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jojikawa · 2 years

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Could you do like yoru x shy reader x phoenix nsfw basically they try to make her flustered everytime they see her then they start competing to see who can make her more embarrassed until they have this fantastic idea to start touching her little things like touching her thighs or coming up from behind her and rubbing her back then they notice that she's rubbing her legs and then it goes from there

♡ Yoru x Shy!Fem!Reader x Phoenix ♡

TW// dubcon, love triangle, ass play, blowjob/deepthroating, manhandling, more.

“(Agent name)? She’s a quiet little thing, isn’t she?”

You got pretty nervous around the other agents. Especially the guys, Yoru and Phoenix. They always tried to one-up each other in every instance.

You thought they were both cute and you hoped that maybe one day, one of them would be interested in you. Since you were too shy to socialize with them, you lived vicariously through their rivalry.

Some days you’d root for Yoru. For others, Phoenix. It was all fine and dandy in your comfort zone when after an intense mission, the boys began to argue.

Seeing them bicker back and forth wouldn’t have caused you to foresee what it would flourish into. For the first time, they asked for…a third-party opinion!

You were putting your equipment in your locker when the duo first approached you. The rush of anxiety you felt when saw their shadows engulf you.

“Yoo, (a/n)!” You knew that voice. It was Phoenix!

You turned around to see the fiery man with a playfully look on his face and an annoyed Yoru with his arms crossed standing next to him.

“Oh, hey.” You tried your best to keep a cool expression as they talked and not smile like an idiot!

“Yoru and I were having a friendly competition here, yeah? I bet him that he couldn’t get more headshots than me. The problem is that I lost track because I got so many, but I know it was more than him.” Phoenix chuckled, knowing exactly how to word his statements to get under Yoru’s skin.

It worked and Yoru narrowed his eyes at his counterpart. “You idiot. You lose count but say you win without knowing the facts. I know for sure I got more than you.” Yoru then took out his butterfly comb to adjust his hair.

“U-Um.” You sweatdropped. You knew how this would end. You would need to choose between them.

“Tell us who won!” They yelled in unison. Your heart was about to burst from anxiety when Skye had come between them. She seemed annoyed.

“Can’t you two dills tell you’re making her nervous? Go on, piss off!” She shoo’d the two of them away and the boys quickly left. Probably to the shooting range.

“What? ‘Making her nervous’?” You heard Phoenix repeat as he left. “I just asked a question!”

“Thanks.” You exhaled, finally putting yourself at ease. How would you be able to survive working if you were so easily flustered by some guys?

Little did you know, the two men in question didn’t always use to be like this. Their primal instincts have taken over and most of the things they fight about come from trying to impress you.

More and more than bothered you with their petty games until Phoenix got the idea to get Jett in on it. They thought that if you admitted who you liked more, that would be the end of it.

“There is no way she would agree to something so stupid.” Yoru scolded them and Jett only laughed.

Phoenix then said, “Buuuut what if someone else asks her!?”

The idea seemed good on paper but now it just needed to be executed. Jett asked you to come out with her to the cafeteria for some girl time and you accepted. Maybe it would help you open up more!

“So, what did you want to do?” You asked her as you examined some of the fresh fruit that had been set out for the agents.

“I just wanted to talk more. I still know barely anything about you!” She said, taking a seat on a bar stool. “I wanted to try getting to know you better because you seem super cool.”

You smiled kindly. “Aw, thanks.” You replied. “What did you wanna know?”

You talked a while with Jett. Since things were one on one, you could open up with no problem! Little did you know, a nosey Yoru and Phoenix were nearby, eavesdropping!

The remainder of the day was relatively normal until the next day.

You had woken up on your own and not by Brimstone yelling at you, so you knew it was another off-day. You went to the cafeteria to get breakfast where you had been greeted by everyone else…except for Phoenix and Yoru.

You were hoping you’d see them today but it’s fine. You knew you’d see them again at some point.

You let the other agents get their breakfast first before getting your own and in the middle of fixing your breakfast, the two men entered. You hadn’t noticed at first but then you felt a presence behind you.

A big hand grabbed your ass. You almost yelped before turning around to see who you were met with. It was Yoru!

You blushed madly at the realization. “Y-Yoru…”

His facial expression didn’t change at all. He barely even reacted to you as well. “My bad.”

“I-It’s fine.”

Seconds later, you felt another presence approach you.

“Aye! Good morning, (y/n). Good to see you!” You knew that English accent anywhere.

Phoenix gave you a close hug. You weren’t able to move your arms at all but you could feel his hands wander down your back all the way down to your bottom.

You didn’t know what to say or do but it wasn’t something that was unwelcoming. You liked the contact and it was from your favorite person…people.

Things only got more intense when you had gotten alone with them. It was almost like they were having a contest of who could make you the most flushed with romantic gestures.

It was a little fucked up but you didn’t have a boyfriend so…yeah?

“W-Why are you doing this…?!” You whimpered with your eyes shut. Yoru had you against the wall with his body pressed to you. You could feel his breath against your neck. You hoped he would kiss you or something but he would only stay there. He was so pushy!

“Not smooth at all.” And Phoenix was just…watching!

“Tell me who you like more,” Yoru commanded. Before you could answer, he pulled himself off of you and pushed you into Phoenix. He caught you with your back to him. Hands-on waist and his torso against your back.

“I-I don’t know who I like more…you’re both really cool.” You tried not to seem too nervous but you were failing miserably. You were the closest to Yoru you had ever been in your life and now you were so close to Phoenix. They had been touching you inappropriately as well. Clearly, they had some interest in you but why so suddenly?

You couldn’t help but enjoy the contact. Phoenix was playing with your ass while Yoru groped your breasts. You never knew them to be such savages. They didn’t even ask you first but…you liked it.

You instinctively rubbed your inner thighs together as you stood there. Your core was heating up and making itself present. You want so badly for one of their hands to just brush you there—even by accident!

“There’s someone. Who is it?” Yoru asked as they both ceased touching you. His eyes darted to your lower area where your thighs had been pressed together.

“Hmph.” Yoru’s face twisted as he laid eyes upon you and you could hear Phoenix chuckling behind you. He still had a grip on you. “Ph-Phoenix.” You tried to wiggle out but he just pulled you closer to him. You could feel his bulge.

“Nah, Nah, Nah. You’re not going anywhere until you admit you like me more than this guy, yeah?”

You then felt a hand grab you. It was Yoru again! He let his fingers rub your core. He seemed to be trying to see something. When he retracted his hand, he seemed to have gotten what he was looking for.

You blushed hard and moaned at the contact, surprising both of them. “Please…” You winced, squeezing your eyes shut.

Now, the two men began to feel bad. Bullying you like this wasn’t right. Your cunt was wet and soiling your panties. Perhaps, they could take things a step further.

Yoru had to admit that touching you did turn him on. He wanted to believe he was a breast kind of guy but seeing your thick thighs and fat ass really ignited the “alpha” in him. It really began to peeve him that Phoenix was mainly at your backside.

You were between them as they both kissed your neck. You felt both of their dicks pressing up against your breasts were bursting out of your shirt and into Yoru’s chest. It was only then he realized that he was so attracted to you. Phoenix felt the same way. It was why they would always come to you for validation and they enjoyed making you look small and submissive with their intimidation.

You could feel the wetness from both of them. Was this still about who you liked more? How did they even find out? The only person you told was…

…Jett.

Of course, she must’ve told them.

You couldn’t take this. The pressure of their bodies, the hot wetness leaking from all of you. It was like they were just enjoying your body for what it was. You pushed Yoru further away from you, taking in the man you who had his eyes glued to yours that Phoenix had in his hands. His eyes traveled up to meet yours and he couldn’t help but indulge in how cute of a face you had.

You kissed him, cupping his face with your hands. He grabbed your wrists once you made contact with him. You then felt Phoenix pull down the fabric of your bottoms.

“Gah~!” You yelped at the cold air hitting your ass but Yoru kept you firmly in place by holding your arms. Your core heated so violently that you had to clench your legs shut in pleasure as you felt the coldness replaced with something firm and warm. Burning.

Phoenix has his dick between your ass cheeks and he didn’t hesitate to rub himself on you. You began to feel so dirty as you felt his precum leaking all over your lower back and ass. You whimpered and mewled at the contact you were given and Yoru’s grip on you only tightened.

He took your wrists and held them with one hand, using his free one to unzip his pants. You visibly flinched at the sight you had to endure.

He was hard and you could see him bulging through his clothes. You knew exactly what he wanted from you.

He let go of your wrists and you held onto him as he pushed your head down as he whipped out his dick. It was hot and the tip was wet from the precum leaking out on his end as well.

Yoru pushed it up against your cheek, staining it with his cum. You wanted to feel how big it was in your mouth.

You meekly began to rub your tongue over it, making lewd swirls that made him grunt deeply. He tangled his fingers in your hair, forcing you onto him as he fucked your throat gently. Your legs began to shake as you felt Pheonix’s cock was no longer rubbing between your cheeks. You were very wet and now it was effortlessly rubbing on between your pussy lips like he was readying himself to push inside.

“It seems like she likes it to me.” You heard Phoenix remark behind you. He would tease you by just pushing the tip inside and nothing else.

Yoru grabbed your shirt and opened it up so that your breasts were hanging out. Now he could see them bounce and jiggle with his motions.

Without warning, Phoenix pushed himself into you. You yelped, causing pleasant vibrations on Yoru’s sensitive tip as he fucked your throat gently.

They pounded you, using you like a fleshlight for their own gain and pleasure.

Your mouth was full so they couldn’t even tell you were climaxing. They only knew by your attractive moans and cute gestures of you tensing up. It wasn’t long until you felt their loads filling you up on the inside.

They both pulled out, letting you recoup. Your legs were too weak and you immediately fell to the group. You wiped your mouth and swallowed Yoru’s cum as Phoenix’s dropped out of you. You were so exhausted when you hadn’t done any work.

They were still hard as well, especially at the sight of you in such a vulnerable state. It would be best if they took you to a more comfortable place like a bedroom to resume the lewd activities.

Dear Anon who requested this,

I'm sorry this took so long. I have felt very uninspired. I hope this is up to your standards. Thank you for requesting me!!

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therealteddybear-sry · 2 years

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hi sry if this is a little weird but if you need a break from write Be mine or you finish could you write a fic about bakugo turning into a dog (because a villain attacked him w/ an animal quirk) and the reader has to take care of him?

the more I think about this the weirder it seems so u do have to write it if you don’t want to

Don't worry it's not weird at all! thanks for giving me something to foucuse on other than my series and i was quite shocked that you knew about it. Thx for the request <3

Cuddle puppy <3

Bakugo x Fem! reader | fluff, slight angst idrk | this is my first time writing a fanfic so if it sucks be quiet | Basically Bakugo gets hit with a quirk that turns him into a puppy making him ditch your plans.

“Is this your place?” asked Mina pointing to the tall apartment building ahead. It wasn't unusual for Mina to walk with you as you live in the same area, though on this trip to your house your other friend Jiro came along.

“Awww look it’s a puppy” you and Mina cried in unison speed-walking towards it, Jiro following close behind.

“Ya know you can’t just pick up a stray and bring it home,” stated Jiro as Mina tried to pick up the feisty, baby golden Shepard.

“Uuuugh I know” whined mina “...but know someone who could keep it… here y/n!”

“What?” you stared dumbfoundedly as mina handed the puppy currently biting her uniform’s sleeve over to your arms. Bolting before you could refuse.

“See ya on Monday!” hollered Mina as she ran towards her house leaving you and Jiro in front of your apartment.

“Sorry but there's no way I'm keeping that,” said Jiro as she wandered off to the radio shop nearby -her primary intent of the trip here-

“I guess it’s just me and you little guy,” you sighed carrying the slightly less pissed small dog to your apartment.

Just a few steps away, a bright red sign attached to the building caught your eye ‘NO PETS’ astonished that you had never noticed it before. But before you could properly form a half-decent plan a thin, wrinkled, old, staff member waltzed out of the building. You had talked to this woman a few times before and you knew she despised animals, especially dogs, claiming they were “too loud”. Not wanting to get kicked out you hid behind a nearby bush, brain scattered you did the unthinkable. You shoved the poor dog down your shirt. and when the old hag had turned her back you bolted through the entrance and into an elevator. Fate had left you lucky enough to get into an empty elevator, though not wanting to take any risks you quietly apologized to the seemingly silent dog. Thankfully still feeling it breathing and occasionally adjusting itself reassured you that you hadn't crushed it. After what felt like an eternity of awkwardly slightly getting your chest nipped and praying no one else gets on, you finally landed on your floor dashing through the hallway you stopped at 307, your apartment, and yours only. Your parents died in a villain accident many years ago so you are used to living alone, though the thought of finally having something living that can feel and display love made you feel happier. Gently shutting and locking the door behind you, taking off your red tie you scoop into your white button-down and pull out the puppy now realizing how messy it had gotten you. Dragging yourself and the dirt-engulfed raging fur ball to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Once you got the bath water to a decent temperature and amount of bubbles to not wreck your uniform further you started getting undressed. Even if it is just a dog you were not indecent enough to get naked instead you just left for a second to change into a swimsuit. Clearly not impressed with previously being suffocated between your bust, when you returned in your f/c bikini the deviant of a dog pounced into the full bathtub leaving you covered in water and suds. This along with the earlier actions displaying this puppies personality you decided on what to name him, “ya’ know you remind me of my friend Bakugo” you huffed “but since it’d be weird to give you his actual name I’ll call you Katsu instead!” you’ve had a crush on Bakugo since day one and the closest you two ever gotten was being accepted into the bakusquad where he just barley tolerated you. You continued to muter to yourself not realizing how tranquil the dog had gotten after being given his name. Once the seemingly now calmed dog was washed and dried the ash-blonde dog sat there cozied up in your lap as you watched f/s when an ad popped up for pet supplies. That’s when it dawned on you, how could you keep a dog if you didn't have any food or, really anything on the matter. I mean you used dish soap to wash the poor thing! Thankfully, after rummaging around your apartment's room you had found a purse big enough for the dog to fit comfortably, as you slid through the building and out the front doors without being caught. Finally reaching the pet store you got just a few cheaper necessities being short on cash at the moment, food (you could use bowls at home), collar, leash, a small baggie of treats, and you thought maybe a toy or two would be nice. While you were deciding on either a rubber bone or one of those tugging rope thingies when a man tapped you on the shoulder. Sightly startled, you turn around instantly absorbed into his golden yellow eyes

“uh, excuse me,” he said smiling, one hand grasping the back of his neck “but what is your name?”

“Oh! It’s y/n!” you cheerfully stated.

“What a beautiful name,” you couldn't help but blush “though could I call you mine instead?” This comment leaving you visibly flustered making him smile as you tried to find a way to say you were not interested without coming across as rude, you then realized you didn't have to as Katsu already hopped from your bag bitting the hemming of the left leg of his pants, too small to really do anything.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry” you frantically apologized as you picked up the wriggling dog still trying to attack the stranger.

“Tch whatever maybe try to learn how to control your pets.” the man bluntly stated. Embarrassed you checked everything out and walked back to the apartment muttering under your breath. Back at the apartment you couldn't help but get rather annoyed at the puppy and it seemed he looked almost guilty. Dinner consisted of instant ramen and binging f/s while katsu sat there unsure of what to do. Should he give you space to snuggle next to you? You noticed how the dog was just standing there unsure yourself of what to do, you pat the cushion next to you inviting him to sit there. Katsu gladly obliged and lied his fluffy head on your thigh, ecstatic you weren't still mad at him. After hours of telling yourself one more episode, you finally checked the time. It was 2 am. Regret seeping into your tired body you carefully picked up the sleeping dog and walked to your bedroom. Where you gently placed him facing your back as you lay beside him unaware the quirk only lasts twelve hours. You felt the dog sift a bit as you were seconds away from drifting into your own slumber too, tired to notice the dog had wrapped his arms around you resting his head in the crook of your neck. Spooning you and whispering faint mumbles of I love you y/n. Mindlessly you whispered back I love you too Bakugo, thinking this was just a dream. Bakugo contently hummed to himself imagining how your face would look seeing him in your bed in the morning and how glad he was that this happened. I mean he got to see you half naked and have you all to himself for an afternoon.

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louiseleblancdiggory · 4 years

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omg can u write a second part to that secret rowaelin / aelins birthday party one shot, I NEED to know how that continues.. and maybe another one shot from when they realised that they're not actual just fuckbuddys but in love ahhhh I love this AU and u writing is so GOOD

I’m so glad you like it!! I was planning on writing the Halloween scene, so I feel like this will end up being a small AU maybe? Like I’ll write the main parts of their story? Who knows. But I will definitely post the Halloween scene and the scene from when things changed... For now, here’s how explaining to their friends went

This is the part one. You really need to read it to understand what’s going on in this scene.

Birthday revelations

Aelin was frozen.

She was staring wide eyed at all of her friends standing in her living room. Their faces were the picture of astonishment and disbelief. She knew she should go up to them and explain everything but this isn’t how she had planned it out, so she merely snuggled closer to Rowan, his arms tightening around her.

They were so fucked.

“What the actual fuck?” Lysandra said, her voice a mix of perplexity and slight betrayal. “You two… But.. How? When?”

“Aelin, you fucking snake.” Manon said, but Aelin could see the humor gleaming on her eyes and that her smile was genuine. She seemed like the only one not completely pissed. Even Elide looked a little betrayed.

“Bro, you’re banging my cousin?” Aedion’s face contorted with disgust when he looked at Aelin’s bare legs and undoubtedly saw the handprints. Vaughan gave him a slap on the back of his head.

“Aedion, please.” Yrene said, her voice calm but her face a mask of shock as everyone else. “Let them recompose themselves. They obviously weren’t expecting us.”

“What are you all doing here?” Rowan finally said, even though it was obvious what they were doing here.

“What are we doing here? What are you doing here, Rowan?” Fenrys replied, crossing his arms. When Rowan opened his mouth again, Fen raised a hand dramatically. “Don’t answer that truthfully. I don’t want details.”

Aelin’s cheeks were on fire, and Rowan’s arms hugged her a little more tightly.

“Can you guys it down so we can explain?” She said, her voice steady despite how fast her heart was beating.

She didn’t want it to be like this, neither did Rowan. They wanted to sit them all down and explain everything on their terms. Rowan wanted to talk privately with Aedion, and Aelin sure as hell didn’t want Lysandra feeling as if she didn’t trust her. And now they had waited too long and everything went to shit.

Each one of their friends found a place to sit. Manon was sitting on Dorian’s lap, Yrene and Chaol by their side on the sofa. Nehemia and Asterin were on the loveseat, Nehemia’s arm tucking Asterin close. Fenrys and Connall each sat on one of the loveseat’s armrest, Vaughan standing behind Connall.

Lorcan, Gavriel, Sartaq, Nesryn, Borte and Ren took up the chairs by the table. Lorcan pulled a stiff Elide to sit on his lap, whispering something in her ear that made her relax a little.

Lysandra and Aedion remained where they were, arms crossed.

Rowan nudged Aelin forward and they approached everyone. He sat down on an armchair, taking Aelin with him. She could have sworn Aedion flinched at that.

Rowan started to make soothing circles on her thigh, and she held one of his hands with both of hers, sweeping her fingers over his knuckles. Despite it all, Rowan seemed calm. He was lazily leaning on the armchair, completely content to hold his girlfriend on his lap, play with her thigh and tell all of her friends and her cousin how he had been sleeping with her behind their backs.

“So, you guys are banging.” Asterin broke the silence.

Borte snorted. “Obviously. The girl looks like she just got railed, so unless they play some very wild type of boardgames in her room while in the dark, yes, they are banging.”

“Borte, for the love of god.” Nesryn murmured at the same time Sartaq said, “Borte, shut the fuck up.”

Rowan sighed, deeply and suffering. “Yes, we are…”

“Banging.” Nehemia added.

“Can we please stop using the word ‘bang’?” Chaol muttered.

“Pardon.” Nehemia looked at him impatiently. “Fucking, then.”

Chaol rolled his eyes and Aelin couldn’t help but snort.

“How?” Dorian asked, his voice dripping disbelief. After Lys, Dorian was probably the person who heard Aelin complaining about Rowan the most.

Despite herself, Aelin found herself saying, “You want to know how we fuck?”

Rowan, Vaughan, Manon and Asterin were the only ones that laughed.

“I thought you hated each other.” Fen said, his brows furrowing.

“They did. I remember High School junior Aelin running after Rowan with a knife with the full intent of killing him.” Connall looked at his brother. “Unless they’re together since then and that was some type of kink.”

“Please, I don’t want to know Aelin’s kinks.” Ren looked pained.

“Please, I don’t want to know about Rowan’s kinks either.” Lorcan added, but his voice was full of humor. The asshole must have been finding this whole situation hilarious.

“Stop using Aelin, Rowan and kinks in the same sentence for the love of god.” Aedion pleaded.

“Let them explain.” Gavriel, always the voice of reason, interrupted.

“It started on Halloween.” She started only to be then interrupted by Aedion.

“You guys have been together for six months and told no one?” His eyes widened. “Oh my god. It was when I told Lin to stay in the apartment, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, and we haven’t been together for six months.” Aelin could feel Rowan losing his patience as he explained their situation. “We slept together six months ago, but it wasn’t anything important. It was just sex then.”

“But not anymore?” Elide asked, her voice low. Something glinted on her eyes.

“That’s impossible. A relationship between them is unbelievable.” Chaol snorted and Aelin felt Rowan’s hand tightening on her leg.

“No.” Aelin shrugged, losing her patience just like Rowan. She could understand them feeling hurt because neither Aelin nor Rowan had told them anything, but acting like her relationship with Rowan was wrong made her stomach turn. “We fucked around a bit. Months, actually. We couldn’t stand each other when we weren’t fucking in the beginning, it was honestly just sex. We didn’t feel like telling anyone because once it ended, we didn’t want things to get awkward. We didn’t want the jokes, or suggestions that we should just date. It was easy and simple and telling other people would make it too real.”

Surprisingly, Lorcan, Nesryn and Connall nodded. Fenrys relaxed, and even Borte was smiling at them the way Manon had since the beginning.

“Lys and Aedion had just started dating then, and they spent most nights in our apartment, so I would come here to see Ace. In the first few nights I would arrive, we would fuck and I would leave. Slowly I started coming earlier and we would eat something. I would spend the night and we would grab breakfast together. We became friends.” Rowan shrugged.

“So you two are fuck buddies?” Ren asked.

“No, things changed two months ago after an… incident.” Aelin said and Rowan squeezed her thigh. Aelin didn’t have to look back to know he was fighting a smile. “But then we didn’t know how to tell you guys that we had been fucking for four months and told no one. Ro thought it was better for the two of us to just sit down and tell everyone at once.”

“Ace thought it would be better if she talked to the girls and I talked to the guys.” Rowan finished for her. The tension from her body had vanished, and she was completely resting her back against Rowan’s chest.

“We discussed it for a month and decided to go with Ro’s idea. But then spring break came and everyone went off to somewhere else. We decided to tell when everyone was back. We were going to do it this week after my birthday but you guys came here today.”

“So, basically, you guys have been together for six months. One way or another.” Vaughan asked and Aelin and Rowan nodded.

“Hum, good for you.” Manon said, looking at Aelin. Nehemia, Yrene and Asterin nodded, a small smile playing on their lips.

“Is that why you almost kicked me out of here earlier?” Lys asked, genuinely curious. She didn’t look as pissed as she had in the beginning.

“No. I didn’t even know Ro was coming until I opened the door an hour ago.” She sat up, crossing her legs. Rowan shifted slightly to accommodate her on his lap, his hands now on her hips. “I just didn’t want you to ditch a night with your boyfriend to stay home with me.”

Lys nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. Aelin didn’t fool herself in thinking that Lys wasn’t hurt about her silence, but it was good to know her best friend wasn’t majorly pissed.

