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bluebirdsboi · 10 months

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The New Guy | Clint Barton x Male Reader | 18+

Fandom: MCU

Genre: Fluff, Implied Smut

Requested by Anon: clint barton x male reader: when clint meets y/n, tony’s new secretary, he’s immediate in showing his interest in the younger male. Clint is bold with his flirting and touching, and it seems to work. The only problem is how protective tony and the other avengers are, since they know how clint is. Some time later, after a team meeting, y/n pulls clint into a closet, to show much he likes him

Paring: Clint Barton x Male Reader

Warnings: Allusions to sex, Sexual acts

Word Count: 888

Requests are open

!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

It seemed to be another average day of trying to keep up with Tony around the Avenger’s Tower. As his personal secretary, you often work on site with him, even having your own workspace in the tower just a little ways away from Tony’s.

You had just finished a long work session and dropped off the paperwork that Tony had asked for earlier, so you rightfully deserved a break. You made your way to the kitchen area for a snack, and while reaching, you accidentally knocked over an adjacent item. Not reacting fast enough, you were prepared to reach down to retrieve it; however, the arm of an unknown person caught it for you.

Turning to see who had just helped you, you were faced with none other than Clint Barton, better known as Hawkeye. “Oh, um, you must be Hawkeye.” a startled laugh made its way through your sentence, still in a minor state of shock. “And you, sir, must be the new resident pretty boy.” Clint returned the fallen item to its place before leaning against the counter and looking at you with a small tilt of his head. “And please, call me Clint.”

You were somewhat taken aback by his comment, calling you pretty, but it didn’t show much on your face. “So tell me, what’s a guy like you doin’ in a place like this, huh?” His question had an air of playfulness and was accompanied by a quick look up and down that you didn’t miss. “Well, I’m just here to help out Tony, y’know.” Picking up on the subtle tension, you crossed your arms in front of your chest in a way that slightly flexed your biceps. “So I’ve heard.” A small smile tugged at both of your lips, a subdued mischievous energy surging in the space between you two as you held eye contact. Your focus was broken by Tony clearing his throat. “There he is, my favorite (favourite) assistant. Can I see you for a sec? It’s important.” With that, you said your goodbyes to Clint, with his eyes following you as you walked off. “Barton.” Tony snapped Clint out of the daze you had him in before making the gesture to say that he was watching him.

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The so-called game of cat and mouse pressed on for weeks after meeting each other, and the intensity of Clint’s flirting only increased as time went by. It started out with cute nicknames and small innocent touches here and there, but eventually moved to gestures such as him squeezing your arm. It made you fall deeper and deeper each time, and it didn’t help that he would always check you out every time you talked to each other.

The most recent time was what pushed you over the edge. You were in the kitchen yet again when a familiar pair of arms found their way around you from behind. “There’s the pretty boy.” You playfully pushed his arms off of you before turning around with a smile. “Hey, Clint.” A flustered laugh always decorated your response to his pet names. The conversation continued almost effortlessly, both of you hanging on to each other’s every word. As your interaction flowed, Clint’s hand found its way onto your hip when he started, “Hey, I was gonna ask-” “Clint, meeting. Time to go.” He was interrupted by Natasha collecting him for a meeting they had talked about the other day. “Yeah, coming.” Clint closed his eyes and dropped his head with a smile as he responded. “We’ll talk later.” He whispered with a wink before joining his friend.

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While you were working in your office, what Clint said earlier nagged at your brain. You weren’t naïve, so you had an idea of what he wanted to say.

By the time the Avengers’ meeting ended, you finished your work session and went to find Clint, so you could continue your little exchange from before. You spotted each other as he was walking, to which you nodded your head toward your office.

He soon caught up behind you, and you grabbed him by the collar to pull him inside. “Woah, uhhh...” Clint was caught off guard by your apparent eagerness to continue your discussion. “So about earlier.” Your hand left his shirt, but there was still a lack of distance between you two. “Yeah, about that. I was just gonna say you’re a great guy... and uh... I’d wanna-” His words fell to a whisper as his sentence went on, eventually cutting him off with a kiss as both of you slowly closed the distance between each other. A heated passion overtook the both of you as your arms found themselves around his neck and his around your waist. The craving for each other only grew as Clint licked your bottom lip and soon made its way into your mouth to dance with yours. An overflow of desire seemed to possess you, prompting you to kiss down his jawline and to his neck. “Ahh... wait. What if... what if someone... comes in?” Breathy moans escaped between words as you attacked the sensitivity of his sweet spot. You leaned over to the door to lock it with raised eyebrows. “Relax, okay?” You gently pushed Clint against the wall so you could have your full attention on each other.

- End -

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A/N: Thank you to anon for requesting, and thank you to all of you for 100 followers! I have my 100 follower celebration post link in case you want to participate.

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squippy360 · 2 years

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Clint Barton x Male Reader x Steve Rogers

requested Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Cw:(smut, overstimulation, crying kink, milking kink, vibrator kink, swing kink, aphrodisiac)

Steve and Clint had a wonderful idea. They wanted to drug their boyfriend with viagra and watch him beg for them to use him. They both woke up in the early morning and went to the kitchen to cook some pancakes for you.

"Is it too much…?" Clint whispered to Steve as he saw him put some in the batter and saved some for your drink. "Maybe. But I think he needs it after the rough week he had." Steve whispered back.

You've been having a tough time at your job and have been coming home everyday this week and coming to cuddle with your boyfriends for a bit before falling asleep minutes later. You have today off and they wanted to make you feel good.

Soon, they made your food and took your tray to their room. Clint shook you a bit. "C'mon baby boy~ Time to get up~" Clint whispered lovingly to you. You got up and looked up at them. "Huh? W-What happened?" You stuttered, sitting up.

"Here you go, Love. We want you to take it easy today~" Steve said and gently placed the tray in your lap. M/n looked up at them with glossy eyes. "Thank you." You whispered. Clint sat behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder. Steve sat next to you, his head resting on your waist.

You cut a piece of pancake off and stuck it in your mouth. "It's so good." You said with a sleepy smile. You slowly ate the rest, savoring the sweet and tasty feeling. Steve and Clint shared some glances between each other but you didn't notice.

You let out a sigh and leaned back against Clint. "Thank you. It was so tasty~" You said. Steve took the tray and put it on the nightstand. "Let's watch something for a bit. I don't feel like leaving." Clint said and took the remote, turning the TV on.

They would subtly touch you just to see your reaction. Clint smirked when he finally felt your body heat up after half an hour. You started to shift a bit and both males heard your breathing become subtly erotic and hot.

