#If someone else wanna ask for their prizes please do! Drag' is the only one who asked so far 😅

[imagines--galore]

Hello! Can I request a fake dating fic with Clark with coworker and best friend reader please :)

Pairing: Superman(Clark Kent) x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. A/N: Oooooooooooo I ADORE the fake-dating trope! Meep! Also vote for the second part here.

"Your mother thinks what?!"

Several nosy reporters poked their heads up from where they had been working on their latest scoops. Only to be greeted with the sight of you dragging Clark by the sleeve of his shirt and into the empty conference room. To anyone new it would've been an unusual sight, seeing someone as tall as Clark Kent be dragged by someone at least a head or two shorter them him. But the workers at the Daily Planet were used to seeing the two of you together.

Once inside the conference room and assured that no one else would hear you or Clark, you turned you attention back to him

"Keep your voice down!" You huffed, before giving a small shrug. "And its not a big deal."

"A big deal?! Y/n, you lied to your mother." The corner of your mouth twitched and you were unable to meet the disappointed look in his blue eyes. "I didn't lie to her per se."

Clark rolled his eyes, arms crossing over his broad chest. "Well you didn't correct her either."

Pouting slightly you threw him an accusing look. "Yeah well, its your fault isn't it? You shouldn't have gotten me such an expensive gift for my birthday! She just saw the necklace and when she asked who gave it to me I said you did, and then she just assumed we were going out and I.......I didn't correct her." Your voice trailed off, seeing that you weren't really going to win this argument.

At the mention of the necklace, your fingers had unconsciously lifted to run the tips of them along the piece of jewelry that you had taken to wearing since Clark gave it to you.

It was truly a gorgeous piece, and now counted as one of your most prized possessions. Not because it was probably expensive, but because Clark had been the one to give it to you. His gaze dropped to your throat as well, where the necklace lay just between your collarbone.

"And now she has invited us over this weekend to meet me?" Clark confirmed, finally meeting your eyes once more to which you gave a nod. "Well she wants to meet the new beau, her words not mine." You were quick to clarify, your eyes widening in horror at the word that had slipped you. "So you're suggesting we spend an entire evening together, and pretend that we're dating?"

You gave a little flinch. "Sounds cliché, I know." Clark only shook his head. "I should really stop you from watching those rom-coms you're always crying over." He grumbled under his breath. "Too many romantic ideas in your head makes for these kinds of situations."

You bristled. "Hey! I'll have you know I watch classical rom-coms, none of those new hallmark rom-coms that makes you wanna puke." You had a particular taste when it came to the movies you watched, although your best friend's taste was significantly different then yours.

Yes.

Best friends.

You and Clark were best friends who were now being roped into fake-dating. Why? Because you were too much of a coward to come out and tell the truth to your over-bearing hard to please mother.

This would either go really good or turn into a complete disaster.

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A few hours later you and Clark were both at his apartment, sharing the food you had ordered to bribe him further.

"Well I suppose we should start setting the rules and such? At least thats what they do in movies." You suggested, once the Kryptonian had managed to go through half the food. A well-fed Clark was a happy Clark, you had learned long ago.

"Remind me again why am I doing this for you?" He asked, digging into your takeout container to steal one your chicken pieces. You smacked his chopsticks away with your own, pulling the container out of his reach.

"Because I'm buying you dinner here, and also because you love me." You stated in such a off-handed manner as you stuffed your mouth with chicken that you didn't even notice how Clark stiffened at your side at your words.

Polishing off the food you began to speak. "They'll be coming in a couple days, so dress nice, and appropriately. Make sure to wear your coat. I know you have an internal heater given that you're freakin' E.T." You gestured to his overall physique, to which he rolled his eyes at you. "But us puny humans get cold a lot, so coat, hat, and gloves."

"I know, Y/n." He said in an exasperated tone, to which you grinned. You loved messing with him, acting all delicate and weak just to tease him about his strength and powers. It was all in good fun though.

"She already knows how we met, and will probably ask really nosy questions. Dad will just sit there quietly and let her do all the talking. Besides he already likes you so you don't have to win him over." Clark looked up from where he had been pouring himself a drink.

"He does?" You smiled at him. His blue eyes were so hopeful and the smile he wore was so adorable. Did it really matter to him that your parents liked him?

You shrugged. "Well yeah. I mean I did tell him how you helped me out with the stalker situation, without telling him that you were Superman, and he was really grateful. Said it was good that I had someone sensible looking out for me." You poked your tongue out at the triumphant look in his eyes. "I agree with your father, between the two of us one of us should be the sensible one."

Raising an eyebrow at him you leaned towards him, arms wrapped around your legs which you had pulled up on the couch. Your eyes narrowed. "Remind me which one of us flies around wearing a cape and goes around actually looking for trouble?"

Clark gave a smug smile, leaning back against the couch and resting the back of his head on his forearm. "At least I can handle trouble. If I didn't, I couldn't have handled you all these years now could I?"

You scoffed, though you were unable to fight off the smirk that pulled at your lips. "Oh please. You? Handle me? I'd like to see you try."

"Is that an invitation?"

"Do you honestly need one Kent?"

"I am a gentleman Y/L/N. Of course I do."

"Alright fine! If you pull off convincing my mother we're dating, I'll let you handle me however you want."

Translation: You would do whatever he asked you to do.

"And if I loose, I'll take you up to the Watch Tower again."

"Sounds good! I'm due for a gossip session with Wally and Diana."

He stuck out his hand. "May the best of us win." You grinned, grasping his hand within your own and giving it a firm shake. "Oh, I will."

Clark only smirked. When it came to betting and competitions, you both had rather competitive streaks. Sometimes he would win, and other times you were the victor. It was always fun to one-up the other.

And you had a feeling this little competition would take the cake.

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The day of the dinner arrived, and you spent the entire day pampering yourself. Just because it was a fake dinner date with your parents, with your fake boyfriend, it didn't mean you couldn't be looking nice.

Good think it was a Saturday. You were meeting your parents in the evening, and Clark would be picking you up. You had only just put the finishing touches on your makeup when the bell rang. Dashing to the door, quite the feat since you were wearing heels, you pulled it open.

The sight that greeted you had your mind short-circuiting.

Both of your office attires were semi-formal at best, and at home both of you wore the worst of your clothes. And though the image of Clark as Superman was impressive enough, nothing could beat the sight that your eyes feasted on right then.

You had told him to dress nicely, and clean up. And damn, did he clean up good. Under the winter coat he had on, he was wearing a black suit that was tailored to show off his muscular body perfectly. The shirt under the jacket was a deep red, which actually looked quite good with the black tie. You had a sudden urge to tug him forward by grabbing it, but you refrained yourself.

Little did you know, Clark was battling his own inner dilemma. Seeing you standing there in the dress you had chosen for the evening. Wearing the necklace he had gotten you. You were already beautiful on a daily basis, but right then you looked absolutely stunning.

Managing to come back to the present, you gave him a quick smile. "You clean up nice Kent. Just let me grab my coat and we'll get going." You pivoted on your heel to retrieve the garment, completely missing the way his blue eyes roamed the expanse of bare skin the dress left exposed.

Tonight would be a long night for him.

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"So far so good."

You heaved a sigh as you slumped into your chair, with Clark drawing gentle circles on the back of your hand. You mother had gone to the powder room while your father stepped out for a quick smoke, under the pretense of a phone call.

"I now understand where you get your perceptive nature from." He attempted to joke, recalling to all the questions your mother had thrown at the both of you over the course of the evening.

"Yes, but unlike my mother, I know when to stop." You muttered, taking yet another sip of your wine. You had topped off long ago, and were still going strong. You needed all the alcohol you could get when it came to dealing with your mother.

"Well we're just left with dessert." He pointed out as the waiter brought their choice of desserts and left. You didn't even wait for your parents to get back, starting to dig into the chocolate tart you had ordered. Clark shot you an amused glance to which you held out a spoonful of chocolatey goodness for him to taste. He obliged, never once breaking eye contact with you. And the absolutely sinful way his mouth wrapped around the spoon had an involuntary shudder course through your entire body.

The feeling had become rather frequent since the start of the evening.

When Clark had taken your hand to help you out of the cab.

When his hand had rested against the bare skin of your exposed back.

When he had settled beside you and offered you a reassuring smile.

When you had rested a comforting hand on his thigh when your mother's words had become a little too harsh and you had defended him.

When your foot had slid to touch his under the table and had stayed there for the rest of the evening.

When you had allowed your pinkies to touch when both your hands had rested next to one another on the table.

When your eyes had met and he had recounted the time he had first met you. You had never considered the moment from his point of view, and your heart had nearly melted at what he had described.

How he had thought you were one of the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. How he adored the way you were able to call him out on his bullshit. How he could just be himself when he was around you.

