat getting bigger, the prickling in your eyes accentuating.

Biting your lower lip, you tried to find your voice back. Like approaching a wild wolf, you were on edge yet cautious, reaching his shoulder you softly pulled on it “Please look at me,” he turned around but his eyes never reached yours, his hands on his hips you took them gently, interlacing your fingers with his. Against what you thought he didn’t reject you. His eyes still cast away, you rested your forehead on his chest, closing your eyes, you felt his hands twitched in yours, his chest heaving a little faster.

“You have to understand,…” your murmured feeling your throat tightened.

“you could have told me!” he spoke quietly yet the tightness in his voice showed his anger.

“Really though,” an anxious smirk reached your mouth for a millisecond “it was my mission Buck. I .. I didn’t plan on falling for you, it changed a lot of things.” He stayed silent at your confession; panic took over, his silence giving you the chills. Clearing your throat after an odd silent long second, you let go of his hands, taking a step back, and took your most serious professional voice “Please come back in the room, Dr Noach has some more questions.”

Noach arched an eyebrow seeing you enter the room alone, you sat next to her, facing Sam. Like Noach predicted Sam was “easier” to get by, he was still reluctant obviously but not closed to discussion. Bucky never came back in the room, before leaving Noach gave you gentle smile squeezing your upper arm.

“You won’t have to see much of me now, don’t worry,” you said to Sam who slowed down to a stop next to the elevator.

“Well, we’re not through it yet, the director of intelligence asked to see the three of us,” you stepped into the elevator with him.

“As you know the image of super-heroes is not at his best. After the few events with the flag smashers and the chaos in Lettonia” he looked at the boys gravely “the governments are not willing to brush this away as nothing happened. Moreover, rumor has it flag smashers are still quite upset about the docks operation. I suggest you lay low for a few days, weeks maybe. I can’t have you fighting flag smashers around the country, and cause much more mishaps,”

Sam clapped is hand all of sudden, turning to you and the silent Bucky next to you “Mi casa es su casa,”

You look at them wondering, Bucky avoiding your eyes. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” you left the room after the director dismissed you.

Starting your way to the elevator you paused hearing your name, “Sam’s house is safe, and you will be safer with us,” Bucky’s concerned warmed your heart.

“Hurts me to say it but tincan’s right,”

Although you knew they were 100% right, spending 24/7 with them, moreover around Bucky, it would have been great if it wasn’t for the fact that he totally despised you at the moment.

Passing by your place you grabbed a backpack and shove a bunch of random clothes in it. Sam and Bucky were waiting in the car. Seating down on your bed, the exhaustion caught up with you, your mind going blank, staring into the void.

Bucky look in the rear-view mirror “She’s taking too long,” Sam hummed. “Maybe we should check on her,”

“Maybe,” Sam looked at Bucky, pushing up his sunglasses onto his nose, reclining his seat and crossing his arms. Bucky rolled his eyes opening the door with a bit too much force that it cried out.

A knock on your door made you jump, blue eyes met yours, he was standing there at your bedroom door. He looked around taking everything in, if you were both in another mindset it would be thrilling.

“We have to go, the longer we stay here_ “

“I know, sorry,” grabbing your pack you slide down your bed, opening on your drawer near the door you grabbed the gun in it, slipping in your pants. Bucky eyed you, hands in his pocket.

He didn’t budge as you passed by him. His aura embracing you, overwhelming your senses. Daring a glance behind at him, his eyes were lost on you, his lips moved as he was about to say something but as soon as he refocused his jaw clenched a second. “Let’s go,” he walked to the door, you squint your eyes unwilling to see him past you so coldly. A warmth enveloping the hand holding your bag brought you back, his flesh hand brushed yours as he grabbed your pack, then left without looking back.

“So, we’re just going to follow orders?”

“It cannot hurt,” Sam glanced in the rear-view mirror “we all need some time off...” The ride was so awkward Sam was trying to loosen up the mood every so often, you tried to keep up with him but at one point you were too exhausted and fell asleep.

Bucky kept glancing at your sleeping form curled in the backseat. “When we get there you two will talk!” I’m not spending a week or more with a depressed cyborg and a torned beautiful woman!” Bucky frowned at Sam, “I haven’t dealt with that kind of problem, in a while.” he sighed the all sentence.

“Well, get with it!” Sam’s voice woke you up, “Good timing, we’re here!” The light blue and white big house appeared before you. “Sam that’s a really nice place!”

“Thanks, in the family for generations!” he was rightfully proud of the building.

“Rooms are upstairs,” he turned around letting his duffle bag hit the ground, the both of you standing awkwardly 2 feet apart.

“I don’t want to hear anything…” his look paused on you then Bucky his look insisting. You rolled your eyes at the insinuation. “I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” You drag yourself up the wooden stairs.

“Dinner at 9, Everyone pitch in to cook, house rule,”

“Believe me Wilson, you don’t want me near fire and sharp knives.” You yelled from the landing, missing Bucky hiding a smile as he joined Sam in the living room.

“Here,’ Sam walked down the pier, handing a bottle of beer to Buck who was watching the sunset.

“You know she had to keep it from us,” Sam calmly said, his VA side resurging.

“I know,”

“And that she wouldn’t feel so bad if she didn’t care about you,” Seeing Bucky staying silent his brows knitted, Sam stood up “Man, you got to talk to her, she reached out it’s on you now,”

“You realized it’s not that easy,”

“It is, you walk up to her, show or tell her what’s on that cyborg brain of yours, and that’s it, avoiding her it’s not the right way to do it.”