"Feeling ok?" Clint whispered in my ear. I shook my head and put a hand over my mouth. "H-Hot…R-Really hot…Can you please help…" I whispered to them. Clint smirked and got out of bed. They both wiggled their clothes off and pulled me closer to them. They took my pants off and took out the lube.

Clint got on top of me and quickly lubed my cock. "I'll make you feel so good~" Clint whispered and kissed you. He lowered himself down onto my cock. I whined at the warmth and saw the bulge in Clint's tummy. "Good...!" I cried.

Steve crawled up to me and sat on my face, facing Clint. I licked his hole and poked my tongue inside. My cock twitched inside Clint when I heard Steve gasp. My hand weaved around Steve's waist and jerked him off. He moaned and pulled Clint into a kiss.

I reached my other hand out and took Clint's cock. They both moaned loudly and bucked back into me. I was so close to cumming. I cried out loudly and came inside of Clint. I felt both of them cum in my hand. We stilled, panting and resting a bit from the slightly intense feeling.

They pulled off and switched places. Clint sat on my face and Steve began to fuck himself on me. I licked up the mess that I made in Clint. He panted and squirmed, his thighs firmly planted around my chest. I cried out when their hands toyed with my chest. I jerked them off faster.

They groaned loudly and came on my chest and tummy. I licked all the cum out of his ass. I licked my lips as they pulled off. Clint and Steve got close to my cock and jerked me off.

My legs twitched against their arms. "Please, Daddy! Can I cum? I'm sorry I came easier, it was so hot! Please let me cum!" I begged. They kissed and bit my thighs. "Go ahead, Baby Boy~" Steve growled. I keened and came on their face. They licked it off of each other and licked my tip.

"Daddy~" I groaned. "It still feels so hot~" I cried out. Steve smirked and pulled out a string-tied bag. Clint fell into the bed from exhaustion. "I have an idea~" Steve teased. "Damn Super Soldiers…how are you still moving…" Clint mumbled and curled up against the blankets.

He pulled out multiple vibrators. He attached one to the base of ky cock and stacked them up from the bottom. He put lace on me and put his big shirt on me. Steve sat me on his lap and sat against the headboard. "Are you ready?" Steve asked. I nodded desperately. "Yes, Daddy~ Please fuck my cock with your toys~" I begged.

Steve took out all the remotes and turned them all on at once. I screamed out and came immediately. There was a buzzing in my panties. "Too much…!" I screamed out. He petted my tummy and smiled. "I'm sure it is~ I want only the best for my baby boy~" He whispered.

My hips, legs, and cock twitched every time I came. "Were milking out poor little boy, Right Clint~" He said to Clint as his eyes were trained on my soaked panties. "You're wet already~" Clint growled. Tears were rolling down my face and I came again. "S'too much! Can't think! Can't think!!" I cried out and came again.

"I think I know just the place for you~" He mumbled and took me to the kink swing we had in our room. I was violently twitching from overstimulation. "Can't! No more! Too much!" I cried. They spread my legs and put a bowl under me. They opened the windows so I was showing off to everyone around us. "On display for everyone to see~ What would happen if someone walks in and sees you, being so good for us~ Or maybe someone sees through the window~" Clint hummed.

"We want to milk our pretty boy~" Steve said as Clint watched, jerking off. Steve went over to Clint and sensually sat in his lap. He grinded his ass against Clint and kissed him, knowing I loved it when I watched them. I cried out again and came, all my semen leaking down and entering the bowl.

They fucked eachother and enjoyed hearing my pleads and crying. In the late afternoon, they finally took me down after the bowl was filled with my fluids. I was worn out and completely wrecked from such an intense feeling. I couldn't respond to anything because my voice was gone and I still couldn't think.

They held me and comforted me for the rest of the day and night.

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 1 year

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I've been on an insane marvel kick recently so do you have any Hawkeye x male reader fluff to offer me 👀🤲🏼

first time writing mxm but i'll try my best (these are just a few headcanons, but i still hope you enjoy <33)

first of all, hawkeye is such a mother hen

true to his name, he always has an eye on you

if you haven't eaten today, now you will

pops out of the vents in the Avengers tower to make sure you're taking care of yourself

concerning training

he will help you learn to defend yourself

it's still not a safe world for openly queer people (sadly) and even if you do have powers what if, for some reason, they aren't enough one day?

but it's silly to think that hawkeye won't always be there to protect you

such a family man

with family i also mean adopting every stray animal/person he comes across

makes it your problem

well not problem

but get ready to deal with a found family in the near future

loves listening to you talk

he takes his hearing aids out when people annoy him, but never with you

makes sure to charge them

if you communicate using ASL with him, he'll literally cry.

the bar is so low

anything you sign he'll do for you

biggest snack stealer

but also shares

which means that you get all the snacks in the tower but not the blame :)

he's your boyfriend first and an avenger second.

takes you along to everything

does not care what people think

if they make it his problem, he'll make his fist theirs :)

#hawkeye x reader #hawkeye x male reader

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teaaagan · 4 months

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Sleepover

Clint: Have a sleepover they said.

Kate, from the kitchen: PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!

Y/N: IT’S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER!! GET THE ANTI FLAMETHROWER!!

Peter: It’s called a fire extinguisher. A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!!

-Glass shatters, something explodes, screams in unision-

Clint: It’ll be fun they said.

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sexydoffyman · 8 months

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I'm so glad I found your blog 😭 tysm. Could I request some Fluff/Smut headcanons for shanks and mihawk (seperate if that's okay) X male reader? And can it be a Dom or top reader for the NSFW parts? If that's too much or you aren't interested please don't worry at all!

FLUFF AND SMUT HEADCANNONS

navigation

genre: fluff, smut

characters: Dracule Mihawk, Shanks

A/N: Gocha! I feel like I'm gonna throw up. 🪰

SHANKS

SFW:

He scratches your back with his beard. (You can't change my mind)

He has magic touch.

If you are in pain, he will just rub that place (A leg for example). His touch is so soft.

And for some reason, you get so much relief from the pain.

He gives off warm energy.

He likes to walk in the rain. It feels comforting to him. If you want to walk with him he will give you his coat.

He takes long ass showers.

He feels the need to cuddle with you at any given moment.

You guys will be at the bar with your crew. When he gets tired, he walks up to you and puts his head on your shoulder.

Hugs from behind.

He will fall asleep on your legs.

Dog person.

NSFW:

He loves oral in any way.

He will plead to you to get rougher with him.

He also won't hold back when sucking you off.

He is addicted to ass. Just looking at it.

He will beg you to ride him.

You can hear every sweet little moan that comes out of his mouth.

He will act all flirty and teasingly, but he falls to his knees when you touch him.

Type of dude to bark.

He loves it when your chests rub against each other.

Sleepy sex with him🔛🔝

OK, hear me out when I say marking kink.