It was a pity all of this was pretend.

Or was it?

As he pulled away from the spoon, your eyes drifted to his lips where a small chocolate smudge had remained. You had no idea what compelled you to reach out and gently wipe away the thick chocolate.

Only to bring the digit to your lips and licking it clean.

You definitely weren't imagining the way Clark's eyes darkened, his light blue orbs suddenly taking on a stormy sheen that had you shivering deliciously.

This had to be an award-winning performance right?

Whatever trance the two of you were in was broken by the arrival of your mother, loudly complaining about something in the powder room that wasn't to her liking. You turned your attention back to her, with Clark a little surprised that your mother had been so oblivious to the moment you and him had been having just a moment ago.

Suddenly Clark sat up straight. You frowned at him as he quickly stood and muttering something about a phone call walked out of the restaurant, just as your father returned.

He returned moments later. "I apologize everyone, but Mr. White needs me to cover a story and I need to get going right now." He said, picking up his coat from the back of his chair as he did. From the urgency in his voice you quickly deduced that it was superhero business.

"Well now!' Your mother began indignantly to which you quickly cut her off. "The life of a reporter. Always on the clock." You said with a small laugh as you stood as well.

"Enjoy the rest of the evening everyone. And don't worry about the bill." Clark added with a charming smile. He was doing that on purpose, you knew.

He turned his attention to you and you smiled at him. "Well go do your job then and be careful." You straightened the collar of his coat. He nodded. "Yes ma'am."

Before you could say anything else he quickly leaned down, cupping the side of your face, to press a chaste kiss to your lips. It was a simple brush of the lips, and yet you felt it to the very tips of your toes.

It was over just as soon as it had begun.

"I'll see you later." He muttered as he pulled back before he was off.

You stood there for a few more seconds before slowly sliding into your seat once more.

"I suppose your taste in men has improved significantly Y/n." You heard your mother say. You glanced up at her, still a little lost from having Clark kiss you.

"He's a good one, honey." Your father said gently, giving your hand a small pat.

Just then the big screen television that had been playing some program in the background was interrupted with some breaking news. News that showed Superman and the Justice League fighting yet another threat to Earth.

And while the rest of the patrons and staff clamored to get closer to the screen your eyes never left Clark's face as the camera showed him as Superman, as he rescued civilians.

"He is." You softly spoke, more so to yourself then your parents, as you smiled at the next thought.

Seems he won your little bet this time around.

#superman x reader #clark kent x reader #superman x y/n #clark kent x y/n #superman #clark kent x oc #dc #henry cavill

[bjurnberg]

So I wanna share the first bit of this fic with y’all cuz I love writing it - it makes me laugh so hard. I’m just struggling to write a middle section and need motivation, so if you’ve got questions or praise lay it on me.

Summary: Hal Jordan starts making bets that he can win a kiss from Bruce Wayne at the next Heroes Gala. Batman takes that bet.

Win a Kiss, Lose Your Pride

“Wayne Enterprises holds a Heroes Gala every year celebrating the Justice League. This doubles as a charity event to raise money for destroyed property and small local business. The five of us will be in charge of making sure all other League members that choose to attend will behave according to the standards -”

“Who do you think is gonna get first kiss of the night?” Green Lantern interrupted.

“First kiss?” Superman asked with a frown, lowering his notes.

“Yeah! It’s always mentioned in the tabloids after a Wayne Event - someone tries to corner Bruce Wayne and get his first kiss of the evening. Not that he’s hard to corner, the guy seems happy enough dishing it out, ya know?”

Diana laughed and Flash was trying not to wheeze.

“We should get back on topic,” Superman said with a nervous cough, shuffling the guest list in front of him.

“Oh come on! This is boring! We’ve been to these parties before, we know what to expect, why not have a little gossip? Maybe take bets! Let’s have some fun!” He turned to Flash. “Who do you think is gonna drag Old Brucie into a dark corner first?”

Flash gave a nervous chuckle, his eyes flicking to Batman before focusing squarely on the table, covering his mouth.

The Green Lantern scoffed. “Bats?! No way, he never even goes to these things, let alone knows how to have fun.”

Batman continued to read through the guest list and itinerary, making no indication he was listening.

“I didn’t say anything,” Flash mumbled.

Diana leaned forward, smiling wickedly, “And what kind of bets are you interested in? It’s not very fun if we’re just guessing which millionaire’s daughter will assault him trying to get engaged. Let’s make this a competition.”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Hal slammed his palm on the table. “See guys? Diana knows how to have fun! What’re the rules?”

“Please stop,” Superman rubbed at his temples.

“I propose a game of flirtations,” Wonder Woman sat back in her chair, folding her arms. Her smile only grew as Flash and Superman groaned. “We cannot be the one to initiate a kiss - he must choose. But it doesn’t matter who else steals a kiss, just which of us he chooses first.”

“Oh-ho-ho, I am ALL in. Who else is playing?” Hal looked around the table. “Supes?”

“Oh no! Count me out!”

“Ah come on! You’re such a boyscout!”

“I’m not interested.”

“That’s not what you told me last month. You think he’s cute.”

Superman buried his face in his hands. That didn’t stop them all seeing the crimson blush reach his hairline. “Just because I can admit he’s handsome does not mean I want to kiss him.”

“Publicly,” Diana tacked on.

“Rao take me,” he whispered, and stood. “I’m going to get some water. I expect to return to a proper meeting where we can focus on the task at hand.”

“I’ll join you,” Flash squeaked, jumping up and slipping out the door.

“Cowards!” Hal yelled after them. Then focused on Batman, who hadn’t moved. “Why not come to the party for once, Bats? I know you’re a vampire and all, but it’s after dark and you’ve got an invitation. Live a little in your afterlife!”

“I don’t enjoy galas.”

“Maybe you would if you got to kiss a cutie like Brucie.” Green Lantern leaned forward, forearms on the table. “Maybe a little competition will get that blood flowing again.”

“If I come to the gala will you stop talking?” he asked in his usual deadpan voice.

“Yes.”

That finally got Batman to look up from his reading. Hal grinned in triumph.

“If you win the bet - that’ll be your prize. I won’t talk to you for a whole month.”

Batman tilted his head, birdlike. It gave the impression of narrowed eyes and a raised eyebrow, though neither could be seen under the cowl.

“Make it three.”

“One month for showing up. Three if you get the kiss.”

“Deal.”

Hal Jordan whooped, throwing his fists in the air. “This is gonna be the best party ever! Diana! What do you want if you win?”

“Oh, the kiss will be prize enough. Bruce Wayne is an excellent kisser.”

“Reeeallly... when have you smooched him before?”

Wonder Woman looked smug, “Maybe I’ll tell you after the gala. And what of your prize, Green Lantern?” she asked. “What do you wish for?”

“How about... since you’re not asking anything from me, I’ll get something from Bats.”

“You just might,” Diana whispered.

Hal turned to Batman, folding his arms and looking very pleased with himself.

“If I win I wanna know your identity.”

Batman went still.

“Come on! Everyone else at this table knows who you are!”

“That’s because it was vital in the moment. Civilian IDs were the only way to escape the Thanagarian invasion.”

“Which I wasn’t around for. But now I’m the only one who doesn’t -”

“Most of the Justice League doesn’t know who I am and I intend to keep it that way.”

“I’m not talkin’ ‘bout unmasking in front of the whole Watchtower, just me!”

“Pick something else.”

“No.”

“Batman,” Wonder Woman interposed. Both men looked at her. “Are you saying you can’t confidently deduce who Bruce Wayne will choose to kiss that night?”

The room almost seemed to darken under Batman’s grimace.

“Fine.”

Hal guffawed, falling back in his chair. “Great!! See you Saturday!!”

#bjurnberg #my writing #my fic #BruHal #batlantern #batman #green lantern #romcom fic

[bluepallilworld]

Here for you @dragon-tamer-1 ^^

Amethyst and Crystal belong to @dragon-tamer-1 (ㆁωㆁ)

#me doing artz #doodle #Amethyst #Crystal #I thought for quite long before choosing what to draw exactly pffft #If someone else wanna ask for their prizes please do! Drag' is the only one who asked so far 😅 #tell me if you don't want it I don't mind but tell me ok? 😭 #You don't have to tell me like today right now but think about it please (≧▽≦) #this doodle was stressed-drawn #since I have an exam tomorrow and I did not study for it at all #I will probably not sleep tonight

[kunikuzxshi]

Can I request Shiggy with a really motherly S/O but like only to him and LoV but when with other ppl who try sass with them they snap right back. Lots of fluff please!