After a good shower you sat by the window overlooking the pier, the boys were on the dock enjoying a beer. “It’s gonna be fine,” you pep talked yourself eyes trained on Bucky’s silhouette.

Session #5

MASTERLIST

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

#Chaos Therapy #No spoilers #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #tfatws #tfatws imagines #tfatws fanfictions

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theblurplegirl · 4 years

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So I had my first bad and overtly sexualized experience when playing D&D last night. And I can't sleep until I write it out.

For context, I had decided to start looking for an other group to meet with (online of course) about a month ago. Within the last week I found a group that was in my time zone, and seemed to be an ok fit. When I added my character to the DNDBeyond campaign page I noticed that my character was the only one listed as female. Now I know that people can play whatever gender of character they want, but just the general vibe I got from my few messages with the DM lead me to believe that the players were all playing characters their same gender. I also learned that I was going in as the least experienced of the group, as well as being the only player who was not able to meet with the DM beforehand to run through character details. I was going in mostly uninformed. I immediately knew that this was going to be a lot more difficult than my previous campaign. I was a woman surrounded by men, playing a game that is gatekept by men, and stereotypically played by only men. My thoughts and mindset to not show weakness or inexperience and to prove that was just as good of a player as any of the rest of them did not however prepare me for the session.

First thing we did was describe our characters after we where given our roles within the group. This immediatly made me have to make some major chapter changes because I had planned for a more light-hearted character this go around, but the position she was given required her to not only be aged up but also her alignment changed. So I was already a little on edge and even more unprepared. I had known before how I wanted my character to act in general situations, but now, my overall plan was thrown out the window. The motivation I had put down for my character no longer applied. If my character had nothing to strive for, did I have anything to play with?

Within the first few minutes of the session, as a new group of people, the DM had our characters go through some "bonding activities". My character and another had an arm restling match, which my character lost in one role (7 to an 11). Two other characters bonded by teasing one of the other members of the group, a high born water genasi. Generally that went well except for the fact that the DM, when describing the towel the two were using to taunt the character with he described it as a rough towel, but not just any type of rough, rough like there was dried cum in it. This comment made me immediatly uncomfortable. We were within five minutes of this session starting (the first of the campaign!) and the DM was already making sexual comments. I think I probably would have still been uncomfortable if my other DM, who I have known for close to 7 years, had made that description. I let the comment slide, hoping that maybe it was a slip up on the DMs part and he would remember he was with strangers.

The next incident that happened was when the party entered the town tavern and there was a fight. Our warlock used thamaturgy to make each punch and slap sound louder than they actually were. The DM initially described this as deafening, what was a perfectly fine description. However, later on in the fight when thamaturgy was used again, our DM described the sounds as lude and as if someone was jacking off. This again made me uncomfortable, but I kept silent.

Another thing the DM made a quick comment about is that the barkeep gave the water genasi a glass of water instead of beer and it was the barkeep being racist. Which was a completely unnecessary thing to say.

A little later while still in the bar, it was discovered that our party's mark was also in the building, and that he was commenting about how he found my character attractive, especially since she was apparently the only women in the bar. (Which not only contradicted the DM's earlier description of "Men, women, and children crowed around watching the bar fight" but also the fact that it was the towns only tavern and we were supposed to believe there were no other women then? Not even barmaids?) It was then implied heavily by not only most of the rest of my party but also the DM that I was supposed to go over and seduce the mark and gain access to his house by doing so. I felt set up and nervous. This was by no means how I had ever intended for this character to be played (she was originally going to literally still be a minor before I had to age her up). To make matters even more uncomfortable the DM insisted on role-playing a good portion of the in bar discussion/seduction between my character and the NPC. I said that I was uncomfortable with the situation, and them tried to use the excuse that I was not good at role-playing and had never done it before, but the DM was insistent. Through out the experience other players kept commenting on different aspects or were just being overtly sexual. I ended the in bar role-play fairly swiftly before my character had to go over and tell the rest of the party where she was going, and for them to follow her and scout the house. One the the other players had his character turn invisible and come also in the house as a scout while the other party members where outside.

When my character got back to the house with the mark, his younger sister was apparently awake and waiting. She was decribed as an young girl looking around the age of 13. This immedatly set off some warning bells, because the oarty was meant to capture her and transport her somewhere, which made me worried about what the DM had in mind. In the moment nothing else came of the little girl except that she tried to shame my character for coming back with her brother.

Next, my character and the mark went to his bedroom, and the DM described the multiple tools and weapons hanging on the NPCs wall, I could have been reading into it at this point but it felt like he was describing them in hopes I would have my character use them in the coming moments. The DM again then had my try to role-play the instruction between my character and the NPC, to which I was fairly bland with my words and sped through the process again. My DM then made my character take a point of exhaustion, which gives you disadvantage on checks. I then had my character leave after the NPC had fallen asleep, to which she was met with the younger sister again, who once again tried to shame her for a sexual experience.

When the DM switched to the POV of the other party members two of the players made the comments that they were pretty sure that the invisible party member who was in the house was probably sticking around and getting a show from my character and the mark.

When our whole party met up later to compare intel from the evening my character was the only one that had nothing to add to the scout mission. She had been purely used as a distraction. She was utterly unimportant to the plot of the mission and the campaign. The only "good" that came out of it was when one of the party members asked if my character could show them what she had done to the mark I replied so quickly with an adamant NO (of frustration and annoyance) that the DM told the other player his character suffered 4 points of psychic damage. At this point I was thoroughly upset, annoyed, and bored with the session and DM. This was when one of the other party members (the one who had played the invisible scout) private messaged me and asked if I was uncomfortable. It felt like I was able to take a breath that I didn't even know I could.