He wants to make you his territory and, he wants to be your territory.

DRACULE MIHAWK

SFW:

He is really fond of his personal space, but you can invade it anytime.

Just let him do whatever he is doing.

If he's reading just cuddle up into his lap.

But don't you dare to take his attention off his book.

He won't admit it, but he likes it when you take care of Yoru (His sword)

He likes to do the chores with you.

It just gives him motivation when he sees you working so hard.

He put a small black heart on your transponder snail.

He has memorized everything you like and hate.

Is actually kind of cuddly.

He will lay his head on your stomach and take a nap that turns into a sleep (You don't have the heart to wake him up)

NSFW:

He is full of surprises, especially when he shows you how vocal he is.

You couldn't even recognize him from how submissive he became.

Even tho he wants to have all of the control of his body, he wanted to experiment.

Is definitely soft and has low pain tolerance.

He doesn't talk, he moans.

He will just look at you with teary eyes.

He looks so serious around other people, but with you, he is just as adorable as you.

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yelenasvestenthusiast · 2 months

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upside down ; kate bishop

summary: lazy days with your girlfriend. warning: none

kate is just fine with how things are.

sure, she's quite bored, and her leg is falling asleep - lucky just refuses to move to a different place - and maybe a headache is starting from the blood flowing to her head, as lying upside down can do.

she's lying on the edge of her bed with her hands on her stomach, her dark hair flowing, reaching out to touch the floor like a jet black waterfall.

she examines your features for the millionth time, never getting tired of noticing all the twitches and expressions you make as you go through the pages of a new book.

she wonders what you're reading about - well, the title obviously hints at romance. but even then there's a lot happening. was it an arranged marriage? a friends to lovers? she really should've asked you about the trope.

but it seems you've finally met the love interest, seeing the corner of your mouth curve up into a tiny smile.

she's fine just like this, watching you be happy in your own little world, in complete silence except for the occasional rustling of turned pages and lucky's little snores.

but kate wants more of you. she wants to hear your voice and have your gorgeous eyes on her and only her. so she tries to get your attention.

"does a straw have one hole or two?"

the sudden sound of her voice pulls you out of your daze. "hm?"

kate grins when your eyes meet her blue ones. "why, hello there."

you rolls your eyes at her and bookmark your page before setting the book down. "you're gonna get a headache."

"already do." she extends her arms towards you. "give me a kiss?"

scooting closer, you place a kiss on the tip of her nose. she frowns. lucky wakes up and starts wagging his tail, watching you and kate.

"not that," the young archer groans. "give me an actual kiss."

you release a giggle and do as she asks, with her still upside down and your hands reaching out for hers. she holds the back of your head to keep you in place for a couple of seconds before letting go.

you wrinkle your nose. "how dare you interrupt me from reading."

"is this not better than the romance you're reading?"

"our story's better than any other story."

kate smiles and holds your hands. "that's what i like to hear." she kisses you again.

a/n: oh gosh this is so badly written

#mcu #marvel #kate bishop #hawkeye #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x male reader #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x you #female!reader #male!reader #gn!reader

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alexa-fika · 4 months

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Can you create a story about Mihawk's son who gets injured or kidnapped ?

More Mihawk please 🙏

( sorry for the grammar or spelling mistakes am not good at English )

A/N: Again, I don't know. if this is good, but you guys are popping off with Midnight Lessons so maybe this is up to your tastes? Thank you for the request Anon! Feel free to drop by my ask box to requests or simply to say hi!

Also don't worry English is also not my first language!

Dividers by @/saradika

Papa to the rescue ( Mihawk x male!reader)

Sniffles and stifled sobs could be heard in a cold, dark cell of a ship sailing somewhere on the East Blue.

“Shut up, you damn brat!” Growls Don Krieg.

Glaring at the child, he walks toward the cell, a smirk suddenly replacing his sneer.

“Do you know why you are here, you little twerp?

He sniffles, shaking his head

“Oh my my, aren’t we scared? A shame your papa can’t come and save you; what a disappointment.”

Krieg laughs mockingly and looks toward the small child.

“It’s because of him that you are here, brat so that I can finally have revenge on that bastard! It will be perfect for breaking down your stubborn, cocky father. I bet having to see his little boy die will make the bastard come around, kneeling in front of me and begging for mercy. Or he’s too much of a coward. Either way, win-win for me.”

“Papa wouldn’t do that.”

“Oh no, you misunderstand. Your papa won’t see you die. He’ll see you in agony, a slow, excruciating death by starvation or a beating, a torture that will make you beg for death. All by my hands, too.”

“He wouldn’t bow down to you! “

Krieg grips the small boy by the collar and picks him up to his eye level. His dark scowl is met by the red face of the boy, tears filling his eyes.

“He will, little brat.” His voice is low, threatening.

“Or you die.”

“He won’t! Because he will slash you! You can’t beat papa.”

Krieg’s grip tightens at the mention of Mihawk, his sneer returning in full force.

He growls out a sharp response as a fire of rage sparked in his eyes, his hands tightening around the kid’s neck.

“I will! And he will beg me for mercy before you die in front of him!”

He said, dropping Reader to the ground.

It all happened in an instant; Reader’s mind could barely keep up with what happened in the next few minutes.

He remembered that screams started coming from upstairs. He remembered Kreig turning towards the dungeon entrance, equally confused about the sudden chaos that had erupted from upstairs.

The next thing that happened Reader could remember clearly, as the familiar silhouette of their father came down the stairs into the dungeon.

“Papa!” They cheer as he closes in to the cell Reader was in and towards Don Krieg, who stands in front of it

Krieg made quick work of the cell lock, running inside and grabbing the kid, putting them in a chokehold, and holding a gun to his neck.

“So you finally show yourself, you bastard! Better start kneeling, or you can say goodbye to the brat,” he cackles.

Reader is quick to dig their tiny teeth into Don Krieg’s hand, taking advantage as he winces and slightly lessens his hold to raise his head to headbutt him, quickly running to his dad the moment Don Krieg let go of him to hold their bleeding nose.

His head snaps back as the young man headbutts him; Krieg grunts in pain. A burst of blood spurts down from his nose

He scoffs,

“Damn brat!”

“You’re not going anywhere!” he growls, pointing his gun towards the child and taking the shot.

The next few seconds, although hard to keep up with, Reader was quick to understand what had just happened as his father now stood in front of him, Yoru unsheathed and a sliced bullet landing on each side of Reader.

“Reader. Wait upstairs,” his words curt, but one could hear the aggravation in his tone.

Reader nods, running upstairs to wait for his dad; he does not have to wait long, however, as Mihawk joins him no more than a minute later.

He gently picks him up and jumps onto his small raft.