Yes you can bby 💖

Shigaraki just kinda clings to you in public and yells at Dabi when he teases him about it

Your hand doesn’t even fully belong to you anymore, might as well be handcuffed to him

^ dude will literally put your hand in his pocket along with his own for no reason. You could literally be sitting next to him and he’ll do that

^ Scratch that, you could be touching him already and he’ll still do that

Constantly insisting that for date nights you cook for him and basically just spoil him

He’s a spoiled little baby, and having you sometimes helps. Sometimes cause he thinks he can still get what he wants from you

You’ve got a controller in your favorite color and the handle has your name on it in sharpie

^ probably his most prized controller honestly

Kinda reminds him of how Kurogiri took care of him, so don’t be surprised if he calls you Kurogiri for a while after you two start dating

You’ve got literally 5 minutes to yourself before he starts looking for you

He’s a little kid with you basically. He expects you to take care of everything

^ not like AFO did clearly, but he just wants you to actually care mainly

^ by everything, he means him. Clingy little bitch boy

Dabi’s actually the most protective of you

1. Because you’re his friend

2. You take care of him

And 3. You keep Shigaraki from bitching at him, that’s the most important one

He does appreciate when you treat his new burns but he just says “fuck you” instead of thanks

^ Dont ever expect a “thank you” from him

Might try to convince you to get one of his piercings, like the one he has on the top of his ear

^ but only one of those rings or whatever the fuck they are

Might as well be Toga’s parent

Literally clingier than Shigaraki is

Bby gives you her own knives to use when you cook

^ don’t use them cause they’re probably not very clean

Offers to help you cook or treat someone’s wounds, except Shig, she’ll probably get yelled at for trying to touch him

Always asks if you two can go commit arson or somethin without the other guys for once

Twice tries not to talk around you cause he doesn’t wanna come off as rude or say something he didn’t mean to by accident

When he stays silent though, it still seems like he thinks he’s being rude, so he just holds your wrist and randomly gives it a squeeze so you know he’s paying attention

He does sometimes offer you a cigarette if you’re up early enough (or still awake late enough)

Sometimes lets you take off his mask, but only if you think he’s got a cut there or something along the lines of that

He likes watching you work, he’s got a bit of a weird fascination with it

Mr. Compress likes to entertain you with magic tricks because you’re the only one that actually seems to care

He’s got matching masks with you and you’ve got an outfit like his, but in a different color instead of orange

He tries his best to help you out with chores since everyone else won’t, except maybe Toga and Twice

He’s like a little kid showing you their rock collection. He likes showing you all of his masks

They’re all somewhat scared of you

Y’know when you’ve got a friend that’s always really sweet, so it’s really scary when they snap? Yeah, that’s you

Don’t ever raise your voice at any of them, or even around them

Tomura’s probably the only one that won’t hide in a corner

He just sits behind you until you’re done ruining someone’s self esteem. The rest just run a few blocks away

It’s kinda cute to see you a little angry, but not when it’s directed at him

Probably has a picture of you just glaring at a potential recruit

Sometimes Dabi finds it funny when you try to insult someone

Toga’s got a list of people she doesn’t like that she wants you to find

Compress drags you back after he’s gotten over the situation

Twice and Shig just kinda sit there until you’re done. Twice might join you for a bit though

^ don’t count on it though

#league of villains #bnha shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #mr compress #twice mha #toga mha #dabi #mha shigaraki #shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader

[hyogonokitsune]

hi love!!! I would please like to request something so jdneoe please I'm all blushy while thinking but imagine iwaizumi fucking you in front of the mirror in the locker room after hearing the Japan team talking about you, his precious girlfriend, how they would use you as some fucktoy, he knows you deserve way more than that

hajime knows all the players were watching by the door how you were almost breaking from the pleasure he was giving you, too lost in it you didn't even know they were there

pls this is basically mirror sex and unknown voyeurism for the reader 😭😭😭😭

ofc if you don feel comfortable you don't have to do it!! thanks a lot

this is my first-ever request, so as a prize you win a kissaroo from me to u 😘 this was a very fun idea anon, so thank you for sending it in! I was also blushing while writing it ksjdksdduhjd          

actual locker room talk, (semi-nonconsensual) voyeurism, mirror sex, overstimulation, creampie

2200 words

watching -- iwaizumi hajime x reader

He knew it wasn’t your fault; after all, you couldn’t help how cute you were. You couldn’t help the way the fabric of your skirt clung to your hips, the way the neckline of your blouse dipped down when you bent forward, revealing just a little too much skin. You certainly couldn’t help yourself from gazing at your boyfriend with those cute little bedroom eyes each time you visited him at work; it was a look that he learned early on was unintentional, it was simply your natural reaction to seeing him, and it was one of the little things he loved about you. That gaze was reserved for him and him alone, and it only appeared on your face when you thought no one else was watching.

But someone was always watching you; they just couldn’t help themselves, not when somebody as cute as you was wandering around the gym, trailing after Iwaizumi like a lost puppy, your sweet laughter echoing around the room. The looks they caught you giving to your boyfriend, a small indicator of what you were like behind closed doors, made it difficult for them to not fantasize about you.

Iwaizumi knew this, and to some extent he didn’t mind. Having a gorgeous girlfriend inevitably meant that other guys were going to think about her a little too much, but it didn’t matter what they thought to themselves, because at the end of the day it was him that you went home to.

What he did mind, however, was the way they talked about you. Crowded into the locker room after practice, unaware that he was just outside the open door, the team didn’t hold anything back.

“Did ya see what Y/n was wearing today?” Atsumu asked no one in particular. “That dress didn’t leave much to the imagination, huh?”

“Pretty sure she wasn’t wearing anything underneath,” Hinata said.

“Yeah, I saw the way you were starin’ at her,” Atsumu laughed.

“Can you blame me? When she bent over to pick up that ball….”

Someone whistled then, a low, long note. Several other voices murmured their agreement.

“If she’s looking for some balls to hold, I wouldn’t mind helping her out.” More laughter sounded out; Iwaizumi’s jaw clenched. He was frozen on the spot, unable to tear himself away from the disgusting conversation.

“Yeah? Why don’t you tell her that next time she comes around.”

“Bet she gives crazy good head.”

“Girls like that always do.”

“Fuck, I wouldn’t mind hitting that.”

“She’d probably just lie there and take it, too.”

“Not like I’d want anything else outta her, though.”

Their laughter rang out. Iwaizumi had finally had enough, forcing himself to turn and walk away; it probably wouldn’t have been a good look if the team’s athletic trainer wound up putting them in the hospital.

He definitely knew it wasn’t your fault; not you, his lovely girlfriend who had never asked for any of that attention. The fact that you just existing could elicit such disrespectful comments made him feel more frustration than he knew what to do with. More than the knowledge that other guys were thinking about fucking his girlfriend, he was more bothered by the way they had spoken about you, as if you were just a piece of meat, something interesting for them to play with. He knew better, knew that you were someone to cherish and take care of, someone he had gone out of his way to make feel good countless times.

But he also knew that their comments were, in the end, harmless. He certainly was never going to relay them to you, and as long as you could stay happy, blissfully unaware of what was being said about you, Iwaizumi could shoulder the burden of knowing the team’s true thoughts. He had managed to calm himself down by the next time he saw them, and was successfully managing to ignore what he had overheard.

Up until the next time you stopped by the gym.

When he spotted you across the court, chatting innocently to Ushijima and Atsumu, something in him snapped. He was hyperaware of the lustful way Atsumu was looking down at you, the way the muscles in Ushijima’s arm tensed when you playfully shoved him on the shoulder, laughing at something he had said. It was one thing to listen to the team talk about wanting to fuck you; actually seeing it so plainly on their faces was something else entirely.

Before he was aware of his own intentions, Iwaizumi was making his way over to you, putting a protective arm around your shoulders and tugging you away from the others.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice sounding oddly clipped. “Can you come with me for a second?” He was already leading you away before you could respond.

“Hajime? Is something wrong?” you asked, looking up at him. You could see the muscles in his cheek tensing as he clenched his jaw.

“No, baby,” he said, but you weren’t entirely convinced.

“Okay, because it seems like something’s bothering you,” you pressed as he led you into the team’s locker room.

“Nothing’s bothering me.” He pushed your back up against the row of sinks, large hands firmly gripping your waist. “Just wanted to touch you,” he said, head bending down to press hot kisses into your neck.

“Hajime, not here!” you said, but you made no effort to push him away. You sighed, melting into his touch, hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt as his mouth moved up to your ear, teeth nipping at the soft skin.

“Why not, princess?” he asked, voice low and husky. “Don’t you wanna see how cute you are?”

Turning you around, he pressed his chest up against your spine, hand weaving into your hair to tilt your head back so that he could kiss down your throat. You stared at your reflection in the mirror with wide eyes, gasping as his teeth sank into your skin.