The other player explained to me that he was also uncomfortable with the situation and that he was here to support me. We continued to message back and forth for the rest of the session. I honestly don't think I would have made it to the end without him.

In the middle of the night a man broke into the room my character was sharing with the party's orc fighter. But my character slept through the whole interaction between the two characters, which just made me more uncomfortable, but I at this point I was so uncomfortable with this whole campaign that it was just another layer.

When our party awoke the next morning there were comments from the party about how my character had slept so deeply because of being worn out from the night before. This just caused more annoyance from me. When out party stepped out of the tavern there was a man selling potions on a cart pulled my two humans and two drow elves. The DM stated, after the invisible scout's insight check, that the people pulling the cart were slaves and that the whole region we were in had slavery. The owner of said slaves (played by the DM) stated that they were better than horses because they fought back. This statement made me extremely uncomfortable, even more so than the sexual encounters.

At this point the invisible scout spoke up and said that our characters should free the slaves, in response my chracter was the only one that agreed so we set about to release them. This involved me casting blindness on the owner and then getting shot by his goblin lacky and taking over half of my HP in damage. Then the genasi cast sleep on the goblin (not to help us free the slaves, but to steal something off the cart), which allowed the scout and I to cut the chains and try to let the slaves free. By that point the owner had regained his sight and the slaves had not run away. One of the slaves then glared at my character and said "should I dispose of them master" and honestly I wish he had, because then I would have gotten to leave. Instead, I had to stick around because the owner insisted that I was merely misunderstanding the situation and that no further punishment should come to my character if she worked off the payment of the chains she had cut. There was no mention of the scout being punished. I wanted to cry at this point, out of frustration and annoyance.

The last few minutes of the session involved the party then splitting up to look at different locations around town that we also needed to scout, but at this point I was not paying attention to anything the DM or anybody else said.

Throughout the course of the session the DM and other players also made other unnecessarily sexual and racist comments, but there were so many that I only explained the major ones. By the end, when the DM asked how the session was, I couldn't respond. I felt assaulted. Yes, I had put myself in this situation, but there had been no prior indication before starting the evening that I would be subjected to a multitude of sexual and racist comments throughout the session.

The whole experience was horrible, except for the fact that the invisible scout player and I have continued to talk and have both decided to leave the campaign and look for a friendlier one together. I am just glad that I had him to talk to during the experience because otherwise I probably would have thought I was exaggerating things in my head. I have loved D&D for a long time and this experience has tarnished my love for the game. I just hope I can recover from it and learn to again love the game and the people who play that are truly loving, accepting, and kind.

Ps: If you are 18+ and in either CST, MST or EST and looking for a cleric and a ranger in your campaign, I've got you covered

Tl;dr

I joined an online group of D&D that was full of unnecessarily sexual and racist comments and it was the worst experience of D&D I've had so far.

Sorry for any typos I dont want to have to reread everything, it was bad enough going through it once.

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angelsunflowers-fanfics · 4 years

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Requests as of October 2020

So, first things first everyone, I’d thought that I would let all 119 of my followers know that I am still writing these fics, and I have been writing much more as of recent than I have this entire year. And I my inbox is still very much open and if you guys don’t know the rules for requesting please go to my prompt list that you can find on literally every single fic.

and Second, I’m posting the names and summaries of all the things I’m writing at the moment. And please remember than commenting and talking to authors is amazing for motivation and Don’t forget to reblog! <3

You are allowed to request smuts if you so choose to. I am an asexual virg, but I am comfortabel to smut and the good ol’ Devil’s tango. I am not repulsed by it to be blunt about the topic. I have at least 3 smuts on this list that I can think about. So go ahead if you’ve been waiting to request. <3

6teen

Jonesy Garcia x Female!Goth!reader: Jonesy and the reader are in the gray area of their relationship between friendship and relationship and end up making out in a closet

Avatar: the last airbender

Sokka x Male!reader: Sokka thought that the fire nation killed the reader is very relieved to see that wasn’t the case and celebrates with a steamy night alone with his lover (Yes, this is a smut)

Sokka x reader: Sokka cuddles up next to the reader very early in the morning after a nightmare

Adult!Toph x Adult!Female!Clumsy!reader: Toph is practicing and the reader tries to sneak up on her but fails of course due to her own clumsiness.

Zuko x Earthbender!reader: Zuko says something hurtful to the reader and tries to make up for it.

Injured!Zuko x reader: Zuko gets injured as the blue spirit and finds himself in a inn being healed by a kind stranger

Bioshock

Rosalind Lutece x reader: Rosalind finally realizes that she’s in love with the reader, her assistant

Boku No Hero Academia

Katsuki Bakugou x Quirkless!reader: The reader develops their quirk 10 years late and bakugou is surprised by his childhood friend’s new ability

Borderlands (2, pre-squel, Tales from the borderlands, 3)

Fl4k x Female!Short!reader x Zer0:The reader is being a brat towards Zer0 and Fl4k and they both snap and ask her what’s wrong

Tyreen Calypso x Female!reader: Tyreen kidnaps the reader for her own special interest but is surprised when she shows no fear to Tyreen.