“Are you hurt?”

The child looks up at him, his eyes watering.

“I’m okay ’cause Papa is here,” he says, hugging him tightly.

“Good,” he says as he puts a hand around the child and smiles.

“I’ll make sure it stays that way,” setting his course back to Karai Barai Island.

“How did you find me?”

“Do not worry about that.”

They smile, a slight idea as to who aided his father in finding him.

“Im glad you found me, Papa; I was scared,”

It’s okay, son,” he says, rubbing his head.

“Let us get you to bed.”

Reader nods, watching dazed as the splashing waves soon turn into flowing grass and soon into the familiar floors as they arrive at their headquarters, soon arriving at their own room as Mihawk gently lays Reader down on the bed.

“Can you stay with me tonight, Papa?”

“I will only stay for a short while; there are things I must attend to.” He responds, sitting down on a chair next to his son

Reader smiles, staring at his father as he slowly lulls himself to sleep after a long and terrifying day.

Despite his words, Mihawk could be seen sitting down next to his son all night; of course, no member of Crossguild would ever comment on this, and neither would they ever comment on the soft look he had on his face as he stared at his son, finally home safe

What do you guys think? Was it as good as Midnight Lessons or kinda, eh? Please let me know so I know what I can improve on next time! Do we like child! reader more than the romantic pieces? Who's next?

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trashytoastboi · 16 days

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🦅Dracule Mihawk Masterlist🦅

🦅 Headcanons: Confessing to F! Crush who is afraid of love

🦅 Headcanons: Shanks, Mihawk x S/O Who cannot fight or handle weapons

🦅 Headcanons: Corazon, Zoro, Mihawk x Royal! Reader – Working as their bodyguard

🦅 Fluff Alphabet: I, F, C

🦅 Headcanons: Shanks, Benn, Mihawk x S/O Who tends to isolate themselves when they feel they’re becoming a burden

🦅 Headcanons: Benn, Crocodile, Mihawk x Warm-hearted F! S/O

🦅 Headcanons: Modern AU! Shanks, Benn, Mihawk

🦅 Scenario: Fairy Tale AU! Mihawk x F! Reader

🦅 Headcanons: Mihawk, Marco – Random headcanons with F! S/O

🦅 Scenario: Shanks and Mihawk with F! Crewmate – Competing for her attention

🦅 Scenario: Mihawk x F! S/O - #15. I can’t think straight with you

🦅 Headcanons: Doflamingo, Crocodile, Mihawk - #16. Don’t give me space, that’s the last thing I want from you.

🦅 Short Scenario: Mihawk x F! S/O - #11. Making the other laugh

🦅 NSFW Headcanons: Ace, Zoro, Mihawk, Sabo, Law – Reacting to S/O being brought to tears of pleasure

🦅 Headcanons: Mihawk, Smoker, Corazon (+ Child Law) and Katakuri – with F! Keyblade wielder

🦅 NSFW Headcanons: Benn, Law, Ace, Mihawk x Virgin! S/O

🦅 Headcanons: Male! Keyblade Wielder! Training with Zoro under Mihawk, reuniting in Dressrosa and being invited to the crew by Luffy

🦅 NSFW Headcanons: Mihawk, Marco x Shy! S/O who has a size kink

🦅 NSFW Headcanons: Dom! Law, Dom! Mihawk, Dom! Katakuri x Sub! F! S/O – In subspace

#trashytoastboi #mihawk #dracule mihawk #fluff #one piece #sfw #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #gender neutral reader #gender neutral pronouns #one piece headcanon #female reader #male reader #mihawk x reader #one piece mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #unholy toast #character masterlist #masterlist

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 8 months

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Double-Agent (Avengers X Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Avengers X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Talking about torture and experimentation (HYDRA)

Request: Avengers x (22) reader. The reader is has been working for the team for 4½ years being able to use their teleportation, telekinesis, and healing powers to help. They capture Rumlow before he's able to damage in Sokovia and harm anybody. Later while being interrogated he request for the reader. Upon entering the room Rumlow reveals that the reader use to be with Hydra as their parents (mutants) were Hydra agents. He even reveals that the reader used to bring down bases and ruin shield. Later after that conversation the Avengers confront the reader. The reader tells the Avengers that when they saved them from that Hydra prison he was put there for betraying Hydra for Shield.

It was hard for you to focus on anything in moments like this. Knowing that there was a HYDRA agent nearby always made you hyper focus on everything they were doing, watching their every move, making sure they didn’t do anything. You were usually good at hiding your anxiety, tucking yourself in the corner to be out of the way and rolling a rare coin Steve had given you a while ago between your fingers. However, your team knew you well enough to know what it meant when you did those things, and would try their best to handle the situation themselves and make sure the HYDRA agents never addressed or even looked at you.

You were thankful for their understanding. They tended to do the same thing for Bucky, though he preferred to not be in the room at all, but you did, just to be there just in case and watch like a hawk. The team never questioned your quirk, because they partially understood. You were a past experiment of HYDRA that they liberated a few years prior, and after some healing, you joined the team as a valuable asset. You could gather information with your telepathy and telekinesis, and could provide immediate on-site medical care if anyone got hurt due to your healing abilities. You were important to the team, and the team always found themselves thanking you for things you did for them, so letting you stand in the corner and monitor any HYDRA agents they captured and interrogated was the least they could do.

This was another one of those situations, but while you would often look away and listen to what was being said, trying to appear unbothered and simply there as backup for your team, this was different. Because they had Rumlow, and you were the one to capture him.

It was in no way intentional, more like you saw an opportunity and took it, and it was definitely a good decision- finding he had several powerful bombs on him that he could use at anytime. You stripped him off all weapons, and gave him over to your colleagues, only speaking when necessary. You stayed in the corner, playing with your coin, though whenever Steve glanced in your direction to check on you, he saw you glaring at the man, and the coin was actually floating in your palm, turning rapidly. He could tell you were stressed, and he had no doubt in his mind you had a history with Rumlow, though he didn’t say anything.

Rumlow was handcuffed to the table in the small interrogation room, and for the most part he just glared straight ahead as Natasha questioned him, Steve behind her, and you in the corner. There was a pane of one sided glass where you knew the rest of the team was watching, Hill and Fury on their way to also monitor- this was a big deal after all. Everyone had thought Rumlow had died years ago, yet here he sat, badly burned from the collision with the helicarrier and the building, but breathing, which you personally found insulting.

“You sure you don’t want to tell us anything?” Steve asked, leaning on the table, trying to tempt the man to speak. He didn’t say anything and first, but then his eyes moved, and they met yours. The coin stopped dead in the air as a chill ran down your spine, though you didn’t break eye contact.

