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Pictures of my best friend made by me.
March 17 2022.
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The morning after
Pairing: Eddie Munson x bestfriend!reader
Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of alcohol and weed, slight angst,
part one part two this is part three part four part five
eddie breathed deep, attempting to mask his frustration. you were cross-faded, you didnt know what you were saying.
"nothings happening chrissy, its alright."
he grabbed the sides of your arms, and hushed.
"we will talk about this later. im driving you home, okay?"
you whined as he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the trailer. he put you in the shotgun seat and started up his van. you pouted,
"dunno why youre takin me home. I'm completely fine, i just said what ev'ryones thinkin'."
he didnt reply, but you could see him biting the inside of his lip. when he got to your driveway, he made a note to watch you until you got to your door, then drove away.
"fuck him anyway," you mumbled, stumbling up to your bedroom. you kicked off your shoes, and huffed as you sat down at your vanity. You looked at yourself in the mirror.. suddenly ashamed. Your eyes were bloodshot, and your skin was paler than normal. You looked horrible, all of your drunken arrogance suddenly washing away.
your eyes roamed to the corner of your mirror, landing on a picture of you and eddie as babies, another picture of him and you at a playground right under it.
you chuckled, remembering each moment captured, then you saw a picture of you and eddie at junior prom. You told him you didnt have anyone to go with, and he opted to go with you. You knew he didnt view it as romantic, but it was incredibly sweet, like he always was. You also got him to wear a suit, which was a feat on its own. on the day of, him and your mom waited outside your room for you to reveal your dress. when eddie had layed his eyes on you, you swore you could see his breathing stop for a moment.
Oh god.
you just ruined your friendship, hadnt you?
you had drunkenly told him you loved him, and basically to go fuck off and get with your other best-friend, without you in the picture. He was probably back at his trailer again with chrissy, and had most likely already forgotten about you. he was becoming more and more distant with you ever since getting closer with chrissy, and this was probably his last straw.
you thought about every important memory with him, wondering how many more you could have made if you hadnt blown up at him. tears well up in your eyes, and you couldnt hold it together anymore. maybe it was because you were an emotional drunk, but you felt like everything was your crashing down on you. you had been so mad at both of them when in reality, it was your fault since the beginning. Maybe eddie knew you liked him, and he became increasingly uncomfortable with you. It was your fault you couldnt get over your stupid crush.
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the next morning, you woke up to your mother calling you and a blaringly shrill alarm. you half heartedly swat at it, aiming at it until you eventually turned it off.
you groaned, head pulsing and aching. a few minutes passed, and when you hadnt responded to your mother she walked up to your room to go check on you.
"are you alright sweetie?" she said, a concerned look on her face.
"ugh… m'sorry mom i just.. My head is absolutely killing me." you say, rubbing your temples and wincing.
she sits on your bed and puts her hand on your knee, "m'sorry y/n. d'ya think you might just need a break? Youve been going through so much with Ed's and your friend chris. i can see why it might be too much for you."
you stutter, "y-yeah…. its just because im stressed. because of the situation. tension headache, y'kno?" you laugh nervously, "do you think i could stay home from school today?"
you pause, and put up some sickly puppy-dog eyes, pushing out a quivering lip.
"well… just for today," she smiles at you, patting your knee and standing up, "but dont think you can get into a habit of it young lady."
you smile, attemping to look as sick as possible to really sell your need to be bedridden. your eyes were half lidded, and you croaked out a measly, 'Thanks mom,' as she slowly shut the door behind you.
after taking a wicked hour power nap, your mom gently shooke you awake, bringing you some lunch.
"hey hon, brought you a sandwhich. y'feel up to sitting at the table with me?"
you nod, eyes following the food she brought you as she led you to the kitchen table. after you sat down, you practically inhaled it. Your mom chuckled, bringing her sandwich to the table as-well.
"so, i noticed eddie hadnt come to pick you up today, are you two alright? Y'know, i get you said he was being distant but i know he still cared. if you two faught i really hope you can make it up with eachother. Especially if its over some stupid girl."
you bit the inside of your cheek and held back. you could feel tears attempting to swell in your eyes and you didnt want to make it a big deal to your mom, especially since youd have to tell her what happened last night.
"hey, chris isnt stupid ma," you chuckle, muffling your wavering voice by taking a bite of your sandwich.
what if he didnt care about you anymore? He didnt pick you up today, and he always has, ever since he got his van-
just as you were about to spiral deeper into your thoughts, the phone rang.
"ill get it mom," you said, walking towards your wall phone and pressing it to your ear.
"yeah?"
"Y/N! youre alive!"
it was dustin. you grinned.
"we've all been so worried about you, Lucas was going to bike to your house to check up on you, Mike told him that was a stupid idea because he was still at school, and Eddie hasnt said anything, like. all day."
you stop, furrowing your brows.
"nothing? is he angry?"
"i dont think so. he just looks.. super deep in thought, but he said he was gonna skip the rest of his classes so he's probably already home right now. and its just weird for him to not talk, hes like the most talkative person i know. y'know?"
"yeah dustin.. i know. hey, tell ya what. I will try to be at school tomorrow alright? gotta make sure you guys dont get in to trouble. And tell Lucas that im not dead." you chuckle, relieved that eddie didnt seem mad at you.
dustin promised hed absolutely tell lucas that you died, and hung up. You sat back down at the table, giggling to yourself.
"whats got you all smiley suddenly?" you mom asked, smiling back at you.
"ah, just somethin dusty said ma'. Hey, do you think i might be able to take a walk?"
"oh course hun, to go where?," she inquired, getting up to go wash her plate.
"oh nothing. just.. takin' a walk.." you say, putting on a cardigan and slipping on your shoes. You made your way out of your house and down your porch steps, and began to walk towards eddies trailer.
As you made your way towards the trailer part, your smile faded and your stumach turned. Did he even want to talk to you? Would he even be home? Dustin mentioned he was skipping classes, but he honestly could have just been making some more deals.
You made it to his trailer, bringing your closed fist to the door. You inhaled, and knocked.
the door opened.
"Y/N?"
A/N: sorry if this ones kinda just filler ! cant have drama in every chapter skjfh, ntm i have my own thingies goin on in life rn so i cant rlly write too well rn sdjkfh, but i do hope you enjoy either way <3
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there is definitely a deeper psychological reason as to why my favourite trope is queer best friends to lovers but were not going to talk about it
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babe tha webweave reminded me of so many of my bestfriends lmao i am not okay
i can't process it really i feel so numb but babe those were some intense friendships wow😭😭
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throwback thursday ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader
part two here
summary: lfc photographer loves to post tbts about one man in particular
warnings & notes : no warnings!! all images belong to their rightful owners and i hope you enjoy my first post ^__^
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“Do you want to touch me?”