Zane Flynt x Female!reader: The reader is a new recruit and Zane takes her under his wing to train her. On their first day of working together, they are lead to stay at a cozy inn but there’s a catch... there’s only one bed. (a favorite trope of mine)

Zer0 x Female!reader: Zero and the reader are stuck in a closet, shenanigan's ensue (Smut)

CEO!Rhys Strongfork x Female Secretary!reader x Timothy Lawrence: This is one of mine and is very self indulgent but I wanna post it when it’s done just in case people also enjoy my favorite boys. The reader is the secretary to Rhys under Atlas and one day Timothy Lawrence shows up (Takes place after the casino) in his office for a meeting and the reader and him reunite because they used to be lovers and partners in vault hunting.

Bully

Jimmy Hopkins x reader: “Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat.” I have literally nothing for this, I’m sorry but I will figure something out.

Jimmy Hopkins x reader: Jimmy notices how the teachers keep pairing him up with the reader but he isn’t against the idea of spending more time with them at all

Jimmy Hopkins x Shy!reader: the reader is shy and kind but people think they’re innocent but they’ve seen more trauma and terror in the world than they should at their age and Jimmy finally finds out and comfort them to his best ability

Jimmy Hopkins x reader: The reader is getting harrassed by some students and Jimmy defends them

Pete Kowalski x Female!reader: Pete gets into a fight with some kids from the school and the reader, who is the exact opposite of Pete, defends him and asks him out

Jimmy Hopkins x Male!reader: Jimmy helps pick up some books after some jerks knock them out of the reader’s hands

Gary Smith x reader x Jimmy hopkins x Pete Kowalski: The reader takes care of the main 3′s wounds after they come back from a particular bad fight

Detroit: Become human (Video Game)

Ralph x Female!reader: Ralph is upset and the reader calms hi down

Ralph x Female!reader: Ralph learned something new whilst the reader was away and wants to show her (Smut)

RK900 x Female!reader: After a tough case, Nines helps the reader wash their hair and the stress of the day away

The Incredibles (Movie)

Teen!Dash Parr x Artist!reader:The reader sketches graffiti and Dash passes by them one day and confesses

Life is strange 1, 2 (Video game)

Finn McNamara x Female!Diaz!reader: Finn likes the reader quite a bit but his timing isn’t the best with her and the Diaz’s being on the run.

Sean Diaz x Female!reader: Sean and Daniel discover someone with powers similar to Daniel’s and ask her to join them on their adventure.

Miraculous ladybug (Series)

Adrien Agreste x Foreign!reader: The reader’s heat goes out in their apartment and Adrien offeres his place until their heat comes back on since it’s the middle of winter

Onward (Movie)

Ian Lightfoot x reader: “I care about you.” (Again, I have no outline yet, but i’m working on it.)

Red vs Blue (Series)

Church x reader x Tucker: Tucker and Church fight for the reader’s attention like children

Rise of the Guardians (Movie)

Jack Frost x Female!Spring Spirit!reader: Jack and the reader are close and kissing quickly leads to smut

Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles (Series)

Donatello Hamato x Insomniac!reader: After Donnie figures out that the reader is sleep deprived, he pulls them to the side to comfort them over their stress of not sleeping

Donatello Hamato x reader: Donnie is just wondering in a library when he sees a cute person stressing over a class they haven’t been paying attention to all year and decides to help them

She-Ra (Series)

Hordak x Female!Shy!reader:The reader just wants to give the world some light because she’s seen darkness but people think it’s because she’s innocent

Ps4 Spider-man (Video game)

Ps4 Spider-man x reader: This is one of my own fics, but basically Spidey saves the reader from some thugs and walks them home like the gentleman he is.

Steven Universe (Series and movie)

Sour Cream x Female!reader: Sour Cream comforts the reader as she’s just been dumped by Kevin

Steven Universe x Boyfriend!reader: Steven is worried that his boyfriend may be hurt when he goes off to college or even out of town, so he trains him in self defense.

Steven Universe x Male!Psychotherapist!reader: The reader is Steven’s Psychotherapist and helps him whilst also falling in love with him, but it’s not one-sided

Steven Universe x Female!Impulsive!reader: Idiot x That’s my idiot trope, Steven saves the reader’s ass from getting hurt in a fight

Steven universe x reader:Once a week Steven visits the pet center that opened up in town and relaxes with the reader

Steven Universe x Tough!reader: Steven gives the reader weekly healing sessions after finding them with multiple wounds every week

Stoked (Series)

Ripper x reader: Ripper and the reader cuddle on the couch outside their rooms on the porch

Telltale’s the Walking dead game (Video game)

Mitch x reader: Mitch and the reader are fighting until it eventually leads to kissing

Voltron (Series)

Keith Kogane x Female!reader: Keith is immediatly attracted to her when she punches Lance because his flirting it getting too in her face.

Lance McClain x Female!reader: After being yelled at by Keith, Lance comforts his friend of many years

#request #requests #asks #please feel free to request

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cinnamoonsworld · 4 years

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Two Worlds Collide - Chapter 2 [Aizawa x fem!reader]

Hello everyone! I thank everyone who read the first chapter and enjoyed it! In two weeks I will go on vacation, and for a month I will not publish anything except an oneshot on Fatgum! Enjoy the chapter, see you next week with the third! I thank my boyfriend for the translation <3 Previous chapter: ch 1 You can also find me on Ao3! Warnings: none Word count: 1.433 ——————————————————————————

Chapter 2 The fresh air of September made the first day of school after summer break more enjoyable. Especially for the 1A of the UA. This comeback was really waited.

During the summer they moved to the school dorms, and they were enthusiastic to live all together. Coming back after everything happened during those week for them meant to come back to normal.Aizawa, like his coworkers, would have informed that they were going to be paired with an assistant during their studies. They all rushed in with tons of questions, as to be expected, but they were immediately shut down by the activiation of their teacher's quirk. They were obviously happy for this news. Aizawa instead, was only hoping that this person would not have get in his way and he could have slept peacefully. He was not asking for anything else.