“So he’s your boyfriend?” Aedion asked her, but his eyes were on Rowan.

Rowan’s voice was hard when he replied for her. “Yes.”

The room was silent until Manon started laughing. And then Yrene, Nehemia and Asterin. Borte and Nesryn cackled, and Lys and Elide shared a knowing smile. The men only grunted.

“Pay up, assholes.” Elide said.

“What?” Rowan and Aelin said in unison.

“Sophomore year of High School Elide said the two of you would end up together at some point. The tension would just build up to a point that the two of you would either cut all ties or would fuck.” Lorcan grunted, taking out his wallet. “The girls agreed with her. The men said you guys would simply start ignoring each other after college. We bet a hundred and fifty each. We would get the money and split so it’s equal to everyone in each team.”

Aelin’s jaw fell. Rowan sat up then, eyes narrowing. “You have a bet of six years on us?”

“Yes.” Elide replied, happily. “And although me and Ms. Galathynius over there will have a chat about your relationship later, I can’t say I’m sad about going home tonight a hundred and eighty seven bucks richer.”

“You have a bet of six years on whether or not we would bang?” Rowan repeated, dumbfounded.

“I thought we agreed to stop using the word bang.” Chaol said.

“Yeah, bro, it’s fuck.” Connall nodded solemnly as he handed his money to Asterin.

“And who says we only have one?” Manon chirped, counting the money Dorian had painfully given to her.

“I hate every single one of you.” Aelin grunted, resting against Rowan’s chest again. She could feel his body shaking with laughter and had to bite her own lip to fight a smile.

“You hate me? I’m a hundred and fifty poorer and my best friend is banging my cousin. This can’t get worse.”

“You’ll have to see them together every day now. And when Aelin spends the night on your apartment or Rowan isn’t home, you’ll know exactly what’s happening.” Fenrys said, his tone helpful.

Aedion merely groaned.

Aelin turned and gave Rowan a quick kiss, getting up to talk to the girls privately. Rowan gave her ass a playful slap, and she heard Aedion groan again. One look at Rowan and he was smiling like a fiend.

Oh he was going to have fun torturing Aedion.

Aelin spent the rest of the night apologizing for her silence and telling her friends what the last six months had been like. She had a feeling Rowan was doing the same with the guys, but probably with a lot less detail if Aedion hadn’t thrown up on the floor yet.

“You’ll have to make up for it.” Elide said, but she didn’t seem pissed. “We understand why you didn’t tell us, but it still hurts a bit.”

“True.” Lys said as the others nodded.

“I know and I’m so sorry. You guys have no idea how many times I wanted to talk to one of you about Rowan or about something I was insecure about, especially when I started falling for him.” The girls smiled softly at that, even Manon. “But it wasn’t my decision alone, and I couldn’t go up to Ro and say ‘hey, would you mind if I told the girls about us fucking because I think I’m falling hard for you and don’t really know how to proceed?’”

Nesryn snorted, and Yrene put an arm around Aelin. “So you really like him, huh.”

Aelin looked over to Rowan. He was smiling at something Fenrys had said and that had left Aedion scowling. “Yeah, I do.” She said softly.

“This is so strange.” Borte murmured to Asterin.

“So…” Nehemia started, and her tone made Aelin snap her eyes back to her friends.

They were all smiling in a scary way.

“Now that we’ve got the forgiveness part out of the way…” Elide continued.

Aelin’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“How’s the sex?” Lysandra finished and despite herself, Aelin felt her cheeks heating. All the girls laughed at that.

“Good.” She answered, then smiled. “Like really fucking amazing. Best lay of my life.”

“We agree with Fenrys and we do not want details but…” Manon said. “You can be more specific.”

All the women nodded eagerly and Aelin laughed.

She quickly looked at Rowan before telling her friends exactly how Rowan had discovered every bit of her body and soul in the last six months.

She told them of the fighting. The befriending. The falling.

She told them how she was still falling, head first into the L-word zone.

She told them how she couldn’t be happier she was falling.

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the-winter-smoulder · 3 years

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What The Hell...

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Chapter Word Count: 1056

Warnings: Language! Mentions of Death, Panic Attack, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Angsty Goodness

Seriously... What the HELL?!

Since the defeat of Thanos, nothing has really been the same, especially not for Sam and Bucky.

Read Chapter 19 Here

Chapter 20: What The Hell Do You Want?

There was a knock on Bucky’s door, walking across the room to answer.

“Done already, doll?” he asked, smiling and opening the door

“Do you call all women doll, or just me?” Aurora asked.

“No. Just Y/n. What the hell do you want?” he spat out, glaring at her.

“Aww, I just wanna be friends, Bucky. C’mon, it could be really fun, you and me, getting chummy,” she said, leaning on the door frame, smirking at him.

“I have half a mind to slam this door right in your face, Aurora.”

“You’re right, Bucky. You do only have half a mind, don’t you? What happened to the other half?”

“Fuck off, Aurora,” he growled, starting to close the door.

“Bucky, c’mon. I just wanna be friends. Really, really good friends.”

“I don’t wanna be friends with you. You smell like trouble, Aurora. I want no part of that.”

“You’re smelling me too, Bucky? Seems a little forward, but...”

“I’m really not in the mood for your games, Aurora. I don’t trust you. I want you to leave me alone. You’re sniffing around the wrong guy.”

“Do you know the extent of my powers, Bucky? Hmm?”

“No. I don’t care either. So, Aurora, kindly fuck off,” Bucky said, slamming the door in her face, pushing her backward into the hallway.

Aurora’s eyes went white, and she began moving her arms to try to tear the door down with her power, but she was caught by two large hands.

“Don’t even think about it,” Bruce said, “I could tear you in half in a fraction of a second.”

The collar clamped around her neck, and her eyes flicked back to normal. She looked to her left to see Clint with an arrow trained on her head, and Y/n coming around the corner, eyes wild.

“You bitch!” she screamed, lunging at Aurora.

Sam caught her around the waist, “No, Y/n. Not like this. Not here.”

Y/n struggled against him. Bucky’s door flew open, and he caught her as she broke free from Sam.

“Y/n, sweetheart, no. It won’t make you feel any better,” he whispered into her ear as he held her back.

It finally struck her that Bucky was unharmed. Y/n looked him in the eyes and felt the tears begin to well up.

“Pfft - you’re gonna cry now? Mewling bit-”

Wanda punched Aurora square in the jaw, her eyes red, fist surrounded with energy.

“Wanda!” Y/n yelled; eye wide with shock.

“What? She pissed me off.”

A smile crept across Y/n’s face and she started to laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry her down to her cell,” Bruce said sarcastically.

“Oh, good! You’re taking out the trash,” Clint quipped, lowering his bow.

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“Holy shit,” Bucky said, sitting back in an office chair.

“Yeah. I finally put two and two together while I was interrogating Headlok. He didn’t have her chained up, that was for our benefit. He wanted us to trust her,” Y/n said, grabbing his hand, “I’m so sorry, Bucky.”

“For what? They played us all.”

“Not you,” Clint said, “You knew she was bad news.

“Well, I mean, my gut isn’t always right.”

“Well, it was this time,” Sam said.

“So, who’s going to interrogate her?” Y/n asked.

“Not you!” Sam and Bruce said in unison.

“Ha! I wasn’t suggesting me,” Y/n laughed.

“I’ll do it,” Wanda said, “I’m sure she’ll have plenty to say to me.”

“Wanda, you knocked her ass out. There's no way she’s talking to you,” Sam said. “Clint and I will do it. We’re the only two who didn’t ruffle her feathers too much.”

“Dude, did you just make your own bird joke?” Bucky laughed.

“Shut up. C’mon, Clint. Let’s go talk to this crazy lady and see what we can get out of her.”

Sam and Clint walked out of the conference room toward the holding cells.

“Maybe you should get some rest, Y/n,” Bruce said, giving her that you poor thing smile.

“I’m not tired.”

“Y/n,” Wanda started.

“I’m fine, I just... I have too much energy right now. I won’t be able to sleep.”

“Come on, doll. Let’s go to the gym. You can take it out on a punching bag,” Bucky suggested, standing and pulling her up with him, leading her out of the room.

“The gym, Bucky?”

“Yes. The gym.”

“You don’t want a different kind of work out?”

“Ha! Of course I do, Y/n, but I also don’t want to hurt you if I get too rough,” he smiled, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“Are you forgetting that I'm part Super Soldier too?” she replied, coy as a kitten.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to give me a heart attack!” he said, pulling her close, “Besides, it’s really hot when you beat the shit out of things. I wouldn’t mind seeing a bit of that first.”

“Okay, but let me put on my skimpiest, tightest workout clothes first,” she winked, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Oh, you really are going to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Never,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, “But I was afraid Aurora would.”

“Y/n. That crazy bitch couldn’t hurt me.”

“Bucky! She can use molecular acceleration to literally tear things apart! A strong enough concussive blast could kill any one of us! I...”

“Sweetheart. Calm down. She didn’t get that far because you’re smart and put it all together. You saved me, doll.”

“But what if I hadn’t? She was getting ready to do some damage.”

“She’d have ripped the door off the hinges, and I would have had time to react. Besides, we can’t play the ‘what if’ game. It’ll drive us crazy. Look at me, doll,” he said, lifting her chin with his finger. “It’s okay. That's not what’s important now. I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re okay. I love you, Y/n. I’m not letting you go down this path.”

The tears that had been stinging her eyes finally fell.

“Bucky... I can’t lose you. It would kill me,” she sobbed into his chest.

“You didn’t, and I’m going to try my damnedest so you never will, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in even tighter for a long hug.

“Can we just go to bed? Just hold each other?” she whispered.

“Anything you want, doll. Anything for you.”

Chapter 21

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lousimusician · 4 years

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Why It’s Fun To Be a Tease

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Requested by: @t-hollands-bitch

Request: Could u write something about the reader teasing Tom all night long while him and the reader are out with friends. When they get back home, Tom teases the reader and edges her so much untill she's a moaning mess and begs to cum. When he finally lets her, he makes her cum so many times so she is overstimulated and falls into subspace. Soo yeah, pretty wild hehe

(A/N: I didn’t include the part about subspace bcuz I don’t rlly know how to write it lol, hope you enjoy anyway!!)

Word Count: 1.8k, unprotected sex (DONT DO THAT)

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT

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“Fuck- Tom!” You cried out.

You were bad tonight

You lifted your hips off the bed, grinding your pussy against his mouth.

You made Tom mad

Your hands pulled on the tie that bound them together at the headboard.

You thought it would be fun to try something new

His arm came up to wrap around your hips, pushing them back on the bed.

And it was

He hummed against you, knowing the vibrations drove you crazy.

You had teased him all night at dinner and even though he was punishing you now, you were still having fun

His tongue was on your clit and fingers knuckle deep in your pussy, making you cry his name over and over again.

He was just so hot when he was mad

You were close— so fucking close.

And Tom knew it.

So, just as you were about to cum, he pulled away.

”Tom!” You screamed again but this time in frustration.

He smirked down at you, “How many edges is that?”

You scowled at him, “Three.” You muttered bitterly.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Watch that attitude princess.” He mocked, “The night’s just started.”

You turned your head away from him, “Well can we move things along then?”

His jaw clenched in anger, his fingers trailing past your hips and over your folds, making you jump slightly. “You brought this on yourself. If you act like a slut all night I’m gonna treat you like a fucking slut.”

Christ— he was so fucking hot

You looked him in the eyes, challenging him, “What can I say? You looked so good when you got all red and flustered when I was palming you through your jeans at the dinner table tonight.”

He clicked his tongue, his hand came up and he pushed his thumb in your mouth, pulling down on your jaw, thumb holding down your tongue, “You better watch that mouth, I’m two seconds away from gagging you.”

You held eye contact with him for a few more seconds before breaking it, making him smirk down at you.

”Now,” he started, “Where were we?”

Four

If only Tom knew this wasn’t working the way he wanted it to

Five

And who knew you’d be so into it

Six

And even though he was still pretty pissed, you could tell he was into this too

Seven

But fuck— you just really wanted to cum right now

Eight

”No, Tom,” you whined desperately, eyes filling with tears, as he pulled his mouth away from your sensitive and dripping pussy.

Tom smirked down at you and he laughed.

He fucking laughed.

“How many edges is that now, pretty girl?”

You sniffled, blinking back the desperate tears, “N-ine.” You muttered, voice cracking at how sore it was from screaming all night.

His fingertips traced your hips as he hummed, “Not so tough now huh?”

You didn’t answer.

”I asked you a question love.”

”...No,” you answered quietly, and his grin widened.

His eyes landed on your soaking cunt, and he sighed, letting his fingers trace over your puffy lips and swollen clit. You jumped from the contact, because of how sensitive you were.

”You look so fucking good like this princess,” he groaned, “All swollen and sensitive.... made a fucking mess of the sheets love.” He said making you whimper.

You shut your eyes, trying to ignore how your clit throbbed when his finger brushed near it.

”Wanna cum?” He asked, making you perk up.

”Y-yes- please Tom, wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad,” you whined.

”Okay,” your eyes widened, feeling relief flood you, “After one more edge,” he finished.

”No!” You yelled, “No Tom, no more. Please I just wanna cum-“

”Quiet,” he hissed, “I can easily make it five more edges,” and with that he slid two fingers into you easily.

You jumped at the sudden intrusion and let out another yelp.

He thrust his fingers into you over and over again, his thumb easily finding your clit. “You gonna behave next time we’re out?” He asked making you nod your head. “Words.” He snapped, reaching over and pinching your nipple.

”Yes!” you gasped out.

”You’ll be a good girl next time?”

”Y-es! Yes Tom, I’ll b-be a good girl.”

No you won’t

”Good.” He said, leaning over you and crashing his lips to yours.

You kissed him back eagerly, grinding against his hand.

It honestly didn’t take long to get you to the edge again due to how sensitive you were. And you were so so close to cumming, and you knew Tom knew that too, but when he hadn’t pulled his hand away you figured out he wanted you to tell him to stop. And you’d be damned if you dragged out this punishment any longer than it needed to be. So you broke the kiss.

”I’m gonna c-cum,” you moaned.

He grinned and pulled his hand away, ignoring your whine, “Good girl, I almost thought you were gonna be a greedy slut and cum.” He laughed, “How many?”

”T-ten,” you whispered.

”Good job pretty girl.” He muttered, and he pulled away. Kissing down your neck and breasts, over your stomach, until he finally reached your pussy. “But that was only the first part of your punishment.”

You looked down at him wide eyed, “W-what?”

”How many times do you think you can cum right now?”

”I-I don’t know...at most... f-four?”

”Then I’ll make it 6.”

”But Tommy, ‘m gonna be too sensitive for that,” you whined, making him narrow his eyes at you again.

”I’ll still get that gag sweetheart.”

Your mouth closed shut, and you watched as he licked a long stripe between your folds, making you jerk your hips at the sudden contact again. He wrapped an arm around your hips to keep you still as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked.

”Fuck— oh my god, Tom!”

His movements were relentless as he finally worked you to your first orgasm of the night. His fingers easily found your entrance and slid in. He angled them a couple different ways before finally finding the spot that turned your moans into screams.

He thrusted his fingers hard and fast as he continued to suck on your clit.

Your orgasm seemed to come out of no where, your mouth falling slack in a silent scream while your back arched off the bed. Tom’s eyes looked up at you, completely entranced. But he hadn’t stopped his movements once you came down from your high, immediately working you towards your second orgasm. And he had barely given you a break between your next two orgasms as well.

He sat up after you came for the third time, staring down at your flushed face and watching as your chest rose and fell in pants, your eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed.

He leaned over and undid the tie around your wrists. You immediately lowered them once he did.

You fluttered your eyes open and looked up at him, and Tom finally paid attention to his throbbing cock and groaned.

With quick movements, Tom pulled down his boxers and flipped you over onto your stomach, the tip of his cock easily finding your entrance.

He pressed his chest flush to your back, lips grazing your ear, “Got me so fucking hard princess,” he roughly grunted, sliding his tip along your folds, “Been teasing me all night, driving me crazy.”

”Please T-Tommy, fuck me.. want you to feel good,” you said.

You had to admit that you had been a bit cruel to him all night, especially when you sucked him off in the restroom of the restaurant you were in, just to leave him high and dry right before he was going to cum.

You just wanted to get a rise out of him.

See what he’d do.

And you were more than pleased by the reaction.

And even though you were so fucking sensitive you just wanted him to finally cum tonight too.

Not even a second later, Tom had pushed his cock into you all the way, bottoming out, the two of you moaning in unison at the feeling.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight pretty girl-“ you cut him off by tilting your head up so you could crash your lips against his in a rough kiss, he quickly kissed back fervently. He pulled out and roughly thrusted into you, setting a fast pace.

He pulled away from your lips and started muttering dirty words and praises in your ear, “Feel so good- always feel so f-fucking good for me. Not gonna act like a desperate little slut in public anymore right?” You moaned in response, “C’mon, use your words princess.”

”N-no, ‘m gonna be g-good for you.”

”That’s right— because sluts get punished and you don’t like to be punished.”

”No— fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

Actually... you fucking loved it

”Me too- fuck- go on cum for me again.”

And with that you threw your head back on Tom’s shoulder and came with a moan, Tom following soon after you, his head falling against your neck, biting down on your shoulder.

Once he finished, he pulled out of you, quickly flipping you onto your back again and he moved to settle between your legs, breaths hitting your oversensitive pussy.

You jumped at the feeling of his tongue on you so soon after your last orgasm, “No Tommy,” you whined, “I told you I can only handle four, ‘m too sensitive.”

”Then you’ll think twice about behaving like a brat in public again, won’t you?” He teased, lips and tongue going back to work on you and pulling two more orgasms from you.

After your last one, you were completely spent. Your pussy throbbing from how overly sensitive it felt.

You were a sweaty and shaking mess by now, and you were so out of it that you hadn’t noticed that Tom wiped away a tear that escaped your eye.

”You okay darling?” He asked, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

”Mhm,” you hummed, “Just overwhelmed.”

He sweetly pecked your lips, “You were so good for me sweetheart, Let’s go get you cleaned up; ok?”

You nodded, “Okay,” you sighed.

”After, I’ll put on a movie we can watch til we fall asleep, sound good?”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

He grinned, pecking your lips again, “I love you princess, so fucking much.”

You sighed, your fingers coming up to play with the curls at his nape, “Love you too Tommy.”

Okay.... so maybe teasing Tom in public might actually become a regular now.

He’s gonna be so fucking pissed next time....

But that’s why it’s fun.

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[A/N]: please let me know what you think! Lol I was so nervous to post this cuz I haven’t written smut like this in soooo long

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Irritated 7

A/N This took me way too long imo 6k words bbs, please enjoy. The next part is in the works! Buckle the fuck up after this chapter yall. Please enjoy xoxo

"Katsuki there is no need to knock they'll be out soon!" Kirishima says practically hanging off of a muscled arm.

"Oi shit hair we are gonna be late if we don't start walking now." The hot head snarls.

"Ah but perfection cannot be rushed." Todoriki says as he patiently waits with deadly hands in his pockets.

As if on cue Mina opens the door with a dramatic flair, eyes only for the ruby haired man. As if on a catwalk she sashays to Kirishima, sporting a glitering knee length amethyst dress that compliments her bubble gum pink skin. Followed by Jhiro in a white and black ankle length dress, Uraraka who wears a floor length muave pink and Momo comes out in a stunning blood red with diamonds dripping from her neck like frozen dew.

Denki, Izuku, Kirishima, and Todoroki smile in unison holding out their hands.

The men quickly become a color coordinated accessory to the band of gorgeously dressed women. Donned in all black suits while the color of their ties match each dress perfectly. Deft scarlet eyes notice the pairings quickly as the couples begin to mingle, fighting the blush on his cheeks as he looks over himself. His suit, vest, and even tie are all black and he can only assume that you will come out paired to him. As if it were some sort of symbol or sign that you were destined to be his counterpart.

Even if it is only for tonight.

Panic begins to set in as the couples flirt for longer than a few moments. Fear that you may have slipped out without their knowledge.

"Oi, Mina where is...?" But he never finishes his question as you walk from the room, asking if they have their key before slamming it shut.

"Wow Y/N, you look..." Izuku starts, compliment stuck in his throat before Katsuki finishes it for him.

"Fucking stunning." He growls lowly, drinking you in. The black dress has a plunging V in both the front and back, stopping just at your solar plexus and mid back. A slit runs up the side to mid thigh so that Katsuki, and every other man, is mesmerised with each step.

And no one can miss the giant garnet so deep in hue it could have been a drop of dried blood resting dutifully on your breast bone secured by a golden chain.

Bakugou grits his teeth as you approach him with your normal items, his hands deep in his pockets to keep them off of you.

"Kaachan. If you don't mind." You beam before he snatches the items stowing them away, sure to let his eyes dart away from you. The other couples exchange looks choosing to start making their way towards the exit and soon the dizzying party. Katsuki offers you his arm with a snarl to which you hesitate. Looking at it as if diffusing a bomb before you grab onto his arm, hand clasped tightly around a strong bicep.

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The party was not small by any means and staring at it from behind a heavy dark curtain did not ease your anxiety over the matter.

What if your entrance was lame?

Fucking lackluster?

Hell you couldn't even THINK of a fucking song let alone pick one out for this idiotic entrance that was thrust upon you.

Still panic rises in your shaking hands as your scroll through your spotify trying to come up with anything worthy of your 10 to 20 second entrance.

"Izuku, you're up first." The man with the clip board further agitates your state, "I've got your songs ready, except Y/LN's. We need to know very soon."

Izuku walks onto the stage with confidence as the chorus of Champion by Fallout boy rings out.

Just as the beat begins to crescendo again he jumps into the air, leg cocked before he unleashes a kick strong enough that a strong wind blows through the building.

Whistling and whipping people's hair stunning them into silence before they erupt into a deafening cheer.

A pit settles in your stomach as you bite your lip with enough force that a coppery taste threatens to invade your mouth, your saved songs and play lists stare back at you with disinterest in your turmoil.

Strong hands slap onto your shoulders before lips are at your ear.

"Its just a song. It's just an intro. Your fans will love whatever the fuck you pick out or do. I promise. You just gotta fucking believe in yourself for once." Katsuki growls contradictory to what his hands convey. He gives a soft squeeze before his song begins to play. Suddenly a song pops into your head and you whisper to the stage hand before you can talk yourself out of it.

The blonde makes his way to the stage mimicking where his pin is on his hero costume as the hyped song echoes over the slightly drunk crowd that screams the lyrics to the rap song. He would pick this song wouldn't he?

It was literally named after him Bakugo! By Kamil.

The song starts out with the iconic sound before transiting to the verse he picked.

The most tame out of all of them and probably the one he was forced to settle with.

"Grenadier bracers on my wrist, I'm about to pull the pin Come at me with all your might or I'ma melt off all your skin Howitzer impact if I'm pissed, Bitch I told you I'ma win Bitch, get back before I blast, I said I'll do it again wit' a grin

Like I'm Bakugo, turn they soul to fuckin smoke Bitch I'm boutta pop, bitch you know I'm boutta blow up Only need these hands I don't need no fuckin pole Once I get a grip, I might blast yo fuckin dome up"

He wears a manic grin as he let's off several large explosions, destroying the sleeves to his suit, leaving his toned arms exposed and smoking.

The crowd screams louder than Deku as women claw at one another at a chance to touch their daddy hero.

Your cue comes as a hush falls over the crowd instantly influences by the chaotic somber chords.

Chords that slowly begin to build into something more as you waltz onto the stage. Each step calculated, your gaze cold as you look upon the crowd that stares up with wide eyes. Holding their breath as they wait to see what it is you will do.

You guess you've always been the wild card huh?

Slowly you choose chairs, tables and even some candles to float, turning agonizingly slow in the air as the song's lyrics become darker. As if entering the room of a witch who's mind was slowly descending into madness.