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Hughes Sister
Smut: 14. “Do You Want to Touch Me?” w/ Dylan Duke
My Brother's Friend's Benefits
It was one of those summer weekends where my brothers had almost everyone they have every played hockey with over at our place for the weekend. We were all out on the boat drinking all day until the sun went down and then the party continued once we got back to the lake house as well. My brothers were protective over me but not really around their friends since they think their friends are just as protective as most are or that none of their friends would even dare to try.
We were all swimming in the pool at this point, drinking and just horsing around. Being the only Hughes girl, scratch that, the only girl that ever really hangs around these guys as much as I do; I am always the one being launched in the air or pranked the most. But the drunker I was getting the less I cared.
Josh and Quinn both leaned down into the pool so I could place both of my feet in their hands. Usually it’s only one person that will throw me in the air unless we are outside the pool and I am being throw in from my hands and feet; but one on these two drunken idiots wanted to see how high I can go if they both threw me up. Being just as drunk or maybe even worse I agreed, as if I really had a choice.
“Okay so on 3 we throw her” Quinn says
“Like 1,2,3 go?” Josh questions
“No, Like 1,2,3” Quinn repeats himself
“You guys are going to kill her” Tyler, Dylan’s little brother yells out and everyone laughs.
“Okay! Just hurry up!” I yell at the two
“Okay. 1… 2… 3!” Quinn yells out throwing me about 10 feet into the air before I crash into the water. I come back up gasping for air as I break through the surface.
“Okay, now it’s my turn. Duker and I can definitely throw her higher than than” Luke says as he and Dylan begin to get into place. I slowly make my way over and place my feet in both of their hands, Dylan gives me an awkward smile as I do so. He has been looking me up and down all day and trying to play it off but I definitely have noticed.
“Okay, 1!” Luke yells out bouncing and Dylan follows
“2!” Luke yells again which a bounce
“3!” Luke yells tossing me before he finished yelled so I was basically tossed into Dylan. Dylan quickly moves his hands so it is know on my waist. I rest my hands on his shoulder to push my chest away from his face and he sets me down.
“Fuck, sorry” I say as I turn to Luke shoving him, “What the fuck Luke?! You could have hurt me!!”
“Sorry Y/n” Luke says
“K, no more” Blanks yells from the other side of the pool, slightly laughing.
I hang out with the boys a little longer before deciding to head inside to get ready for bed. Since the boys were all outside and they wouldn’t be coming in for a bit I didn’t even think to fully shut the door because I also thought I’d be pretty quick getting ready too.
I pull the strings from my bathing suit to reveal my exposed chest in the mirror infront on me before bending down to remove the bottoms as well.
When I look back up I can see a stunned Dylan Duke standing in the upstairs bathroom doorway across from my room staring through the small cracked door in the reflection of the mirror in front of me.
“I-um- I..” Dylan stutters trying to find something to say to help him out. Dylan is clearly as drunk as I am and it shows as he continues to look me up and down my body.
“You like what you see?” I say turning around to face him, “Because you have been eye-fucking me all day, and now look where we are” I say opening the door inviting him in.
“Y-yeah, I-Um- I mean-” He stutters while staring at my exposed chest.
“It’s okay, It’s not like I’m going to tell my brothers” I reassure him, pushing him down on my bed then locking my door.
“But I-um- I’m Luke’s bestfrie-”
“Do you want to touch me?” I cut him off. I begin to pull one leg over his lap before sitting cradling him. Dylan looks down at my exposed body and a bulge begins to appear.
“Um-I-” hw continues to stutter
“Okay then” I say beginning to get off his lap until he pushes me back down on his lap.
“Y-Yeah.. I mean yes” he says pulling me in so our lips can meet. I deepen the kiss so we are fully making out. I break the kiss to stand while I slightly tug on the bottom of his shorts
“Take these off” I smirk and he stands pushing them off in seconds before I attach my lips back to his. His hands explore my body as our makeout session gets sloppier and sloppier. I then go down on my knees and take his hard cock in my hands before licking from the bottom of his cock of to his tip. I then wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock and began sucking back and forth on his tip earning a couple of quiet moans from Dylan. I begin going deeper and deeper before releasing him from my mouth and standing back up to face him pressing my lips against his neck.
“Ah- no- can’t do that” Dylan says pulling away and then sinking to his knees looking up to face my pussy. He then enters two fingers inside of me while he attaches his mouth to my clit sucking it while he curls his fingers inside of me. He continues working his fingers inside of me until he releases them to switch with his mouth. The then rubs my clit with his fingers and flicks his tongue inside of me while one of my hands cover my mouth and the other’s nails dig into his shoulder.
He then stands and presses his mouth to mine again and I pull away, “Do you have a condom?” I ask him and he shakes his head no. “Okay, one second” I say grabbing a robe and running down the hall to Jack’s room to steal a condom. I come back into my room and lock the door tossing it over then throwing my housecoat across the room. Dylan slides the condom on as I place my lips on his.
“Floor.” he says into the kiss and we both go down to the floor. Dylan keeping his hand on my lower back while keeping his lips on mine the whole time. Once laying on the floor with Dylan leaning on top of me, he positions himself at my entrance before slowly sliding himself in. He wastes no time thrusting himself in and out of me slowly, earning a quiet whimper to escape my mouth. He begins to speed up a little and push one of his hands against my mouth as he muffled a loud moan before it could come out. Dylan continued thrusting in and out and I moaned out quietly each thrust into his ear.
“I-I’m c-close” he says while thrusting
“O-okay” I say as I watch him look down at my chest to watch them bounce as his thrust in and out of me. The sight must have been enough for Dyler because he then finished and released himself from inside of me. He took the condom off and threw it into the garbage before quickly getting changed and going back downstairs. Before he shut the door I caught his attention.
“Duker, not a word!”
The next morning, I head downstairs to get some breakfast when I see all the boys are all up and eating. I take the only seat available across from Dylan and we both refuse to look straight.
“You look like shit” Jack laughs looking at me
“Rough night?” Josh laughs
“Could have been worse” I reply and Dylan chokes on his orange juice coughing a little after earning a stern look from me before speaking up.
“Wrong tube” he says, still coughing a little.
We finished breakfast then hung out outside. I saw Dylan go inside so I followed discreetly. I followed him to the kitchen where Dylan was getting a beer.