The hallways of the schools flood themselves immediately with the enthusastic chatting of the students, and the question everybody was asking was one and only: "Who is going to be our teacher's assistant?" When the 1A was all present in the classroom, they start making theories. "You think it will be a Women or a Man?" asked Uraraka while adjusting her bag near the desk. "I don't know" answered Midoriya while checking his Heroes notebook. "Surely it will be on my notebooks!". "It must be on your books already, Midoriya!" bolted in Iida waving his hand. "If it would not be a Pro Hero, I think the school would have not even considered that person!" "Actually it was not a school choice." Blatantly said Todoroki. "My father told me they were chosen by the Commision of Heroes' Security, the U.A. could not doing anything but accept it blindly." "That's terrible!" shouted together Uraraka and Midoriya. "Who the hell cares!" screamed Bakugou with his hands in his pocket and the feet on his desk. "The important thing is that we don't get them in our way." While Iida is scolding the blonde guy for his way of sitting at the desk, Aizawa came into the room. Everyone took his seat in the classroom and gave the teacher the Good Morning.

"So, guys, let's get straight to the elephant in the room: As I already told you I will be paired with an assistant like the other teachers of the school. I have not meet him or her already, so please be gentle and don't scare him away." Bakugou grumbled hearing the last sentence.

Eraserhead did not even had the time to say something else that someone knocked at the door. Nezu came in smiling, followed by a young lady. "Good morning guys, good morning Eraserhead." gently sayd the Headmaster. "I present you your new assistant and class counselor, miss (Y/N) (Y/S/N)." Everyone was not able to not stare at that girl behind the Head. She had almost a scared look and a little blush on her face, easibly notable on her (Y/S/C) skin.

"No way! I can't believe it!" said in pure emotions Jirou, "You are Violet Fury! That's not possible!" “Jirou!" shouted the raven teacher to shut her down. "Sorry teacher." mourmored the student. "It's just that she is one of my favourite singer and i was not able to hold myself back." "A singer?" ask himself Aizawa raising an eyebrow. The students started to recognise her after Jirou's revelation, and everyone started to talk loudly. "Excuse me Mr. Nezu, can we talk for a moment?" asked Aizawa to the Headmaster while going out of the classroom.

"What is it supposed to mean she is a singer?!" Asked the Hero clearly irritated. "Miss (Y/S/N) is one of the singer with most spotlight on her right now in Japan and she will help you during your lessons." Calmly answered the animal while giving Aizawa a warm smile. "The commission think of us as a Talent Show?!" grunted Aizawa looking even more irritated than before. "This is only a mockery! This is a school, not a TV show." "Aizawa, I know you don't like this." whispered Nezu trying to calm him down. "The commission ensured me that all the assistant they sent are perfectly qualified. It would not have been a smart move for them to send us some good for nothings." "That's better be real for them." grunted the teacher between his teeth. "My class has already enough spotlight on it, it was necessary that girl to give more reasons to talk about them?" "I can still call the Commission and tell them for a change, we can say that miss (Y/S/N) is not the right person for this class and..." "No." stopped him aizawa sighing. "I first want to see how she works, then i'll tell you if she fits this role." "Ok!" happily shouted Nezu. "It may help you to know that she, as well as the other assistants, are not able to said anything about their job here at U.A. for security reasons, as a deal with the Commission. So i don't think she will give more lights on your kids." The two greeted each other, and Aizawa came back in the classroom.(Y/N) was standing near the teacher desk, observing all the students while their where compulsevely talking. A famous singer as a part of their class? It could have not been real. The attention and the silence was summoned immediatly after the Teacher activated his Quirk.

"All of you give a warm welcome to miss (Y/S/N)." said Aizawa while unpacking his sleeping bag.

"Hi everybody!" you said waving your hand while giving them a big bright smile. All the class was almost dazed by your smile, it looked like a light shining in the room. "You may know me as Violet Fury, but you can simply call me (Y/S/N)." continued the girl bowing in front of them. "I'll be Eraserhead's assistant and your school counselor." Midoriya timidly raised his hand. "Excuse me, miss (Y/L/N), what does it mean that you will be our school counselor?" asked the boy a bit shy about it. "What's your name?" you asked with a mom tone. "Izuku Midoriya!" immediatly shouted the boy paralized by shyness. "You see, Midoriya, a school counselor is a person ready to give you advices and give you a little push when you need it. He can show you the way when you need to take big choices, or simply be your shoulder when you need to release yourselves because of something that blur your minds. I want to be clear on this, i won't answer about questions regarding my carreer or my music."

An enthusastic whispering set itself in the room, and Aizawa silenced them all by clearing his throat. "Miss (Y/S/N), my name is IIda Tenya and i am one of the class Rep." firmly said the boy while standing up and bowing before her. "I speak for the the rest of 1A class by saying that we are glad to be under your protection and professor Aizawa's. We could have not be in better hands!" "Thank you, Iida" you answered while smiling. "May I ask you in which way you will help Professor Aizawa?" Asked you the Class rep. "That's a question I would have pick" simply said Aizawa. "But since we are here, can you explain that to all the class?" "For sure! With your teacher I will have the job to assist you during classrooms and training sessions, in case something weird happens. It is the main task for the Commission of Heroes' Security to make the next generation of Heroes feel safe, and for me is a great honor to be the one who will assist you during this journey." "Excuse me miss (Y/L/N), may I ask what is your Quirk?" timidly asked Yaoyorouzu. "Telekinesis." You immediately answered with a great smile. You never talked a lot about your Quirk, even during the interviews you have done in the past. Everyone was looking at you in pure awe, waiting to see you in action.