"Hush." You say with the song as the beat drops killing all of the lights in the room as you levitate, illuminated by the glow of your power as your eyes appear like two moons on an ink black sky.

Phones that were recording levitate with you as you hold your arms out, toes pointed beautifully even in heels.

The song's beat comes back around to another verse before all of the lights become blindingly bright, things returned to normal, phones returned to hands all in the blink of an eye. You take that step you never took with the same cold look.

As the crowd stares on wondering if it were all just a dream before a smile cracks on your face confirming that it was indeed real.

The crowd is deafening as they scream, chanting your name and flooding social media with your display of power.

Izuku gives you a shocked face before grinning from ear to ear with a thumbs up as Bakugou stares at you indifferently. He realizes just how much you've been holding back.

A smile plays on his lips as the crowd dies down, the DJ choosing to start off the party by playing the full song you had chosen. Cradles by Sub Urban as the women of 1A ambush you for a blurred night.

Two sets of eyes follow you throughout the night.

It isn't long before you are totally shit faced and sweaty from a night of dancing. Inhibitions and worries long since drowned out by the soothing affects of booze.

Magic is what you called liquor as you levitated all of your squad's drinks above your heads as the group swayed to the music.

"Tenjia! Can we please dance with you?" A lovely woman competes with the music and wins out. You look to the fan before looking towards your new found friends. They encourage you to mingle with your fans, insuring you they wouldn't be far.

But you go far as you find yourself deeper on the dance floor, drunkenly dancing with another group of women. Hours pass by like seconds, the dance floor slowly beginning to thin but not by much.

Someone tugs harshly on the crook of your arm causing you to turn on your heel hand raised in rage fueled panic.

When your eyes meet scarlet you relax as he pulls you to the fringes of the crowd until the two of you break free of the damp bodies only to be met with a slumped Izuku.

Burning eyes cut to you before a growl is exhaled from the hot head.

"Dumbass Deku drank way too much and puked all over the fucking bathroom. We gotta go." Alcohol clings to his breath as he pulls you closer to the sleeping jade haired man. You dig your heels in deeper than any mule causing Bakugou to turn towards you with a glare.

"What about U-san can't she take Deku to her room?"

"No. She can't." He bites out, "They all left to take Toru back to the room who also got too fucked up."

He pulls again and still you do not move earning you the nastiest glare he can muster. Which isn't much considering how diluted it is by both your stunning looks and the influence of deadly amounts of booze.

"I dont wanna leave I'm having fun!" You pout, Bakugou's grip tightens before he gnashes his teeth.

"I'm not leaving you here alone." A threat and a promise all rolled in one as he holds your gaze for several heartbeats. You feel the weight of his stare, especially so once his eyes begin to wander along your body. He yanks you to him, pressing you into his toned chest.

"Stop being a fucking brat and help me." He snarls in your ear as your knees begin to turn to jelly. You push him away with an exaggerated huff crossing your arms, watching with scrutinizing eyes as he hooks an arm under Deku. Scarlet narrow on you, hinting that you should slip under the other limp arm. Instead you use your quirk to support the drunkard.

The cool summer air does nothing to sober the odd trio. If anything it furthers your irritation of having to leave the party, your heels do not help in the matter as they begin to pinch your feet hinting they will cause blisters.

You stop dead in the street audibly whining as you fuss over your shoes.

"I dont know why you had to drag us out Kaachan. I was finally making fucking friends and I was finally having a good time again since..." Nausea settles in your stomach, Bakugou stops to look over his broad shoulder. Just as he is about to snarl out a question you inturpt by stomping towards him.

"Take my heeeeellllss!!!" You whine, brandishing them obnoxiously. Izuku groans as Bakugou snarls.

"Put them in my fucking pockets damn. Just watch out for glass and stop whining!!!" He bites, slowly losing his buzz as his normal sour mood settles onto his shoulders. Competing with the weight of a complicated relationship donning jade green hair.

You shove them as best you can into his pockets before leaning away, humming the song for your intro.

Bakugou cannot help the smirk that forms on his lips as he thinks of you floating as if it were nothing.

"I told you you'd fucking kill it." He says as the two of you finally drag Deku to the front doors of the hotel.

"Kill what?" You prompt, mind lost to the ease of alcohol. A heavy scarlet gaze falls onto you, when he sees your confused face he rolls his eyes.

"Dumbass, you were so worked up over it !" He half shouts, suddenly a blush blooms on your cheeks as you realize what he meant.

"Oh." Your cheeks flush further as he walks through the automatic doors, you stand outside.

Your drunken mind roaming before settling on the tile floors. Spiraling over the thought of walking bare foot on tile or carpet that isn't in your home. Defying logic as you've just walked the streets with no problem.

But the mind does as it pleases under as it does under any influence.

Katsuki re adjusts Deku's weight as it takes him a moment to realize you're not holding him up as well as you had been before.

"Oi!" He hisses turning towards you only to stare at you through glass doors. His heart pounds, he does not like you outside of his reach so late at night while do heavily intoxicated. He practically drags the dead weight he is carrying as he rushes outside for you.

His worry comes off as severe irritation and agitation as he glares down at you.

"Why are you still outside?" He snarls and you fight to keep yourself from shrinking back.

"I don't want my feet to get dirty. Can...can you carry me?" You keep your headed bowed, waiting for his inevitable explosion. When he barely makes a pop or a suck of his teeth you look up at him through long lashes.

His heart catches in his throat lodging the no that was steadily rising up his windpipe. Your eyes don't look as harsh as they normally do, they seem wider, more innocent. Doe like in nature, contradicting the predator that your dress suggests. He grinds his teeth.

"How do you propose I carry you?" He gestures to Deku whose is now floating on his own.

"I ride your back silly!" You shout with glee turning him around and jumping onto his sculpted back before he can say no. You giggle in his ear, taking in the scent of caramel with delight as he growls profanities while holding onto your thick and bare legs.

"I'm not a fucking pack mule." He murmurs to himself as the three of you board the elevator. Depsite it being a short ride you find yourself getting sleepy, lying your head on Katsuki's shoulder failing to suppress a yawn.

Deku's door appears before you quickly and you wonder if you had fallen into a cat nap. You stare at the numbers, senses slowly becoming heightened as your eyes flicker to your own door.

Would you find items from your bags missing?

Or Would there be more gifts for you to discover?

"Oi, magic hands. His key." Bakugo adjusts your weight hinting that he cannot use his hands, clearly over this whole situation.

"I don't need his key." Is all you say as you pull on the handle from within his room, the door opens itself yawning in the darkness of the room.

Your nails bite into Bakugou's shoulder before he begins walking in, hoping that you're focused enough to float Izuku to his bed. Your grip on his shoulders does not let up until Katsuki flicks on the small foyer light with a grunting struggle. Biting nails ease up as you pad into the dark room.

Although you are scared that someone may be lurking in the shadows you press forward, wanting more than anything to protect the two people behind you.

Light floods the room from overhead as Katsuki flicks on another light switch revealing nothing but a bed and neatly packed suitcase. You sigh before guiding the lush onto the plush white duvet.

"Alright, let's go." The hot head growls, flicking off the lights. That you flick back on with your quirk.

"No, we need to take care of him properly Suki. He can't sleep in his suit! What if he gets sick?!" You hiss, while items around the room begin to move on their own as if a ghost were present. Turning on the tap, pulling down a rag to wet with cool water, floating a trash can by the side of the bed.

Bakugou leans against the wall with a snarl, watching as you work. He notices how you choose to use your hands to free him of his shoes and socks. Before they make their way to his jacket, a sliding it off gently before pulling his shirt from his pants. Nimble fingers unlatching buttons slowly causing something to stir within the ash blonde. When you hands reach for his belt that something multiplies tenfold.

Bakugou Katsuki will die before he admits that something was jealousy.

He nudges you out of the way with his hip.

"Go get that rag before the sink fucking over flows." He hisses to which you give him a cold look disappearing into the bathroom.

Bakugou pulls harshly on the pant's legs, ripping them from Izuku leaving him in jade green boxers and a white shirt. He grumbles turning on his side to face Bakugou.

"Th..thank you Kaachan. W...will you text Ohacho that I'm okay?" His voice comes out raw, hand clutching to the hot head who threatens to pop. He goes to hiss no but Izuku rambles on.

"Y/N seemed to have had a good time. I know she's been a little worried and stressed lately but she shouldn't be. She's got you looking after he Kaachan..." Deku's eyes water for some reason as the blonde's face burns, eyes darting to the bathroom door where he hears you humming, he is unsure if you can here him or not.

He hears you let out a small curse as you fumble with what sounds like a pill bottle with a child safety cap. A drunk's worst enemy. He sucks his teeth.

"I don't think she likes me much." The blonde sighs while Deku's hand tightens once more.

"She gravitates towards you, especially when we are in a group." With that Bakugou scoffs.

"Only cause I'm her walking purse. Now shut the hell up and tell me where your fucking phone is." He snatches his hand away, rooting through jacket pockets before pants pockets. His fingers touch the smooth glass that lights to his touch.

He guesses the passcode and the phone unlocks, he scoffs again at knowing Deku so well.

But what the blonde doesn't know is that you *had* heard them. You heard everything.

Still you act as if you didn't when you emerge from the bathroom as Bakugou slams the phone on the bedside table, not even waking the now dead to the world Izuku. You set the rag on his forehead earning a small smile, the pills sit idle by his phone that you now plug in for him.

"Alright alright stop babying him and let's get to bed." Bakugou hisses, half from annoyance and half from worry that dumbass drunk will run his mouth again. You cut him a nasty glare before leaning over the sleeping man to fluff his pillows.

Katsuki grits his teeth not allowing his eyes to linger on your toned ass for long.

Suddenly strong arms are wrapped around you as Izuku curls into you, nuzzling into the side of your hip.

"Ochaco..." He hums as slight panic washes over you. How would you get out of his arms with out disturbing him?

Bakugou's popping hand lands hard on Deku's toned bicep, he seems unphased as he releases you with a loud snore.

"Come on, Y/N. Before he holds you hostage." A growl as he gives you a toned back. You stare at him for a long time before he turns around again snatching you up princess style.

"O..oi!" You stammer, slapping his chest to which your only reply is a devilish smirk as he makes his way into the hall way.

"You didn't want to get your feet dirty remember princess?" He stands in front of your door now as you fight the blush forming on your cheeks trying to remind yourself that only a few short days ago you wanted to kill this man.

Yet here is stood, holding you so delicately, demonstrating patience for you in situations where you wouldn't have done the same for him.

He waits for you to do your door trick as you let the numbers burn into your retinas.

Was he in there? Waiting?

You hadn't seen him at the party so where else would he be. All the while Scarlet eyes see the fear in yours, he hates to see you like this.

Why wouldn't you just fucking tell him what was wrong so he could fix it?

Why did he even fucking care?

He wasn't sure, he just knew something changed between the two of you this weekend and he wasn't aware how much more things could change in just a few short hours.

You swallow thickly about to raise your hand before Katsuki starts walking towards his own door. You knit your eyebrows as you look up to him, he grunts as if to prompt you to open his door and you do.

"I wanted to watch another movie with you." Is all that he offers as he sets you down. You chalk it up to him being drunk as he leaves you alone in the foyer disappearing into the bathroom.

Steam begins to waft into the shared space with the bed and couch. The blonde pokes his head out to instruct you.

"Find a movie and get settled I'm not gonna be longer than five. I have a clean shirt you can use iffin ya want or I can get your something for you."

"I..I'm fine." You half stammer, almost stumbling into the room.

You were weighted down with an emotion you hadn't felt in a long time. Relief floods you, seeping into your limbs causing them to feel like heavy sand bags.

The room spins from the booze and your racing heart beat as you unzip your long dress, stepping out only to plop onto the bed. You find the plastic remote quickly surfing before your eye lids become too heavy.

Bakugou keeps his promise and emerges from the bathroom in five minutes. Violently rubbing the towel on his head before tossing it into the bathroom clad only in his boxers. He spies you on the bed and freezes.

He wants to shout but you are seemingly fast asleep, he is instantly regrets not forcing you to take one of his shirts as you lie topless and in a small thong over the white duvet.

"Fuck...."He hisses both from the sight of you and the situation. He would HAVE to sleep on the couch tonight, no letting you convience him other wise. He charges his phone, rummaging in his bag for an extra cord before plugging in yours on the same side table. He looks to the closet for an extra blanket to cover you up but when he comes up short he has to stop himself from blowing the whole damn closet to smithereens.

The door groans from his grip and your sigh of content pulls him out of his fit of rage. His eyes linger over you while he wonders if he can get you under the duvet.

He himself sighs as he gently tries to wrap you in the part of the duvet that would have been meant for him. Holding his breath he tries to move it over your sleeping form as you roll onto your back. Just as he is ready to set it down and tuck you in your eyes snap open.

Glowing with panicked rage before easing into something soft.

Much too soft for Bakugou to decipher.

In the glow of the TV Bakugou looks extremely different. The flashing soft light paints him in such a way that you feel hypnotized by his red eyes.

Eyes that you've felt all weekend, eyes that bring no worry or panic or untapped rage unlike the other green pair that has hunted you down.

How could just a few days change things? How could a pleasant afternoon, an odd night and this moment right here with him hovering over you as he tries to be a man and blanket you change everything you though you knew about him?

How did the glow of the TV make him so fucking handsome?

Your hand snakes to the nap of his neck pulling him down so that you may capture his lips. He pushes against your grip with all of his might.

"You don't want this..." He murmurs, eyes darting away, "I'm too..."

You watch his intense eyes dart away with the shadow of memories past. Ah, so he too felt as if he were too overbearing, too head strong.

Too fucking angry over nothing to be loved.

"Then lie with me Kaachan. I want that." You move yourself beneath what is your half of the duvet, patting the sheets beside you. He stares at you for a moment too long, suddenly you feel raw beneath his heated gaze, leaving you to wonder if you made the right choice allowing him to bring you in here.

As if reading your mind he sucks his teeth rounding the bed to plop angirly. Giddy escapes your body in the form of a breathy giggle as you drape him in the duvet. Snuggling against his arm much to his dismay and blush.

"I'm gonna get too hot." But he makes no move, if anything he adjusts his arm so you can snuggle deeper. The movie lulls on as your drunken mind wanders, landing you in a devilish thought.

"You're much better than that body pillow." You tease, tracing a finger down his Godly chest, he goes rigid beneath you, "Less clothing too..."

He grabs onto your wrist, holding your gaze with a deadly smirk.

"Ah is this what you've been doing with it?" You blush furiously in answer while he laughs darkly, "Perv."

"I...no its different when it's the real thing. Your pillow is tacky your shirt isn't even ripped in the right places." You huff angrily, encouraging his smirk.

"You're right it is different cause this isn't the only thing I'd do to the real one." Heat blooms on your cheeks as you prop yourself up to better see those deep pools of scarlet.

"What would you do to the real one?" It's flirty and yet serious, as you press your bare breasts against his arm and chest hoping to get a rise out of him. He sucks his teeth holding your stare none the less.

"Firstly I'd fuck the brat out of her." He laughs then as your heart claws up your throat, "If she'd allow it. The real thing hasn't been herself lately. I'm.....worried."

You kiss him then, straddling him faster than he'd like. He fights to keep from kissing you back but once you bite his bottom lip and pull he loses all thought. Flipping you over, hungry lips and gnashing teeth find your neck and bare breasts living little blooming circles.

You moan out as he makes his way down. He notices your ripped skin coming to your face with a snarl.

"I'm not talking about it." You say grabbing the back of his neck, not allowing him to break free as he soon melts into your touch.

Fine you don't want to tell him? He'll just fuck the shit out of you and make you wish you had told him.

That you'll tell him everything that bothers you.

And he'll fuck you hard enough that eventually you'll tell him everything that makes you happy.

Because now he's having a hard time noticing from the fringes.

He devours you whole, kissing and biting as his fingers find your slick sex. He smiles against your neck as he speaks in a voice soaked in desire.

"So wet for me already little kitten?" You hadn't realized you liked the pet name until it falls from his kissable lips. You smile a deadly smirk, feeding his ego as you look him in the eye.

"Only for you King Explosion Murder." You say it will all seriousness as his smirk turns into a dark chuckle.

"I guess Kirishima disclosed my pilot hero name huh?" His hand dips to your core, swirling quickly causing your eyes to flutter, "Its King to you got it kitten?"

You buck against his hand in response. He happily obliges, devouring your lips whole as you pant, moaning as the heat builds in your core. He edges you purposefully several times before you gasp out.

"Please..." He smirks then nipping at your neck.

"Please what?"

"Please King. Do your worst." Your breathy voice has him going mad as he places kisses down your breasts and stomach. Stopping to give small kisses around the bandage over your navel before you give him a gentle push further. He wraps deadly arms around your hips, spreading your legs as he bites into the tender flesh of your inner thighs.

You both moan and ooze in ecstasy as he leaves lovely bruising bites on your thighs before he goes onto you. Swirling his tongue along your needy clit as fingers pump into your core. He goes harder and faster with each loud gasp or moan you make, listening to your body as your core desperately grabs onto his fingers. Your head begins to swim from the threat of your first of many cum of the night. He smiles up at you with deadly scarlet eyes before he clamps down over your sensitive bud, sucking until you're a screaming thrashing mess.

"Bakugoooooooohhhh!" Is all you can say between outright moans as he over stimulates you with harder sucking and thrusts until you're cumming again and then once more before he crawls back up you.

Crashing a kiss onto your reddened face before he flips you over, raising your hips in the air and pushing you harshly against the bed.

He thinks better of it, removing his strong palm from the nape of your neck suddenly remembered how you've recoiled from his touch before.

"I'm okay...please..." You muffle, keeping your face comfortably smooshed between pillows and the soft mattress. Bakugou returns his hand without hesitation, pushing you further down as he teases you with the tip. Sliding it up and down your slick as you try to push agaisnt him.

He slides in slowly, inch by inch until he is still and deep within you. Causing you to attempt to get some friction after you feel him twitch. He starts with a slow but harsh pace, pulling all the way to the tip of his head before crashing back into you, hitting your clit nicely with his hanging anatomy. Over and over until it is faster and somehow harder as he ruts into you. Grunting as he goes encouraging your clenching moans as he eases both his and your frustrations.

For once in your life you relax, you take it as your body becomes limp, your back arching before his hands grab onto your hips, holding you in place. Your head swims, eyes flutter as you're starting to see stars.

Slowly you're learning in the time that he's fucking you that it's okay to rely on others, especially for pleasure. That it's okay to not have control.

Bakugou fights back the need to bust both literally and figuratively. His sweet salted caramel smell filling the intamite space, fighting the itch to let an explosion or two pop off of his arms.

"Fuuuuucckk kitten...you're so wet and good for me." His breathy tone sends you ever closer to yet another mind numbing crescendo. Heat washes over your body as he slows, you whimper in protest.

"I want you to cum King Katsuki..." Your voice is whiney as you attempt to buck against him to aid. He smirks, smacking your ass and watching with delight as it jiggles. He pulls at your hair, lifting you up as he leans over you to whisper closer to your ear.

"And where kitten do you suggest I do?" His voice is dark and ragged from vigorous work.

"In me." You say without hesitation, smiling deadly as he twitches in you. You expect to have your face shoved in the mattress once more but instead he flips you onto his back. Hand squeezing your throat a bit before he kisses your neck again. Leaving a large bruising bite on your collar bone. He ruts into you again, coming up to hold eye contact with you as you wrap your legs around his toned back.

Normally this is when you would look away, the eye contact would be too much as someone had their way with you. But for whatever reason you cannot as if he were a train wreck you couldn't tear your eyes away from.

And for whatever reason he cannot tear his away from you either. He has never finished facing a women, ever.

But he wants to. *Needs* to.

He wants to drink in how red your cheeks get, how your mouth forms over his name sending shivers down his spine. How your voice alone sends him into a crazed spiral that only you can placate.

He presses harshly against your hip bone as you pull him closer with your legs, he pulls on your nipple a bit causing another moan to fall from your lips. It encourages him to go harder and faster, hitting you in just right.

Sliding all over the g spot as his gaze holds yours stead fast. Sending you over an impossibly high edge as you feel him rut sloppily into you. Stars cloud your vision as you become unbearably hot, legs quivering, failing to stay on a toned back.

"Katsukiiii!!" You cry staying into scarlet pools that you drown in, he notices the slight glow to your eyes as small objects around the two of you begin to float. He let's off a small pop on his back before he sputters into you, pulling you close to him, breathing you in as he slowly thrusts. Breathlessly groaning in your ear.

Suddenly the room is plunged into silence although it is not uncomfortable. You're shaking from both the experience of letting go mentally and from the exhaustion he has put on your body.

"You okay?" He smooths a heated hand over your shoulder. You feel fine, you feel better than fine, great actually but life does not allow you to feel that way for long. Your mind pulls back into a panicked mode when you hear a slamming door and footsteps in the hall. Green irises try so hard to replace Scarlet in your very recent memory. Bakugou feels tepid tears hit his face. He pulls you into his chest rubbing your hand up the length of your back.

"I...I just want to forget those fucking green eyes." You sob into his chest, clutching at nothing. Explosions echo in the room before he soothes both himself and you. Quickly the booze and exhaustion pull you under, when you feel Bakugou pull away you wrap your arms around him harder than ever.

"Stay, please stay Kaachan...." You whisper, grip locked even as you fall victim to sleep.

Bakugou lies awake, over analyzing every sound in the hall way as he thinks. As he racks his brain of who you're fearful of with green eyes. He remembers then, that fucking creep staring at your door as if it were an open invitation to church.

Bakugou will pluck out those eyes for you.

You just have to let him.

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The Unexpected Roommate

Part 4

What happens when your roommate of many years falls in love and moves out unexpectedly? Drake Walker was in this situation, until his friends fiancée suggested that her friend moved in to replace her fiancé. The new roommate is causing tension already. Will they be able to survive living together? What’s the worse that could happen?

Drake x Riley

Leo x Olivia

Warnings: Swearing, tension, smut, C WORD BOMB 💣

A/N- So I spoke to Paige, she published a one shot with her characters doing a truth and dare scene. We wrote it at the same time, and I reached out as I panicked that people would assume that I’ve used her idea. It’s totally different, just a similar idea and Paige is fine with it- best friends and great minds think alike 😆

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******

The four friends sat in silence, every so often the two men would glance over to the television to watch the NFL match that had been muted by Olivia.

“Will you two stop giving each other dagger eyes.” Gradually getting frustrated, the red head broke the silence.

“Or are they ‘fuck me eyes’ in disguise?” Leo sniggered to himself as he stirred the pot.

“No!” Riley and Drake both shouted in unison- unable to look at each other. Both afraid about how the other would respond if they caught each other’s attention.

“How about we play a game? Truth or dare? If you refuse to answer, or do the dare you have to have three shots.” Leo suggested, trying to create less of a morbid atmosphere.

“You know I’m up for any dare, Leo. Besides I’m the most honest person around.” As Riley said this, Olivia suggested that the two of them got the drinks together.

“What is up with you?”

“He’s a fucking cunt, Olivia. How could you do this to me?”

“Yes he is a ‘c u next Tuesday’... but if we told you that- you wouldn’t have moved in and Leo would still have to pay his bills.” Throwing her hands in the air, she was hoping that Drake would refuse to participate. Wishing that possibly he would get that drunk that he passed out somewhere. Riley whispered everything that Drake had said to her since her arrival, accepting some of the blame- Olivia’s eyes widened.

“Ri, stick this in Drake’s drink.”

“I can’t spike him....”

“You hate him right?” Riley looked towards the floor, then towards him. Her now glistening baby blues remained focus on him for a while, whilst he was distracted with Leo. “Oh god you like him don’t you?”

“No, I hate him. You do it. But if it backfires....”

“Don’t worry, he wouldn’t dare say anything to me. If he does, you know what weapons I carry around with me.”