“Duker?” I say and he turns to face me
“Oh- ah-Hey, Y/n” he says
“I don’t want there to be awkwardness between us” I start
“No me either!” He says, “Yunno just two friends um-”
“Having sex” I finish what he couldn’t
“Drunk”
“Exactly”
“So…” Dylan says walking closer to me.
“So…” I say back wrapping my hands around his neck, “5 minutes long enough?”
“I’ll make it work” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards my room.
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kiribaku as your bestfrieds!
INLUDES: KATSUKI BAKUGO, EJIRO KIRISHIMA
WARNINGS: implied fem reader, FLUFF, intimidating kiribaku yas, vulgar language, COMPLETELY PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP
A/N: sorry guys if this seems rushed, I currently have two projects due and I’m trying to get this out of the way so that I’m able to post lol.
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Kirishima and Bakugo as your best friends is truly something…
As the only girl in the group of friends besides Mina. It wasn’t easy getting into the friend group off the rip, it was almost like a secret association.
You had to know someone, to know someone, to see someone, then talk to said someone, then finally befriend that person to get in said friend group.
It wasn’t a simple: 'hey! Can I join your crew?'
You were introduced to Kirishima by a friend in hero engineering. They told you that he was cool to be around if you just wanted to talk, so that’s what you did.
You didn’t know later on that it would lead you to have four more friends down the line. One of those friends being Bakugo Katsuki.
He didn’t like you at first.
You'd come around with Kirishima and he just scowls at you, he wouldn’t even ask for your name and just call you an “extra.” And as completely narcissistic as that sounds—you still came around him.
Because I’m reality, you could give two shits whether he liked you or not. You had four other cool ass friends to be around anyways. And that irked him.
“So you aren’t gonna talk to me?” Bakugo spits.
It was passing time and you just so happened to run into the infamous 1-A crew in the hallway. It would be rare for you to see them on occasions like this, since you were in hero-analytics.
You bubbled up seeing all your friends, diving to Mina and Sero for a high five, waving at Denki and doing a secret-not-so-secret handshake with Kirishima.
And there was Bakugo too.
Turning towards him, you smirk. “And you’re name is?…” you ask, your tone overflowing with sarcasm as your words trail off. This makes Bakugo scoff, a stinky scowl etched over his lips.
“You know who I am, dip-shit.”
Bakugo walks up to you, pushing your shoulder a little bit, you flinch. “Watch who you’re pushing!” You yell, pushing him back.
“Well then watch who you’re talkin’ to!” He yells, pushing you back even harder. “I got one of the most powerful quirks in the whole school, watch your tongue—cause I can blow it off.” Bakugo says, a smug smirk present as he watches you shake in anger.
Walking away, he bumps your shoulder and heads to class. You see your friends walk away with him, as they scold him. Frowning you look up to see Kirishima with a guilt grin, “hey, I’m so sorry! Bakugo gets a bit pissed off when he hasn’t eaten lunch yet ha ha.”
Kirishima apologizes, a bright grin on his face as he reaches out to help you up. Smiling you grab his hand and push yourself off the ground.
Patting yourself down you look up at Kirishima and shake your head, “you shouldn’t excuse his behavior, he’s an asshole!” You spat.
“I know, I know, it’s just—listen, I think he likes you! He just doesn't have a lot of experience when it comes to the whole adding another person to the friend group thing! Just let him warm up to you, it’s only been a week!” He reassures.
You roll your eyes at his words. One part of you hangs on to the false hope that maybe he’s right.
“Yeah, whatever, see you around.”
The two of you would argue throughout the rest of the week. It didn’t matter where, it didn’t matter when, and it didn’t matter what it was for—the both of your were gonna argue like you life depended on it.
It could be over the smallest minute thing, like one time the both of you argued over how you don’t like spicy food ( if you do just pretend you don’t lol ), you didn’t understand why you were arguing because why is Bakugo upset that you don’t like something he likes?
Why can’t we just agree to disagree?
It was like a switch in your head that told you that if you saw him it was time to become more aggressive than ever. You were completely out of your nature, and when people you knew walked by, they would be shocked because they'd never seen you like this.
One day, the sky was blue and the clouds were nowhere to be seen. The birds chirped and the sun glared down harshly with ease, it was a cool spring day that was too beautiful to waste.
You were taking a walk outside until you spotted Kirishima on the grass working out, talking for a while, you noticed that somehow everyone else appeared as well.
you thought you were enjoying the time you were having until Bakugo tells you how the way you ties your shoes is wrong.
“Does it really fucking matter? They’re tied aren't they?" You spat at him. "Why can't you be a normal human being, eh?" Who doesn’t wrap the string around the bow first? Who the hell makes two bows and then ties? You damn maniac!” He exclaims.
“Okay then, I’ll be that!—you fucking twat” you harshly mumbled the last few words under your breath with a scowl. Bakugo’s eyes widen for a moment, walking closer to you he dryly chuckles.
“Say that again princess, I didn’t hear you.”
Princess?
“Princess!” You yell in awe at his words, “who are you to call me Princess?” You say, poking at his chest.
“Guys! Can we stop torturing her now? It’s been weeks!” Denki yells tiredly. You and Bakugo turned at Denki's protest; it was clear that you were confused.
Your eyes snap over to Mina and Sero, as you see them burst out laughing, and Kirishima follows along with a small chuckle.
“What the hell are you guys talking about?” You growl. Your eyes look over to Bakugo and see his smug grin still hasn’t wiped off.
As if on cue, Bakugo’s hand harshly pats your shoulder. “Well L/n, you passed the test—you’re in.” Bakugo chuckled again before walking off. Astonished at his words, you didn't even realize he finally called you by your name.
“The test?” You mumbled in confusion.
Ah, the test.
On this glorious day, approximately two weeks ago. Bakugo Katsuki, Minda Ashido, Denki Kaminari, Sero Hanta, and Ejiro Kirishima all sat down and made a plan.
A test if you will.
The test is simple, they push you to your limit. If you stay and endure, you earn a spot in their group. If you leave, you’re not in the group and will stay acquainted with one another.
As harsh as that may sound, it was only the truth. They have all passed the test. it was without them knowing…but that doesn’t matter.
All that matters is that you’re in.
When you were finally “in,” you swore when you walked into school the next day everyone was a whole new person. Sero, Mina, and Denki didn’t talk to you that much—but when you saw them today, they basically jumped at you.
“L/n! What’s up newbie?”
“Sup L/n?”
“Ah! I’m so happy to see you, I have so much to tell you about!”
They were so boisterous when talking to you, it completely caught you off guard.