"Ok ok, Violet Fury." Pouted Aizawa while yawning. "You have all the time you need to know the students. If they give you some troubles, I am here." The raven closed himself in the sleeping bag, laying down behind the desk, falling asleep almost immediately. You looked at him in shock, but you understand quickly that was something in the ordinary for them considering no one bat an eye on it. You could not wait to know those young gifts.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa #ereserhead #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fanfiction #aizawa shouta x reader

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kirishwima · 4 years

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I don't know if your requests are open (If they are not, you can ignore and delete this ask), but could please write RFA + Saeran and V reacting to MC neglecting them for work? Like she's super busy inviting party guests and isn't giving them enough attention, so they are all pouty about it? Thank you!! I love your writing ♥️

heyo! this is rly cute and honestly...given MC’s responsibilities it’s absoloutely normal she’d neglect them a bit for the party heheh

since you specified pronouns I’ll be using she/her for MC!

Let’s assume this is the second party the RFA is hosting ever since MC joined-so it’d be the first time the RFA can see her work up close, and since it’ll be a bigger event than the first party, the pressure is even higher!

YOOSUNG:

* He thinks MC is so cool and professional! Seiing her ducked over her laptop conducting e-mails and correspondance, frequently talking with caters and other necessary personel for the party to accommodate guests-he’s so happy his girlfriend is so efficient and smart!

* He does his best to help MC-bringing her snacks whilst she works, tries to be quieter as she works-no more yelling into his microphone whilst playing LOLOL lol, he’s just a supportive boyfriend all in all

* But as the day of the party approaches, MC is distant, the stress overtaking her as she focuses on her tasks.

* Yoosung tries to be understanding but-but then at night he waited for hours for MC to come to bed so he can cuddle her and sleep but she stayed up so late! And this is coming from Yoosung of all people!

* He couldn’t help it-the next morning he was Mr. Pouty McFrown.

* We’re talking full blown exaggerated frown, with puffed cheeks and all. It was impossible for MC not to notice, even as she’d ducked her head onto her phone since early morning, replying yet to another e-mail of a guest asking for impossible tasks and questions.

* “What-what’s wrong?” she asked with a giggle as Yoosung leaned down in front of her, squishing his cheeks between his palms. She ruffled his hair, which only made him groan in disappointment.

* MC had to prod him a lot to answer, eventually switching from her teasing “Whaaat? Yoosungie, tell me what’s wrong~” to poking at his sides, earning little huffs of laughter as he tried to keep himself from laughing at the tickling sensation.

* She took advantage of that, tickling his sides until he couldn’t hold his frown any longer, laughing to the point of tears-neither of them realised when they ended up on the kitchen floor, MC on top of Yoosung as he pushed her hands away from his sides.

* They took a moment, looking to each other with fond smiles before Yoosung sighed in defeat.

* “MC-you love me right?” he asked, his cheeks red.

* “Wha-of course I do! Why would you even ask me that?” MC felt almost offended at the question, prodding Yoosung with her gaze to talk.

* “Just-you’ve been so distant! I waited up for you to come to bed yesterday and you never did! I can’t-I don’t sleep that well if we don’t cuddle” he admitted with a pout.

* MC had no retort to that. She simply leaned down, kissing him as she promised to pay more attention to him.

* And she’s never missed another night time cuddle session ever, ever again.

ZEN:

* You’d think he’d be really understanding, that he’d be sure to give MC the space and time she needs to work.

* But oh, you’d be very, very wrong-for Zen, the kinght, is in fact the biggest attention ho in the whole entire world.

* He will count the SECONDS between each hug and kiss from MC. And if it exceeds what he deems okay, he WILL come and demand those kisses for himself, work be damned.

* Is MC sitting on the couch with her phone, answering e-mails? Zen will plop himself onto the couch, shuffle beneath her hands and prop his chin on her chest beneath her phone with a pout.

* “Baby~ Where’s my afternoon kisses? Are you more interested in your phone than in me?” he’d teasingly ask, and well, it’s impossible to not lean down and kiss his ridiculous pout in moments like this.

* Jokes aside he’d be as helpful as he could, reminding MC to take frequent breaks and go to bed on time. He’d never admit he can’t sleep without holding her close but well-that’d be the truth.

* The days leading up to the party, MC would take her laptop with her even to bed, working on last-minute details that took all of her concentration-even Zen posing beside her, waggling his eyebrows did nothing to break her concentration

* Kudos to you MC because none of us could never-

* He’d have to take drastic measures-tackling her to give her cheeks, her nose, all of her face really peppered with little kisses, blowing a rasberry on her neck for good measure until she’s laughing and paying attention to him at long last so he can sneakily take the laptop away from her to properly lean over her and kiss her.

* Zen WILL get his cuddles and kisses.

*Technology: 0, Zen: 1

JAEHEE:

* She’s a fellow workaholic so she completely understands MC’s need to focus-she’s the most supportive girlfriend, bringing MC coffee as she works, rubbing her shoulders if she’s been hunched over her computer for too long.

* Granted, once being an avid office worker herself, Jaehee knows when enough is enough, having MC take frequent breaks and eat proper meals. No neglecting self-care when Baehee’s around, nuh-uh!

* That being said, she’ll never really pout because MC isn’t giving her attention-even if she’s dying for a hug she’d never admit it, too embarassed to say so out loud.