****

The match had finished, so Drake caught up with Leo about what had happened since he had moved out. During their conversation, Drake became distracted overhearing the two women whisper- his ear began to slightly burn.

“Why are they whispering?”

“They are women. Why are you bothered?”

“I’m not bothered. I can’t stand either of them.” Leo noticed that Drakes gaze was focused onto Riley. Waving his hand in front of Drake, he didn’t flinch.

“You like her...”

“What?”

“You like Riley. See it was a good idea me moving out.”

“Leo, I fucking hate her! She turned the tv over! Even you didn’t do that!”

“Whatever. Drake and Riley, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G... first comes the hate. Then comes love, then comes.....”

“Shut the fuck up! Right now.” Leo noticed his friend turn a different shade of colour. He was blushing- even if he wouldn’t dare admit it to himself, never mind anyone else.

“Aw why? Lighten up, Walker. If you like her, just tell her- just saying....”

****

“Here Walker, whiskey on the rocks.” Olivia gave him the drink- wearing a smirk. Riley sat nervously on the floor, knowing that she was a dead woman.

“Thanks Nevrakis. So who’s starting?”

“Me!” Olivia shouted. “Riley- truth or dare?”

“Truth. I’m always up for a dare, but I’ll let you losers do that for a change.”

“Do you like Drake more than a roomie?” Pausing for a while, she stared at Olivia- her eyes pleaded for her friend to change the question immediately. However she didn’t. Drake noticed the look, deep down he wondered if she did like him.

“Tick tock, roomie.”

“Fuck you Drake. I hate you. So there’s your answer Livvy.”

“Drake same question...”

“She hates me.”

“I didn’t ask you if she hated you or not. Answer now.”

“Yeah, Drake. Tick tock, roomie...”

“Fuck you, Riley. I hate you too.”

“You both said ‘fuck you’ why not actually just fuck each other?”

“Why don’t you just fuck him Leo? You know what, I’m actually going to head out- I promised to go out with Daniel.”

“You didn’t tell me! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because Drake, what I do with my life is nothing to do with you.”

“Before these two came, we were going to watch tv- make amends.”

“Yeah, and who fucked those plans up? You! I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to make amends with you. Maybe these two could help you find a new roomie? Seen as though they put you in this shit in the first place. See ya later guys.”

“Don’t go!” Drake pleaded, everyone looked at him shocked.

“Drake, for once I actually agree with you. Ri, don’t leave me with these two!”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine Liv. I’ll see you tomorrow at Macy’s at eleven.” Drake shot out of his seat, not knowing why he wanted to stop her from going.

“Don’t go.” Holding onto her arm, he hoped that she would change her mind.

“Get the fuck off of me!”

“Please. Don’t go. I’m sorry for being a jerk before....you can even watch sex and the city.”

“How much have you had to drink?” Believing that she had to ask the question, due to the change of attitude.

“Too much, I nearly had a full bottle whilst you was in the shower.” Shrugging his shoulders, he sounded like a potential alcoholic. “Please... stay. I’ll get rid of those two. You’re so... beau...fuck!”

“What?”

“What did you do to him?” Leo bounded over wondering why Drake was slurring his words- as long as Leo had known him Drake Walker could drink anyone under the table. “Why has he got a hard on?”

“I need to go. Olivia maybe you should come with me?”

“Liv?” Leo demanded to know what was happening to his friend, as his fiancée stood cackling like a wicked witch.

“He has been a cunt, so we - sorry, I slipped viagra in his drink.”

“Drake, I’m so sorry...”

“Don’t apologise to him, Riley! He deserves it.”

“Is this revenge for me kissing you before?”

“You kissed her?” Leo couldn’t keep up with the four way conversation, his brain was about to explode.

“No - he kissed her neck, teased her. All to get the remote off of her.”

“I didn’t tease her, she wasn’t exactly wanting me to kiss her....” running out of the apartment, she couldn’t allow Drake to see how she really felt about his touches.

“Oh really? Why has she just ran out then?” Drake knew she was pissed with him, now fully aware that his actions had clearly affected her.

“Why didn’t you stop her?”

“She’s not your property Drake... she’ll be back, soon. Or so you hope!”

****

Riley was contemplating just showing up at Daniel’s, but didn’t want to be a burden. Instead she went for a walk, not knowing if she dare return ‘home’.

After a few hours, she made her way back- hoping that Leo and Liv had gone home and that Drake was asleep.

“Hey, what are you two still doing here?”

“Well we couldn’t leave without knowing that you was safe. Do you not check your messages?”

“It’s dead. Sorry. Erm, it’s late- why don’t you two take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch. Where’s Drake?”

“Leo tucked him in bed. The viagra wore off quite quickly.”

“He’s going to make my life hell. Why did I agree to it?”

“You’ll have to make it up to him in the morning... before we go to Macy’s? Wedding planning will get your mind off of him.”

“So the wanderer returns.” Drake leaned against the wall, relieved that she had returned in one piece.

“And the zombie arises.” Leo laughed as he pat his friend on the shoulder.

“I couldn’t sleep knowing that she was wandering around the city on her own. I messaged Daniel on Facebook to see if she was there. She wasn’t.”

“Can you stop interfering in my life! Do not. I repeat, do not ever contact my friends again.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m allowed to worry about my roommate.”

“Yeah, Ri. He was the same with me. Don’t take it personal. How about we finish the game off?”

“Sounds good, get me a drink!”

Pulling Riley to the side, she couldn’t look at him- he was playing with her emotions but she wouldn’t admit that. Tilting her chin, he wanted her to have eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Don’t ever touch me again.”

“You are more important than a match. I am truly sorry, Riley.” Yeah seems it arsehole. That why you acted like a fucking goddamn child.

“Whatever Drake. Don’t worry, when there are matches on, I’ll leave the city. Are you joining in? It’s rude to leave the guests- even though they unexpectedly turned up without a warning.” Drake nodded, placing his arm around her waist- he guided her towards the living area. Usually Riley would have forced a man off of her, however she didn’t have the energy to do this. She was annoyed that he had touched her, after she quite clearly requested for him not to.

“Licking ya wounds Walker? Have you both made up? We’ve lost hours of drinking time.”

“I’ve told her that she’s more important that a match. She’s my roommate, we have to look after each other - not piss each other off...” As Drake said this, his focus never left Riley. Leo and Olivia looked between the two of them.

“Right, so back to truth or dare. But just the dare part. There’s a new app, it automatically gives you dares. I’ll start with Olivia.... ‘kiss the person to your right for two minutes.’ Pucker up baby.” Riley and Drake both grimaced watching Olivia force her tongue down Leo’s neck. Breaking the kiss, Leo laughed at the dare for Riley.

“Ri, straddle the person to the left of you- and thrust against them for three minutes.”

“No fucking chance. Try again.”

“I thought you was up for any dare...” Leo questioned with a smirk.

“Yes, any dare but that. Especially not with him.”

“Well the next dare is ‘allow the person to the left of you to touch your breasts/penis for ten minutes’ so what will it be?” Closing her eyes, she decided to go with the first option. She threw a leg over his body and began straddling him.

“You don’t have to do this.” Drake whispered as she thrust against him. “I’d rather do this than have you fondle with my breasts.” Thrusting against him, she closed her eyes- this is the longest three minutes ever. Feeling his arms circle her hips, he guided her- deep down he wished it was real. So did his penis, as it soon became hard. “Sorry.”

“It’s natural. Don’t worry. Is the time up?”

“Oh shit, I forgot to do the timer.”

“Leo!”

“Sorry, I’m drunk. A few more minutes won’t hurt. Start....”

“This is so fucking awkward...” Mainly referring to her breasts being in front of him, getting closer to his chest with every movement she made.

“Tell me about it. I’m getting cramp...”

“Stand up...”

“Why? I’ll have to drink again. I don’t think my liver could take it.”

“Do you trust me?”

“No.”

“Well trust me....” Standing up, she couldn’t figure out what he had planned. Placing his hand in to hers, it felt as if a bolt of electricity was running through her veins. Tightening the grip, he winked at her- as he led her out of the living area.

“Where are you going?” Olivia asked as she abruptly stood up to follow them.

“I’m taking Riley to my bed. This dare has got me feeling all horny. Why don’t you two go to bed. I’m having this one to myself all night...” Picking her up, she wrapped her legs around him- keeping up appearances. Kicking the door, he placed her on the ground and slammed his door shut. “What now?”

“Just pretend that we have gone to bed, no more dares. There’s booze in the bottom drawer. Once they’ve gone to bed, we can decide on sleeping arrangements.”

“We both know that you’re not horny. We both know that you are a pair of pussy’s who can’t handle dares. I’m disappointed - especially in you, Riley.”

“You better be sucking his cock... if not come out you scaredy-cats! Or I’ll come and get you both!”

“They won’t come in to my personal space...” Drake said with a confident smirk.

“You clearly don’t know them that well...” Hearing the doorknob turn, Riley dragged Drake towards the bed- pulling him on top of her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her eyes pleaded for him to trust her as she did him.

“Maybe I was wrong?” Leo waved his hands in the air in defeat.

“Get out, Leo!”

“Yes, ma’am... enjoy you two...” Watching Leo leave, Riley immediately pushed him off of her.

“I don’t believe that you two are actually going to fuck... not until I hear it anyway...”

A mischievous grin formed on to her face, as she pulled Drake closer to her to whisper in his ear.

****

Olivia and Leo sat in the lounge, twiddling their thumbs. They both knew that there was a love/hate relationship brewing. They both knew that the two of them wouldn’t admit it. They both knew that the two of them wouldn’t sleep with each other due to the disguised feelings. Both Drake and Riley were stubborn.

“Oh... Drake! You make me so wet.....”

“Cum for me... you’re so wet for just me... shout my name...”

“Drakeee!”

“Do you like my hard cock?”

“Oh yes... give me all you have!”

Olivia and Leo’s eyes widened, shock was an understatement. They both believed that their friends used the excuse of being horny to avoid any dares.

“Well I suppose we better go to bed then... they aren’t going to be returning soon.” Leo suggested as he gulped the remainder of his beer.

“Personally, I still don’t believe it. How could anyone fuck Drake?” Walking past Drake’s room, they heard the headboard bang against the wall. Olivia shook her head.

“What the fuck is she doing? Don’t get her drunk again- she’s going to regret it in the morning.”

“Why? She’s always drunk anyway.”

“Because it’s Drake... it’s fucking Drake... no matter how wet her fanny is, she should have standards! But fuck them, they are adults. Can’t beat them, join them- get in that room now Leo!”

****

Overhearing their friends walk by, Riley collapsed on the bed in hysterics. Drake sat at the end laughing too- even though he was annoyed with this common stunt that Riley seemed to do, he had to admit that it was fun.

“Okay, so I forgive you for doing that to me. I just wish that I could have seen their faces...”

“See fake sex is fun! We could both be actors... I’ll give it ten minutes then I’ll go and sleep on the couch.” Walking over towards the desk, she poured them both another drink.

“Yeah I suppose it was. I’ve got a semi hard on though...”

“Sort yourself out when I leave..”

“Maybe you could help?” Regretting saying this out loud, he gulped the whiskey in one swallow. Wishing that he could retract the words that had slipped out.

“Oh yeah? How?”

“I was joking...” I wasn’t.

“No you wasn’t.” Sitting next to him, she mischievously grinned- knowing that he could lie all he wanted, however his cock was speaking the truth. Teasing him, she placed her hand onto his thigh- moving it closer towards his bulge, he gulped. All he wanted to do was see what sex with her was really like.

“You’re teasing me.”

“What like you did to me earlier on...” Turning to face her, his fingers ran through her hair. Pulling her closer towards him, their breathing was in unison, neither knowing how to elaborate from this. Kissing her neck, he re-enacted what he did before. This time it wasn’t a game, it wasn’t revenge. He wanted it to be sincere. “Like this?”

“Yes, like that.”

“I thought that you didn’t want me to touch you?”

“Maybe I changed my mind?” Biting her lip, she knew that she was drunk- she knew that he was also drunk. But there was too much temptation. Drake leaned in, their foreheads touching. Laying down, she pulled him on top of her- their lips touched for the first time- both feeling as if they were the only people left in the world, as if the world surrounding them had melted away. The kiss soon turned passionate and demanding, their tongues fighting against each other for dominance. Pulling apart, they both had shaky breaths. Looking into each other’s eyes, both sets of eyes showed the same emotions. Lust, desire as well as curiosity. They had now crossed the line.

“Are you going to sleep on the couch? Or are you going to stay with me?” Asking in a flirtatious yet gruff way- Riley paused for a slight second. Not giving him an answer straight away. Her hands roamed along his body, lost in thought. The final decision was based on the kiss that they had just shared.

“Staying.”

#choices trr #trr fanfic #trr au the unexpected roommate #drake x mc #drake x riley #drake walker #riley brooks #leo x olivia #leo rhys #olivia nevrakis

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III. On the road, and off the road

Summary: The three of you travel to Cincy where they find out a lot more about your family. Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes A/N: Uh hu h uh uh u huhuhh whaaaaat is happening??? Seriously though, there will be a short angsty segment soon, and then we can get back to the tomfoolery. XX

Foot in Mouth Syndrome Masterpost

A heavy weight on your stomach wakes you up the next morning. Buckeye has climbed onto the couch and over your body, placing his chin right on your sternum. His tail whacks against your propped-up foot as you begin to stir, and he plants a wet good morning kiss with his nose right over your mouth.

“Ah!” You cry, wiping it off with the back of your hand, “Geez!” He does it again and you can’t help but laugh, even though it’s cold and slimy. He looks pleased as punch as he flops his head back on your chest and stares lovingly into your eyes. Yes, you think, only an animal can love you in the morning. Eye crusts, dragon breath, and all. Stupid big-ass dog makes you soft and gooey.

“C’mon. Off.” You pretend to be annoyed and he slides onto the floor with a whine and follows you into the restroom as you brush your teeth.

Taking in the damage to your apartment— which is none at all, you figure it ended well last night. There’s a memory of you throwing vodka at Tinder-Date-Dickhead and then taking an Uber home. Good call on not driving, you pat yourself on the back and take Bucky outside.

Three alerts are on top of the speech bubble when you get a chance to look at your phone afterwards. Natasha. Steve.

Nat: Sunnywaters?

You heave a sigh and reply: Dude stop threatening me.

Then, you open the other message.

Steve: You up? Buck and I are packing— swimsuits? Yes or no? Also Cincinnati has its own Coney Island… ha ha ha very funny. I bet it stinks compared to the [1/2]

Steve: “real” Coney. Do your parents know we’re coming? I’d hate to intrude. [2/2]

You punch the green call button and rush back inside, scaring Buckeye a little with your sudden frantic movements.

“Good morning!” Steve’s voice sounds like a firecracker. And then he’s popping off in your ear, “Did you get my messages? Bucky and I are happy to stay in a hotel or something – called aerobean? Renting a house? I’m not really sure how that works.”

“It’s called airbnb, you fossil.” You respond off-handedly before catching yourself. “Stop, stop, why are you going to Cincinnati? And what about my parents?”

“You invited us. Are we leaving … today?”

Your face drains completely of color when it hits you— a nebulous and dizzying baseball bat swing to the temple. Last night crashes back into your mind: Steve, looking down, patting sympathetically. Two arms— turning you protectively until the room is sideways. You remember the way the blanket was tucked under your chin and around your shoulders.

“…Did you— did you t-tuck me in?” You ask hesitantly. Steve makes a negative grunt on the other line.

“Buck did that. He said he thought you’d get cold.”

“Oh…. Kay….” You whisper. “Uh. How set are you on Cinci?” You cross your fingers and hope he’ll back out purely based on how pathetic you sound. “It’s a ten-hour drive, dude. You guys okay with that?”

“Sure!” Steve chirps back. “We’ll take turns driving. Although Buck’s kind of a wheel-hog. Gets nervous when he’s not in charge.”

In the distance, you hear Bucky protest and it makes your mouth go dry.

“Uh. Okay. I usually leave early so… meet me here at six tomorrow.”

You hang up and bang the back of your head against the wall. The baseball bat of memory swings again.

You think you might faint because you start to recall last night: the metal hand lifting your head and placing the pillow under your hair. You even remember telling Bucky you loved him? It’s bewildering because you certainly do not love him. What was that thing that T-Pain said again? Your heart squeezes in your chest as you search around frantically for some scapegoat. Ah—yeah, T-Pain famously warbled: Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-cohol.

Your body flies over the outfield and into the bleachers before crashing. It’s the most agonizing homerun.

Steve, you think, is probably the one skipping past bases and winking. Somehow, this is all his damn fault.

—

Buckeye scoots around the back of your car, shifting so his weight lands primarily on the cushiony bed. His head is laid gently on Bucky’s thigh, who lost to rock paper scissors and must get squished in the backseat. Lucky for him, you pack lightly, and your legs are much shorter than Steve’s. Unlucky for you, that means he’s right behind you, radiating the heat of a thousand terrifying and silent suns.

It’s been thirty minutes since you started driving. Every time you look into the rear view, Bucky’s blue eyes look back. At this point, you have no idea if any cars are behind you because you will not let yourself look again.

“This is nice.” Steve says breezily, commenting on the silence. You had barely spoken to them when they arrived, instead busied yourself with playing Tetris with your luggage and theirs as well as the fabric box of Bucky’s--- BUCKEYE’s things. God damn it.

“Love it when it’s quiet. Nothing but the road and--” Steve continues.

“Oh, shut up!” You and Bucky reply in unison. You glare up into the mirror. Bucky glares right back. The embarrassment of last night snuffs itself out. Love? In this motherfucker’s dreams.

To your side, Steve stares out the window to hide his smirk.

—

The music of your so-called Driving Playlist bumps through the car speakers. You’ve been subjecting them to your chaotic tastes for the last hour. Every new song is jarring and different than the one before it. There’s Christmas carols. Frenetic Japanese electropop. Incredibly explicit gansta rap. Something else sounds like a broken harmonica for eight whole goddamn minutes. Inexplicable genres and band names. In the middle of a warbly bass line and shrieking synths, you explain that this track is from a “witch house" group you particularly enjoyed as a young girl.

The terms “witch house” and “young girl” so close together makes the both of them shudder. Steve is petrified at the end of each song because the next one always seems to be worse. Bucky squeezes his face between two fully stuffed bags and groans as loudly as he can.

You stop to get gas and Steve walks Buckeye around the perimeter of the station. Bucky comes out from the sliding doors holding three Gatorades and cold brew coffee.

“Drink up.” He commands, flinging a pink bottle at you. “My turn to drive.”

You shake the nozzle when it clicks off and roll your eyes. “No way.”

“You can’t even see over the steering wheel.” You flip him off and silently mock him, rolling your eyes and scrunching up your nose. Then, you replace the nozzle and head inside to use the restroom, flipping him off another time for good measure.

“Don’t! Even!” You threaten behind your shoulder. But of course, by the time you’re halfway to the door, he’s already slid in the driver’s seat.

—

The only way you would stop bitching is if Bucky let you pick the music. So, the cord remains faithfully attached to your phone. And that dreaded playlist.

---

An hour later, your leg bounces from the back, knocking your knee into Steve’s seat. You’ve had to piss like a racehorse for the last twenty minutes and you feel like a fucking water balloon, about to pop. Steve turns around, elbow on the center console and quirks an eyebrow. “You okay?”

“Yessssss..” you could probably weep right now. No. No thinking of tears because tears are water. No fucking water.

“You’re shaking my seat pretty rough.” Steve accuses.

“You have to go again, don’t you? Jesus, what are you, four?” You’d think about how much you hate him but your bladder requires way more attention right now. This is the best posture you’ve ever had in your entire life. Your back is straight and you’re arching forward slightly—anything to relieve the pressure.

“I’m—- Ugh!” You shriek as the car runs over something and the entire thing rocks up, kicking a sharp jab into your lower abdomen. A wave of chills runs over your arms. “Oh no…” You whisper. Buckeye perks up and begins to sniff around, investigating your concern.

“Maybe I peed a little.” You admit sheepishly, squeezing your thighs together as well as your eyes.

“The next stop isn’t for another half hour…” Steve laments.

“Dirty Keanu Reeves over here gave me Gatorade!” You shake the bottle between them, 32 empty strawberry-flavored sugar-free ounces in all it’s glory. Even the wrapping has been peeled off. Steve sends the both of you a reproachful glare.

“I didn’t think she’d guzzle the whole damn thing!” He chooses to ignore your new nickname for him. He doesn’t even know who Keanu Reeves is. It’s a shame, really.

“Oh please stop arguing please pull over I swear I’ll piss in the forest I don’t care please.” Your words are running together like a waterfall. No. Not a waterfall. Oh god, you think, do not imagine any waterfalls. Bucky flips the blinker on and checks his blind spot before navigating to the right carefully. He puts on the hazards and stops your car—half on the emergency lane and half in the grass. Outside the window is about 200 feet of wildflowers before it turns dark with thick trees.

He turns and takes Steve’s place in-between the cloth seats. “There you are, princess. Pop a squat. Or stand. Just fucking hurry.”

“If I had a dick, Barnes, it would be way bigger than yours.” You push Bucky out of the way and wiggle until you can reach the glove compartment, elbowing Steve’s face in the process. There, your fingers yank a few tissues smushed into the corner of the dusty slot and you bolt. Oh sweet six-pound-and-four-ounces Jesus Christ you’ve never been so happy to piss in the woods.

Steve pats Bucky’s thigh as they watch you shred through the white and orange stalks, ripping a path through the peaceful country green. “Nah, Buck.” He smiles, “You’re pretty big.” Bucky slams the back of his head into the seat and lets out a long-suffering groan.

When you come back you fly into the car and moan happily. Bucky turns around to give you a snarky comment, but you hiss at him like an angry wildcat. “Saw a dead possum in the woods, man.” You say, “Looks just like you.”

—

Both you and Steve are asleep, along with the dog. It’s been a little over an hour now. The Captain reclines in the passenger seat, sunglasses on. You’re pitched over Buckeye, head resting on your splayed arm. The three orders of family-sized burger meals knocked you out first, then Steve. There’s hardly any room in the car for the enormous amount of trash that entailed, but you made do with the space next to your leg and stuffed the bag between you and the door.

Bucky slurps his coffee and drives in silence, frowning when the idea that he misses your bullshit finds him.

—

“God, can we listen to anything else?” Bucky grumbles when some mindless tune comes back on. You smile because Rebecca Black’s “Friday” is your goddamn jam. It’s the single best song to piss off any living person or animal and you embrace it whole-heartedly.

You let Steve browse the rest of your selection, waiting patiently for the inevitable—

“What is this?” He yelps. “Gay for Jesus?” His fingers continue to scroll, “What kind of playlist names are these? Sad n Sexy Santa? Who’s got the Biggest Dick in Baseball?” You’re cackling madly. It doesn’t stop there. “Fingerblast Fest of 2017?”

“What does that even mean?” Bucky mutters.

“Made it for a lesbian couple. Anniversary present.”

Bucky’s face scrunches up with confusion and you enlighten him by leaning forward and thrusting two fingers back and forth so vigorously his seat shakes like an industrial-sized dryer set on high.

“Oh fuckin’ A!” He cries, jerking his head away from your hand. Steve turns red as a beet. “Okay, new rule...” he sighs, turning your phone over on his lap, “Do not ask about playlist names.”

Traffic has clogged up the highway. It’s deadlocked and immobile, stuck in the middle of a big city—all smog and industry. There’s not even good scenery to look at. You are buried in-between the pages of a book, taking advantage of the stillness by reading as much as you can. After this, you’ll have to brush up on your Latin, too. Then Greek. It’s annoying, but at least you don’t have to do another summer immersion program somewhere in bumfuck Florida this year.

A folky tune comes on and it’s a welcome reprieve. Bucky and Steve look up when you start humming along, voice coming out to follow the melody.

“Didn’t know you could sing.” Steve comments.