When you’d walk to class, you’d notice how you bump into everyone more often. Either sharing quick glances or stopping to have a chat.
When it was lunchtime, you walked out of class and saw Kirishima waiting for you at the door. When they dragged you to the lunchroom, you noticed that they made a spot for you at the table for lunch.
It also didn’t dawn on you then that you were sitting with some of the most popular if not the most popular kids in the school.
You were just some random girl from hero analytics, and you’re sitting with future pro-hero’s? Unbelievable.
Now, when you were a first year, you became friends with everyone. But it wasn’t until your junior year that you all became best friends.
Especially with Kirishima and Bakugo.
It was almost like two sub-groups within the six of you guys. Depending on the day, it would change. If there were a main three, it was usually you, Kirishima, and Bakugo.
This happened by pure chance, third year hero analytics classes were able to watch and study students in the hero course. Luckily, you scored high enough to be placed in class 1-A, as you were assigned to random students.
Those two students turned out to be your friends, so on and so forth.
When you spend time watching them, you guys would talk non-stop. Whether it be normal things or serious things, the three of you have a lot in common.
Growing that bond you have, you guys ultimately became best friends.
Sometimes it feels surreal to be able to be friends with them.
During break time, you’d walk over to class 1-A just to pop in and chat with everyone. You could see Bakugo's eyes lighten up, a grin forming on his lips as he sees you smile everyone’s way.
Everyone in the class knew who you were, even though you'd never talked to any of them like that.
“It’s because Kirishima talks about you non-stop” Denki told you one day. You chose not to read into that too much.
You noticed that you were closer with Kirishima and Bakugo one day when you saw that Kirishima made a whole other group chat with only you and Bakugo in it.
You guys would talk to each other for hours and hours on end, staying up late and night until early in the day. Laughing to yourselves about the inside jokes you all have.
Sometimes Bakugo would ask you and Kirishima to come to his dorm to hang out. You’d lay on his bed and do your homework. He and Kirishima would play video games together. Or sometimes Bakugo would play on his guitar while you and Kirishima just talked.
You notice when you come over that he doesn't talk that much. He told you he just liked having company over, which was adorable (you had to beat that information out of him).
Sometimes the three of you would go out to the arcade or out to eat. It didn’t matter what you guys did as long as you guys had each other.
That vow comes in handy at times.
Like that one day you were sitting at lunch with your friends and Mineta decided to ruin your day.
“I’ve never seen a girl like you before!” He creepily gawked at you. His short stature makes him too close to you for your liking.
“Um…I’m not in your course, actually,” you awkwardly chuckle “I’m in hero analytics.”
“Really? Didn’t know chicks were so damn hot in that course, thought they’d all be ugly.”
"Laughing," you hurriedly glanced around, and eventually saw Kirishima and Bakugo with lunch trays in hand with the scariest faces you've ever seen before.
Their hero faces, you’d call them.
Their eyes were dark, and their fists were clenched tightly around their trays. Walking over calmly they set their trays down and towered over the poor pervert.
“Hey dude, whatcha talkin' to L/n about?” Kirishima smiles at Mineta, hand slapping harshly on his shoulder. Looking down you see spikes ripple off his skin.
Looking over at Bakugo, who didn’t even try to hide his shit-eating grin. Hands out and fingers separated as short sparks of fire pop out.
You can say that Mineta never looked at you again after that.
Jumping up from your seat you give them a big hug and a loud “thank you,” you feel them take in your embrace.
“Anything for you L/n!”
“ s’no big deal.”
But it was a big deal for you.
You were thankful for your friends, every last one of them. You were upset that the time you all had was limited and that it wouldn’t be like this forever.
You were proud to say that Bakugo and Kirishima were your best friends.
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★ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
- About me
- Rules
- Requests
★ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍs. • . • . ♡︎
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-ʙᴀᴛɪᴍ / ʙᴀᴛᴅʀ
★ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ. • . • . ♡︎
sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs:
•Eddie Munson
•Steve Harrington
•Billy Hargrove
•Nancy Wheeler
ᴊsʜᴋ/ᴛʙʜᴋ:
•Tsukasa Yugi COMING SOON
•Hanako-kun COMING SOON
Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ:
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Sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs:
•Halloween with Eddie
•Dad!Steve
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•Brat tamer Eddie
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•Night party with Nancy
Jsʜᴋ/Tʙʜᴋ:
•Valentine's day with Yandere!Tsukasa
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-Klown Bitch
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-First episode
-Sir Pentious was Alastor's enemy?
-Vox and Alastor
-Sera and her secret of redemption
-Hatred towards Valentino
ᴍᴇʟᴀɴɪᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴛɪɴᴇᴢ:
-Tunnel Vision music video
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Snowdrop (S.R.)(ModernAU)
Steve Rogers x Reader
Platonich-ish!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Masterlist
Series masterlist
Summary: When the past comes looking for you, how do you face it? (For a summary of the series visit the series Masterlist above)
3.2k words
Content Warning: ANGST, heartbreak, childhood bestfrieds to enemies. A side of Platonic-ish!BuckyxReader and ReaderxOC
A/N: Hey sorry for the late update, apparently my laptop has an imminent hard disk failure so basically it's dead. Anyways, here's the first chapter, hope you enjoy it.
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Snowdrop (Galanthus)
Meaning: Consolation
Hope
Origin: One of the first flowers to bloom in the depths of winter, the bright white snowdrop is a sign that spring—and a turn toward better, easier days—is coming. Victorians loved this unique flower but warned against bringing it into the home. If brought indoors, it was considered a bad omen, perhaps even a harbinger of death.
Nine
Once upon a time, there was a girl whose mother worked all day and most of the nights. She was a nurse who had to take on extra shifts as the man she fell in love with died tragically in a car accident. The little girl who once had a happy, full life was chased down by the shadow of grief, the loss of her dad marking her life forever.
The little girl who once had the biggest, warmest, most comforting smile now wore a constant frown on her forehead along with sad, tearful eyes that sometimes turn red and let those tears escape when she thought no one was watching.
And she was right—no one was looking at her except for the scrawny boy from his class, the one that always seemed to be next to a blue-eyed, dark-haired, rebellious kid. The scrawny boy knew the little girl from when her dad would stop by her mother's flower shop to buy his wife some red roses. Even as a little kid, the scrawny boy knew he had fallen for you as soon as your eyes connected. You threw him a shy smile before leaving with your dad, and his whole world had turned upside down.
After seeing her cry, when his mom picked him up after school, he asked her how he could make someone stop being sad. His mother knew right away who he was talking about, the scrawny little boy wasn’t as discreet as he had thought, and the news of your father's death had reached her.