* Until one night that is, 2 days before the party where MC is so focused on the flurry of last-minute e-mails the guests have sent, that she’s completely zoned in to her work, not noticing when the clock went well past-midnight.

* At first Jaehee quietly sat besides MC, working on some spreadsheets for the coffee shop, when she noticed the time-and how MC didn’t even look up even once, not even when Jaehee called out to her.

* “MC-” she started, “MC it’s late. Let’s go to bed.”

* MC simply shook her head, not even looking up. “You can go to bed first baby, I’ll join you later.”

* “MC-let’s both go to bed.”

* “Jaehee-”

* “I-” Jaehee started, looking away from MC who’d finally looked up from her work. “I can’t sleep-I can’t sleep without you. I suppose I’m too used to you beside me and...”

* She needn’t continue. MC was up in an instant, tugging Jaehee to their bedroom.

* This is as close to endearing as Jaehee will allow herself to be, and MC is NOT about to let this cuteness go to waste! Work can wait until the morning.

JUMIN:

* He too is a known work-a-holic, and is actually great help when it comes to the party-he knows how to help MC maneuver around fussy guests and little mishaps, helping her plan it all to perfect detail.

* He’s not too upset at first when MC neglects him, focused more on the party than on him-in fact he’s very happy she’s so diligent, proud to call her his wife.

* As time went on however, Jumin felt more and more antsy-not even petting Elizabeth the 3d was enough, he still felt this odd, MC-shaped emptiness.

* One evening he sat on the couch with MC beside him, her chin tucked onto her knees as she looked to her phone with an intense ferocity, typing away at yet another email.

* “Hm” Jumin hummed, “I find this rather odd.”

* “Hm? What’s odd?” MC asked, not looking up from her phone.

* Jumin sat there, looking to his glass of wine. “It’s been 13 hours and 45 minutes since the last time you’ve kissed me. This is odd-no, moreso, this is inexcusable. We must fix this immediatly.”

* MC grinned, putting down her phone as she shifted closer to Jumin.

* “And how do you propose we fix this?” she asked, her smirk a menace as she leaned closer to Jumin.

* “I can think of a few ways-shall I propose them to you?”

* MC was a breath away from his lips.

* “Please do.”

SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:

* Sure he’s a goof, but he loves how diligent MC is, and respects her hard work so much-he’d hate to be the one to break her focus!

* So instead he quietly works away as MC sits besides him, typing with a flurry on her laptop, enough so that Saeyoung can’t help but wince sometimes as she pushes the keyboard buttons so hard it feels like she has a personal vendetta against them.

* He honestly never noticed how the hours flew by-and feeling her warmth next to him even in silence helped him get more work done than he ever managed to complete in one sitting without the presence of madam Vanderwood behind him lol

* But when he noticed that MC hasn’t even shifted her eyes away from her laptop for even a moment he knew he had to make her take a break. He’d hate if she ended up like him-what if her eyesight worsened? Or her neck got stiff because she’s hunched over that laptop?

* “Baby~ my honey bunny~ luz de mi vida~ moje med~ habibi~” he’d called out to her in every language he knew (only not really-he still has a couple more he’s saving for special occasions lol), only to be met with a frown and a raised brow from MC as she shifter her attention to him.

* “I love you!” he beamed, and ok, it’s impossible to stay mad at that cute smile-so MC simply rolled her eyes with a small grin.

*“Mm, love you too-now let me get back to work Sae” she asked, but before she could shift her attention back to her computer, Saeyoung moved from his chair in a flush, dashing onto the couch she’d been sitting at, exchanging the laptop on her lap with-well, with himself.

* Sitting pretty on MC’s lap he wrapped his arms around her like a koala, nuzzling his face into her neck.

* “You’ve been neglecting your hero too much don’t you think? You’ve worked hard enough for today, now take your 707 to bed!”

* “Saeyoung-” MC started with a sigh “You’re heavy. I can’t lift you.”

* That made Saeyoung’s eye twinkle with mischief, a look MC was far too used to; before she could even utter ‘oh no’, Saeyoung got up, and with one smooth move, he had MC in his arms, holding her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

* “You can’t lift me, but I can lift you! And trust me I’ll be using that to it’s full~ advantage!” he grinned as he walked to the stairs with MC in tow. “Now off to bed we go!”

* Through his antics MC learnt to read between the lines; ‘im worried’, ‘you need rest’. How could she resist him when he’d been looking out for her in his own special way?

* So she let him take care of her, let him hold her by the waist as he slept with his face smooshed onto her back-and well, the guests could wait a few hours more before she answered to their pleas, now couldn’t they?

V/JIHYUN:

* Yes, it’s V, yes he’s super sweet, yes he’d be supportive of MC and her work-but let’s not forget that V is the leader of the RFA. He recognises how important MC’s role is, because he’s the one that gave her that role in the first place.

* He holds responsibility over her actions, so he’s the last person who’d try and distract her from her work. No, instead he’s twice as helpful, checking through every necessary thing with her, helping her answer demands from fussy guests, sharing some of the burden of calling and planning flower arrangements, catering and so forth. He’s the leader, and he’ll act like it, especially now that he can focus his undivided attention to the RFA.

* Sure, he misses lounging around with MC, being able to simply hold her close whilst watching old black and white movies, but that could wait.

* They’d transformed the living room into a make-shift office, papers scattered around the glass coffee table, MC sitting in front of the couch on the wooden floor with her laptop on the table-’it helps me stay focused’ she explained, and Jihyun didn’t argue it, merely brought some chair cushions to place on the floor so she could sit more comfortably.