“Don’t you wanna see what you look like when I’m fucking you?”

Your heart was pounding, legs trembling as his hands roamed over your body, lifting up your shirt and tugging down your bra to reveal your breasts. Your nipples hardened when the cold air hit them; Iwaizumi’s fingers brushed over them, pinching and rolling, making you moan softly.

“P-please, Hajime,” you said breathlessly, feeling his cock pressing into your ass. You grinded back against him, desperate for more contact. The wetness was growing between your thighs, soaking through your panties.

“Hmm?” he hummed in your ear. One of his hands moved under your skirt, tugging your panties down and letting them fall to your knees. “What do you want, princess?” he asked, sliding a finger along your pussy, making you squirm.

“Want your cock, please, baby, need it so badly,” you begged. In the mirror, you saw him grin over your shoulder. He tugged down his shorts and boxers just enough to free his cock, before flipping your skirt up over your hips to get a better view of you. He dragged the head of his cock between the folds of your pussy, his touch teasing.

“This what you want?” he asked, the tone of his voice making you shiver. You nodded, biting your bottom lip in anticipation. He pressed into you, groaning at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut as his thick cock stretched you out. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he bottomed out; you clenched around him, drawing another low groan from his lips. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.”

Iwaizumi loved the look on your face in the mirror, with your head thrown back and eyes squeezed tight, breath coming out in shallow pants as he started thrusting into you. It was clear that you had no thoughts other than how good he felt inside you, desperately wanting him to make you cum; but a part of his mind was thinking of something else. He was thinking about the fact that practice was almost over, and any minute now the team would be heading back to the locker room to find you there, shamelessly moaning from the way that he was fucking you.

“Open your eyes, princess,” he told you. “I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you.” You immediately obeyed, staring, mesmerized, at your boyfriend’s face in the mirror, his dark green eyes boring into you.

His cock was hitting that spot deep inside your cunt, making your whole body tremble. He dug his fingers into your hips, gripping you harshly as he fucked into you. Your pussy was tightening around him, letting him know how close you were getting.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, mouth sucking on the skin of your neck again. “Who’re you so wet for, baby?”

“Y-you, Hajime—oh, fuck—only you,” you gasped out, surprised by how much you were loving being able to watch yourself getting fucked. Your cheeks were flushed, hot breath fogging up the mirror as you came closer and closer to your release. “F-fuck, please don’t stop, baby, I’m g-gonna cum—god!” You had barely gotten the last word out before your orgasm washed over you, eyes closing again at the intense pleasure.

You were too wrapped up in your own world to notice the sound of footsteps getting closer, but Iwaizumi was all too aware of them. He was looking at the door in the mirror when the team appeared there, grinning to himself at the stunned expressions on their faces. He put a hand on your back, pressing you down until your chest was lying flat on the counter.

“You want more, baby?” he asked you, just loud enough for the others to hear.

“Yes,” you moaned, head nodding against the cool surface of the counter. “Feels so good…”

Iwaizumi started thrusting into you harder, the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt echoing throughout the room. You were quickly coming undone, breathing shallow and fast as your nails grasped at the surface beneath you. His name left your lips over and over, begging him to go harder, faster, to give you more.

He loved the way you felt around him, loved how easy it was for him to completely wreck you. Your cunt was clenching so hard around his cock, drawing him back in each time his hips pulled away from you.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured into your ear as one of his hands reached around to play with your clit, the added sensation making your spine arch. “You wanna cum again, princess?”

“Mm hmm,” you whimpered, unable to say much else. You could hardly catch your breath with the relentless pace he set, the feeling of his cock so deep in your pussy making your mind go blank. He was rubbing tight circles over your clit, the friction sending you over the edge again.

With one cheek pressed into the counter, Iwaizumi could see half your face as you were cumming. He smiled at the way your mouth fell open, no sound coming out as he continued to rock his hips into you, not giving you a break for a second. He glanced up at the mirror again to find the whole team still standing in the doorway, watching intently as he fucked you better than they ever could. Several of them were palming themselves through their shorts, desire plain on their faces.

He increased his pace even more, fingers still playing with your clit, making you cry out. Your whole body was shaking underneath him; the sight of it drove him mad.

“T-too much, Hajime!” you wailed, but the look in your eyes as you gazed up at his face pleaded for him to keep going. The overstimulation was electrifying every part of your body, a tingling sensation running up and down your limbs as his cock slammed into you relentlessly.

“One more, princess,” he said, never stopping his movements. “You’re gonna cum for me one more time.” It wasn’t a question or a request, but a clear order. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, even as they watered from the intense pleasure, your vision blurring, body shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck, fuck! Hajime!” you screamed out as your pussy clenched around him again, eyes rolling back. A string of curses and moans flew past your lips, dissolving into unintelligible babbling. If he hadn’t been gripping your hip so tightly, you would have collapsed from the intensity of your orgasm, knees trembling wildly.

Iwaizumi couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaned down over you, chest pressing into your back and lips latching onto your throat as he came, spilling his load inside of you. “You’re so amazing, baby,” he whispered, his words intended only for your ears.

Panting hard, he pulled out of you, fixing your clothes into place before tucking himself back into his shorts. Pressing one last kiss into the back of your neck, he looked up at the mirror. The hard look he gave the guys still standing in the open doorway was more than clear; without needing a word from him, they all turned to leave before you could sit up and notice them.

Iwaizumi wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in close to plant a kiss on your temple. He led you out of the locker room, grinning at the way the team stared at you in the hallway, their eyes moving to look at his cum slowly dripping down your inner thigh.

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Scientia Potentia Est (Adrenaline Junkie Part 10)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8     Part 9     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

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Warnings: slight PTSD, mentions of death/dying, some description of injury/scars, slight panic attack

Word count: 2,734

(A/N): how are yall liking the story so far? 

You were woken up by the obnoxious chirping of various songbirds right outside your window. Cracking open your heavy eyes, you glanced at the clock on your wall. 7 AM. You only got about an hour of sleep. Great. 

Groaning, you reluctantly left the beckoning warmth of your comfortable blanket cocoon and stretched out your limbs. You stood up and trudged towards your luggage that laid haphazardly in the corner of your childhood room. Awkwardly twisting your body around to take off the sensors attached to your back and sliding off the prosthetic, you put it on your bed. Pulling out a random shirt and pants without giving them any real thought, you shambled off to the bathroom to shower and preen your wing. 

You stood under the warm running water for a while just doing nothing but trying to wake yourself up. The steam drifted idly throughout the room as you stepped out of the shower and finished your morning routine. You still felt dead inside even after your refreshing shower. Is this what Philza felt like in the mornings? Is this what death feels like? Oh wait. You already knew what dying felt like, you’ve died twice already and you had the scars to prove it. 

The scar on the right side of your back remained prominent and very noticable, but it faded slightly around the edges. The other scar that stretched across your cheek and stretched down to your stomach was new. They were red and raised. You remembered how you got them like it was yesterday. You, your brothers, your nephew, and Tubbo were following Eret still celebrating your win. You all completely trusted him, he was your teammate after all. Trusting him was a mistake. It was foolish. That power hungry bastard blew up everything you and your brothers built and worked for. He was a traitor to L’manberg. Everyone present lost a life in the explosion.

You shuddered, remembering the explosion. You remembered the feeling of extreme heat on your skin and the deafening boom that left a ringing in your ears. You remembered laying on the ground several feet away from your brothers’ corpses. You were the last to die that day. Everything hurt as you laid there slowly bleeding out from the deep gash running from under your eye to your midsection. The plumes of smoke floated up towards the sunny sky as everything burned around you. You hoped you would suffocate from smoke inhalation before you would bleed out again. The flames licked at your skin, almost taunting you with your oncoming death. Why couldn’t you have died instantly like everyone else? Why did you always have to die painfully?

A soft knock snapped you out of your thoughts. Looking down, you realized that you were clutching the side of the sink so hard that your knuckles were turning white. 

“(Y/n), are you in there?” It was Arthur. What was he doing up so early?

You wiped at the tears that had gathered in your eyes and cleared your throat. “Y-yeah buddy. I’ll be out in a second.”

You turned on the water faucet and splashed some cold water in your face. It somewhat worked for the blotchiness and redness, but your eyes were still puffy. You were just going to have to get out of the bathroom and pray that Arthur and Philza won’t notice. You took a deep breath and opened the door. There Arthur stood looking at you happily.

“What’re ya doing up so early bud?”

“My brother said that I’m a morning person.”

Brother?

Despite your confusion, you did your best to grin at him. “Well, early bird, do you wanna help me make breakfast?”

His eyes lit up with excitement and he jumped up and down slightly. “Yes please! I love cooking, Mama and Papa would always let me help!”

Oh, you absolutely hated not knowing something. You needed to have that chat with him as soon as you could. 