"Healing a broken heart is difficult, Stevie. Sometimes there’s just not much we can do other than being there for them and loving them."
The next day, the little boy sat next to the little girl in class, bringing his annoying friend along. The frown on your face turned into a confused expression once he brought a chair to sit next to you. Neither of you said anything until he picked up his backpack, looking for something. Seconds later, a flower was deposited right in front of you. The scrawny blond kid looked at you expectantly, waiting to see your reaction to the strange flower. His friend also looked at you, curious eyes going between the flower, you, and his friend.
Hesitantly, your fingers lifted the flower up. It was white, that much you knew, but it wasn’t like any other flower you had seen in your short life. Small petals covered the whole flower, some of them bruised from being packed inside the little boy’s backpack. It was a simple single flower, its curvature making it look as if the petals were about to fall off at any second and giving it a rather sad looking appearance. But the more you looked at it, the more you found beauty in it. The white color running smoothly through the delicate edges, the strength the stem possessed even as it seemed at the verge of breaking. Everything about it seemed sad yet strong and beautiful.
You didn’t look at the scrawny boy for a while, instead remaining focused on the flower. The little boy was scared you wouldn’t like it, or perhaps that he had upset you. His mind was going as fast as it could thinking of ways of apologizing, or perhaps the best thing would be to just leave and never bother you again. He was in the process of getting up when he heard you speak.
"It’s beautiful." you said. His head snapped in your direction, and he saw it again.
The smile.
The same smile that he had seen you wear so many times. It wasn’t as bright as it had once been, nor was it as big, but it still made him smile. The frown was gone, and the sadness had faded slightly, leaving you with a faint warmth in your eyes as you looked at him.
"I’m Steve." He said, extending his right hand at you in a panic. He heard his friends laugh at his formality, mentally beating himself up for embarrassing himself. You shook his hand, though, finding his actions adorable. "That’s Bucky."
"Hi." His friend waved at you.
You gave them your name before the teacher got to the classroom. In a hurry, you hid the flower in your backpack, afraid the teacher would take it away. Steve looked at you one last time before turning his attention to their teacher.
You were still smiling.
Sometime later, you found out the symbolism of that flower, and your heart ached with love. You had pressed that flower between the pages of a book, seeing that your mother sometimes would do that with the flowers your father used to bring her. You had also framed that flower, which you kept on your nightstand.
But that flower now rested at the bottom of a box, where you stored every reminder of Steve’s presence in your life.
Twenty-eight
Flowers brought you comfort, they were the only constant in your life. After years of taking care of them, you had memorized everything about them, therefore being able to predict every possible outcome. You knew what would happen if you changed the temperature in the storage room by one degree, whether it was up or down, the flowers didn’t like it, and they were more likely than anything to die earlier. You knew what type of flower food package would keep them alive the longest, the off-brand one you had purchased once had them rot before their prime. You knew when to change their water, which ones to put on the back.
Flowers brought you comfort because, with time, they had become predictable. Unlike people.
People were selfish. People lied. People broke promises. People left without an actual explanation. People took your heart and tossed it away, as if it were nothing but trash to be disposed of.
People could betray you, but flowers would never.
So you stuck to what you knew. Taking over his mom's flower shop wasn’t difficult, after all, you had spent a big chunk of your childhood there, and most of your adolescence you had worked with his mother. The memories you had built there were precious, even if they were tainted by his presence.
You supposed the pain was worth the outcome, you loved the flower shop with all your soul.
A knock on the crystal doors brought your attention away from the pages of the old handmade book you were looking through. Brown eyes and a charming smile met yours, along with his wet hair from the slight drizzle that coated New York streets.
"Just a minute," you mouthed. You walked to your office with the book in hand and threw it on your desk. With quick, rushed movements, you grabbed your purse and your phone, the later placing it in your back pocket.
You were a second away from leaving the room, but the way the book had splayed open, some of the pages were wrinkling with its position. You shouldn’t care, it was just a stupid book someone you never wanted to see again had made. You shouldn’t care. You shouldn’t care.
You shouldn’t.
The book was in your hands, the first page had suffered the worst of the damage, with its edge almost tearing off. You tried to smooth it out more desperately than you would admit, a heaviness infiltrating your chest, but it was futile; the page was still ruined. Nothing but guilt filled you until you saw the golden handwritten inscription that once had made you tear up out of love.
So you will always have your flowers wherever you go, peach. Just remember, none of them will ever be as beautiful as you. Always yours, S.R.
Always, he had said
Always was never meant to last.
Being an only child taught you how to deal with your own solitude. Spending time alone had made you comfortable with the possible loneliness that came with it, and at some point, you began to enjoy it. So you figured that getting a boyfriend who would sometimes spend long periods of time on business trips wasn’t so bad, you had the apartment to yourself, and sometimes it was exactly what you needed.
But sometimes, no matter how used to things you are, you needed something extra to get your head out of the spiral. In those days you would find yourself searching for a little bit of extra comfort, you would visit the little café a couple of blocks from your shop and order yourself a caramel iced coffee along with a couple of red velvet cookies that somehow still tasted the same way as they did in your childhood.
Pulling out your phone, you quickly sent a text to your best friend, asking him if he wanted one for your movie night. You didn’t bother to look at his response as you ordered one for yourself and one for him out of muscle memory. Unfortunately, sometimes your muscle memory went way back in the past, ordering three of them instead of two.
On those days, you would give the cookie away.
Today was different, though. Something in your chest was dreading getting out of your house, as if something bad was going to happen today. Even after drinking your amazing iced coffee, you couldn’t shake the feeling, which spread to the pit of your stomach.
Perhaps it was the fact that the streets were filled with people today, not something unusual except for this day as it seemed everyone and their mother had decided to go out. You tried to stay away from big crowds, thinking that would soothe you, but it didn’t help at all. Maybe getting to work would make you feel better, perhaps the coldness and the smell of the shop would bring you comfort.
You were a few feet away when something inside you told you to look on the other side of the street, a sixth sense whispering your attention was needed elsewhere. You glanced, and you saw him, just for a second, almost as if it were the remnants of a ghost.
Blue eyes, golden hair, and a big frame.
Just as quickly as you had seen him, he had vanished, lost in the sea of people. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him. No, there was no way. He wouldn’t have come back, not after the way he left.
The rest of the day, your mind was elsewhere, going back and forth on whether you had actually seen him or was it your mind playing tricks. An hour before closing, you told MJ to go home early, and seeing as the evening was slow, she bid you goodbye with a smile before leaving you alone.