* They’re the kind of silly couple that’d overwork themselves until they hear their stomachs growl, a reminder that they hadn’t eaten since morning and it’s now dark outside.

* With an awkward look to each other they’d laugh and take a break to cook something, still discussing the party even as they ate.

* Still, Jihyun would do his best to take care of MC’s health through it all, reminding her to drink water and eat well, even as he forgot to do so himself-but luckily MC did the same for him, and slowly they managed to fall into an easy rhythm of working and taking care of one another.

* At night as they lay in bed, MC is still typing away at her phone in the dark, checking her calendar and writing down any remidners needed for tomorrow’s work.

* In that moment, that’s when loneliness struck Jihyun. Laying besides her on his back, tilting his head to see her sitting cross legged on the bed, he pouted, stretching out his arm to poke MC on the thigh.

* She simply responded with a grunt, her hair covering her face as she leaned over her phone. His frown deepening, Jihyun poked her again, and again until she turned to him with a questioning look.

* Jihyun didn’t say anything-merely extended his arms towards her making grabby fingers and exaggerating his pout until MC yielded with a laugh, putting her phone on the night stand to turn and huddle close onto Jihyun’s chest, hearing his relaxed sigh as she fit into his embrace.

* “Mm, that’s better” he whispered, trailing his fingers over her back, “I’d never want to distract you from your work-I’m thankful you’re putting in so much effort for the RFA but...I missed you” he admitted, earnign courage from the darkness of the room, the quietness saved from the hustle of the city outside.

* “I’ve been next to you the whole day baby” MC laughed, but Jihyun shook his head.

* He tugged her up to his face, kissed the tip of her nose, her lips. “Like this” he whispered, “I missed you like this.”

* He’s not a very vocal man when it comes to his emotions-so for him to reach the point of saying such a thing...well, MC has to make it up to him sOMEHOW. *wink wonk*

* And she did. *wink wonk intensifies*

SAERAN/RAY/UNKNOWN:

* It’s his first party as an official member of the RFA too, and he’s...honestly he just might be more stressed than MC lol.

* He’ll try his best not to show it, instead constantly asking MC if she needs any help, to the point that she had to shush him once as she made yet another typo in an email because of the distraction.

* So Saeran simply let her work on the couch as he sat beside her, fiddling with his own phone. He even opened up the RFA messenger a couple times, asking if anyone else needed any help-he knew that something deep in him was just trying to make up for all the things he’s done to hurt the RFA, a guilt that manifested itslef into over-willingness to help, but he couldn’t help it, needing to do something to prove himself.

* He rationally knew there’s no need to feel this guilt-after all in the end he’s the one that managed to help the RFA, finding his brother and saving the guests from Mint Eye’s plan in the party last year, but well, this and that are two different things.

* Either way, he felt furstrated, and looking at MC’s concentrated face didn’t help.

* So instead he decided to help in his own little ways; hiding away in the kitchen for a couple hours only to return with a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies and warm tea, a fresh cut rose from the garden in one hand to leave like a little offering in front of MC; but she didn’t so much as look up from her laptop, too focused on her work.

* Saeran frowned, but didn’t try to distract her-instead he quietly put the cookies, tea and rose on the table, moving away before MC could so much as turn to look at him-though he doubted she would, too zoned in to even hear the clatter happening besides her.

* She only noticed a couple hours later, after the tea went cold, as she realised dusk had set, pink hues overtaking the sky-had she been working for so long? And Saeran, where is he-oh.

* On the arm chair next to the couch lay Saeran, his head tucked on his chin, resting on one side of the armchair with his eyes shut-only then did she turn and notice the cookies, the tea-the rose carefully placed behind her laptop...did he do all this for her?

* Gingerly MC got up, tiptoed around Saeran to pull out a blanket to cover him-the action must’ve roused him though, as his eyes fluttered open, catching MC as she unfolded the blanket.

* She smiled apologetically at him. “Sorry-I didn’t mean to wake you.”

* “And I didn’t mean to fall asleep” he said with a shake of his head, slowly moving to stretch as he extended his arms.

* He noticed the pink sky, nodding to the balcony door. “Wanna take in some fresh air?”

* MC nodded, quietly following Saeran out to the balcony, grabbing a cookie from the plate first.

* She stood beside him as he leaned onto the railings, taking in the beauty of their little home-grown garden below, the chirping of birds in trees as they settled for the night to come.

* MC cut the cookie in half, offering one part to him as she took a bite out of the other half.

* “I-I’m sorry, I never even noticed you made these. They’re delicious Saeran, thank you” she smiled.

* Saeran returned her smile with his own, brighter than the setting sun behind him. He clasped his hands around MC’s extended one, pushing it back to her chest. “I made them for you-I know you missed lunch so at least eating a snack could help you keep your energy levels up-um, I didn’t want to distract you but I wanted to help so...”

* MC shook her head, leaning up to place a kiss to the corner of Saeran’s lips, relishing in the pink blush on his cheeks, his nose.

* “You’re helping just by being besides me, thank you. I promise you this will be the best RFA party yet-I want you to enjoy it.”

* Seran’s smile grew wide. He looked to the woman he loved, the half cookie held near her chest, his heart fluttering.

* “I will. So long as you’re there with me, I will.”

* Anyway the moral of this story is IF YOUR BOYFRIEND MAKES YOU COOKIES DON’T IGNORE HIM. GIVE HIM A SMOOCH!!!! A SMOOCH MC!!!!!

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