You smirked. “C’mon then, lets go get started!”

He sprinted down the hallway and towards the stairs. You felt a slight panic flare up inside of you. “Arthur, please don’t run down the stairs!”

To your great relief, he listened and slowed down to a brisk walking speed. You speedwalked over to him. For someone so little, he was surprisingly fast. By the time you reached the bottom of the stairs, he was already in the kitchen. 

In the kitchen, Philza was sitting at the table with a steaming cup of coffee in his hands. As per usual, he looked like he’d rather go back to sleep. You walked over to the coffee maker and poured yourself a cup, you were going to need it. Philza’s tired eyes followed you as you poured the steaming liquid into your mug.

“Tired?” His voice was raspier and deeper than usual.

“Yeah, didn’t get much sleep last night.” You sipped at the bitter drink before wrinkling your nose and stirring in an ungodly amount of sugar. Sipping it again, you sighed in content. That was much better. 

You walked to the chest and pulled out some bacon strips, eggs, and bread. Setting them on the counter, you turned to Arthur. He was standing on his tiptoes trying to clearly see over the counter. You chuckled, pulling a chair out from the table and dragging it over to him so he could stand on it. 

“Don’t get too excited kid, we have to wash our hands first. Then we can get to the fun part.”

Arthur scrambled over to the sink, pulling his chair along with him. Though he was extremely excited, he actually took the time to properly wash his hands. Once you both were clean, you both got to cooking. You let him scramble the eggs and butter the toast while you did the rest of the work. You didn’t want him to get burned, especially by the bacon grease. 

Cooking was quickly done with Arthur’s help and before you knew it, breakfast was already halfway done. Over the course of eating, Philza was slowly waking up and adding his own input into the conversation. You were hardly paying attention when Arthur asked you a question.

“Hey, (y/n), where’s your wing?” 

“Hm?”

“The fake one.”

Your eyes widened. Shit, you forgot to put it back on after your shower. You suddenly felt every single little touch on your amputated wing. The chair, a light breeze from the open window, the brush of feathers from your complete wing, everything. You felt vulnerable and naked without it on. You felt powerless. 

“Oh, I- must’ve forgot to put it back on again. Excuse me.”

You stood up from your chair, a screech resounding from the legs scratching against the floor. Taking care of your half-eaten breakfast, you tried to hurry up to your room as fast as you could scolding yourself the entire way for being so forgetful. So stupid. 

You locked the door behind you and saw your silver wing laying on your bed staring at you, as if taunting you for leaving it behind. You rushed to put it back on. Though you felt your muscles tense up because of the sudden cool, it felt incredibly relieving to have your wing back on. You felt whole. 

You awkwardly twisted around to fasten the leather belts around the base of your amputated wing and attach the sensors back onto specific spots on your back where your flight muscles were. You put one on your deltoid, one on your trapezius, one on both teres muscles, one on your infraspinatus, and lastly two on your latissimus dorsi muscle. It usually took you at least thirty minutes of testing the prosthetic’s movements and moving the sensors around slightly to get the placement of the sensors exactly correct, so you assumed that breakfast was over and done with ten minutes ago. 

Your wing was finally connected and fully functional, so you left your room in search for Arthur. You eventually found him in the basement in your old workshop looking through your filing cabinet of blueprints. He mustn't have heard you come down the stairs because he didn’t react. He just kept looking through your old papers, pulling a few out and putting them on a nearby crafting table. 

“Arthur?”

He jumped, the paper he was in the middle of pulling out slipped back into its place inside the filing cabinet. He didn’t turn around to face you at first, so you thought that he was just trying to catch his breath from your little scare. Feeling bad, you walked closer and put a tentative hand on his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry for scaring you. What’re ya doin?”

“I-I’m looking at your old inventions, Philza let me come down here to look at them while he tried to find me more clothes I could wear that fit.”

“Buddy, you should’ve waited until I put my wing back on, I could’ve shown you my prized inventions.”

He looked down to his feet. “I’m sorry (y/n), I just really wanted to see them and you were taking so long. I couldn’t wait.”

You frowned, putting a finger under his chin and making him look at you. You saw guilt darkening his eyes. “Arthur, never say sorry for wanting knowledge. Knowledge is perhaps our greatest weapon against the unknown in the universe. I want you to remember the phrase ‘scientia potentia est’.”

He sniffled. “Scientia… potentia est?”

“Yes, it means ‘knowledge is power’. Knowledge and power are two very… wide subjects, which is why I like the phrase. In a way, it means that you could pull off anything with knowledge. A lot of inventors live by that motto. Personally, it’s a motto that I swear by. Having knowledge gets me out of a lot of sticky situations,” you kindly smiled at him. “Now, do you want me to show you how my prosthetic works? I could even show you the first prototype if you’d like.”

To your delight, the smile that you often saw him wearing quickly returned and he nodded vigorously. You could get used to people wanting to know how your inventions work and why they worked the way that they did. You spent the next two hours explaining and answering questions about your prosthetic. You let him hold and examine your old leather wing. You showed him how the sensors were placed and warned him that if they were even very very slightly off, the wing wouldn’t work right. You even let him craft a sensor with you. 

“So, do you have any interest in being an inventor when you grow up?”

“Yes, I wanna be just like you! You’re like, the bestest inventor ever!”

You took a deep breath, kneeling in front of him and placing your hands on his shoulders. “Arthur, would you like to become my protégé?”

He scrunched up his face and squinted his eyes in confusion. “Your what?”

You lightly laughed. “Do you know what an apprentice is?” He shook his head. “Well, I want to take you under my wing. Teach you everything I know.”

His eyes comically stretched and his mouth gaped open and closed like a fish out of water. If it were possible, you’d imagine stars shining in his eyes. “You’d do that?”

“Naturally. You’re perhaps the most ambitious person I’ve ever met in terms of your goals, and at such a young age too. I’ve never met anybody besides fellow innovators that actually wants to know how my inventions are made. It’s refreshing in a sense. Would you accept me being your mentor?”

“I- yes! Yes, yes! A million, no, a billion times yes! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” He cheered, squealing with delight and jumping up and down. 

You laughed. “Woah there bud, cool your jets. We have work to do, but first…” you sighed. You really didn’t want to ruin his moment, but you needed to talk to him about this if he were to become your apprentice.

He cocked his head to the side, eyes still wide with excitement. “First what?” “First… we need to talk. About your story, I mean.”

“What do you mean? We are talking.”

“No, not like that. We need to talk about your family. And how you want me to help you with The Warden.”

He visibly deflated, you didn’t think it was possible for someone to change moods so quickly. It was almost unnatural how fast he switched emotions. “Oh… Do we have to?”

“Yes, Arthur. We have to trust each other if we’re gonna work together.”

He shifted on the balls of his feet and fiddled with his thumbs. He looked very anxious to talk about his family.

“If you want, I can show you where I go to relax and think. Would you like that?”

He nodded and wiped at his eyes. You grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs. Since Philza was out, you wrote him a little note and put it on the table where he should see it right away if he came back before you two. You grabbed your satchel and filled it with two glass vials of water, a few snacks, and a blanket. Arthur just stared at you confusedly. 

You led him outside and hesitated. Should you ask him if he wanted to fly? It would be a lot faster to get there. “Arthur, would you like to fly there? I know it’s scary, but once you get used to it it’s so much fun!”

He reluctantly nodded, so you bent over and wrapped your arms around him to pick him up. You felt him tense up as you prepped for take off. “Hold on tight, I promise I won’t drop you.”

You pushed yourself off from the ground with a powerful flap of your wings causing Arthur to shriek in surprise. You and Arthur shot into the sky at a moderate speed. When you steadied yourself high above the treeline, you looked down at the boy in your arms. He had his eyes tightly closed and he was shaking slightly. “Arthur, you can open your eyes now.”

You watched as he peeked one of his eyes open and looked at you, you smiled encouragingly at him. “Go ahead, look around.” He observed his surroundings with caution before he opened his other eye. He was looking around in amazement, taking in every single detail from a bird’s eye view. You snorted before redirecting your attention back to flying. You needed to pay attention, especially when you had a passenger that would carry on your legacy after you die. 

The flight went by with Arthur giggling at various mobs below and sometimes pointing out something he thought was interesting to you. Your destination was now several meters ahead of you. Landing, you set Arthur down steadying him when he stumbled a little.

You took out the blanket and spread it across the grassy ground, smoothing it out. You beckoned Arthur to sit down next to you on it and you two overlooked the boundless expanse of the grassy plains. 

“This is where I came up with most of my inventions. It’s where I first tested my prosthetic. There’s where I jumped off.”

“How’d you know it worked?”

“I didn’t before I tested it. Looking back, it was stupid of me to do. Never, ever, do what I did.”