“Habeo multum talenta.” You reply—brain tuned to Latin. It makes them both wonder what else you can do.

Two hours left to go before the three of you reach your destination. You’ve switched out with Steve, who begrudgingly sits in the back, legs pushed up nearly to his chest while you stretch up front, cracking your back every which way. Bucky has refused to move from the driver’s side.

The music halts for a couple of hours while conversations meander. All sorts of subjects are breached now that there is nothing else to do but talk. The last two months of knowing them, although made you more comfortable, didn’t quite allow you to learn as much as this single car ride has. Most of what you could understand from them was made through your own observations, but now they are more or less open books.

Sometimes, the words hang heavy in the air— old, bulbous and dusty ornaments they polish for you. Steve talks about the war. Bucky does too. You have lots of questions on your end and they illuminate all of them with personal spotlights.

Sometimes, it returns to the playfulness you are used to.

Steve vomited on the cyclone. Bucky lost three dollars trying to win a bear for a girl. You tell him you blew through thirty-five dollars on a crane machine once (for yourself) and the two of you share a moment of solidarity together. Although, it’s hard for you to imagine him as some flirtatious young man and Steve can see it on your face.

“New gal every two weeks.” He informs.

“Were there even that many women in Brooklyn?” You gasp, scandalized.

“They came from all over to get a look at Buck.”

Bucky only rolls his eyes, but you see a smile tug on the other side of his face.

“What was wrong with them?” You whisper on-brand with your usual self, but the memory of his laughter by your front door glows rosy in your mind. Yeah, you can see how girls would get themselves in a tizzy for him. Winter Soldier with his mask on hardly turned heads as much as Captain Adonis America, but if you take a second to look at him, it’s easy to see how built he is. Like a Greek statue. Even his aura is enthralling—a bit secretive, a little dark. He could definitely use that to his advantage.

The smile grows into an almost feral grin—there's that aura, you think. “You haven’t seen nothin’ yet.” He nearly growls.

You sit back and pretend to busy yourself with petting Buckeye because the pink crawling up your neck is about to choke you blue.

Bucky pulls off the familiar highway, drives a distance down the curved road next to the river and you lean back, breathing in that familiar fishy and slightly sickly sewage air.

“Aw yeah. Welcome to Cincy.” You laugh. Steve ducks his head to watch the scene, squinting at billboards and watching houses whiz by.

“What’s Skyline Chili?” He asks as the car zooms by an advertisement. A questionable pile of shredded cheese overtakes the (apparently) chili and hot dog on the otherwise blue sign.

“Depending on your taste, either the best or worst thing you’ll ever eat.” The smile on your face widens when he furrows his brow. “Oh, my sweet summer child... you’re in for a treat.”

Your neighborhood comes into view and you wistfully stare at the immaculate paved roads, manicured wide green lawns, blonde-haired moms pushing baby strollers, and dogs trailing behind them on loose leashes. Buckeye pads around as much as he can in the back, stepping over your lap repeatedly as he begins to recognize where he’s at.

“Pretty nice neighborhood.” Steve comments, making a slow turn. The GPS pulls him into a driveway leading up to your parent’s ranch-style home. They both whistle at the garden in bloom and the cobblestone path. You point him to pull around to the garage where your father’s Benz is parked. The old willow tree hangs over it, weeping petals and leaves on the windshield.

“Holy shit.” Bucky mutters at how the rosebushes and magnolia pots wrap even around the side and the back. The deck is littered with more flowers and potted plants. A stained glass table. Even the outdoor chairs have beautiful plush cushions. There seems to be a room underneath the slope of the yard—perhaps a basement transformed into a living space. Everything matches perfectly. “You do have money.”

You sigh.

“It’s not my money. It’s my parents’.” The scathing and bitter tone makes him frown, but you hop out anyway, slinging two bags over your shoulder and nudging Buckeye into the yard. Your dog happily pounces all over the greenery, chasing butterflies and barking.

“You sure they’re ok with this?” Steve asks carefully.

You nod, “There are lots of perks to being the prodigal son. Daughter, in my case.”

“Thought you had a dick.” Bucky sneers.

“Get with the times, old man. Gender is an illusion.”

—

The house is empty. You lead them through the front door and into the hall where it branches into three areas. There’s a railing and staircase that leads down, but for now they take in the sights on this floor. The first step points straight to the dining room where the table is already lined with china and perfectly arranged. Silk napkins. Crystal glasses. Delicately carved mahogany display cabinet.

On the right is the living space and kitchen where the color scheme turns to a pale aqua, cream, and gold accents. Two scooped leather seats face the flat screen, flanked by built-in shelves filled with books. There is also a small couch and a seafoam armchair and matching ottoman. The coffee table is a gorgeous marble, flecked with gold.

They turn and look down the other way, noticing a large mirror entombed by a heavy decorated frame in between two doors. The walkway continues right and disappears even further down.

You stare at them. They stare back.

“Please don’t.” You beg, dropping your bags with a heavy sigh; this is why you didn’t want them coming. You hate it when people comment on your parents’ house. And they haven’t even seen the pool or tennis court. Or the downstairs living area with the grand piano your fingers nearly bled all over from countless hours of practice. Or the family oil painting you sat for when you were a kid. Fuck.

“I fucking hate it.” Bucky says nonchalantly. “Gaudy shit. Too big. This place haunted?”

You could leap into his arms if they weren’t carrying his bag and your dog’s stuff. Instead, you settle for a genuine smile, all warmth and radiance because you feel it in your heart—the appreciation for his understanding wrapped in snark. “Now we’re talking. C’mon. Let’s go downstairs. You guys can stay in my childhood bedroom.”

They finally drop their bags on the bay window seat in your old room after you unlock it. It’s always been like this— and you never let your parents come in. You open the middle of the window and let the room air out a little and the afternoon light pours in. Your old pictures are still on the shelves. Trophies. Music books. Your suede riding helmet, too. They wander around, peering at the images.

“Where are your parents?” Steve asks.

You shrug and plop down on the king-size bed out of habit, lying back with your legs dangling off the edge. Buckeye hops on with you and pads around a bit before he settles into a bagel-like swirl of a shape. “Ibiza. Dubai. Paris. Virgin Islands. Take your pick. My dad has property in all of them.” You message him anyway. You’re not surprised they’re gone for the summer. You don’t really come back for them; you mostly come back to get away from Manhattan.

“Wow.” Steve mutters.

“He even owns part of a mountain in Colorado. It’s vile. Historically, we’re from Ohio… ugh. I don’t want to talk about it.” You feel like a child again, and being in this space doesn’t help.

Steve examines the paintings in the room and flips through scattered books on the work desk. Bucky trails around your bookshelves, looking at the frames, picking some up here and there to examine what’s inside. “Who’s this?”

Peeking up you blow a pppffbbfbfbt breath of air out between your lips. It’s you, duh. Except your hair is perfectly curled and piled atop your head— a bird’s nest cushion for a sparkly tiara. Your eyes are piled heavily with so much eyeshadow and lash extensions it looks like an ombré spider web, and you’re wearing a low-cut dress swirling with rhinestones. Across your torso is a sash. Yep. Homecoming Queen. You’re pressed up against your date, all smiles, sharp cheeks, shoulders so thin he can see your skeleton jutting out. Over ten years ago, you were a much different person.

“Laugh it up, Barnes.” You mutter. “Thas ya girl, sweet sixteen, massively underweight, and aspiring to be the shiniest trophy wife of them all.”

“Why would I laugh?” He asks, suddenly solemn. Bucky turns to look at you, sprawled out on the bed, sardonic smile plastered to your face. “You don’t look very happy.” He still has the picture in his hand. Steve has paused, too, closing a heavy leather-bound first edition. Being caught in the middle of two concerned stares makes you heavy with anxiety and dread. Instead of spending another second under their gaze, you shoot up and motion for Buckeye to follow.

“Don’t be fucking weird, man.” Then, you’re already up the stairs.

Steve and Bucky glance at each other and Bucky places the picture back on the shelf.

—

In the downstairs living space next to their room, you pour three glasses of thirty-year-old single malt whiskey from the cabinet and plop down on the piano bench. The boys sit on the couch and regard you curiously as you open the cover and stare at the ivory keys. Your foot stomps on each of the paddles underneath vengefully. Then you tip your head back, whiskey along with it, and slam the cover shut with a trembling crash. “Fuck you, Mozart.” You whisper, as if the piano can hear.

You peek downstairs after your bath and call, “Hey! My parents use a water softener so if you feel slimy… it’s normal.” The whiskey has made you flush with excitement and volatile energy.

Steve’s head pops out from the bathroom doorway, neck and chest red from the heat. “Oh, thank God.” He says, “Buck’s been scrubbing for hours.”

“Who the fuck would do this!” Bucky’s voice echoes from the same tiled space. You can practically see it shooting out from the room behind Steve’s shoulder to crash into the adjacent wall like a comic panel.

The towel on top of your head slips and you attempt to grab it quickly, using your other hand to hold onto the knot around your chest. “You guys fucking in there?!”

Steve only grins and sends you a wink, mischievous expression catching you off guard. The towel tumbles down the stairs and your hair slaps itself over your face. The two of you watch the fluffy sheet spread over the bottom of the steps before staring at each other. “You gonna get that?” He asks.

“No.” You reply, abruptly mortified, “It’s yours now.”

Apparently, Steve Rogers has chosen this very moment to make it known that partners is not only platonic in meaning. You don’t know why you’re so embarrassed, because you’ve been harassing them for months about who’s a bottom (you bet all four limbs it’s Bucky), but suddenly the moment is confronting you and all you can do is think about how you’re naked and third-wheeling … in your own damn home. And that maybe you shouldn’t have had all that whiskey.

Captain America rubs the tip of his nose absentmindedly, “You alright?” There is genuine concern in his eyes as he steps out of the doorway and reveals his –NAKED! NAKED!

“No!” You scream, turning your head and hiding behind your outstretched hand. “No! Don’t! You fucking stay there you—Fucking A, Steve!”

He’s not really naked; he’s wrapped hip-down in a towel, but you don’t even want to see the outline of him. As far as you know, he’s a smooth-crotched Ken Doll. Maybe Bucky has like, three dicks. There is so much panic inside of you right now.

The water stops from the shower and rustling is heard as Bucky dries off. You attempt to slowly back up away from the steps and move back into the confines of your own room until your dog springs past you like a loose cannonball and sails downstairs. He banks left into the bathroom and licks a stripe over Steve’s shin before finding his true target: Bucky.

There is tumbling, banging, wincing from you and Steve as Buckeye clobbers his human doppelganger once more. Then, there is yelling and cussing—Steve, moving inside to help, but then more crashing follows before Buckeye tears from the bathroom and up the stairs with two towels clenched tightly in his mouth.

“No…” You whisper, when he drops them at your feet. His tongue flops against his chin and he looks up expectantly, as if you might reward him for his endeavor. Steve’s head peeks out again, and the wry smile he sends your way says: you’re fucked.

Next Chapter

#marvel #mcu #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #stucky x reader #self insert #fanfiction #FiMS

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httphopewrld · 5 years

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babysitters | (f)

It’s your first time babysitting your sister’s son, Ryan. Not only are you nervous because you’ve never done it before, but because of your boyfriend decides to tag along. Surprisingly, your nephew and boyfriend get along well.

Pairing: boyfriend!hoseok x reader

Rating: no rating!

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k+

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Recently, your sister asked if you could take care of her two-year-old son, Ryan. She and her husband wanted to spend their third-year anniversary together, so they needed someone to babysit their kid. Since you were her sister and free of charge, she asked you.

"It'll only be one night, Y/N." Your sister said casually through the phone. You rolled your eyes, wedging the home phone between your shoulder and the side of your face.

"But I don't know if Hoseok would be okay with it..." You were folding clothes when you heard your sister sigh.

"How long have you been dating this loser...?" You could see her rubbing her temples, her lips pursed.

"Almost two years? And by the way, he isn't a loser."

"I know that. I just wanted to piss you off."

You leaned back on the couch, finally done folding the laundry. For a while, you and your sister just stayed quiet, quiet breaths filling the earpieces.

"You worry too much," she finally said. "So stop it." You inhaled deeply, ready to argue with her.

"Look, I'll even drop him off tomorrow for you. I'll give you a bag of his toys, too."

"But—"

"He's not even picky with food. No allergies, either." You rolled your eyes at your sister, and picked up the laundry basket, walking towards the bedroom. "Just—just please do this for me. I'm only asking for some time with my husband, okay? I'll drop him off at one o’clock and pick him up at two o'clock the next day."

You could feel her doing puppy dog eyes, or down on her knees begging. She really 'needed' this. This was probably the first time when she’d ever get over who mother-ego and ask for help. This could also be used as an opportunity for her to “owe you one” in the future.

"Fine. I'll do it." You heard her squeal on the other end of the line, making you hold the phone away from your now ringing ear.

"But you owe me." You added when you heard the squealing stop.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. See you tomorrow at one o'clock!"

"Bye, sis."

Your sister came around one o'clock, two bags in her hands, and a portable children's feeding seat. One bag had Ryan's clothes and the other had some of his toys. Ryan was hiding behind your sister when you looked down at him. She ruffled his black hair, before gently ushering him into your apartment.

"So how did Hoseok react, when you told him about your nephew staying over for a night?" She asked putting her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. You looked inside the apartment, to see where Hoseok was.

To you amusement, he was crouching in front of Ryan, holding a toy up to him. It seemed that Ryan said something funny because Hoseok was laughing.

He caught your eye, and made a silly face, making you chuckle.

"He was ecstatic about it. I've never seen him this happy in a few weeks, actually." You rubbed your arm slowly, looking down at the ground.

"Well, that's good to hear." She smiled. Her phone made a beeping noise, causing her to take it out of her purse.

"I have to go now. Thanks again...!" She waved goodbye, jogging down the hall before you could reply. You shrugged and closed the door, making your way towards Hoseok.

When you saw him this time, he was standing in front of the couch, holding Ryan upside down, who was laughing his head off. Hoseok looked up at you, biting his lip for a brief second.

"I kinda like this little guy." He smiled, looking back down at the giggling boy.

You rested a hand on your hip, smiling to yourself. And I was worried that Hoseok would hate this...

"Okay, okay. Put him down before his head explodes, from too much blood rushing up to it". You said, causing Hoseok’s eyes to open wide.

He quickly turned Ryan right-side up, and on the couch. "Can that really happen?" He whispered, blocking the side of his mouth with his hand, acting as if Ryan could understand him. You nodded, making Hoseok gasp.

"Jesus." He put a hand to his chest and sat down.

You felt arms wrap around your waist as you put some rice in a bowl. "Is that enough?" You asked holding the bowl towards his face, which was rested on your shoulder. He kissed your neck, then snuggled into its crook.

"Perfect." He took the bowl from you, walking towards the dining table. You grabbed a bowl of rice for yourself, and a small one for Ryan.

"Did you need help with anything?" Hoseok asked as he strapped the feeding seat onto the chair. He helped Ryan onto the seat, as you brought the food to the table. He took the small bowl for Ryan, then put some sweet and sour pork in it, mixing it with the rice.

"Here comes the airplane!" Hoseok sang, inching the small piece of onion close to Ryan's mouth. You couldn't help but smile as Hoseok continued to feed him and cheer at the end of every bite.

Hoseok passed Ryan his bottle and then looked at you. You were daydreaming as he furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side. You recognized your daze and blushed.

"You should start eating before it gets cold." You put your bowl down and stood up. "I'll get this sleepy boy to bed."

Hoseok glanced at the boy, who's eyes were slowly closing. You both chuckled before looking back at each other.

You took Ryan out of his seat and brought him to the bedroom you and Hoseok shared.

It's been around two hours after dinner. You've obviously misjudged the tiredness of Ryan since it took you an hour to get him ready for bed, and then another hour for Hoseok to say goodnight.

But when you took him out of the chair, it was only six o'clock.

You were watching a tv show when Hoseok collapsed beside you on the couch, exhaling deeply. "Finally finished reading the third book twice." He held up two fingers, then let his hand fall lazily.

"Thanks for doing that, by the way." You pecked his lips and grasped his hand. You felt him squeeze your hand, and you squeezed his in return.

"Don't worry about it, you got him ready for bed." Hoseok rested his head on your shoulder.

You never realized it, until now, but maybe this was some sort of sign. You know, the 'universe' telling you "Hoseok is totally father material, and maybe you should think about having kids in the near future."

"Hey," Hoseok began sitting up, then held both of your hands. "Can we have Ryan over more often?" He looked into your eyes deeply. You could tell he was a bit nervous about asking since you both were tired out of your minds at the moment.

"Sure, if that's what you want." You said with a smile.

He shrunk back. "You sure...? Even considering how tiring it is?" You ruffled his chocolate brown hair. Out of all the things that could make you smile like an absolute dork, Hoseok was your definite weakness.

"I think it'll be fine. But maybe we could--" You stopped yourself before you could start talking; about the whole 'father material' stuff and having kids.

You covered your mouth. Crap.

"What?"

"Nothing." You faced the TV and turned the volume up. The feeling of his body moving closer made your body become stiff.

"Y/N... What is it...?" Hoseok face was inches from the side of your face. He poked your cheek repeatedly, hoping to annoy the truth out of you. You finally turned your face, only to see his right in front of yours.

"Tell me." His hands hovered around your waist, and you could feel the warmth of them.

"No. I won't tell you."

A smirk appeared on his face before he began tickling your sides, causing you to burst into laughter.

"Ho- Hoseok...! S-stop...! You-You're going t-to wake u-up, Ryan!" He stopped after you finished the sentence. There was a long silence as you caught your breath. Your heart was still beating rapidly as you talked.

"I just thought," you sighed, thinking deeply about what you were about to say, "that we could get in trouble if we kept asking for Ryan to come over." Good cover Y/N. Good cover...

"Hm?" He tilted his head again, like a dog trying to figure out what you were trying to say.

"You know. Sis might think we're slowly trying to kidnap her son. Like, slowly trying to gain their trust, then boom...! Poof, he's all of a sudden gone." You mimicked an explosion with your hand, earning a chuckle from Hoseok. "Just a thought."

"A pretty ridiculous one." He added, causing you to slap his shoulder.

As if on cue, Ryan's crying filled both of your ears. You both looked at the room and then at each other before standing up in unison.

"I'll get it." Hoseok kissed your cheek before walking towards the room, without any other word.

"Hoseok," you began, catching his attention "I love you."

A smile appeared onto his lips. "Love you too."

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ravenoftheskyes · 5 years

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Personas, Wildcards, and Families. (Part 1)

(AN: Time to start writing again! This is supposed to go to with my Mako-Fam fic that’s up on my blog, but it’s not necessary to read it to read this one. Once again, inspired by the Mako-Fam au on @thieves-in-the-palace’s blog. Also still a bunch of ships. Not gonna tag them all this time. This is gonna be Multipart Bc I kinda hit the paragraph limit.)

Makoto walks into her home, exhausted after a day of running around in Kaneshiro’s palace. The thieves were close to the treasure. A bit more and they could send the calling card. Makoto walked into her room and immediately fell asleep on the bed.

The next morning was luckily a Sunday. Ren had said they weren’t going into the palace today, citing the fact that it was Ryuji’s birthday and he needed to hang out with his boyfriend. Sae was out and Makoto was alone. Until she heard a knock at the door. She walked over and opened the door to reveal...

Akihiko Sanada, Chie Satonaka, and Naoto Shirogane. According to most people, the two officers and the detective were the best trio you could have on a case. Smart, Courageous, and Strong. However, Makoto knew them as her family. She stepped aside to let them in.

“Hm, Teddie’s here too?” She asked them, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Yeah...” Chie said, trailing off at the end.

“It’s beary quiet in here!” Teddie said to absolutely no one. Bless him and his talent for bringing smiles to everyone’s faces.

Small discussions grew and the house was filled with conversation and laughter. Teddie walked off to take a call from Yosuke.

“Yosuke and Sensei said that there was something important we had to talk about!” Teddie exclaimed.

Akihiko, Chie, and Naoto knew that it was probably some Shadow Operatives stuff, or something else important, but they hesitated to leave Makoto alone in the house. They knew how it felt to feel alone.

“Go. I’ll be fine.” Makoto said to them, not dulling their worries. But they had to go. So they did.

“We’ll be back soon.” Naoto promised the girl.

Makoto wanted to tell them everything. About how her persona made her feel. About everything they did.

Little did she know, there was a discussion going on.

Teddie walked over to a table.

“She’s awakened to her persona! My nose knows!” Teddie said to the rest of the Shadow Operatives.

“What did we tell you?” Minako said.

“How did you three know?” Mitsuru asked the Wildcards.

“Those labyrinth things we told you about. She was there, in the second one.” Minato said, for once not half-asleep.

Ken piped up from the back, asking about why only they remembered the labyrinths.

“Wildcard magic.” Yu said, and everyone accepted the answer.

“The real question is, how do we talk to her about it? Only other persona users understand personas. She isn’t going to tell us about it.” Akihiko says.

“...I don’t think they’ve gotten their permanent Navigator yet. It’s a bit too early to talk about them with her.” Yu says to the teams.

And so they agree to wait a few months. To let her team gain strength. To have her increase her bonds. Let her connection with Johanna get stronger. Let Queen rise to the occasion.

A couple of months pass. Futaba, Haru, and Goro join the team. Makoto and Johanna get better. They all agree that it’s time to reveal their Personas to her.

They come to Makoto’s house during a bad point. Sae’s doing her whole win/lose thing again. Sae hasn’t been acting right for a couple of years now.

“It’s either a win or lose, Makoto! You can’t lose!” Sae yells out to her sister.

“Sis! Calm down, please!” Makoto yells back, desperation evident in her voice.

Chie, Akihiko, and Naoto rush in.

“Sae! Calm down!” Chie yells out.

“She needs to learn! She’s not going to make her way in this world without knowing that losing is to be avoided!”

“But, Sae! Losing is inevitable! You aren’t going to win everything!” Naoto yells out.

The air becomes tense. It seems to be crackling with electricity. And did it just get colder in here?

“What do you know?! Everyone loves you! You’re winning 24/7!” Sae screams out.

The three of them get flashbacks to the fear during foggy days and full moons. To feeling hopeless and yet, continuing to fight.

“We’re not winning all the time.” Akihiko says to her, as he remembers October 4th, where his best friend, his brother, his rock since Miki’s death, fell into a coma that he wasn’t supposed to recover from.

“We lose a lot more than you think.” Chie whispers, as she remembers her shadow. How it said she only kept Yukiko around for her looks. How it said she didn’t really love her.

“It takes losses to get a win.” Naoto mutters, at a barely hearable level. She remembers Heaven, Nanako’s little place in the TV World. How it broke everyone, little by little when the girl died.

But then they remembered how Shinjiro woke up from the coma, how Chie’s shadow helped her save Yukiko, how Nanako came back to life.

How Nyx and Izanami were defeated. Even if for a few months, the Arisato Twins had to die. Even if for a few moments, the entire Investigation Team sacrificed themselves for their leader. Things worked out for them, because they were willing to take losses for the wins. Adachi, Takaya, Ikutski, Namatame... inconsequential at this point.

Until Sae screams out.

“What have you lost?! Don’t try to patronize me by telling me you’ve lost things too! Get out! And don’t come back!”

Okay, the air isn’t just crackling anymore. Makoto can feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. And seriously, when did it get so cold in here?

The three of them leave, not wanting to make things worse. Naoto pulls her phone out of her pocket, ever so slightly. Makoto gets it. Text them later.

And then Sae says that Makoto isn’t allowed to contact them anymore. She should just forget about them.

But Makoto’s a phantom thief now. She’s not going to go down so easily.

The next day, she asks Ren if she could borrow his phone. Ren gives it to her.

To: Naoto Shirogane

Ren: Aunt Nao, it’s Makoto. Sae said I couldn’t contact you anymore.

Naoto: ALRIGHT, I’LL TELL EVERYONE ELSE.