Minutes went by, and your mind wouldn’t stop. What if it was him? What if he actually came back? When did he come back? And, most importantly, why? Why bother coming back after cutting off communications for four years, almost five?
A ding brought you out of your thoughts, prompting you to turn around to look for your phone. A sweet text from Marc showed on the screen, adorned with a little heart at the end that made you smirk a little. A little spark ignited in your chest—as little as you allowed yourself to feel, anyway.
Loving was never easy after him, and you weren’t sure you would ever allow yourself to love like that again.
The door behind you opened, heavy footsteps resounding in the otherwise empty place. Your arms and neck were covered in goosebumps, and you got the confirmation you had been craving the whole day.
Knowing someone so well, you could tell apart the way they walked was something that had once been proud of. Knowing, without looking at them, that they had entered the room. Recognizing their smell, their touch, and the way they would move around the room. You remembered every single detail. He didn’t say anything, nor did he have to, you knew exactly who it was.
"So I guess it was really you this morning, huh?" you asked, with your back still facing him and your eyes stuck to your screen.
A quick gasp left his lips, you had taken him by surprise with your recognition until the memories started to come back. "It always freaked me out how you could do that."
Deep, raspy, and mature, time had really passed, at least in his voice. His words made you shiver, your heart was jumping to your throat. Many times, you had fantasized about what you would do if he ever came back, you had thought you would scream at him, hit him, and unleash the simmering anger that had stayed inside you ever since he left. You thought you'd tell him to fuck off and go back to whatever hole he was hiding in.
You thought maybe he would hug you, maybe he would explain and beg. Maybe he could fill again the hole in your soul he had left behind.
But now, having him in front of you as you had imagined, the only thing you wanted was for him to go away and never come back. You weren’t ready to do this, and maybe you will never be ready to do it. You wanted to run away, so far away to somewhere he couldn’t find you.
With trembling hands, you turned around, your breath hitching on your throat. He looked the same, but he didn’t at the same time. Blue eyes, blonde hair, and a tall frame remained, but there was a five o'clock shadow over his jaw, a small scar on the left side of his cheek, and the faintest almost imperceptible wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.He looked like a distant memory shattered by reality.
Neither of you said a word, both of your eyes searching for any sign of what the other one was thinking. Steve used to know you like the palm of his hand, but now he didn’t recognize so much about you, the harshness in your eyes, the frown that rested between your eyebrows. Time had changed you in ways he didn’t understand, and the voice in his head whispered that it was because of him.
"Peach," he whispered, almost as if he were afraid you would vanish after saying it. He was right to be afraid, the familiar yet distant nickname brought back the words engraved in the book you kept on your desk.
Always yours, S.R.
Always yours
Always
Always
"Get out." you muttered, your hands turning into fists as you held onto the counter, bubbling rage reaching every part of your body.
His eyes fell down, and in another life you would’ve felt bad for making him feel like that, maybe even backing down on your attitude towards him, but in this life, he had ripped your heart out the night he left. There wasn’t anything left inside you that could feel any sympathy towards him.
"Peach, please." he begged, ready to cross behind the counter to try and reach you.
You were thankful for Sam and Bucky’s help in many things. You were thankful for the time they helped you move out of your apartment, lifting the heavy objects as if they weighed nothing. You were thankful when they came to help you deliver your orders after all your delivery people had failed you one unlucky day. You were thankful when they beat the shit out of a creep that had touched your ass one night when you were all hanging out at a bar.
But perhaps right now, the thing you were most thankful for was the fact that they had insisted on you having a bat to protect yourself in the nights you would end up alone in the store. Or when the person you hated the most tried to come back into your life as nothing.
Steve barely saw you take out the bat, but once you had pulled it up to your side, in a strong strike position, he couldn't help to be equally surprised as hurt. His peach would never do this, his peach would never consider him a threat, and his peach would never feel anything but secure with him.
Except this wasn’t his peach anymore, he had made sure of that almost five years ago.
"Get the fuck out."
"Please, just give me five minutes."
"Five minutes? You had four years. Four fucking years to come back." you sneered. Your grip on the wooden bat grew as he kept trying to talk.
"Just let me explain..." he tried again before you cut him off.
"There is nothing you could say that could make things better."
Your words were harsh, but not harsher than the truth.
"I know, I just—"
"I don’t care." you hissed. "Stay the fuck away from me, Steve. You already did it for four years, I bet doing it again will be just as easy."
A low blow, you were aware of it, but as your mind went back to the night he left you couldn’t be bothered to care. You hated him, perhaps more than you had ever hated anyone in your life.
They say time heals all wounds, but how do you heal a wound that cuts through fifteen years of memories?
A loud, desperate knock made you jolt from your couch. Equally desperate, urgent steps guided you as fast as you could towards the door, your heart hammering against your chest. Not a second went by after you opened the door before big, strong arms surrounded you. An earthy, citrusy smell filled your nostrils, along with a faint smell of whiskey and cigars.
Your arms moved instinctively around Bucky, his embrace was the last thing to make you crumble apart. You almost didn’t recognize your own sobs, the tears falling from your face definitely stuck to his black shirt. His hands brought you even closer to his chest, his metal hand circling your back in an effort to soothe you.
His flesh hand found your face as he tried to make you look at him, the heaviness in your chest dissipating ever so slightly. The friendly blue eyes that had seen you through almost two decades of your life now looked at you with compassion and perhaps a bit of pity, but you couldn’t find yourself strong enough to care
You needed him more than anything, he was the only one who could understand.
"Peach," he whispered, and the smell of whiskey intensified once his breath hit your face.
He was probably having a drink at a bar when he received your text with just a word: Snowdrop. In a drunken night after a particularly bad day for both of you, you agreed upon a common word that meant I need you, something bad happened. This was the third time you used it, but it felt like the most important one.
"He’s back." you cried.
That was all he needed to understand. So in the middle of your apartment, when silence was the only thing that surrounded you both, your heart broke once again for Steve Rogers. And once again, Bucky was there for you to help you through the pain.
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(This is all about ''Something (just like this'' :], i apolagize in advance)
Theres an auther (you, i'm thinking of you) that has given sutch weight to the simple human pains everyone has, let them cary a greaf in every breath they're mentioned, i can't help but ache with the mc as one because i get it, i understand and even if i handn't felt the same pain that crushes your hope of ever being loved in the same way you do, if i hadn't though myself cynical and bitter the way she does i still think i'd get it.
I still think i'd be able to see myself cradle my heart like an infant, even though it's an old ugly, terrable creature.