“What if-”

“No what if’s. Consult me before you test out anything dangerous in the future. I mean it, Arthur.”

“But I want to be like you.”

“Trust me kid, you don’t wanna be exactly like me. Besides, you’re you. You’re not (y/n) Minecraft. You’re Arthur Fox. You’re your own person and it’s important for you to understand that. Never let anyone take that away from you.”

He fell silent as he contemplated your words. You assumed that nobody’s ever told him that before, both due to his young age and potential lack of adult figures in his life. 

“Artie, you can tell me about your life when you’re ready. Take as much time as you need, we still have half the day left before we have to start heading back.”

He wordlessly nodded, turning his gaze to stare blankly past the cliff. In the meantime, you would wait patiently until he felt comfortable telling you.

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Night Off

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Can I request something for my baby boi Angel? There is a fair/carnival in town so reader and Angel go to have some fun. Just some good, old fashioned fluff maybe even have Angel win her a big stuffy and a romantic kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel with a hint of what might happen once they get home

Warnings: language, Angel and the guys being cuties

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I only know what the county fairs are like in my home-town so that’s what I based this off of! I included the demolition derby because it has always been my fave part of the fair hands-down lol. Plus, the guys would totally be into doing something like that lmao

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Going to the fair had started off as a group event. Things had been quiet with the club and you suggested that they take advantage of the extra free time and do something fun. Who knew when things would be so quiet again? All of the guys had been quick to agree, and the fair being in town just made for a perfect opportunity to get out and unwind—to just be regular people instead of guys who ran drugs for a cartel. It was nice to see them all so happy and goofing around.

Throughout the evening, everyone sort of ended up separating. A few of the guys went off in their own little clusters to go and get food, or go find the rides. You had dragged Angel away to the petting zoo because you couldn’t remember the last time that you had been to one. He laughed as you crouched down and fed handful after handful of pellets to the goats that were crowding the fence in front of you.

“You look like a Disney princess,” he smiled and shook his head, “All these goats and animals following you around and shit.”

You laughed as you stood up, brushing your hands off on your jeans, “They only want me because they know I have snacks. Not quite a Disney princess yet.”

You leaned into him as the two of you continued to make your way through the fair grounds. It was nice to see everyone there having a good time. Kids were running around laughing, chasing each other with inflatable swords and mallets that they won from whatever carnival game they’d managed to win. You couldn’t help but to watch the controlled chaos unfold around you with a smile.

You turned to Angel and found that he was already looking at you, a soft smile on his face. You laughed as you nudged his side, “What?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. This is nice,” he was about to say something else when his phone went off. With a sigh he reached into his kutte to pull it out and answer it, “Yo, what’s up?” there was a pause and his eyes widened slightly, “Alright. Yea, I’ll ask her. Bye.”

You were looking expectantly up at him, “All good?”

“You know the demolition derby is tonight?”

You laughed, nodding, “Yea, last night of the fair usually,” you could see him practically vibrating with excitement, “You wanna go check it out?”

“Yes.”

You smiled as you gestured towards the arena where it was being held, “Well, let’s go!”

The derby used to be your favorite part of the fair as a child. You’d always wondered who came up with the idea of it in the first place, because it really was such a strange concept. Nonetheless, it was always fun to watch. And, as you sat down with Angel and a few of the guys in the bleachers, you knew that you weren’t the only one with that opinion.

Over the noise of the crowd, and of the cars racing around in front of you, you heard Angel talking to EZ and Coco, “We should do this shit next year! You know we got cars at the yard that we could use.”

“Yea, who’s gonna drive?” EZ asked with a chuckle, “You can’t afford anymore head injuries.”

Angel sucked his teeth, “Shut up. I’d be great.”

For the rest of the event you listened to the three of them strategize just how they would go about entering the derby next year. You wished that Bishop could have been with you so that he could hear the three of them scheming, because you knew that he would have some A+ commentary on the subject. You leaned against Angel’s side as you listened to them, shaking your head as all three of them went off on their tangents.

When the derby was over, and they had successfully plotted their plans for next year, you begged Angel to head back towards the carnival games. He had told you that the games were rigged, that it was no use. And part of you knew that he was right, but you still wanted to take a crack at a few.

“Go on,” Coco pushed Angel in your direction with a laugh, “You owe her a fuckin’ teddy bear or some shit. She just listened to that whole conversation and didn’t tell any of us to shut the fuck up.”

He threw his arm around your shoulder with a laugh, “Alright, alright. He’s right,” he pulled you close to him, “I’ll catch you guys later.”

“It better be one of the big teddy bears, Angel!” EZ called after him with a laugh.

For someone who was convinced that carnival games were impossible to win, Angel managed to win one. EZ had been the one who was always given praise for his baseball skills, but watching Angel pitch the ball at the milk bottle game made you rethink that stance entirely. He had a good arm, which wasn’t surprising in and of itself, but the fact that he had a good enough arm to beat a game that you weren’t supposed to be able to win was pretty impressive.

“Which one you want, querida?” Angel looked over at you when the man running the booth asked him what he wanted for his prize.

You beamed as you leaned against his side, “That one!” you pointed to the giant panda bear hanging off the top of the booth.

Angel nodded as he turned back to the man in front of him, “You hear her. One ridiculously oversized panda, please.”

You were hugging the panda to your chest, having to use both arms to do so. Angel couldn’t help but to keep looking over at you and laughing—the toy was almost the same size as you. He loved how content and excited you looked as the two of you continued to make your way around the fair. The bear was essentially the third person in your party as you carried it around. You sat it next to you when you stopped to grab some food, and you made Angel hold it when you decided to attempt a few of the carnival games yourself. The sight of him holding the bear was almost too much for you to handle, and you had to take a photo of it. He looked so tough in his kutte, with his serious facial expression, but the giant stuffed animal in his arms negated all of that.

“Alright,” he handed the stuffed animal back to you with a chuckle, “Anything else you wanna do before we go home?”

You looked at him with your best puppy-dog eyes, “Can we do the ferris wheel? Please?”

“That’s the ride you wanna go on?” he smiled.

“Why do you have to say it like that?” you laughed.

“I think it’s cute, quierda,” he leaned down and kissed you on the lips.

You made your way over to the ferris wheel, and Angel couldn’t contain his laughter as you situated your bear across from the two of you. You curled up against Angel’s side as you waited for it to start. He draped his arm around you as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. Both of you were quiet for a few minutes, just soaking up the whole night and everything that was happening around you.

‘Thank you for this, by the way,” Angel spoke up as the two of you began to make your way towards the top.

“Of course,” you reached and interlocked your fingers with his, “It’s been nice to see all you guys having such a good time.”

The ferris wheel came to a stop when you reached the highest point, and you felt a wave of excitement wash over you as you looked over the expanse of the fair. You’d spent all evening walking around it, but looking down on it from where you were, it made it seem so small.

“Hey,” Angel’s voice was soft but it still snapped you out of your thoughts.

You turned to him with a smile, “Yea?”

He reached and pulled you into a kiss. You smiled as you leaned into him, hands resting lightly on either side of his neck while his arms wrapped around your waist. A quiet moan slipped past his lips as you pulled him in closer to you.

You took your lips off of his, a smile on your face as you rested your foreheads against each other’s. He pressed a light kiss on the tip of your nose, “I love you.”

You hum quietly in approval, “I love you too.”

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[honey-dewey]

Game Night

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/Reader

Word Count: 1,722

Warnings: none

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell

It’s game night in the Morales household. The boys and you all sit down with drinks and snacks and decide to play one of the most friendship ruining games on the planet. Who will win the cutthroat game of monopoly?

“Babe, can you get the door?” You shouted, hearing Frankie shuffle around the living room. “The boys are here!”

Frankie eagerly bounded to the door, almost falling on his face on the slippery wooden floors. He quickly righted himself and pulled the door open, embracing Benny, Will, and Santiago in one go. 

“Boys!” You said cheerily as they entered the house. “C’mon! I made dip, and there’s drinks in the fridge, and there’s also a secret dessert.” 

“If you weren’t married, I would get on one knee, here and now,” Benny said, pulling you into a hug. “You are the best!” 

You laughed. “Yeah? Let’s see how that holds up. I distinctly remember cleaning my carpets for a week after our last game night.” 

“Excuse you!” Will called from the living room. “Benny called me a dumb whore for charging him money! I couldn’t let that slide!” 

Laughing, you cleared away the coasters and remotes from the living room table, leaving it blank for tonight’s game. 

Frankie grabbed a box from the supply closet and set it down on the living room coffee table. The box in question was beat up and held together with packing tape, but the name of the game was still legible. Monopoly. 

“Are we playing teams?” Frankie asked as you all gathered around the table, you setting the snacks down and going out to grab beers for the boys. 