“Now that you mention it… Y/N-” He started. Natasha moved to stand in front of you, arms crossed, glaring at him. Steve turned and looked at you, motioning his head for you to leave the room. You didn’t budge. You had to be here- control the situation.

“Y/N. Out. Now.” Steve ordered, voice low and quiet, but demanding. You swallowed, grabbing the coin from the air, and leaving the room. You took a step to join the others, but you felt the bile rising in your throat, and instead you turned on your heel, going to find somewhere quiet, and the first place that came to mind was the bathroom.

The rest of the team remained focussed on the interrogation, their intention peaked since he started speaking. “How well do you know Y/N? You sure you should just let them walk around?” He teased them, making eye contact with Romanoff, whose arms were still crossed and presented unphased.

“We’re here to talk about your crimes, not for you to try and re-traumatise our friend.” Steve scolded, pasing across the room slowly.

“My crimes? What about theirs?” He laughed. Silence fell on the room.

“What does he mean?” Bruce inquired in a whisper from the other side of the glass, glancing at his friends, who seemed just as confused. “Weren’t they an experiment?”

“Yeah, they were, that’s how we found them.” Clint confirmed, eyes focussed through the glass.

“Elaborate.” Natasha demanded sternly.

“They never told you?” He teased her with a grin. “They’re one of ours. Always was, always will be. Our ears from the inside. Our own Agent Garbo.”

“You’re telling me Y/N is a double agent?” Steve asked. Rumlow only grinned, leaning back in his seat. Him and Natasha shared a look, before they made for the door. “Someone get agents to watch him. Where’s Y/N?”

You sat on the floor of the stall, trying to calm yourself. You already had an idea on what Rumlow was cooking, knowing if they didn’t let him mess with your head, he’d mess with theirs, pinning you against each other, and you didn’t know what would be the best way to deal with it and resolve the manipulation. This could permanently poison your relationship with your only friends. Your only family.

You heard the door open to the bathroom, and you held your breath, knowing this was it. You tucked your legs closer to you, squeezing your calves, as several footsteps were heard on the tiles. “Y/N?” You heard Tony’s voice call, and you gulped. You hesitated for a moment, before reaching up, unlocking the stall door, letting the door fall open, and it wasn’t long till the entrance to the stall was surrounded by your teammates staring down at you, their expressions ranged. Confused, sad, hurt, angry… “We need you to come with us.”

You didn’t fight them, standing up, letting Clint grab your arm and escort you through the base, surrounded by the other Avengers, no one speaking, and you knew quickly they were leading you to a holding cell. As you got closer, you turned to Steve. “What did he tell you?” Steve didn’t face you at first, but as Clint shoved you to keep moving, he did, but you didn’t get a chance to read his expression before you were put into the cell, void of any windows or view of the outside, and you looked up at the camera in the corner, before taking a seat on the harsh bed.

It wasn’t long till you heard the team arguing. It was mostly muffled beyond comprehension, but every so often someone, usually Tony, Thor, or Steve, would raise their voice loud enough to be heard. “Betrayed” “Double agent” and “Liar” Were words you heard frequently, as well as other mumbles, and you were able to gather an idea of what Rumlow had told them. That you were a double agent, a backstabber to the Avengers, the most successful plant and informant that HYDRA had, and for the last few years you had been playing them like fools. Your chest felt tight, trying to figure out what to do, getting up, pacing back and forth as you listened to them argue. You didn’t know who hated you, wanted you dead, or who wanted to hear you out or straight up was on your side. You weren’t sure if any of them were, and if it was just an argument of how to deal with you; a trial or an immediate execution? Was Natasha going to simply walk in and shoot you dead? If a trial is held, what court would hear it? What can you do to defend yourself? It’s Rumlow against you.

The yelling stopped, and you immediately noticed. There were faint mumbles, but nothing concrete, and then your door opened, making you flint. In stepped Fury. “Agent.” He greeted stoically. You straightened up, head lowered, hands at your side. “Would you mind if we speak alone?”

“Sir I don’t think-” You heard Vision start, before Fury turned to face out of the door, a glare enough to silence them, before he turned to you.

“Or would you like them here?”

“Just us please.” You requested quietly. You didn’t know why you didn’t want them here, force to listen to your side with Fury keeping them under check, but as he entered the room, closing the door behind him, you realised why. You knew you were going to have to talk about what happened, and you didn’t want them to know.

“Rumlow’s spun a story depicting you as a double agent.” He commented.

“I heard.” You confirmed, remaining stiff, though you now looked up at him. He met your eyes, before glancing up at the camera, not moving his head, a silent comment. They were watching.

“Would you mind going over what’s true and what’s not?” He asked you. You nodded, trying to relax your shoulders, though your fists were clenched, along with your jaw. “Are you a double agent?”

“I was previously.” You admitted.

“When was that?”

“Several years ago.” You responded, keeping eye contact with Fury.

“Can you elaborate for me?”

“I was a civilian at the time, but I kept up with what was happening with the Avengers and their enemy, HYDRA. I did my own research into them, and after a lot of digging, I found a way into their ranks. I took it.”

“So you worked for HYDRA?”

“Correct.”

“Why did you join them?” Fury asked, moving to lean on the wall, and cross his arms. He was calm, relaxed, his voice monotone and calm, though you understood- you two had had this exact conversation many years ago- when he questioned you after the team pulled you from that HYDRA base. It didn’t make it any easier for you though, your hands shaking, reliving everything in that moment.

“So I could give information to SHIELD.” You responded, your voice starting to shake.

“So you were a double agent, a spy, but a spy for us?”

“Correct, sir.”

“Even though we didn’t hire or train you to do so? You went in without a back up or team behind you to swoop in, in the case you were found out?” He asked. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak as you nodded. “What information did you provide us in that time?”

“I leaked details on experiments and projects. The Forest Project, the Kingston Project- that was me. I supplied SHIELD with the names of cover groups they were using to hire people- the same way I found my way in, so they could be stopped to weaken their numbers… I helped roughly 70 prisoners escape… the number passes me, I didn’t keep documentation so there was no trail.” You admitted.

“82, actually, I had Romanoff track them down and get a status update on them to make sure they’re safe. They are. Several have families now. I didn’t tell Romanoff who it was who freed them, just told her it was an anonymous agent.” Fury confirmed. You smiled to yourself at that, even though knowing Fury just on purpose let slip that he already knew all this information about you, that you’d already discussed this a long time ago. Still, he continued. “Then they found out what you were doing.”

“That’s right.”

“What did they do to you, Y/N?” He asked. This was the hardest part. It always was, even back then. It took several hours for you to admit everything to Fury from that hospital bed, and while you were stronger now, more mentally healed, being able to tell your team bits and pieces over the years, dropping it all at your feet right now was just as hard as it was back then.