Ren: Class is about to start, so I have to go.

Naoto: WE’LL FIGURE THIS OUT. DON’T WORRY.

Makoto hands Ren his phone back, and bolts to class. She makes it with a few seconds to spare.

Now, Naoto’s at the police station. She switches text conversations.

To: Persona Losers

Naoto: WHO CHANGED THE GROUPCHAT NAME THIS TIME?

Yosuke: naoto stp txtin lik that.

Yu: Partner, your texting isn’t any better.

Yosuke: cmon ptnr

Minato: I’ve got a class going on, text fast.

Naoto: SAE SAID THAT MAKOTO COULD NOT TALK TO US ANYMORE.

Minako: Oh no.

Minato: Minako, you’re supposed to be watching my class?

Minako: Right, sorry!

Junpei: btw I changed the gc name

Yukari: I’m telling Mitsuru.

Junpei: wait no

Yukari: Too late, my beautiful wife is pissed.

Yukiko: Do you have to bring up the fact that you’re with your wife at every turn? I’m home in Inaba while my gf’s in Tokyo and I miss her.

Chie: I miss you too...

Akihiko: Back to the point at hand.

Minato: What, you don’t miss me?

Akihiko: Babe, this isn’t the time.

Minato: I know.

Minato: Oh, I’ve got to go.

Minato: Bye <3.

Naoto: I SHOULD GO AS WELL. GOODBYE.

Yosuke: bye u 2.

Akihiko: skshdjshshsisj

Chie: I can’t believe you killed Akihiko

Naoto pockets her phone, and walks over to Akihiko and Chie.

“So, can’t handle affection?” Chie teases a red-faced Akihiko.

“Shut UP. Can we get back to the point?” He replies.

“As much as I’d love to join in on the teasing, he’s right. We need to talk about Makoto.” Naoto joins in on the conversation.

“Yeah, how are we supposed to talk to her now?” Chie asks.

“We could... wait for her to tell us?” Naoto mutters.

“Naoto, are you kidding me? She doesn’t know we have personas. She thinks we’re not going to believe her.” Akihiko says to her.

“Okay but how do we do either? Sae’s cut off all communication.” Chie interjects.

“Rise or Fuuka?” Naoto asks.

“Rise’s on a tour and Fukka’s on special assignment back home.” Akihiko tells the detective.

“What about Mitsuru or Teddie?” Chie asks.

“They’re also busy.” Naoto says to her.

“...Teddie’s busy?” Chie says, shocked.

“Yosuke’s making him work double-shifts back home to pay for all the topsicles he’s been eating.” Naoto says, stifling a giggle.

“Wait... can’t we just talk to her on the way to school?” Akihiko whispers.

“...”

“Why didn’t we think of that?!” Chie exclaims.

The next day...

Makoto walks off the train, meeting with Ren to have a quick conversation.

“Hey, Makoto!” Chie yells out as they get close to her.

“Oh, hey! You want to talk right now?” Makoto asked them.

“We know you have school soon, but we have to tell you something. Could you come over to the place we’re staying after school?” Naoto asked them.

“Sure...” Makoto replied, feeling a bit nervous.

Makoto walked over to the small house where they were staying for the week while they worked on the case. She walked in, still feeling apprehensive. The Okumura incident had just happened, and they were cops. What if they realized that Makoto was a Phantom Thief?

“Makoto, we need to talk to you about something.” Naoto said, at a table in the middle of the living room.

Oh, no Makoto thought to herself. She’s been busted.

“Tomoe” Chie said to Makoto.

“What?”

“Tomoe, my Initial Persona’s name.” Chie told her.

“WHAT?!” Makoto screamed out.

“Sukuna-Hikona”

“Polydeuces”

“SERIOUSLY?! I’VE BEEN WANTING TO TELL YOU ABOUT JOHANNA FOR MONTHS NOW!” Makoto continued screaming.

After a while, Makoto chilled out.

“So, where do you go to fight Shadows?” Akihiko asked her.

“You guys don’t go to the Metaverse?” She asked them.

“No, Akihiko went to a place called Tartarus, and Chie and I went to the TV world.” Naoto replied.

“Wait... so the stories about the Tower at Midnight and the TV murderer... those were your persona exploits?”

“Yes” the three of them spoke in unison.

“So all those weird names... they were the names of everyone’s personas?”

“Yes!”

“Quick question, Lucia is who’s persona?”

“Fuuka’s.” Akihiko told her.

“So... should I take you to the metaverse?” She asked them.

“We’d appreciate it.” Naoto told her.

And so Naoto takes the three into Mementos.

“It’s very... red.” Chie supplies, unhelpfully.

“Whoa, what happened to your clothes?!” Naoto yelled out.

“Your clothes don’t change?” Makoto asked them. “Then how do you summon your personas?”

“How do you summon yours?” Akihiko asked.

“Oh, like this.” She said, as she removed her mask to reveal Johanna. “By the way, this is the Metaverse. Call me Queen. That’s my codename.”

“Well, Queen, we summon our personas in... other ways. It’ll be easier to show you.” Naoto tells her.

Naoto and Chie pull out a pair of glasses each, as Akihiko pulls out... a gun?

“Polydeuces!”

“Tomoe!”

“Sukuna-Hikona!”

They each summon their personas. Makoto stands there, shocked. And then one idea pops into her head.

“So, the ones from the TV world are the only ones that don’t have edgy summoning sequences?”

“Yes” Naoto tells her. “It’s kind of disturbing how the Phantom Thieves and SEES summon their personas.”

“It’s to signify acceptance of death, Naoto.”

“Still concerning, Akihiko.”

“I mean, the mask is supposed to signify your true self and how you break free from society’s way of saying what you are.” Makoto interjects.

“Still freaky!” Chie yells out.

“Wait... why did you summon your initial personas? Why not your ultimates?” Makoto asks.

“We’d rather show them off in a battle!” Chie yells out.

And then they see a shadow.

“It’s been too long since we’ve done this.” Naoto smirks, as she gets her gun ready.

“Yeah!” Akihiko and Chie scream out in unison.

Makoto goes for the attack.

Two High Pixies.

The battle goes by smoothly, and Makoto makes a mental note of their elements.

“What?! Why did that look like a persona our leaders could summon?!” Chie yells out.

“You mean your leaders don’t recruit personas by negotiating with them?”

“No, just fighting Hableries and Mayas.” Naoto cuts in.

“...What?” Makoto asks

“You... don’t know what a Hablerie or a Maya is?” Akihiko asks her, shocked.

“No, we fight shadows like Pixie or Bicorn...”

“Wait... what... so your Wildcard gains new personas by negotiating with these shadows and they just enter his heart?” Naoto says, with a perplexed look on her face.

“Yeah. How do your leaders get them?”

“Uh, our leaders just say a bunch of Tarot Cards appear in front of their faces and they choose as many as the weird voice allows them...” Chie says.

“That’s... weird”

“We know” the three of them say in unison.

And then chains start rattling.

“We should get off this floor...” Makoto mutters

“Definitely.” Akihiko says.

“What’s the problem? So, the reaper’s in a treasure chest.” Chie adds.

“Looks like the reaper follows Tartarus’s rules here.” Akihiko says.

And then the sense of dread meaning the reaper’s close by comes.

“Run!” Makoto yells, and they all take off towards the stairs.

After three dead ends and almost getting caught twice, they finally make it to the stairs.

“God, I miss the Monabus at times like these.”

“The what?” Naoto asks her.

“Uh... one of our team members is an anthropomorphic cat that insists he’s not a cat and he can turn into a van.”

“Oh. So a mascot.” Chie says “Kind of like Teddie or Koromaru.

“What about Teddie? And Koromaru has a persona?!” Makoto says.

“Teddie’s not actually a method actor. He’s a weird mascot bear suit shadow that grew a body. We don’t get it either.” Naoto supplies.

“And uh, yeah. Koromaru has a persona too. He can’t talk or anything. He’s just a dog.” Akihiko tells her.

“...Damn. Next thing you’re going to tell me Aigis is actually a robot.” Makoto said with a chuckle.

“She is.” Akihiko tells her.

“...What?”

“Aigis is actually a robot” Naoto says.

“Anything else I should know?!” Makoto yells out, which was probably a bad idea considering they were in the middle of Mementos.

“All those crazy stories we told you? Cover stories. Yu and Yosuke did not meet shopping for a TV. They met on the first day that Yu was in Inaba, at school and a couple days later, He, Yosuke, and I fell into the TV world and met Teddie.” Chie tells her.

“...I’m surprised you didn’t spill any of this when you took Goro, Ken, and I to Karaoke and got wasted.” Makoto said.

“Don’t remind me, the hangover was terrible.” Naoto stated, clutching her head.

“Didn’t Ken film everything...?” Akihiko asked her.

“Yeah. I have the video. So does Goro. ‘Blackmail Material’ as he called it. I’m just planning to use it whenever you try to act like mature adults.” Makoto says, stifling a giggle.

“What was the highlight?” Chie asked.

“It’s a tie between Teddie getting wasted and trying to score with everyone there and you and Yukiko forgetting you’ve been dating for the past 5 years and kinda just... getting together.” Makoto says.

“...How much did we drink?!” Chie yells out.

“Just know that Minato, Minako, and Yu are very sappy drunks.” Makoto says.

“Wow, wildcard squad actually shows some emotion?” Chie jokes.

“Wait. Minato, Minako, and Yu are the wildcards?” Makoto asks her.

“Yes, they are.” Naoto tells her.

“...So that’s why I was getting a similar vibe from them and Ren.”

“Ren... so that’s the name of your leader?” Naoto asks.

“Yeah, do the Wildcards always lead?” Makoto replies.

“Yeah. They’ve just got this natural charisma that makes everyone fall in love with them. They’re insanely flirty if you give them the chance to be.” Chie tells her.

“So it’s not just Ren. Wildcards are just gigantic dorks that can make you fall in love with them at the drop of a hat.”

“Yes!”

“Aren’t some of the personas they can summon kind of... concerning?” Makoto asks them.

“...We just ignore them.” Naoto tells her.

“We should probably get back soon, shouldn’t we?” Makoto asks them.

“You’re right, time passes here too.” Chie says.

“There’s no limit on how long you can spend in here, right?” Akihiko asked.

“Nope, just that all the time you spend in here translates into the real world. We came in at 8:24. Sis is going to be really upset if I don’t show up soon.” Makoto said.

“She’s right. As fun as it is fighting shadows in a new place, we can’t risk burning ourselves out.” Naoto mutters. “Not to mention Sae.”

“Yeah. I should get home. See you guys later!” Makoto tells them.

Makoto leaves Mementos, and turns to go home before realizing she has one more question.

“When did you three get your personas?” She asks them.

“Third year of middle school.” Akihiko tells her

“First year of high school.” Naoto speaks.

“Second year of high school.” Chie states.

“So, all before me, huh? I got mine in June of this year.”

“That just means you’re more ready for it.” Naoto tells her with a smile.

“Yeah. Wait, does Ken have a persona?”

“Yeah. He got it in elementary school.” Akihiko tells her.

“That young?!” Makoto screams out. After she comes to terms with the fact that literally everyone in her family besides her sister has a persona, she waves goodbye and walks home.

“Where have you been?” Sae asks her.

“Isn’t that Uncle Akihiko’s line?” Makoto quips.

“Don’t talk about him. Right now, all I’m focusing on is the Phantom Thieves. We’ve got intel that they’ll be infiltrating somewhere soon.”

Makoto makes sure she doesn’t visibly flinch. She knows the plan, but it still scares her. She still can’t believe Goro betrayed them. Betrayed her. His heart’s turned bitter. He’s done unforgivable things. And now he’s planning to kill Ren.

God, I should call Haru tonight... Makoto thought to herself. She needed her sweet, fluffy, girlfriend’s help to deal with everything tonight.

To: Haru Okumura

Makoto: Hello.

Haru: Hello.

Makoto: So you remember how I told you about those crazy adults that are pretty much my family?

Haru: Yes, I remember.

Makoto: They’re Persona users. All of them.

Haru: Wait, seriously?

Makoto: Yeah. I just took them into the metaverse and they summoned their personas easily.

Haru: How long have they had them?

Makoto: Since they were in high school.

Haru: Do any of them use axes?

Makoto: Yeah, Uncle Shinji.

Haru: I’ll have to “axe” him some questions.

Makoto: Haru... Please...

Haru: That was good, and you know it!

Makoto: Fine. I’ve got to go now, though. Got to get to sleep. Night, babe!

Haru: Night, Mako-chan!

Makoto stayed awake in her bed for a while. Her mind was flooded with information. They were going to infiltrate Sae’s palace on the 20th. Ren would be captured. She decided to go to the shrine tommorow. For this plan to work, the thieves would need all the help they could get.

Finally, the 20th arrived.

Joker, ever the showoff. Jumps out a stained glass window. Gets caught. Now the waiting.

...The waiting’s always the hardest part.

Makoto relaxes. Thinking that Ren had never let them down before. He won’t let them down this time.

...Right?

Makoto’s phone starts to ring.

#makoto niijima #akihiko sanada #naoto shirogane #chie satonaka #persona 5 #long post #im too lazy to tag all the ships lol

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thequeenofadream · 5 years

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Somebody that I used to know (Ben Hardy x Reader)

Summary: you used to be ben’s and ben used to be yours, but you broke up due to distance and media pressure. you both decide that beings friends is for the best, but ben barely even sees you anymore.

Words: 2,473

Notes: drinking is done (i’ve never drunk bc im not an illegal yes yes so sorry if this is not accurate i tried to do research) get rEKTT BY THE ANGST TRAIN.

A/N: i know it’s valentine’s but uh yesa.. um HAPPY VALENTINES!! <3 ps. this will probably be a three part series and if this flops u never saw me

🎊 tagging: @obsessedwithrogertaylor @malekdarling @i-padfootblack-things

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You were a mess; much like a painting, a thousand words hid behind your gaze. Words of anger, words of sadness, words of relief; they all raced through your mind. He was a mess; much like liquor, he’d try to numb the pain, but he couldn’t delay the inevitable any longer. The day had come where he couldn’t hide behind a pillar of excuses.

You and Ben had been dating for a year now and six months in, you decided to go public. There have been many downfalls and peaks within that time. Ben was always out either shooting or doing press tours; meanwhile you were almost always on the other side of the world, busy with your own tour. Whatever time you had together would be miniscule; the way time flew when you were together was almost surreal.

You met on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. You were called upon to do a cover of “Killer Queen” along with a small part in the movie; You obviously could not say refuse. You cleared your schedule for the next two weeks, right before you’d leave for tour, and packed your bags. When you got there, you were lost and late, but luckily a blonde british boy found you wandering the halls.

“Hey, are you (Y/N)?”

“Uhm, yeah.”

“Lots of people are looking for you.”

It blossomed from there, and it was what a feeling it was. You only spent two weeks in production, but you could feel the strong friendly energy radiating off of everyone, it was particularly amazing to watch Rami become Freddie Mercury. You had gotten acquainted with everyone, and even exchanged social media handles, but Ben was especially ‘friendly’. About a week before you had to leave, the blonde finally asked you on a date.

You were honestly completely oblivious to his efforts, because everything seemed to good to be true on the magical sets of Bohemian Rhapsody. You thought he was just being his kind, generous and chivalrous self, however all those intimate moments between you two did spark butterflies in your stomach. It kind of baffled you, trying to figure out what about you caught his attention. He took you out to see London, and at the end of the day he brought you to a cozy bistro where you were spent time alone. At the end of the date, he had built up enough confidence to ask you if you wanted to try and be a thing. With the adrenaline pumping in your veins, you accepted a million times over.

You spent the last week, absolutely smitten over one another and when you left you both called each other everyday. On your sixth month together, he flew all the way to one of your concerts. He surprised you after the show and you almost cried.

“I want the whole world to know you’re my whole world.”

That was when you cried. You agreed and you both went public. It had been a rough seven months, from cheating allegations to pregnancy rumours to the constant harassment from paparazzi and others. It was ripping the both of you apart, and there was so much pain because of your love. It was like being together, unravelled the both of you. The only reason you were still strong was because of him, but all the consequences had struck you down. You felt like you couldn’t be yourself without being associated to Ben, and he felt the same. You loved each other dearly, but you still wanted to have your own careers.

And this was where you stood, in Ben’s London apartment. You had a show tomorrow night, but you figured you had to talk to him.

You both at looked at each other, your faces full of sorrow and disbelief. You thought you could somehow last forever, but almost is never enough. You both knew what had to be done, you just didn’t want to imagine each other apart. You decided to speak up, sobbing softly.

“Ben, we can’t go on like this.” You held his hand lightly. You felt weak and tired, but you were holding onto whatever you had left.

“I know.” He said simply, tightening his grip on your hand. He seemed almost mad at himself.

“So that’s it?” You asked tears trailing down your cheek. You thought he would have something more to say. He took you by the waist and held you close.

“All we do is hurt each other. It’d be better for us to be friends.” He paused, running a hand through your hair.

“We just hurt each other, I knew this since before. I just didn’t want to believe it, but now I see that it’s unhealthy. I’m not worthing of saying I love you when I’m the cause of your everyday agony.” He speaks softly, his voice cracking at the end.

“You’re not the cause of my everyday agony. In fact, you’re my sunshine. ” You say quietly, hugging him as close as humanly possible.

“But you wouldn’t be in so much pain if it weren’t for me.” He replies, taking in your scent, holding onto it. He clung onto you as if you were never to see one another again. You just stayed in each other’s embrace, one last time in silence. It was a somewhat comforting silence, knowing the pain would be over, but you were going to lose who you thought was the love of your life.

After you had both said your goodbyes, you left. You agreed you would both still be friends, but it just didn’t seem right to you. Maybe, if you had both met in much more normal circumstances you would have reached the end, but that wasn’t going happen. You had to go on and put the best happy face for your concert tonight.

“(Y/N), Are you okay?” Lucy asked snapping a finger in front of you. She had gone backstage to check on you, before you went out. You had invited the cast to your concert, but you weren’t sure if Ben would even come which was understandable.

You were zoning off into the distance, unable to process anything. Ever since yesterday, everything had been a blur and you couldn’t get your mind off of him. You hadn’t been able to sleep, eat, and think straight. You missed him so much, and it was bad.

“(Y/N)?” Lucy asked once more, shaking your shoulders.

“Yes, I’m fine.” You finally said, sighing deeply. You were most definitely not, but who could tell? Ben usually did, that’s who.

“If you say so. You’re gonna kill it tonight!” She said smiling softly. She knew what happened, but you had basically told everyone to not mention it and told the media to ‘piss off’. You really needed to do well tonight. You flashed a weak smile, assuring her you were ‘pumped’. She left you to it and went back out into the crowds.

She sat down with Rami, Gwilym and Joe, who immediately started asking about you.

“Not so good.” She sighed as the rest of them sighed in unison. They had been trying to comfort you and Ben, but that was proving to be difficult as it seemed like everything reminded you both of one another.

“Where’s Ben?” Rami asked, worrying about his other friend.

“He’s probably watching a livestream of the concert. He said he was going to practice drumming, but we all know that it could be very much code for well..” Joe trailed not even daring to put them in the same sentence. Suddenly, the lights went out and the show was about to start. Gwilym quickly added “We’ll have to split up later.”

It wasn't that they wanted to meddle between your relationship. It was more like seeing their parents divorce or something. They didn't want to choose any side, and they didn't want to see either of you looking terribly miserable.

The show was typical. It wasn’t anything grand, but it wasn’t boring. Although if you looked closely, you could see hurt written across your face. You remember how you would send Ben videos of the concert and he would express how proud he was. Almost every love song you sang was inspired by him and you couldn’t avoid him while pouring out your emotions on stage. You had to physically restrain yourself not to become a sad and depressing loser who had broken up with her boyfriend. You started feeling hazy towards the end of the show, so you were pretty loose in those last moments.

“Goodnight everyone!” You chriped, faking confidence, before stepping off stage and heading to your dressing room, lying across your sofa. You had literally told everyone that you'd deal with whatever they needed later, right now you just needed to breathe.

Your closed your eyes, trying not to think of him.You blamed yourself for the downfall. Maybe if you hadn’t gone too fast, you both wouldn’t end up crashing and burning. Maybe you shouldn’t have said yes to being the girlfriend of a guy you had known for a week. You had let everything go to your head. It was all a mistake, a beautiful yet tragic mistake.

You decided that if you wanted to get over him you needed to get rid of everything that reminded you of him, but you didn’t really know how to. You weren’t ready to just throw everything away. You needed start small. You fell asleep whilst mindlessly thinking; honestly you just wanted to sleep for a thousand years.

Lucy and Rami arrived to see you passed out on the sofa. At first they were filled with absolute dread, but someone had informed them that you had just taken a nap. You weren’t sure you were taking a nap though, if it was possible you didn’t want to wake up. Rami shook you shoulder lightly, trying to wake you up and it was indeed enough to awake you.

“Hi, sorry, that really wore me out.” You said yawning as you sat up straight.

“It was a phenomenal concert afterall! I know exactly what would do you some good.” Rami said happily, desperately trying to brighten the mood.

“We should go out for drinks, maybe some dancing?” He continued, seeing your eyes somewhat light up at the idea. It was at least brighter than the darkness that had clouded your pupils since the break up.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” You said nodding, feeling a genuine ping of joy. “But where are Gwil and Joe?” You asked looking around the dressing room. Lucy suddenly panicked trying to find an excuse or explanation to where they had gone.

“They had to head over to the pharmacy! Something about joe drinking a milkshake earlier.” She came up with a pretty believable excuse, enough for you to believe. You just nodded and let them take you.

The three of you wasted the night away drinking and singing karaoke; getting drunk also meant you letting loose which was just what you needed. You were actually drunk enough to mingle with other people on the dance floor.

“Hey I’m (Y/N) and-”

“(Y/N) (L/N)? Didn't you just perform a few hours ago?”

“Yeah yeah whatever, so I was thinking you looked cute and I think I look cute sooo..”

“(Y/N)!” Lucy interrupted your attempts at flirting and dragged you back to the booth the three of you had gotten. You were drunkenly protesting against this, wanting to go back, but she had a strong grip. She sat you down at booth, before she sat down, keeping you from leaving.

“Aww, party pooper.” You said teasing her.

“I don't think you should make rash decisions when you're drunk, love.” She said slightly annoyed by your complete ignorance to the situation. Hey, at least you weren't mopping about Ben. Rami came back with two drinks handing one to Lucy and sitting on the other side of the booth.

“How about me?” You whined, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Sorry,, but I think it's for the best.” Rami said taking a swig from his drink. You just grumbled in response, annoyed by his validness. He was most definitely right. The night went on with the three of you just hanging out; they shared funny stories on set and you shared funny stories on tour. You wish you could’ve stayed longer, but everyone has their responsibilities. Speaking of responsibilities, Rami looked at the time to see it was getting pretty late and they had an early day tomorrow.

“Hey (Y/N), We have an early day tomorrow so-”

“Say no more! I’ll just call a cab home.”

“Are you sure, you could go with us you know?”

“Nope, it’s totally fine, promise.” You smiled as they got up from the booth. Lucy gave you a knowing look so you just raised your hands in defense. “No rash decisions, promise.” You held out a hand and she took it, shaking on it.

“Get some rest, (Y/N).” Rami let out a chuckle, linking arms with Lucy. You nodded and watched them go off. You were left to your thoughts in a bustling and rowdy club. You thought about taking our your phone to call a taxi, but the fire coursing through your blood said otherwise. You ordered another drink or five, despite Rami’s past wishes, and sat all by yourself, wallowing in alcohol.

You liked it. You couldn’t feel anything, pain, regret, gloom, they were all gone. You had completely lost yourself, in the chaotic atmosphere. You didn’t feel guilty or sad or mad, You felt insanely confident. You decided to go back out to the dance floor and mingle.

“Hello there.” You smirked slyly.