“If we are, I call Frankie!” You shouted from the kitchen. 

Will snorted. “You’re married. Of course you’ll be a team. Benny?” 

Benny fist-bumped his brother. “Hell yeah!” 

“And me?” Santiago said, amusement making his voice light. 

“Pope,” Frankie said. “Every time we play, you kick all our asses. You don’t need a team.” 

Santiago snorted. “Sounds fair,” he said. “Although, I would appreciate a partner to teach my secrets to.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully. Ever since you and Frankie had gotten married, Santiago had been bugging you for a baby. You had no idea why he wanted you to have one so bad, but he did. 

“Pope, if I do end up pregnant, I promise you’ll be the second person I tell,” you said, leaning towards the table and grabbing your favorite piece. The horse and rider. “Right after my husband.” 

Santiago grabbed his piece, the battleship, and smiled. “Of course.” 

Benny and Will took their piece, the cannon, and you all set the pieces down. 

“Who’s rolling first?” Frankie asked, grabbing the dice and holding them out. 

Will rolled for his team first, getting a solid 8. Santiago went next, rolling a 10. 

“Good luck,” you said to Frankie, leaning on his shoulder as he rolled the dice. A quick count of the dots gave you an 11. 

“Fuck yeah!” Frankie said happily, scooping up the dice again. “We get to go first.” 

Nothing much happened for your first go around of the board. Everyone knew the strategy of ‘wait to see how the game would play out’ and that had led to plenty of long monopoly games. You and Frankie agreed on the light blue and pink properties, and managed to buy Vermont and Virginia in two turns. You also, after a quick discussion, bought Illinois when you landed on it, knowing that the reds and the yellows were Santiago’s strategy. 

Another go around of the board, and the strategies began to emerge. You and Frankie got two railroads and another two properties in your target area, and it seemed that Will and Benny were too busy trying to outsmart Santiago that they didn’t even realize you and Frankie were very slowly taking over half the board. Santiago, in true Santiago fashion, kept his strategy as hidden as possible, buying properties from the entire board instead of focusing on one area. By the time you’d all passed Go again, tension was still, surprisingly, low. 

That changed quickly. You and Frankie bought what was affectionately referred to as ‘the slums’ but was actually just the two brown properties with a lucky roll of snake eyes, and through a well timed chance card, Will and Benny ended up in jail, both agreeing that it was complete bullshit while Santiago laughed. 

“Houses?” Frankie murmured in your ear as he added the second brown card to your stack. 

You glanced at what Santiago had and what the brothers had. “Wait. Santi’s trying to edge us off those orange properties, but give it another go around. He’s got that last blue one, Connecticut, but we’ve got Illinois, which he needs. And I’ve got no clue what Will and Benny are doing.” 

Frankie nodded, taking the dice and rolling again, getting you two the last pink property. 

“I’m gonna go grab more food, anyone want anything?” You asked, standing and looking around. 

“Another drink?” Benny asked, holding up his empty beer bottle. 

You took it, scanning the table for anything else you could recycle. “Of course,” you said. “How about I bring out the prize tonight, hm?” 

The boys cheered. Monopoly wasn’t a game where you often congratulated the winner. In fact, half the time Frankie managed to beat everyone, you jokingly refused to kiss him. But tonight, you wanted to up the stakes. 

Grabbing another beer for Benny, you balanced a covered pie tin with your other hand and walked back into the living room, where Frankie was happily arranging what had been collected in Free Parking. 

“Boys!” You announced happily. “Tonight’s victor will be awarded the grand prize of,” you pulled the tin foil off the pie tin. “A homemade cherry pie.” 

Immediately, everyone went wild. You laughed, covering the pie back up and setting it down on the kitchen counter. “Shall we keep playing?” 

The game continued, a few more go arounds of the board securing the final few properties. You and Frankie had almost every property you wanted, along with three of the four railroads. 

“Uh, guys,” Benny said finally after you charged him for a railroad. “Team lovebirds are destroying us right now. How’d we let that happen? How did no one notice?”

You laughed, grabbing the dice and rolling them. “I guess we’ll be keeping that pie.” 

“Not if I can help it!” Santiago held up the final light blue card. “Suck it!” 

“Mhm, we’ve got that last red one,” you pointed out, moving your piece and reluctantly handing Benny and Will some money. “Whenever you’re ready to trade, we’ll be here.” 

Will whistled, pushing the dice towards Santiago. “Dude, that’s rough.” 

Santiago leaned forward. “Nah. I want that damn pie.” 

Not long after that, Benny and Will went bankrupt, much to their disappointment. However, it meant they could man the bank and they wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire that would become your game. 

The game continued to drag on, neither you nor Santiago willing to back down. Money was exchanged, Will and Benny’s properties were bought, and houses were built. 

By the time anything interesting happened, you and Frankie had a solid chokehold on half the board. It was a war of attrition, a simple back and forth of the money. And then, by some miracle, you rolled the dice and landed on free parking. 

It was a crushing blow for poor Santiago. Suddenly, you and Frankie were up by almost five thousand dollars, able to afford a bunch of houses and, very slowly, you were able to drive Santiago to bankruptcy. 

“Damn!” He yelled, realizing he was done. “Good game, damn I cannot believe I lost.” 

You grinned, standing. “Pack all of this up. I’ll go cut the pie.” 

While the boys cleaned, you got five plates, putting a slice of pie on each one. Using old waiting skills and going very slowly, you carried all five plates out. 

“Jeez babe!” Frankie said, jumping up to help you. “Gimme some of those! You could’ve asked for help.” 

“I had it,” you reassured, sitting on the couch and sinking your fork into the pie. “Fuck, that is beautiful.” 

For the rest of the night, you and the boys ate, drank, and pulled out a deck of Uno cards to keep the fun going. Of course, Benny kicked all your asses, but he was the only one who ever actually strategized Uno. Everyone else enjoyed tipsy fun, laughing when someone got screwed and groaning when someone won. 

Eventually, some time well past midnight, you sent everyone to bed, or the couch in Santiago’s case. That included Frankie, who pulled you into your shared bedroom and grinned. “Babe, I got a question.” 

“Fire away.” 

Frankie came up behind you, putting his hands against your belly. “When are we gonna tell them?” 

“Tomorrow,” you murmured, resting your hands overtop Frankie’s. “I wanna watch Santi spit coffee out his nose.” 

Chuckling, Frankie led you to bed. “You’re evil.” 

The next morning, you gave each of the boys a coffee cup, smiling as you received sleepy murmurs. 

“Hey Benny,” you called, opening the fridge and peering into it. “You got any use for a perfectly good bottle of wine?” 

“Uh, why?” Benny asked, looking up from his mug. 

You shrugged. “Frankie’s not a wine guy and I can’t drink it.” 

“Yes you can,” Will said. “You drank a whole bottle with Benny last month.” 

“Bitch, I wasn’t pregnant last month.” 

As you’d guessed last night, Santiago choked on his coffee, coughing so violently that Frankie had to thump him on the back a few times. “What?” He yelled when he was finally able to talk again. 

“I’m pregnant,” you said, as if it were the most casual thing in the world. “Surprise. You’re all gonna be uncles.” 

Santiago fist pumped the air. “Hell yeah! I get a monopoly partner!” 

You laughed, doubling over the counter. “That’s what you’re focusing on?” 

“I have my priorities,” Santiago said with a smile. 

Benny stood, looking you up and down. “Can I touch? Please?” 

You shrugged, gesturing him closer. “Nothing to touch yet, but yeah.” 

Benny’s hand was warm on your belly, and he grinned at the expanse of exposed skin. “Hey,” he said directly to the baby. “I’m your uncle Benny.” 

“Ben,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re talking to a month old bean.” 

But now Will was beside you, and so was Santi, and there was Frankie behind you. Surrounded by your boys, you grinned. “I love this family.”

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[bbyboybrock--archived]

Birthday Surprise (Colby Brock Imagine)

Summary: *REQUEST* If you’re doing request I had this idea because my birthday is literally a few days before jakes. What if the reader is dating colby and he and Tara teamed up to do a joint party for reader and jake 🥺 and like there could be a video message thing like how sam and Tara did it for colby and then how she did it for jakes

Written: 2020

Word Count: 1,730

Warnings: swearing, minor fluff

Masterlist

I let the sun hit my masked face. Not to sound too dramatic, but I forgot how it felt to have the sun on my face and be outside of the house. To have my hair blown by the wind, with whatever little windy moments there are in Los Angeles. I missed this, and if this the only thing I get for my birthday, I’ll be okay with that. Colby already has done more than enough for me. Maybe he feels bad that we got to celebrate his birthday the traditional way before the world shut down. But he woke me up early this morning to head to the beach to watch the sunrise and have breakfast. Now we’re in the Descanso Gardens, walking around and taking in the sights. I think he went out of his way to find things to do that wouldn’t be too crowded. I think he mentioned that we were going to get lunch here later.