“They turned me into their experiment. I’d freed several of their guinea pigs, so all those tests that were prepped for them was used on me, all at once… it hurt. A lot. Sometimes I’ll still feel the needles, the incisions, the burning, the effects like when it was really happening, even years later. After they were done, those did their usual torture techniques- I later found out it was the exact same techniques they used on James to break him. Eventually, the effects of the experiments showed. Some were a failure, but some succeeded… its how I ended up like this.” You expressed, pulling the old coin Steve had given you long ago, letting it float in your fingers, before you placed the coin on the bed, and hugged yourself. “With the healing factor… the torture became worse… knowing they could rip me apart and I’d grow it back and be ready for the next round in just a few hours… there was no point to it. No end goal. They were just punishing me for what I did. For crossing them… I think they probably had goals of breaking me like James and making me another weapon, but that was several years down the line… several more years until I broke.”

“But that didn’t happen. Because we raided the base and found you there.” Fury finished, and you nodded, only now feeling the salt in your mouth from your tears, sniffing and trying to rub away the tears, your whole body shaking. “And despite it all, you still wanted to do the right thing, and decided to become an official agent for us, and eventually an Avenger. The only person you’ve told exactly what happened to you to being me, since it only matters that I know the full story, until now.” Fury moved from leaning against the wall, walking over and standing in front of you, resting a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry you’ve had to relive that experience to prove your innocence and loyalty to your team. Hill is waiting outside, she’ll drive you home. You take as much time as you need to heal from this again. I’ll handle the team and make sure they don’t cause more damage.”

“What about Rumlow?” You asked.

“I’ll make sure he pays for what he did to both Barnes, and you, everyone else he’s harmed. He isn’t seeing the light of day for the rest of his life, I promise. You’ve done good kid, now go rest.” He told you. The door opened, Hill stepping inside. You silently walked to her, head low as she guided you out, passed your silent team who stared at you, not even knowing what to say as Hill escorted you out. When you were out of the room, Fury stepped out the cell, looking pointedly at the team.

“You knew this the entire time?” Natasha asked.

“That I did. I know all your secrets, and it never should have happened that I had to expose Y/N’s biggest secret, especially like that!” He snapped at them, making several flinch. “Why would you believe Rumlow in a situation like this? In the middle of an interrogation? When he is known for being good at causing inner conflict in the team, pitting people against each other, and getting into people’s heads. The second he tried to put attention on an agent who you knew had a history with HYDRA- especially one which involves torture and trauma- you should have shut him up, not heard him out!”

“We know. We’re sorry.” Tony apologised.

“Not me you should be apologising to, Stark.” Fury reminded. Everyone at that point looked like a kicked puppy, heads low, uncomfortable, but mostly upset and disturbed at what they’d heard. “Do not, and I repeat, do NOT, go and bother Y/N, they were talk to you when they’re ready. They don’t trust you right now, and I don’t blame them. I’m temporarily taking them off the Avenger’s initiative until they feel like they can work with you again. In the meantime, you lot better think of the best way to make up for all of this for when they decide to come back.”

“IF, they come back.” Thor corrected.

“I would say if, but I know them. Like stated in there, they still want to do good and help SHIELD. They’ll come back, it might not be back to the Avengers, but they’ll come back to SHIELD at least.” Fury told them. “Now stop moping around and deal with Rumlow- and don’t believe a word he says unless you can fact-check!” He ordered. The team nodded, forcing themselves back into work mode, and trying to continue with their work, even if they were all haunted, though now they were a lot more angry at the smug man in the interrogation room.

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smut-things · 10 months

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Holy shit this request is old but hey I'm finally getting to it

ᰔ𝐌𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬ᰔ

Amab reader peeps!

I feel like he'd be a very romantic lover both in and out of bed

Deep, passionate thrusts with a bit too much lube

A 69 with him would be amazing because he would lick all the right spots on your dick and balls if your not cut

Definitely has a few safewords in place bc you or him may need a break

At random times he'll just stop everything he's doing and kiss you

I feel like he would have a thing for your natural scent, depending on his mood this can end up in a long night or cuddling

So idk how to write atm but I'll edit it when I get more ideas for him

#mihawk x y/n #mihawk smut #op mihawk #one piece #mihawk headcanons #hawkeye mihawk #woohoo #yippee #x male reader smut

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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"Thanks for having us on your farm, Clint. I know you must have more than enough mouths to feed already." Y/N and Ikaris had been invited to Clint's farm for three weeks and it gave Y/N time to spend with his older brother, Pietro, who has begun something with the archer.

Clint smiles as he looks at him. "No problem, kid. I'm glad to have more people around here. Means I won't have to kill your annoying brother." Clint said as he stacked some hay bales.

"Remind me again why you fell for Pietro when all you do is argue and tease each other?"

"Because he's got a really nice butt. And he looks so good when he cum—"

"—Okay, that's enough information." Y/N frowns as Clint chuckles. "Looks like Ikaris is getting into the spirit here on the farm." He pointed to the Eternal dressed in black boots and a cowboy hat with blue jeans.

"Wow... He's... He's..."

"Ride 'em cowboy, my brother." Pietro said as he suddenly appeared, giggling as he looked at Ikaris.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #ikaris x male reader #ikaris #richard madden #Richard Madden x male reader #mcu eternals #clint barton #hawkeye #quicksilver #aaron taylor johnson #jeremy renner #hawksilver #Clint x Pietro #Clint Barton x Pietro Maximoff #Hawkeye x Quicksilver #farm boy

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beanxemily · 2 years

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Y/n: I thought it was funny.

Kate: Of course you think it's funny. You started laughing at a funeral because you remembered a meme you saw on Facebook.

Y/n: I still think it's funny

#female reader #gender neautral reader #male reader #gn reader #male.#female #incorrect mcu quotes #marvel #x female reader #x male reader #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #hawkeye

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teaaagan · 11 months

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Wall

Kate: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

Kate: *punches wall*

Y/N: ...

Kate: ...

Kate: Take me to the hospital

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marvels-bitch-boy · 9 months

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The Pizza Boy

Kate Bishop x Ftm reader:

Masterlist

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Kate Bishop doesn’t understand why you -the pizza delivery boy who works below her- continues to give her a free pie every Wednesday after your shift ends. It confuses her to no end. I mean she doesn’t see why you do it if you don’t even talk to her. You always leave it at her door with no note and it’s never the same pizza two weeks in a row.

Now to be fair there is a possibility it wasn’t you, she never actually saw you leave the pies, but you did always smile at her from the register when she walked by.