Meanwhile, Ben was with Gwil and Joe watching action movies to get his mind off the subject of romance. Little did they know that this was yours and Ben basically watched every genre together, so it didn’t really work. He has spent the whole night watching your concert, before the two came along with ice cream.

Frankie was in his lap and he pet her gently as the movie played. He wished he was a better boyfriend; maybe he wouldn’t be guilty out of his mind. He should of visited you more often, he should’ve told you how much he loved you; but that was all in the past and he can’t do anything anymore. The mere thought of being in love with you made him feel liable for his actions.

He would always hold himself responsible for everything that came crashing down.

He looked on the brightside, you two could still be friends. Maybe without the media suffocating you both into romantic endeavors, you could spend time together openly. He kept telling himself everything was going to be better, but was it?

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gayandtransboy123 · 5 years

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Rufus and Luke ch.1 The premier

Note: I DO NOT SHIP THESE PEOPLE IN REAL LIFE. I just had this idea and had to get it out of my head. it’s just for fun. You can also find this story on Archieve of Our Own, my username is Brandon_p.

Luke Deacon was out of place. He didn't know anyone there except for Brian, Roger, and Freddie of course. He also had met Joe Mazzello a few times but he didn't really know him. Luke had felt out of place his entire life, at school and in the real world. Being too weird, or people not understanding his jokes.

The one person he did know was Delilah Mercury (Freddie Mercury and Jim Hutton's daughter) and she isn't here yet, running late. So the only thing left to do was find a place to sit and wait. He was at the after-party at the premiere of Bohemian Rhapsody, the Queen biopic. It was loud and there was a lot of lights, everything Luke hated. So he pulled out his phone.

The Gay brother (Cameron Deacon)

Luke: Cam

Luke: CAMMMMM

Cameron: what

Luke:I’m bored

Cameron: How's the premier?

Luke: BORRIINNGGG

Cameron: How can it be boring??

Luke: I don't know anyone

Cameron: where’s delilah?

Luke: She’s late

Luke: Wait she’s texting me, hold on

Girl who’s named after a cat (Delilah Mercury)

Delilah: I’m coming

Luke: HURRRYYYY

Delilah: okay chill bro

Luke: no chill, never chill, i’m never chilly

Delilah: I’m outside

Luke: YAY

Luke started walking outside to see Delilah, but first, he had to get through the crowd. He was almost there when he bumped into Luke started walking outside to see Delilah, but first, he had to get through the crowd. He was almost there when he bumped into someone. “Sorry” He had long blond hair, and big blue eyes, probably one of the Taylor kids but he was too focused on getting to Delilah that he ignored him.

“Get yo ass over here” Luke yelled as he saw Delilah’s car pull up.

“Sup long legs,” Delilah said before pulling Luke into a hug. She was wearing a long floral dress and her long brown hair was pulled into a braid.

“Why you leave me” Luke complained like a child as Delilah pulled him inside.

“I left something at home” and that was all the explanation she gave him.

“Can we ditch the party?”.

“No, my dad wants us to be here and you need to make new friends” and they entered the building.

“Okay Mom” and they started walking through the crowd.

“RUFUS” Delilah practically yelled, almost bursting Luke’s eardrums.

“DELI,” The guy, named Rufus said and pulled Delilah into a hug.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce you two,” Delilah said pointing to Luke and Rufus.” Luke this is Rufus Taylor” Luke recognized the man, it was the same pretty boy who bumped into him. “Rufus this is Luke Deacon”.

“We know each other,” both boys said in unison and they both let out a little giggle.

“Really how?” Delilah asked.

“He punched me,” Luke said innocently.

“I did not,” rufes said.

“Rufus why did you do that to your brother” aka mother Delilah.

“Get him, mom,” Luke said and Rufus laughed, Usually people would just stare at Luke funny if he made a joke like that but he seemed to get it.

“Is there a bar?” Delilah asked.

“Can you even drink?” Luke asked and received a punch in the shoulder.

“I’m 22, I’m not that short” and they all made their way over to the bar.

“I’m gonna go find my dad but Luke orders me a beer” and she hurried off, leaving Luke and Rufus. Luke made a mental note to punch her cause she knew he was bad with meeting new people.

“I’ll have a sprite” Luke ordered.

“I’ll have whiskey” Rufus ordered. Luke made a note of that ့ Likes Whiskey.

“Whiskey, wow” Luke commented.

“Being a good boy and ordering a soda I see”.

“Keep it pure for Jesus” Rufus shot him a million dollar smile. Luke pulled open twitter. Writing “This bitch ordered whiskey while I’m over here drinking my apple juice” and pressed tweet.

“What are you doing?” and he looked over at Luke’s phone.

“Tweeting about you,” He said smiling at his phone.

“Let me see” and Luke handed over his phone and went into laughing.”Your twitter is weird” he commented as he gave Luke back his phone.

“I just write what I think, I think a lot of weird things” and he nodded his head.

“Your honest, I like that” Holy shit was Rufus fucking Taylor flirting with him.

“You wanna bitch this place?” he asked.

“Yep,” He said instantly without thought and downed his whiskey. They didn't even think of Delilah, who was probably gonna be pissed tomorrow. They were close to the exit but Rufus ran into his sister.

“Where are you going?” asked Tiger Lily Taylor as she almost blocked the exit.

“Ditching” Rufus replied, trying to get around her.

“I’m telling dad” she sounded like she was 5.

“I’ll pay you 20$”.

“Fine, also who’s your friend” and she pointed straight at Luke.

“Luke Deacon this is my” and he wrapped his arms around Lily “My lovely sister Tiger Lily” and Luke gave a little wave before they left.

As they left Luke snapped a quick pic of the back of Rufus's head, which was now free of the tight bun he had before. He posted it on his Instagram story and captioned it “Blondie Bitch”.

“Where you wanna go?” Rufus asked as they headed towards his car.

“I Don’t know” Luke replied as they approached a car that was probably worth more than his life.

“Wanna get pizza?” he suggested.

“I could eat” and they drove to just a casual pizza place down the road. They were dressed up but they didn't really care.

“Pineapple on pizza?” going straight in with the good questions.

“Hell yeah,” and they got one large pizza and ate in the restaurant.

“This is the best pizza I’ve ever had” Rufus was the kind of person to make a pizza taco, Luke noted that.

“Same here, and I eat a lot of pizza”. It doesn't seem real, going to a movie premiere and then hanging out with your uncle's attractive son. Eating pizza with Rufus Taylor. “I want avocado's” Luke blurted out.

“I love avocados” They looked at each other like they had just found their soul mates.

“I almost chopped my finger off while chopping one” him and Rufus both laughed. “Wouldn’t have been good seeing I play the guitar”.

“You're a musician?” Rufus asked, Luke never mentioned it.

“Yeah, I majored in drama in college but I play guitar and bass” and he grabbed another piece of pizza.

“I play drums, I play with Queen and my other band” Rufus replied.

“I do some solo music but I’m part of a band, I play and also sing”.

“Can I hear something?” and Luke pulled up his band's music (young limbs) on SoundCloud while they shared a pair of earbuds. Rufus was swaying back and forth while he listened. “You have a calming voice, it’s relaxing”.

“You like it?” he was surprised.

“Yah, I love it, it has a nice vibe” he sounded like such a hippie.

“What band do you play in?” Luke asked.

“It's called The Darkness, I play drums, I can’t sing” and they both chuckled.

They stayed in that pizza parlor for about 2 hours talking about anything and everything. It didn’t feel like two hours for Luke or Rufus. They finally snapped out of it when the parlor was closing. It was at 1 AM.

“Crap, it’s late I have to go,” Luke said, getting up

“Me too,” Luke said and was silent for a second “Can I have your phone?” he asked and Luke handed it over. “This is my number, call or text me okay” Luke nodded.

“Bye Rufus” Luke said leaving.

“Bye Luke,” he said with a smile as he left too and saw Luke step into a cab before he could even offer a ride home.

Luke woke up to about 20 different text messages, mostly from Delilah and Cameron.

The Gay brother (Cameron Deacon)

Cameron: LUKE DEACON

Cameron: RESPOND

Luke: Good Morning to you too

Cameron: why u no respond

Luke: I had an interesting night ;)

Cameron: WAS IT WITH THE BLOND BITCH

Cameron: I WANT ANSWERS

Cameron: WHO WAS IT

Luke: Rufus Taylor

Cameron: WHAT HAPPENED

Luke: Delilah introduced us and we got to talking

Cameron: DID YOU USE PROTECTION

Luke: I DID NOT SLEEP WITH HIM

Luke: anyway, we ditched the part and hung out in a pizza parlor all night

Cameron: how romantic ;)

Luke: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PERV

Cameron: my little boi making friends at kindergarten

Luke: shut up

Luke: Did dad call? I was supposed to call him but i forgot

Cameron: Yep, also he wants you over for breakfast

Luke: Okay, thanks dude

Girl who’s named after a cat (Delilah Mercury)

Delilah: YOU MOTHERFUCKER YOU DITCHED ME x(

Delilah:ANSWER HOE

Luke: Hi

Delilah: DON'T HI ME HOE

Luke: sorry

Delilah: DID YOU RUN OFF WITH RUFUS

Luke: maybe ;)

Delilah: ANSWERS. BITCH

Luke: we got pizza and talked all night

Delilah: FUCK THAT’S CUTE

Luke: SHUT IT

Delilah: I SHIP IT

Luke: STOP

Delilah: Okay i’ll stop

Luke: Thank you :)

Delilah: are you gonna tx him?

Luke: Yah

Delilah: DO IT. DO IT.

Luke: I’m gonna do it

Delilah: GO GET HIM TIGER

Luke: SHUT UP

Blondie Bitch (Rufus Taylor)

Luke: Hey

Rufus: Hey

Luke: Delilah is pissed at us

Rufus: Yah, she sent me 20 text in all caps

Luke: all caps, that when you know it’s serious

Rufus: IKR

Rufus: Anyway, my band is having a show on sunday, do you wanna go?

Rufus: Delilah will be their

Luke: I’ll get back to you and see if i have anything on that day

Rufus: Okay, it will be good to see you there

Luke: and see you all sweaty

Rufus: playing drums is exhausting OKAY

Luke: We’ll see :)

Girl who’s named after a cat (Delilah Mercury)

Delilah: GET THAT DICK HOE

Luke: FUCK OFF

Luke buried his face in his pillow, he flirted with Rufus Taylor . FUCK. Then he remembered his dad and breakfast and quickly got up.

He wore his favorite comfy sweatshirt and jeans and headed off to his mother and father's house that was a little bit down the road. “Lukey” His mother greeted him with a smile, she was always a great mother.

“Hi, mommy” and he gave his mother a big bear hug and went into the house he grew up in. Same couch he threw up on when he got food poisoning and same carpet when he spilled noodles all over himself. Good times. “Hi Dad” he saw his father reading the paper at the dining table and gave him a hug.

“Morning Luke,” His father said giving him a big hug, he was a really good hugger. His father seemed to be in a good mood. Luke took his seat next to his father where breakfast was already set out in front of him.

“Dad I’m sorry I forgot to call you last night, I was so tired when I got home, I completely forgot”. His dad just nodded and gave a smile.

“It's fine Luke, did you have a good time?” his father asked.

“Yah, I saw uncle Brian, Roger, and Freddie, they said to say hi and that they miss you and you should give them a call”. His father said nothing to that. Freddie was still alive but John still retired in the ’90s and hasn't been in contact with any of them in a while. “I also met Joe, the guy who’s playing you, he’s really nice and looks a lot like you” and Luke took a sip of his tea.

“Meet anyone else?” he asked setting down his paper.

“I mostly hang out with Delilah (Lie) and Rufus (truth)” and his father's ears perked up when he mentioned Rufus.

“Rufus Taylor?” he asked and moved a little closer to Luke.

“Yah” he replied taking a bite of his eggs and his dad let out a little chuckle.

“The Taylor children are crazy, I wouldn’t hang around them if I were you” what the fuck was that supposed to mean? Luke didn't say anything. They talked for the next hour about anything, life and weird things that happened at bingo. Luke enjoyed spending time with his father, he came over every Sunday for dinner and his dad came over to his place often. He had a very close relationship with his father. Luke didn't know why his father had something against the Taylor children.

Luke left when he had band practice and gave his father a big hug before he left. Band practice was going well, they were writing music for the album they wanted to release next year. When they went for lunch Luke pulled out his phone.

Blondie Bitch (Rufus Taylor)

Luke: I don't have anything on Sunday

Luke: I can make it

Rufus: YAY, Delilah and me will pick you up around 7

Luke: Can’t wait

Rufus: Me neither :)

Holy shit this Taylor child was going to be the death of him.

Hope you liked this chapter. If you guys like it i’ll keep posting here on tumblr but I will be updating on Archieve of Our Own. Thank you for reading :)

-Brandon

#luke deacon #rufus taylor #roger taylor #cameron Deacon #queen band #queen fanfiction #fanfic #gay ship #not ments to be weird #its just for fun #enjoy

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nightglider124 · 6 years

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(it took me 84 years to find this) but Cy and BB banter of "Hold the baby like a normal person. Like a human." when first meeting Mar'i

Wheyyy, you found it in the end XD.

I’ve just had another thought of how this prompt could have been interpreted but I’m hoping I’m still in the right area with how I wrote it. Lmao.

Hope u like it, my girl

“Hold the baby like a normal person. Like a human.”

Slowly, the door slid aside, granting access to the room beyond.They had called them up; telling them that it was okay and that Doctor Mid-nitehad left a while ago, after double checking everyone was healthy and happy.

It was so calm, with only the twinkling sound of a lullaby echoingoff the walls.

Raven stood at the head of the small group, her eyes sweepingaround until they landed on the two Titans who had oh-so recently become morethan heroes.

They had become parents.

Dick was the first to look up and smile as his eyes locked withthe empath’s. He waved them closer but held a finger to his lips, asking themto be quiet.

Raven nodded and gently pulled the two boys behind her into theroom with her. Cyborg and Beast Boy peered out from her back, hesitant andunsure of how they should act.

They soon reached the end of the infirmary bed where the newmother herself was tucked up in. She lifted her head and smiled tiredly at herfriends.

Dark circles painted her under eyes and her skin was a little palerthan they were used to. Dick stroked her damp, red hair and pushed some behindher ear so it was out of her clammy face,

The three Titans all stared at her and what she held in her arms.

Her grin widened as she noticed their sincere interest in thebundle, clutched to her chest. Starfire looked back down at her newborn baby,dropping a small, soft kiss to its forehead.

Dick watched her, a look of pride and relief on his face and hereached to rest his hand upon her thigh, covered by white sheets.

Cyborg, Raven and Beast Boy all looked to be on the edge of theirseats, awaiting details about their newest little team mate.

Their leader ran a hand through his scruffy black locks andsmirked at them, “A girl.” He whispered,

The elation spread over each of their faces like a sprung leak.Raven didn’t need to tap into her powers to feel how joyful everyone was; theemotion being that strong.

“Her name?” Raven wondered, inching closer to have a peek,

Starfire beamed up as the sorceress came to stand by her side, “Mar’i.”

Raven nodded, smiling at her answer, “Beautiful. Well done,Star… Dick…” She commented, leaning down to kiss Starfire’s cheek.

Dick chuckled and sat back in the chair he was perched upon, “Hey,it was all Star. She did the hard work.”

Starfire turned her head to her love, “Not true. I would neverhave been able to do it without your constant support, Richard.”

He smiled lovingly at her and briefly stood, pressing his lips tohers in a brief kiss.

The Princess shifted and eyed each of her friends, “So… whowould like their first cuddle with Mar’i?”

Cyborg and Beast Boy lit up immediately and began shoving at eachother,

“Me!” Beast Boy hissed,

“Shut it, me first!” Cyborg challenged,

Dick and Starfire blinked at the two boys whilst Raven merelyrolled her eyes. Everything was always a bickering contest with them.

“Um…” Starfire murmured, looking to Dick to make a decision,

The new father cleared his throat and stood up, his leader facemaking an appearance, “Guys.”

Stopping, they both looked at Dick, awaiting his answer on whowould get to hold her first.

“Uh… Beast Boy?” He shrugged, not seeing why it mattered whowent first,

The changeling grinned and gave his best friend the finger whilstCyborg crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Beast Boy.

He got ready, rolling his shoulders back and stretching his armsout.

Dick scooped up his daughter from Starfire’s arms and pulled her blanketaround her little body some more, ensuring she was warm and secure. He walkedover to Beast Boy, his blue eyes boring into his forest green ones,

“Beast Boy, do not dropher.” He stated, “Or I’ll kick your ass all the way to Tamaran. Okay?”

Beast Boy gulped and scowled at the former boy wonder, “Wow, wayto put pressure on me, Dick.”

He shrugged and carefully passed his baby girl over to his friend.Beast Boy swallowed the lump in his throat and felt his skin get hot, growingnervous.

In his uncertainty, Beast Boy held her in his hands. His armscurved upwards like he was catching a football and the sleeping Mar’i laidacross his open palms. Beast Boy’s brows furrowed in concentration and he wentcompletely silent.

The position was awkward but he was so afraid to move so he stayedfrozen in place, just staring at her chubby cheeks and her fluffy black hair.

Raven stepped towards him, her brows raised as she considered him.He was biting his lip and shook slightly.

“Gar… breathe…” She murmured,

He puffed out a breath and focused on his girlfriend, staring athim like he was insane, “She’s… just so tiny and I don’t want to wake her…”

Starfire smiled sympathetically, “You will not hurt her, Garfield.”

Relaxing a bit, his shoulders slumped but he went on alertstraight after as Mar’i started to wriggle and whimper, clearly uncomfortablewith the lack of affection.

Cyborg rolled his human eye and came to stand beside his friend, “Dude,you’re holding her wrong.”

“Shut up, Cyborg. This is fine.” Beast Boy argued,

The half robot wagged his finger at him, “Nuh uh, that’s why she’sstartin’ to cry.”

“I’m fine, dude! You’re putting me off!” He whined at him,

Cyborg held out his arms, “Give ‘er to me and I’ll show you.”

Beast Boy pouted at him in defiance before he sighed and turnedhis body so he was facing Cyborg and he gently moved Mar’i from his hands toCyborg’s arms.

But, just as he made to let go of her, she yawned and rolled.Cyborg’s eye widened and he reacted suddenly so that she wouldn’t slip from hisgrasp, leading to Mar’i laying in yet another peculiar position.

The baby lay along the length of his forearm, her head leaningagainst the palm of his metal hand. Cyborg furrowed his brows as he stared downat the little girl. She snuggled her face against the back of his wrist andmewled.

He groaned, “Damn it, B-”

Beast Boy made a shocked face, “What!? That wasn’t me! Looks likeyou can’t hold her properly either.” He hushed,

Cyborg glared at him but refrained from lashing out inretaliation. Several times, he tried to move her around so he could cuddle herbut she started to cry in protest so he stayed still to avoid upsetting thenewborn.

His green friend lifted his nose and crossed his arms, “Looks likeyou’re not much better.”

“Well, I haven’t exactly spent much time around babies.” Hegrowled, “And it seems neither have you, so I’d stay quiet, green bean.”

Dick scratched the back of his neck and stepped forward,intervening, “Guys, just hold the babylike a normal person. Like a human.”

“We are!” The boys grumbled in unison,

Their leader frowned and put his hands on his hips, “Not really.Gar, you’re holding her like you’d hold a mouse and Vic, you’re holding herlike she’s a football.”

“Ha! At least I was holding her like you’d hold a living thing.”Beast Boy crowed,

“Please. Your way couldhave led her to fall to the ground.” Cyborg bickered,

The two continued back and forth, snipping at each other andtrying to prove who the better uncle would be. Starfire shared an exasperatedlook with Dick; an argument between their friends was the last thing theywanted after giving birth to their child.

Raven caught the parents’ looks to one another and clicked her tongue.This pissing contest between the two of them would have to stop. It waschildish and it was neither the time nor the place.

With that, her hand became encased in her black energy and thesame glow lifted Mar’i from Cyborg’s arms.

“Hey!” He complained, not ready to let her go yet,

Raven shot him a look that quietened him almost immediately. Shelevitated Mar’i over to her, cradling her in her arms, with her head supportedand her small body curled against Raven’s chest.

Starfire’s expression softened and she smiled at how naturallyRaven took to holding Mar’i. She was always the voice of reason, after all.

Lifting her indigo eyes from the gorgeous girl, Raven lookedpointedly at Cyborg and Beast Boy,

“This is the way youhold a baby, you pinheads.” She told them, her tone tart,

The boys turned their heads, looking at each other before theyboth threw in the towel and slumped. Cyborg smiled as he watched Raven,surprised at her loving nature towards the infant.

Beast Boy grinned, his fang pointing out and he sauntered closerto Raven,

“You look all mom-ready with a baby in your arms, Rae.” He toldher, hinting,

Raven raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed, “Not with the way youhold them. You need some serious improvement before we even consider it.”

The changeling blinked indignantly before he huffed at her, withCyborg cracking up in laughter from the end of the bed.

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pinkykitten · 6 years

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Sacrifice for Wakanda

Marvel

T’Challa Udaku x Wolf! female reader

Warning: violence, fighting, blood, death (not on you though), spoilers of the movie (hopefully you all have watched it)

Specifics: action, comedy, women power, some fluff, angst, romance, race neutral

People: T’Challa Udaku, you, basically everyone in the movie

Words: 3,433

Summary: Based off of the song “Wolves” - Selena Gomez, Marshmello The last fight in Black Panther but the reader is included in the fight. Her suit is like T’Challa, except she is known as Wolf. The reader has to fight for Wakanda, see how she does it with the help of many, how will she defend the true and rightful King...T’Challa

Authors Note: first t’challa reader (i am so excited)!!!!!!!!!!!! so yeah its basically the the last big fight scene but with the reader in there. i loved writing this and saw like the ending of the movie 1,000 times lol just to get it right. i love this movie and the colors everything like what an amazing movie! and everytime i heard the song wolves from selena gomez i thought of just a wolf lady fighting in this fight. so hope you all enjoy it and make sure to leave any feeoback, i love to hear what u guys thought. thnx for reading!!!

Shuri had made you your suit since your old one was starting to worn out and some aspects in the suit could be changed, or made better.

Your suit was (whatever color you would like), you also had ears on your suit to look like a wolf. The suit would stretch perfectly for your size and it was made out of vibranium. It was durable and also very stylish, Shuri wanted a more womanly touch to your suit.

T’Challa loved your new outfit. The way it wrapped around your body, how it looked, it had your name written all over it.

You sworn to yourself that you would do everything in your power to protect T’Challa and his family.

This was what you were doing.

W’Kabi and the border tribe all stood next to the villainous, and murderous Erik Killmonger, wondering why that ship had fallen. Then before the flames appears you and T’Challa.

T’Challa yells to Erik while you walk next to your king, your face revealed. Lets just say you were pissed. Erik was and never will be fit to be King.

Erik orders W’Kabi to kill “this clown,” T’Challa. As one of the border tribe member questions W’kabi on the move, they all sprint towards the two of you. Your face covered once again, you run towards the sea of people.

As you look further you see the Dora Milaje fighting Erik.

“Okoye,” you whisper her name with worry. Worried that she might get hurt, or worse. But faith was needed in that moment. Faith is always needed.

T ships repeatedly shot towards you and T’Challa but you both dodged them. You yelled for T’Challa. He nodded knowing what your idea was and sprinted in your direction. You focused on his back as you jumped up and landed on his back for a split second then jumped up again with his force pushing up to get to one of the ships. You howled in success achieving your goal, as you strode to the ships engine. Your claws came out as you wrapped your legs around the wing, you were hanging upside down.

T’Challa kept his watch on you, he nodded his head back and forth and chuckled, “y/n you are crazy.”

You clawed viciously at the engine as it caught on fire. You had to get off the ship quick before it exploded. You leaped off and landed on the ground once again.