The plots so ritch it's unbalivable that i get to read your works for free, like i knew it was her bestfried the second our artist glaced over her sholder and saw her drawing kids with guns in masks. But it was her best-fucking-fried, who dies without answering her livid questioning.
It's her constant self awair bitternes to the person she is that just-
Chefs fucking kiss.
Like the way she views herself and everyone else she thinks threatens the few things she sees as good in her with a sort of cynicalnes, but through herself that is bloody perfect.
Shes insane for the shit she pulls, Gods i love her.
I cannot expres enough of my love for the way you craft your words, the story and the way you put so mutch care into it makes me ill.
Izuku is caprured so well, his whole being being intertwined with Katsukies-....i am going feral as we speak.
Also her being an artist so acuretly presented, it's insane, the way she is about her skill, her talents, her works and her instuments and the way there are these little moments she wants to capture is so stupidly accurate to how i see the world as a creative. Always hungry and always craving to make, even when im no where near a peace of paper or even the shittiest of pens.
Im grinning and in fucking tears. (As i was writing all of this in my notes i wasn t even that far into the last chapter.)
Holy fuck, god i fucking despise Hana. And i get why, and im amazed at how her resoning, her pain and anger dosn't justify(?) shit when i've seen a lot of things where someones inhumane actions get swept under the rug cus they were hurting quietly, or something.
She was like a quirk nazi. Nothing redeams(?) that, y'know?
Auther i am shaking you by the sholders, and im sorry if my nails dig in too deep but holy fuck. Breathings hard, fic so good my rib cage has started to feel too small for my heart, and my lungs, and the hole your story has carved inbetween all of it.
Fic so good i haven't even gotten to the end and i want to thank you for, for all this has done to me. I'm shit with fics where there are a lot of words, no matter how mutch i love the characters and yet, and yet somehow this is one of the 100k + fanfics i have enjoyed every gut wrenching second of.
I feel like vomiting
In fact
I might.
They all need therapy after this, methinks.
(I know this is long and loopy, and my english (my second language) is not great, and that ultametly i kinda said nothing but i needed you to see (at least a little bit of) how insanely wonderful your craft is)
Anywho, i still haven't finished, and that was a lot of words, but i hope you have a lovely 24 h, i wish you the best with all of your future works. "Something (just like this)" has...given me brain damadge i'm guessing.
Blue, there is nothing to apologise for, I think you are wonderful. 🥺 You said everything. 🥺 From this message alone—from you taking the time to write it, and send it, I can tell you that there’s nothing about your heart that’s old or ugly or terrible. If anything, I think it’s golden—like the afternoon sun, reflecting all that good light back until it’s too much to hold. 🥹🫀✨
But okay, lemme try and do the thoughtfulness of this ask some justice. 🥹💕 God, to be honest I kinda worried about Hana, and her place in the story. Like—knowing how it was going to end. I think a lot of us will end up parting ways with people in our life that were important—and some, unfortunately, for ugly reasons. Hana’s betrayal is like, so extreme, so dramatic and terrible. And it doesn’t just hurt Reader, it hurt other people, kids. Like sure, Hana was hurt—but then she turned around and hurt others, willingly. And there’s no justice for the ones she directly affects. You’re right, Blue. You can’t redeem that—you can only pick up the pieces around it.
Tbh, I think Reader’s bitterness would’ve made building a life after it all that much harder, if it weren’t for other people. 🥹 Like—Scribbles cynical nature was such a fun part of writing the fic, lmao, and it absolutely would’ve made life that much harder for her in the aftermath if she didn’t have support. 🥹 I think someone like Scribbles, who barely trusts themselves, was a good match/contrast for Izuku who—like, even in canon is learning to overcome the worst of his most fear-driven habits. It gives him the ability to see Scribbles in a way that—that she needed. 🥺
Bluey!!! You’re an artist too??? Like our Reader. 🥹 The need to document everything is so real lmao. Like—it’s constant!! An insatiable way of looking at the world. 🥹 How do I capture this, how can I do this. I literally just had that feeling the other night, driving home under a perfectly straight trail of cloud like a comet’s tail. The sky was that perfect, indigo glow, and there was a single star alongside of it and it genuinely looked like the trail of a meteorite streaking over the sky and I wanted to remember everything about it. I wanted to draw it, write it, anything to keep it.
Blue, you have said so many kind things about my writing. 🥺 Either in this ask or in the tags of other things. And!!! It means so much to me, every time. 🥺 This is what I mean when I say you have a reflective, golden heart. 🥹💛🌿 I’m always going to be glad that like, I could write something that made you wanna reach out and say hello, lmao, but mostly I’m just glad you’re here. ☀️
(Also, as an aside—you mentioned a song, in the tags of one post a little while ago. I wanted you to know that I immediately ran to spotify to try and find it, lmao, and listen to it and like, now it lives in my likes and every time I listen to it I think of you and also of maybe trying to write a Bakugou worthy of the association, lmao. It’s such a sweet song, Blue, thank-you for the new music 🌷)
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Hii before anything dO YOU KNOW HOW AMAZING YOU ARE OMGOMG YOU ARE SUCH AN ANGEL OMG.
*ahem* moving on,
So i think you remember i told you how i like my bestfried.. and you suggested not saying anything if she is straight and like bringing it up casually but its like.. I tell her she looks pretty almost everyday, I call her atleast 24 times a day (no kidding i literally have a record lmfao) and i rest my head on her lap and shoulder and we hold hands and basically we are very close, and I reallly like her, i mean she's my bESTFRIEND. And my parents were counting on this job for my dad because he like moves alot for his work and now it has finally arrived, so i have to MOVE COUNTRIES. like completely different continents, thats how far it is. And I don't want to leave because well i have friends here but most importantly, MY BESTIE :( what do u think?? I am literally so sad right now.
also have you watched gilmore girls its a great show though the ending is dissapointing, its like my side obsession heh... :)
btw have i mentioned what a great person you are?? <3
xoxo sweet potat
Hi!!
Wow, that's so sad to hear that you have to move. I'm sure that was hugely upsetting to hear.
I guess my question is, if you were to tell her now, what would you be looking for? Because if she feels the same way, you're moving far away, so it might even be sad to find that out. But if you want to tell her so you leave nothing unsaid, then it might be a good thing. I would think about your intentions, if that makes sense?
I haven't watched Gilmore Girls...I tried, but I could never get into it, I'm sorry! Though I like One Tree Hill, which is similar?