After about two months of this, she decided she wanted evidence of who pizza-hood was -her friends coined the name not her-. She watched through the peephole around the time she believed the drops would happen. Much to her surprise, you walked up the stairs bundled in a few jackets and a beanie with a pizza in hand and a content face as you placed the box on her doormat.

Eventually, she got up the courage to leave a few notes on her door for you.

Thanks for the pies ;)

Soon they evolved into really bad pizza puns

I’m going to guess your name is on a Knead-to Know basis -K.B

Hoping I don’t seem like a weird-dough -K.B

These pies are here today, gone tomato -K.B

Hope you cheesed the day (that was super bad I’m sorry) -K.B

She could see every time you read them and she could see the small smile that would creep at the corners of your lips. It slowly became one of the things she looked forward to every week.

—

After a spat with her mom, she was on her way home when she saw that you were working a later shift so she saw no harm in stopping by to say hi…that “hi” turned into a two-hour-long conversation on varying topics and ended with her behind the counter while you stepped out to deliver a pizza a few blocks away to an apartment of drunk college kids. When you came back she was sitting on the counter playing a game on her phone.

“Wow!” you fake gasped “and here I thought I could trust you to watch this fine establishment while I stepped out!” you gestured around the barren pizza shop and turned back to her with a smirk that paired well with your furrowed brows “And you’re on your phone!”

“You can so trust me! I promise!” she placed her phone down as she stared at you “Look it’s away, you and this gourmet restaurant have my full attention”

You laughed and before you knew it your shift was over, which meant that your evening with Kate was cut short. Right as you were leaving she stopped you and seemed to be pulling up some courage before she asked you a question that surprisingly to her you had never been asked before.

“Can I get your number?...” she paused for a second “It’s just to play games together, in case you get bored” she finished with a small smile and you exchanged phones with a smile gracing your lips.

“Hope I get bored soon then…” you hand her phone back and say good night before making your way to the subway.

—

She started to stop in more and talk with you. You actually took more late shifts just so you made sure to catch her. Still dropping a pizza off every Wednesday for her.

One night you saw someone in a ninja costume carrying a dog run past the shop. Then a while later two vans with mean-looking tracksuit guys who looked as greasy as your pizzas began yelling and throwing stuff at her windows. You and your bosses all went out to get them to leave. You began shouting as loud as you can for them to fuck off and heard Kate yell from the window something along the lines of “DON’T FUCK WITH HIM!” but quickly was interrupted when a molotov cocktail was thrown at her. You decided that was the last straw and grabbed the nearest thing…which was a bird scooter. You chucked it at one of the guys. It didn’t go far… You didn’t see Kate after the fight and your stomach was in knots at the fact that you hadn’t heard from her.

—

You didn’t see kate for a few days after the fire, eventually she came back but she seemed to arrive home late and wouldn’t stop in. You decided to leave her a pizza and a note, and when that didn’t work you texted her and then when that didn’t work…you knocked on her door. She answered looking very tired and disheveled but soon very embarrassed and startled when she noticed it was you. You let out a small giggle at her reaction as she let you in, and waited while she went to get changed for a moment. You took this time to look around her apartment, it was filled with purple and was a lot bigger than anything you could afford. Once she was back you two sat on her couch and began talking.

“Okay, so…are you doing okay? I mean last week was crazy, those guys burning this place up and everything, what happened?” you were met with a mix of emotions on her face. She looked like she was trying to hold in a smile but also stop herself from crying. She took a deep breath and began to answer each question you gave.

Your eyes went wide trying to process all the information and events that she was describing to you but then she started talking about you… wait you? She was using words like cute and sweet which made you smile a little as she started to ramble and quickly ended with “so yeah, that’s been the last month” for a moment you just sat in shock with your mouth hanging open and your eyes wide.

Suddenly you stood up and looked at her, then slowly smiled. She looked confused and matched your smile. ”so….you think I’m cute?” you smirked at her like you’ve never done before.

She quickly realized what she said “No! I mean you are but like- like in a friend way…I mean don’t you call all your friends cute?” You had already reached the door of her apartment.

“Nope, no take-backs!” and with that, you slipped out.

—

The two of you began to get closer as time passed. She invited you to hang out a lot and meet her friends, you invited her to meet yours. You can’t remember who or how it started but at some point, your little banter and jokes took a more flirtatious turn. Soon you’d catch yourself staring at her from across the room, waiting for her to text you goodnight before you fell asleep, looking for any excuse to hold her hand while you two were together. It didn’t help that she flirted back and never pulled away from you while you touched each other. You didn’t know if she was comfortable dating a trans dude, hell you hadn’t even told her you were trans. You decided that was the first thing you should do, then you needed to figure out if you should get over her or eventually tell her how you felt. You decided to tell her after going to a concert together and felt it was the right time, you walked her to her door and asked if you could use the bathroom to which she happily agreed when you got out she was sitting on her couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a second cup on the counter for you. You joined her and you two began talking and eventually, you stopped the conversation and started to get more serious “so..um Kate, there was something I um- I wanted to talk to you about actually”

she shifted slightly to face you more and placed her mug down. “There actually was something I wanted to talk about too…” she didn’t really look at you instead of focusing on her hands in front of her.

“Mines bigger, I really need to tell you because I don’t know how you’d feel after I tell-”

she cuts you off “-I like you”

your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped slightly

“a lot actually, I didn’t know how to tell you-” next you cut her off

“-I’m trans”

She now did a double blink and took a sharp breath in. Your mind was racing and suddenly you became aware of all the weapons she had in her apartment and you just shot up and grabbed your jacket and began to apologise repeatedly as you walked to the door, she attempted to stop you but you were out the door before she could even reach you.

Your phone was buzzing like a hex bug as you walked down the street. You checked and saw the screen become filled up with texts from Kate and you didn’t want to know what she was saying, you silenced your phone and shoved it in your pocket. You had already lost friends because of your transition and you didn’t want to prolong the pain. You knew in the back of your mind that she wasn’t like that but you still had those lingering thoughts the ones that where telling you the moment you told her, her feelings for you were gone. That the second the words had left your mouth that any chance you had with her went up in a puff of smoke. You knew you should have stayed. You knew you should have sat and talked, but the fear just erupted like a geyser and you ran.

As you got onto the subway you saw a young kid on the other side of the car with a few pride pins. You smiled to yourself at how happy they seemed to be whenever they looked at them. The car pulled up to a stop and a mid-size group of boys who appeared to be around the age of 17-19 got on. They were laughing and joking around and as soon as one of them saw the pins they began mocking the kid.