Lets just say you. were. not. playing.

The border tribe made a shield, as if that was going to block the king but more...you. Nothing or no one was going to succeed in pausing your actions. As if T’Challa and your mine were in sync, you both jumped high in the air, traveling over the wall the tribe built and landed perfectly in unison on the green, luscious grass.The landing was very powerful and it sent the tribe toppling back. You chuckled at their thinking. “Silly, silly, silly people,” you exclaimed to T’Challa. T’Challa laughed with you. But that laughter was cut short due to another ship shooting at you both. One of the bullets lightly grazed your skin. You winced, more from the feeling of being frightened than pain. “Are you okay y/n,” T’Challa asked in worry. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’ll be okay,” you assured him. You didn’t know this but T’Challa was irate that the ship tried to shoot his future wife and queen. He gripped roughly a spear and threw it at the ship. The ship fell down straight to the ground and erupted fire.

“Thats what you get for hurting my baby,” T’Challa growled.

Further in the distance the strong women that made up the Dora Milaje came into the battle to protect and assist T’Challa and you in fighting.

T’Challa went to fight W’Kabi, them sharing a good amount of punches. You darted to these two men and swung your leg high kicking them in the stomach. Both the men screamed while being kicked back. You smiled in triumph, but all of a sudden a huge tribe member grabbed you by the neck. You took this as an advantage and jumped up high in the air with his arm still gripping your neck. As you jumped up his back fell hard against the dirt and you elbowed him in the face. You went to a group of men, called for one of the Dora Milaje. She sprinted to you, got on one knee with her head down low. You ran to her and stepped on her back.

“Ku kumkani (for the king),” she yelled with pride.

You howled as you jumped high. You flipped upside down as you jumped and unleashed your claws. You scratched the men under you and as you landed, you created a forceful impact sending the men flying back.

You see out of the corner of your eye W’Kabi climb a boulder .

“No,” you try to interject.

But you are too late. He blows the ram’s horn. You knew what that was for. The border tribe men start cheering, while the Dora Milaje give a questioning look as to what is happening.

Out of the fire comes a heap of rhinos charging at the enemy. W’Kabi lunges himself on top of one. The rhinos are hitting everyone, stomping, trampling others.

As you are throwing some men you see Erik or should you say N’Jadaka grab one of the Dora Milaje. You open your mouth to yell but nothing seems to come out. It is as if the world goes in slow motion. She says her last word as he cuts her neck. That was it. A tear slowly falls down. These people were innocent, they were not evil. But of course the bad keep living.

You clench your fists, “not for long,” you hiss in sadness and anger. Okoye screams and attacks, along with the other Dora Milaje, Erik.

You attention was so much on them that you didn’t notice the 4,000 lb of strength coming at you. The rhino almost hits you but T’Challa takes it down by its horn.

“Oh my god,” you stand back frightened by the surprise. A thought possesses your mind.

“Thank you my love,” you announce to T’Challa as you dash to a rhino and climb its back.

“What are you doing,” T’Challa questions fighting off others.

“You will see,” you proclaim.

“If W’Kabi can do it so can I,” you whisper to yourself.

You howl like a wolf, loud and clear. The whole battle stops, this call is new. You smirk at them being clueless. See with your suit you are able to do things wolves can do, but the power you posses fully is inside of you. When you were little a woman visited you. She is the one who granted you the ability, what was contained in you was the wolf spirit.

A time passed and many of the men started laughing at your foolishness. Boy were they wrong to laugh. Out of the blue, the spirit forms of a whole sea of wolves running to the battle. They are huge and they howl to direct the pack. You laugh and howl with them.

“Yes y/n, the spirit wolf heard you!”

You chuckled at T’Challa saying that. He knew of your past, and the ability that you possesed.

The whole pack follows the men.

As you jump off of the rhino, Okoye and the other Dora Milaje women crash to the ground. You help Okoye up, “what happened?”

“Erik,” she breathes hard and that is all you need.

You look up to see Nakia and Shuri fighting him.

“They can hold him off for a while,” you say in your mind.

T’Challa comes to you and starts kicking other men and dodging rhino attacks, that is until a rhino comes up to him and hits him with its horn.

“T’Challa,” you yell. You see T’Challa’s body go limp and fall against a boulder.

You race to his side, worried about him.

“My love, baby,” you almost cry as your face is revealed. “Are you okay?”

As you question him more border tribe men come at the two of you. You growl at them, “leave my king alone!”

You start to claw at them, but there are too many. You kick with everything you have and that still isn’t enough. One of the men punches you in the face leaving you with a bloody nose. You see out of the corner of your eye Shuri getting cornered by Erik. Your nose snarls and you claw at the men in front of you.

“You will not hurt Shuri,” you exploded. You run faster than ever, your legs burning.

Erik was about to hurt Shuri but you pounced on him. He falls forward on his face but kicks you off. He stands up, a few feet away from you.

“Oh hey its you again,” Erik chuckles. “Hi baby.”

“You disgust me! You are no better than the dirt underground,” you bellow out in frustration.

You can tell this upsets Erik. Erik lunges towards you, you dodge his attack.

“My turn,” you said.

You try to elbow his face but he dodges it by going under the swing and kicking your stomach. You roll back but use your claws to grab land to pull yourself up. You see a spear left by one of the border tribe men. You grab that and throw it at Erik. Erik claws the spear in half. He laughs at your attack.

You snarl at him and jump to him. Before he can do anything to you, you quickly grab him the neck with your two strong hands. You hold him up for the world to see what a fake he is. Your face is shown and your brows are furrowed in anger. Shuri looks at you in awe and amazement. You squeeze so hard his neck that your palms start bleeding. All you see is red your eyes turning a shade of murderous. Erik tries to catch his breath but you squeeze even harder, not caring if your arms were shaking because of his weight being held in your hands high above your head. Your nose crinkling from being in such a rage.

“My heart aches for those that believed in you. That thought you could change Wakanda. But you, a flimsy human like yourself will never be able to make things right. Try to touch Shuri again, and I’ll make you wish you were never King,” you roared.

“Y/n look out,” Shuri warned you.

But you were too late. Erik took his claws out and scratched your face including your eye. You scream in pain and horror. Erik laughs evilly.

“You are now gonna receive the same treatment. Too bad...you would of made a sexy queen,” Erik scowled, his hands coming around your neck choking you. You tried to breathe but no air was getting through that grip.

“Let her go,” Shuri cried to Erik, kicking him but it not affecting him.

In the distance all you heard was T’Challa yell your name. He made his way to Erik, he pounced on him, going down the hole that the ships come out of. Since Erik still kept a hold on your neck, T’Challa also pushed you with them. You were struggling for air, your vision almost blacking out.

“Brother, y/n,” Shuri cries down the hole.

As you all are falling, T’Challa punched Erik to try to make him let go of you. He does and you don’t even care about you falling, you take a deep breath. You do not take it easy though. Your face if covered again. Inside there it smells of blood, iron. You shake it off and focus on getting Erik down. T’Challa and him share punches. You kick Erik on the back, punching the back of his head. He puts his back out and tries to claw at you. You and T’Challa land atop the magnetically powered tracks. You groan in pain, having fallen on your clawed face. As you get up Erik kicks you in the back of the head. You fall forward, the smell of iron now more strong. T’Challa and Erik fight. T’Challa goes around a sonic dampener. It is used to absorb the vibrations from Vibranium-loaded trains, allowing you guys to be transported at such high speeds without any of the kinetic blowback. He tells Shuri to turn it on. Shuri obeys and the train comes toward you all. You get yourself up and help T’Challa defeat Erik. You punch Erik’s neck and his stomach, you can already tell that you are starting to weaken up. The train comes closer. Erik goes to the right while T’Challa goes to the left side. You didn’t even acknowlede the train’s presence so you stood there like an antelope in head lights.

“Y/n,” T’Challa called. But you just stared at...nothingness.

The train was only a hair away from hitting you, but T’Challa swept you in his arms just in time. The train passed between two men. The vibranium of their clothes wearing off, some places disappearing. Your clothes were doing the same. Your skin showing here and there. You could only make out a few words that they passed back and forth. But then the name you heard that struck a nerve on you and T’Challa was said. Erik mentioned Zuri, that was it. T’Challa lunged forward like a predator to its prey. You moaned and groan in pain, but again...this was not the time for you to worry about your health. It was time to fight for Wakanda. You got up slowly, your face evident of the pain. And also went to Erik to fight.

You brought your claws out and jumped on Erik. You tried to wrap your legs around his neck but he head butted you, and then punched T’Challa. The train was coming again, but you all still fought with everything that you had. The train passed by, you dodging it but T’Challa got hit.

“T’Challa,” you yelled for him. Your face searching for him, the importance of this man to you was unbelievable. He is your everything.

Erik saw you were busy paying attention to T’Challa so he grabbed you by the back of your neck and swung you so you hit the sonic dampeners. Your body flung like a rag doll. Erik grabbed a spear laying and went to you.

“You’re mine now,” he hissed. You tried to back up but almost fall over the track of the train.

“I will never be yours,” you snarl back.

“Do not touch y/n,” T’Challa roared as he jumped back to Erik and they both fought again.

T’Challa punched, kicked Erik and Erik swiped the spear left and right aiming for T’Challa. You gripped Erik’s legs trying to trip him but he kneed your face making you bite your tongue and break your jaw, since your face was uncovered from the train entering again. You stood in that position even though blood was oozing from your mouth, nose, and the claw mark Erik gave you earlier.

You all moved towards the edge, the train passing the group of you guys. T’Challa was desperately trying to make the spear go and hurt Erik but Erik used all the strength he had and placed it near T’Challa’s neck. You all almost trip over the edge.

“This is it for you cousin,” Erik said right to T’Challa’s face.

T’Challa turned Erik the other way, the spear was thrown and you hit it up in the air making it fly high. With a yell you push Erik to the middle of the track with your legs and T’Challa rolls with him, them both traveling under the spear.

T’Challa grabs the spear and before the suit can cover Erik’s piece of chest T’Challa stabs Erik.

All of your face are uncovered. Erik tells T’Challa about how his father told him Wakanda was the most beautiful place ever, and that his pops was going to show him one day. He described it as a fairy tale. Your heart ached, you understood the struggles of losing someone you loved, sometimes you don’t think straight or you do stupid things. You can tell T’Challa wished the situation was different.

I mean even you wished the whole dilemma was different. You wish Erik did find peace, you wished Erik’s dad did not have to die. But unfortunately the future is inevitable, not in our grasps, uncontrollable.

T’Challa picks Erik up with your help and you both take the elevator to the most gorgeous view of Wakanda.

T’Challa and you sit him at the edge. The sky is a mix of orange and yellows. The air smells of soil and nature. The wind not too strong but not too weak. The perfect view.

“It’s beautiful,” Erik says softly.

You smiled weakly and nod your head.

Erik’s breathing is now more like a wheezing. T’Challa looks at you then at him. He kneels next to Erik and you stand back to give them their moment.

“Maybe we can still heal you,” T’Challa suggests but wants Erik to confirm.

“Why,” Erik questions. “So you can just lock me up. Naw. Just bury me in the ocean...with my ancestors that jumped from the ships, cause they knew death was better than bondage.”

Those were N’Jadaka’s last words.

He took the spear out of his stomach and slowly...his eyes closed and he fell, death engulfing him.

Wakanda as his last sight.

T’Challa rose in distress, you came over to him sorrowfully placing your hand reassuringly on his shoulder. He looked back and placed his hand on top of yours and nodded up and down as if saying he will be okay.

T’Challa was back to being King of Wakanda. You were standing by the view again, rethinking about these past couple of days. You now had a huge scar on your face, your other eye was bruised, you got a bandage over your jaw, basically you were a mess. You fought, now it was time for you to fulfill your destiny, do things you enjoyed.

You erupted a big sigh.

“Where are you going,” T’Challa asked behind you.

You smile but do not face him.

“Well, you are King and Wakanda is back to normal,” you turn around, your spirit yearns for his love, but you know you are not for him. You were just here to protect Wakanda.

“Thank you y/n, you not only saved Wakanda, my sister, but you also saved me.”

“I should say thank you to you, thank you for being a wonderful leader...an example to those around you, those who truly need you. You have made me have a different view on life, this has changed me...you have changed me.”

“For better or for the worse,” T’Challa chuckles.

You giggle back, “who knows?...I was willing to give my life so that this place called home for others might still exist.”

T’Challa walked slowly to you, he took your hand in his. “Very well then, if you are going may I give you something?”

“Anything my King-, I mean anything your highness,” you bow to him, now that your relationship with him is strictly business. That actually breaks your heart knowing you two were nothing more.

T’Challa closed the gap between you two. His lips touching yours softly. His lips were to die for, they were a mixture of rough and soft. The kiss sent electricity running through you. Unfortunately, it was cut short. T’Challa pulled away, but you were having none of that. You threw your all your stuff you had in your hands on the floor and brought his face back to you for a passionate kiss. It was as if your lips were fighting, one trying to out do the other. You moan in the kiss, and T’Challa pulls you even closer. You wrap your hands around his head to deepen the kiss. You both let go and he places his forehead against yours.

“So...y/n...will you stay?”

“If it means being with you every day of my life, and fighting by your side...then I will stay with you,” you smile sweetly. T’Challa gives you a sexy smirk and you two were about to go at it again when all you heard was a holler.

“Woooohoooo, go brother! Now if you could try to make it look more like you’re both seals fighting over a grape,” Shuri said while recording you two.

“Are you recording,” you and T’Challa said in unison.

“For research purposes.”

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scphialillis · 6 years

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byeler prompt- all the boys are at mike’s for a sleepover and dustin and lucas are suspecting that will and mike have crushes on each other and they over analyze every move they make. do whatever you’re inspired to do to make that into an actual story with an ending

ok. 1) i really liked this prompt and i wish i could have done it the justice it deserves, but instead i got this, ughhhh. 2) i’m sorry it took so long at that it sucks, but something came up and i’m pretty stressed!! so i hope u enjoyed this at least a lil bit :)

words: 1986

warnings: none, i think? swearing i guess.

characters are 16!

Lucas and Dustin usually hummed theme songs from cartoons and quizzed each other on movie (or video game) knowledge when they were on their way to Mike’s place to keep things from getting too quiet, but today they didn’t. Today an odd silence fell between the two boys, the only sounds coming from Dustin’s bike chain and their shoes scraping against the road. Dustin pushed his bike and walked next to Lucas, since Lucas had a flat tire. At first he offered to give Lucas a ride on his bike, but it didn’t really work out, so they just walked.

Dustin’s mind was focused on one particular topic that afternoon, and he’d finally had enough of keeping it in.

“Lucas?” He asked, kicking a small pebble from in front of his foot.

“Yeah?”

“I think… I think Will likes Mike. And that Mike likes Will.”

“What?” Lucas stopped, and put his arm out to stop Dustin too. Dustin did so, and looked at him. “Where did that idea even come from?”

Dustin moved Lucas’ arm and started walking again, Lucas following.

“You don’t see it? Of all people, Will is the only one Mike never gets frustrated with, the only one he’s never shouted at, ever-”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean he has a crush, Dustin,”

“Uh, I’m not finished.” Dustin scoffed, Lucas rolling his eyes in return. “As I was saying. Mike has never yelled at Will, he never gets mad at him.. and he’s really, especially, uh gentle? And nice with him, you know.. I don’t know how to explain it..” But to be fair, he didn’t think he would have to. Lucas spends just as much time with Mike, he should’ve been able to tell as well.

“He’s got heart eyes for Will, real bad. The way he looks at Will.. that’s not the way I look at you. Or how Mike looks at me, or how you look at El. You’re telling me you’ve never noticed it? Not to mention, they’ve been spending a lot of time together, alone. More than usual. Making random excuses to have places to be? Sometime I think they forget we go to the same school, and I know damn well they don’t have that many projects. And when we are with them, it’s like they’re off in their own world.”

“But.. Mike’s not gay. He likes girls, he’s had lots of crushes on them. He literally kissed El and went to the snowball with her.” Lucas said.

“You’re right,” Dustin shrugged. “But have you ever heard of the term bisexual?” Lucas shook his head. “Steve told me about it, his roommate in college is bisexual—bi for short. It’s where you like boys and girls.”

“You can like boys and girls?” Lucas was definitely intrigued now. “Like, for real?”

“Totally,” Dustin nodded. “I think Mike is.. and I really think he likes Will.”

“But what about Will?” Lucas asked, but he knew the answer. Will never had a crush on a girl (or at least never told the party), he never even talked about the girls in movies like Lucas and Dustin did sometimes. Lucas supposed that maybe that had been the reason boys at school called Will homophobic slurs and not the other boys. Had it been obvious? If so, what about Will made people think he was gay? Lucas never even thought about it until now.

“I don’t know.. he’s not really into girls. He doesn’t even talk about them.. like, ever,” Dustin shrugged. “But I think he likes Mike. I think he’s liked Mike for a while.” Dustin was the one to stop now. And Lucas did the same. “He trusts Mike the most, obviously. And he’s closest to Mike… How haven’t you noticed yet? The way he smiles at Mike is all “Mike! Mike, I love you! Marry me, Mike!”. You know? And Mike looks at him all like, “Will are you okay? Is there something wrong? I’ll hurt whoever hurt you, Will! I’ll risk it all for you, Will!” Yeah?“

It didn’t take much convincing to get Lucas’ mind twirling around the topic.

He thought about it for a minute. He thought about how Will only ever called out for Mike when he was having episodes, how Mike got to see Will’s drawings before anyone. How Mike was the only one who had a sleeping bag just for him at Will’s house, tucked neatly under his bed. How when Will got scared or was in trouble, Mike was the first one there. Holding Will in his arms, telling him it was okay, that they were okay. How Will would stare at Mike for no reason. How they would brush hands occasionally and let them linger for much longer than Dustin and his own hands ever did. And now he was thinking about the heart eyes, like Dustin had mentioned previously. And it made sense. Mike looked at Will the same way he looked at El, if not with something…more.

"Shit,” Lucas mumbled under his breath. “I think you could be right.”

Dustin grinned and nodded, “Hell yeah, I am.” The boys started walking again.

“So, what are we gonna do? Should we say something?” Dustin asked.

“Absolutely not, are you crazy? We don’t even know for sure…” They were now approaching the Wheeler house, and lowered their voices.

“Then we do some investigating,” Dustin said.

Lucas only nodded, and Dustin dropped his bike on the lawn before the two entered the house.

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler,” Lucas said as they passed her in the kitchen.

“Hi, boys! Mike and Will are-”

“Downstairs, got it,” Dustin finished and they went down to the basement. When they arrived, Mike and Will were sitting on their knees looking through movies silently. Dustin nudged Lucas with his elbow eagerly and nodded his head at the other two boys.

“Yeah, I see it,” Lucas rolled his eyes and Will turned his head at the voice, before waving.

“Hey,”

Dustin stood up straight, “Hey. What’s up?” Lucas sighed at his weird behavior and sat on the couch, Dustin followed him.

“What about the shining?” Mike asked, looking at Will. Dustin looked at Lucas expectantly and Lucas raised his eyebrows as if saying “I see.”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Will said. He put the other movies back on the shelf while Mike put the VHS in. Mike grabbed four cans of soda and a bag of chips from the table where the played D&D before passing them around to the other boys. Will and Mike would be sleeping on a pallet made of blankets on the floor; Dustin and Lucas taking the couch like usual. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it was tradition.

When Mike and Will sat on the floor, Dustin and Lucas watched the two of them, trying to see how they’d position themselves. Mike grabbed a pillow and put it against the couch, pressing his back against it. Will laid flat on the ground, propping his head on a pillow. Probably not the best idea, because he couldn’t see very well.

“Can you see, Will?” Mike asked softly. Lucas and Dustin leaned in to hear them better.

“Not really, I should sit up-”

“No, look,” Mike placed a pillow on his lap, “here. It’s the perfect height and you can still lay down.” He smiled gently and Will’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he rested his head in Mike’s lap.

Dustin started slapping Lucas’ arm in excitement, and Lucas smacked his hands away.

The boys made eye contact and Lucas mouthed, “Will is blushing,”

“He’s rushing? No he’s not-” Dustin whispered.

“I said blushing, you dumbass.”

At first Mike didn’t know where to put his hands but at some point one ended up near Will’s head, his fingers gently twisting the ends. Lucas did this with Max. Was Mike doing that on accident? Maybe. But he didn’t accidentally offer to let Will rest his head on his lap, that was for sure.

Dustin and Lucas started analyzing everything the other did even closer now. When something scary would happen in the movie, Will would flinch and Mike would use his free hand to rub his arm or chest soothingly. Once Mike grabbed his hand and Dustin almost pissed himself.

Lucas wondered if Mike and Will had always been like this, in a friendly way, and if he and Dustin were just looking too deep into it. That idea went out the window when he saw Mike looking down at Will, a small smile on his face and his eyes holding the softest look Lucas had ever seen. Yeah, maybe that have always been like this, but not in a friend way. It’s the heart eyes, Lucas thought. Dustin was right.

When the movie ended, neither Mike or Will moved for a bit because Will was almost asleep. Dustin got up to turn the light on, but Mike stopped him. “No. Will’s asleep.. or he’s about to be. Leave it off.”

Will sat up and Mike grabbed the pillow from his lap, laying it on the ground where Will’s head would be, before laying his own pillow down and getting comfortable. He pulled the blanket up over him and tossed it over Will, before mumbling a quick goodnight to everyone. “Night, Mike,” the other three said in unison. Lucas and Dustin stayed up a little later, trying to see if Mike or Will did anything else. When Mike faced Will in his sleep, Dustin slapped Lucas’ awake, and they watched Mike’s hands barely reach out, one lazily landing on Will’s forearm and latching on to it.

That was the last thing they noted before knocking out.

Lucas woke up before anyone, and his eyes practically fell out his head at the sight on the floor in front of him. Will had his head resting on Mike’s shoulder, arms across his chest, and their legs were barely tangled together. Mike’s arms were wrapped around Will protectively. Lucas shook Dustin awake and they stood infront of the two boys, Dustin having a smug grin on his face.

“I told you, they’re totally into each other,” Dustin said. “I can’t believe this. I hate to admit this, but you’re right. Look at Mike, holding onto Will like he’ll lose him.. he’s got it bad.”

Dustin’s grin only grew and they walked upstairs for breakfast.

Will opened his eyes. Their voices woke him up; he was a light sleeper. He tried to wiggle out of Mike’s arms, but he only got pulled in closer. Mike was awake now, but he didn’t open his eyes. “No…” Mike mumbled. “Good morning,” Will said and got no response. “Mike? You awake?” “I wanna sleep longer…” “Just stay up for a second, alright? I need you to or else I’ll leave-” Mike squeezed Will harder and tightened his grip. Will smiled.

“I’m up.. just don’t go yet.”“Lucas and Dustin know.” “Know what?” Mike asked, voice slightly muffled because he tucked his face into Will’s neck.

“They know about us. Well, kind of. I think they had a bet over if we liked each other or not, I heard them talking about it just now.”

“Well they’ll really lose their shit when I tell them you’re my boyfriend, won’t they?” Mike hummed absentmindedly.

“Boyfriend?” Mike froze, eyes shooting open, his hands that had been gently tracing random shapes on Will’s skin had now stopped. Will pulled away to look at him, raising his eyebrows. “Who said I was your boyfriend?” Will teased, doing his very best not to smile.

Mike saw the humor in Will’s eyes and his stomach dipped in relief. He smiled a bit before pressing his lips against Will’s gently and quickly, because he knew Will wasn’t into morning breath kisses and honestly he wasn’t either. He tucked his head back into Will’s neck, his eyes fluttering shut. “I did.”

so like i said. i didn’t do this prompt justice. sigh. i’m sorryyy :( it deserves better

#byeler #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #bisexual mike wheeler #gay will byers #stranger things #fic #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #lumax if you squint hard enough

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