Thank you so much for all your kind words <3 <3 <3
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Hook x Jungle boy
Warnings: Smut (blowjob and shi) idk its not very good but i should prob warn yall :0
Summary-
Hook was confused as hell. His bestfrie- no, former tag partner just left him. Just like that their history is all gone. Their friendship is ruined. What. the. actual. fuck. And to top it all off he lost his title. The only thing that proved he was something even though the stupid belt was worthless. Hook went to confront the man and lets just say their friends again ;) hehe
Why can you just tell me the truth?
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Hook was confused as hell. His bestfrie- no, former tag partner just left him. Just like that their history is all gone. Their friendship is ruined. What. the. actual. fuck. He told Jack things, things he had never told anyone. He trusted Perry with a lot of things . He knew he shouldn't have opened up. This shit always happens to him, he can never catch a break.
and to top it all off he lost his title. The only thing that proved he was something even though the stupid belt was worthless. He always carried around his dad's history, his legacy and now all of a sudden the title is Jacks. Jack never ever took an interest in the belt so why the hell would he want it?
Hook wasn't scheduled for rampage or dynamite. So like anyone would obviously do he was going to stay home and sulk. Until he thought of Jack flaunting HIS title around acting like the baddest bitch in the place. That wasn't going to slide with Hook so of course he showed up anyways.
Walking into the building sucked. All the sympathy stares, he ignored all the looks and went to find Jungle b- Jack Perrys locker room. All he wants is answers. He is not letting Jack run from this. He deserves a god damn explanation.
Mid way to his journey to the locker room he saw a vending machine selling all kinds of chips so he took short stop and stuffed the two bags of chips into his hoodie pocket for later there and continued his journey.
He found his targets lockeroom and busted the door open.
Jack turned around from unpacking things looking surprised.
"What the fu-" Jack started
"Shut up Jack you dont get to talk like that. The only words you can say to me are the words explaining what the fuck is going on" He slightly yelled
Jack froze slightly when he realized Hook was blocking the exit so he couldnt leave.
"i dont owe you shit. I never wanted to be your friend. Now fucking move before i punch you."
"Oh im so scared Jack. Why cant you just tell me the truth. Ive told you things. Now your gonna blackmail me and act like we weren't friends? Was it a lie the whole time?. you were my only friend- my bestfriend." His voice nearly cracking and faultering at the end of his sentance
"I trusted you Jack! You know i have troubles doing that. Why the hell do even want that belt you could've just asked me" He continued, his voice getting stronger
"Listen could you just move so i can leave" Jack pleaded
Hook glared at him and kept staring him in the eye until Jack gave up and all the fight left his body
He saw Jack look at his lips then looked him up and down while his eyes started watering while backed up to sit on the bench behind him.
Hook froze once realized.. It was never about the belt...
"Listen im sorry okay.. please stop" Jack whispered desperately staring Hook in the eyes
Hook slowly walked over until he was infront of Jack, Towering over him he whispered
"Thats what this is all about?"
He should've known all the lingering touches and stares. He felt the same about the other man but he would never dare to open his mouth and say anything.
Jacks eyes widened and he quickly looked away avoiding Hook's eyes.
"No" He denied still avoiding Hook's stare
He was getting really nervous, Hook could tell.
Hook bent down lightly and grabbed Jack's chin forcing the man to look up at him and kissed him.
Jack was shocked but quickly kissed back grabbing at Hook's hair.
Hook fell into Jack's lap and straddled him. They continued to make out until Jack started kissing the younger mans neck while he grinded down on his lap making both men moan.
The older man lifted hook up carried him to the wall and pinned him against it making Hook gasp.
"Always had a feeling you secretly a bottom" He whispered in his eye mockingly
"Shut up" He whined slightly while blushing
They started to make out again while touching each others bodies all over desperately making up for all the missed time. They removed eachothers shirt/hoodie and threw them to god knows where.
Jack started kissing down Hooks torso until he reached the top of his pants smirking at the outline of his hardened cock. He looked up for permission while dropping down onto his knees. Seeing Hook all blissed out made his own cock harden even more. The man above him nodded and started whining when Jack was taking too long.
"Please.. Jack Please.. i've waited so long" He practically begged while his hips jerked foward involantarily.
"Okay, okay" He chuckled
He slowly removed his pants until the reached his ankles then he brought his hand up and started palming Hooks clothed covered cock.
"You like that darling?"
Hook nodded fast
He removed his hand from his Hooks dick and looked up at him.
"Words, love"
"Yes. I love it. Fuck- yes please Jack keep going" He yelled frusterated while grabbing at Jack's hair
Jack quickly pulled down Hook's underwear making the man hiss slightly.
He rubbed his hand up and down his dick a couple times before he licked a line down from the top off his balls to his tip making the man above him whimper and shiver.
He took his dick into his mouth and licked around it and swallowed him down.
He then hollowed out his mouth and started bobbing his head while staring up at him making Hook a complete mess. Moaning and gasping, making his cock harden more by the second.
"Jack oh my god" Hook Cried
Hook grabbed at Jacks at head and started pushing him down forcibly making Jack choke slightly.
Jack grabbed at his ass and squeezed his and kneaded it, lightly smacking it, making Hook blush more which almost seemed impossible.
Hook was coming closer to his release, Jack could tell and started bobbing his head faster down half his dick while jerking off the other half at the same pace.
Hook practically screamed out in pleasure and came down jacks throat.
Jack swallowed down every drop and pulled off shocked, not because of Hook coming down his throat. He's just shocked because of the reactions he got from the man.
Hook got shy all of sudden and wouldn't meet Jack's eyes once he rose back onto his feet.
"All shy now huh?"
"i-i" He was speechless so he did the only thing that seemed right in the moment and flipped them around and pulled Jacks pants and underwear down releasing his worked up dick causing jack to moan.
He started sucking on Jack's dick immediately grasping at his ass.
jack didn't last long since he was so worked up. Hook pulled off before Jack came and finished jerking him off so he would come all over his face making Jack look down at him shocked while becoming more flushed by the second.
both were breathing heavy just staring at one another until Hook rose onto his feet and wiped the cum of of his face and put into his mouth and sucked on his finger, while staring into jack's eyes.
Once he finished all he could do was hug the naked man. They squeezed each other hard and trembled.
"What do we do now?" Hook whispered
"I dont know but im so sorry for hurting you i just didn't know what else to do" He apolagized
"Its alright, dont worry"
Both men got into the shower and then got dressed, When they arrived at Jack's hotel the two of them cuddled each other until the next morning when they could talk about where they stand with one another, But for now the two are just gonna sleep all their worries away knowing that they have each other again.
~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3~
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