“Get a load of this freak!” One of them motioned to his friends and they all began laughing. “What? You couldn’t slack it with the girls?” You warily watched the situation and listened in on high alert. “What exactly do you have down there? I mean are you one of those freaks with both?” His buddy that wreaked of liquor -so much that you could smell it from the other side of the car- moved closer to the kid and chuckled “Why don’t you let us take a look? Wouldn’t hurt anyone” The fear that became present in the kids' eyes ignited something in you. You shot up like a bullet and made your way in between the boys and the kid as fast as you could.

“Trust me. It would hurt alot” you grabbed his wrist that had come up while he moved. You faced the rest of the group that had begun chuckling at you. “Mind your business dude” The one whose wrist you had, yanked it out of your grasp and looked mad. You didn’t back down, you seemed to have adrenaline pumping through you like a rushing river. “This is my business, so back off” You spoke through gritted teeth and didn’t break eye contact. “Why don’t you make us since you seem so set on protecting this freak” he pushed at you and his buddies chimed in with encouragement. You attempted to protest but he went to hit you in the gut and you seemed to fold under the force.

The cold floor that your hands landed on felt as unstable as a high schooler's mental state after taking 4 AP classes. Struggling to get up you felt another blow hit your face and the sound of the train became fuzzy. You attempted to get up but one of the guys kicked your wrist and you went down once again. The adrenaline started to course through your veins, instead of jumping up and attempting to fight more you kicked at his knee and to his groin which sent him to the ground as well. The car stopped and the doors opened. This was your chance and you took it. Dashing out of the subway and hopping the turnstyle. Your face was bloody and cut, the cold air of the night felt like an antiseptic on your skin. Seeing what stop you had gotten off at you saw the way home in your head and began walking. Coming across hundreds of college students piling in and out of bars and clubs. You’re only a few blocks away from your apartment but the fatigue of your injuries was starting to set in, your ribs felt like they had been twisted and broken like a wish bone. Stopping and sitting on the edge of the street only a few doors away from a club in which about five to seven drunk college girls stumble out of, one of the more sober members of the group spots you hunched over with blood dripping from the side of your forehead. She grabs someone by the arm and forces a water bottle out of their hand. Now about four girls are standing around you as they help try to clean the blood off you in a half-drunken mess. One girl had cried when you told them you got beat up, the other looked you dead in the eyes and said in a slurred jumble “I will kill them…do you want me to?” this made you laugh as they kept pulling out tissues from their bags and soaked up the blood and water. After they successfully wipe all the blood up and you have tissues sticking to your face like they were glued on, you stood up and gave them a few hugs and the sober one wanted to walk you home but you insisted you would be fine.

Reaching your apartment you pushed the door open and felt your phone buzz once again. You finally took a look at it as you locked the door and placed your keys down. It was messages and calls from Kate. You put it down and don’t look back at it. Going instead to your bed and flopping onto it like a dead fish. Tonight was not what you had expected. This was the farthest thing from what you had in your mind.

—

You had called your bosses and told them what happened, taking the next week off after your doctor told you to not work for two weeks due to the concussion you suffered. They understood, your shifts were covered and you were resting now. You stayed at home and barely went out. A few of your friends would take you to the park for a picnic every so often but you’d usually leave early. Your phone would ring around the same time each day. It was Kate. Being too scared to talk with her again you never answered, she would text you as well. It was about ten days into your rest and there was a knock at your door. You checked the peep hole and saw her. Her jet black hair was wavy as she stood there. She was picking at her nails as she waited, she radiated a nervous energy. You hesitated over the door knob. She spoke up through the door “I know you’re home… Marco told me, can we please just talk?” the way she spoke tug on your heart and you slowly opened the door. Not fully, just enough to fit your body in the way. “Marco needs to learn about peoples privacy,” your jab at your boss made her smile. God, you couldn’t say no to her “Come on in…” opening it more and moving out of the way just enough for her to fit through. You locked the door and the two of you slowly walked through your cramped apartment.

“So… it’s a nice place” you give her a curt nod, you know its small. After seeing how big her place was and learning where she grew up, this was like a closet for her. “Um– do you need some water? Or a coffee?” you adjust the hoodie you were wearing, suddenly you became self conscious of how you looked infront of her.

“No, I’m okay…” she took a breath “what happened?-” she gestured to your face “if you don’t mind telling me” you lowered your head and cleared your throat. Attempting to avoid her eyes you spoke “I um… -kinda got my ass handed to me” you moved and leaned against your kitchen counter. “What um- what did you want to talk about?” the cold from the countertop helped your sweaty palms as you awaited her response. She looked at you with a mix of emotions and searched your eyes “Kinda thought that maybe the last time we talked would be a good start”

You dreaded this conversation everytime. You feared it everytime, there was never really any way to get rid of the fear. Sometimes it would lessen over time. “Yeah, I um… I’m trans” she looked at you with slight shock. She had heard you say it before but it was cemented in her mind now. “I don’t care…-I mean I do care, but not like that! Obviously I’m fine with you being a girl and whatever you do to be comfortable and I’ll stick by you through thi–” you cut her off when you heard what she said “Wait, no- I’m sorry I’m not a girl. I’m a man!” she looked at you surprised and her eyes seemed like they would pop out of their eyes. “What?” she thought for a moment before she covered her mouth in horror. “I’m so sorry! Oh my god! I thought-” she was cut off this time by your laughter. This was the first time you had been mistaken for male to female. You couldn’t keep your laughter in. She yelled at you as you doubled over with laughter “Stop it!- You’re such a jerk!” she goes over and hits you lightly, as she does it she slowly starts to laugh too.

“I just-” she see her laughing and it makes you laugh even more “I never- ooo give me a second-” you grabbed your ribs that were still slightly sore “I never expected this” you held onto each other for support as your reactions became a melting pot of emotions and mixed together. After awhile you both sat on the couch and talked it over. You told her you were fine with any questions she had. She had alot. They weren’t even intrusive, more curious about this side of you. You answered her truthfully and it felt like she was getting to know who you truly were. After a moment of silence you brought up the elephant in the room that seemed to hide behind a tree the entire night. “So, you like me?” You gave her a coy smile and she kept her gaze away from his eyes. “Cuz.. I um- well I think we need to talk about that” a faux humorless expression.

She rolled her eyes and sunk further into your couch. She hid her face from view and spoke through the pillow she was face planted in. You asked her to repeat herself with a playful tone. “I do like you…alot” you smirked at her “what? Come again” she hit you with the pillow and you once again started a small laughing fit as she pelted you. “Ah no! Hatecrime!!! Stop this is trans abuse!” She gasped at you and stopped “Really!? You’re pulling the trans card already!” you nodded at her victoriously. “It’s gonna be a regular occurrence, get ready” you lean in and kiss her lips softly “Because I really like you too… a lot” she smiles and the two of you spent the rest of the night together. Talking, kissing, and just being near each other.

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