“Look, babe, a deer!” Colby whispers excitedly.

I follow Colby’s finger to where a baby deer is trying to eat. I pull my phone out to take a picture. Colby’s been taking photos and videos all day. He’s probably clogging everything to kill two birds with one stone: he’ll have a video for Friday and a cute video for us to look back to.

“This is the best birthday ever. Thank you, Colbs.” I kiss Colby, through our masks, and continue our walk.

“Well, the birthday surprises aren’t done yet. I haven’t even given you your present yet. “

“You don’t have to give me anything else. Just being able to get out of the house for the day and do what we used to normally do, even just once, is enough. I think if I stayed inside the confines of our place I think I would have lost my shit.” I joke.

“Yeah, you’re my girlfriend and it’s your twenty-second birthday, I have to spoil you. You spoiled me for my birthday, it’s only fair. Even if we can’t do much right now. Now let me spoil you, damn it!” Colby tugs my arm to pull me deeper into the gardens.

****

“The chaos twins are back together,” Colby says when he sees Jake and Tara walking towards us. That’s our whole friend group's nickname for Jake and me.

We’re not literal twins, but we may as well be, we share the same birthday. Plus, whenever we’re together, we caused a whole lot of chaos. One time we played a game of pool volleyball so intensely that we broke a window and set the ball on fire. Needless to say, we’re no longer allowed to hang out together unsupervised.

“Happy birthday Jake, what did you do?” I ask as I hug Jake.

“Hey, happy birthday! We went to breakfast, and then lunch on the beach! What did you two do?” Jake patted my head and ruffled my hair.

“We went to the beach too! Except, we went this morning and watched the sunrise and ate breakfast. And then Colby took me to Descanso Gardens and we explored and had lunch there. And now we’re home for what I assume is the cake? Colby hasn’t told me a single thing about today. He just dragged me places.” I turn back to my boyfriend who is talking to Tara secretly.

“Tara has been dragging me places too! Something smells sus. It smells fishy.”

“Psh, and they call us the chaos twins. Look at them, plotting behind our backs. Keeping us separated for most of the day. They couldn’t handle the double birthday chaotic energy.”

“Are you two ready to go inside yet?” Colby says, clapping his hands like he’s a teacher ready trying to get our attention.

“This bitch…” I gasp. I watch my boyfriend in disbelief. The audacity he has to rush me like I was the one to make us stand outside.

Jake tugs me away from Colby and Tara because he could sense the amount of whoop-ass that I was about to unleash. He pulls me the front door. As Jake starts to open the door, I’m taken aback by the chorus of “surprise” that comes through the door. I step back out of fear and bump into Colby, who must have known that I would get scared and came behind me just in case.

“Happy birthday, Jake!” Someone says from inside.

“Where’s Y/N? I thought she was with you two.” Someone else says.

I poke my head in to see all of our friends standing in our house, waiting for a party. I know that our friend group is known for throwing surprise parties for our birthdays, but with the pandemic going on, I honestly just expected the roommates and maybe Kat, because she’s dating Sam, to be at the house. But this is better. Our group has taken quarantine seriously. Even with the partial lift, the only time we’ve gotten together was for working on stuff like the goof juice music videos and other stuff. We haven’t hung out in a group like this in a while. To see the whole group, minus Mike because things are still weird with him, Xepher, and Griffin, warms my heart.

“I’m right here, I was just… surprised.” I walk inside to see some people who I haven’t hung out with in a while. I spot Jake in the corner of my eye wearing a red feather boa and red party hat. Devyn walks towards me with a yellow boa and yellow hat. I put them on and start to greet everyone at the party. I stop for a second and Colby in the room and run to him.

“Thank you for this, I know you hate planning things.” I wrap my hands around him and bury my head in his chest.

“For you, I’d chase the sun. I’m just glad you’re having a good birthday. You’re having a good birthday, right?” Colby moves the party hat so he can rest his chin on my head. He wraps his arms around me, the camera in his hand slightly presses into my back.

“I’m having the best birthday. I love you, Colby.” I push my head up and give him a quick kiss.

“I love you too, Y/N. Now go enjoy your party. And please, can you and Jake not start a fire or something. We haven’t lived here for a year yet.” Colby smacks my butt to send me off.

Throughout the party, I noticed both Tara and Colby walking around and talking to people with their cameras. They’re both vlogging, the party, I guess. That might not be the best idea because of the pandemic, but maybe they know what they’re doing. Jake and I have both been yelled at if we got too close to them while they were filming.

Kevin started a game of beer pong. Jake and I teamed up and went against Kevin and Reggie. Everything was pretty chill until we started the game. Before, everyone was spread out of the house, but now, they’re watching Jake and I win. I throw the last ball perfectly into Kevin’s cup and high five Jake. I only win if I’m playing for fun, if it’s a competition and there is a prize, I fail.

“Everyone in the kitchen!” Colby yells. We make our way to the kitchen where Colby and Tara are standing with cakes. Tara is holding a bundt cake with vertical lines of white frosting and red “22” candles. Colby is holding a small chocolate cake with yellow “22” candles.

“Happy birthday to you…” Everyone starts singing as Jake and I get closer to our cakes. I stare more at Colby, who is smiling so hard that you can’t see his eyes. I like it when he smiles like that. He doesn’t do it often because he hates how he looks, but I love it.

“Make a wish, guys!” Tara says when the song ends.

I close my eyes and make three wishes. First, I wished for infinite days with Colby like we had today. Then I wished for the pandemic to be over so I could spend more time with my friends like before. And finally, I wished for more crinkly eyed Colby smiles. I open my eyes and blow out the candles.

“That was a long-ass wish!” Someone shouted.

“That’s because I wished for me and my homies!” Jake explained. Everyone cheered and started getting in line for cake. Jake and I cut our own pieces and wait off to the side for everyone else. I watch Colby grab a piece of cake and walk towards me.

“Hey, wanna go sit outside for a bit?” He asks. With my mouth full of cake, I nod and take his hand.

Colby takes us to the backyard and sits by the pool. Everyone is still inside, eating. I don’t think they realized that we left yet. I take off my shoes and put my feet into the water. The cool water feels soothing.

“Okay, I’m giving you your birthday present now. But, I don’t want you to freak out over one of them.” Colby says as he pulls something out of his pocket.

“I won’t, but I already told you that you don’t have to get me anything.” I set my cake aside and fully face Colby.

“Shut up about that already. I wanted to get you something so I did. Here,” Colby takes my hand and places two small boxes in it.

I open the first box and it’s one of those “my intent” bracelets, like his, but mine says “creative chaos” on it. In the other box is a skull pinky ring, also like his.

“Since you like stealing my jewelry while I’m wearing it, so I got you your own. Now we can match.” Colby says softly. He might be getting embarrassed by his mushiness. I quickly pull them out of the box and put them on.

“I love this. Thank you. This truly has been the best birthday. I love you, Colbs.” I kiss Colby on the cheek and place my head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Colby gently grabs my chin and lifts my head up. He looks me in the eyes for a second and smiles, really smiles, and leans in.

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[living-dead-parker]

Say So - P.P

Summary: All Peter has to do is just say so.  Inspired by Say So by Doja Cat. 

Warnings: referenced sexual activity, flash, cussing

Word Count: 1.6k

Part Two

"Parker probably jerks it to her picture every night-"

"I do not-"

Flash turns to Ned, "I think he jacks it to her. Tell me I'm wrong-"

"Who jacks it to who?"

Your voice fills the open space as you return to your group with MJ, plates of food and drinks in your hands. Betty followed close behind. You sit next to Flash and Betty. MJ sits next to Peter, with Ned on his other side. Peter blushes when he looks at you, taking in every inch of your appearance. Your hair, flowing in the night breeze, all the colors shining on your skin. The pink cropped top complimenting the ripped denim shorts you wear and the black converse. You look beautiful to Peter.

"Looks like Parker here has a little crush on someone," Flash says, sparing little to none of Peter's dignity.

"Oh he does?" you ask softly, giving him a questioning look. Peter shakes his head, trying to convince you it's not what it might sound like. You don't have all the backstory.

"Can we talk about something else?" Peter cuts in, not wanting to discuss any of his feelings at the moment. You smirk but ultimately nod. Now's not the time, but you'll get him talking eventually. "LA's been awesome so far, Y/N."

"Yeah, thanks for bringing us out here," MJ also states, beginning to dig into her veggie burger. "I'm not fond of mega-corporations and all, but I am excited for Disney tomorrow," she adds. You chuckle, expecting something like that from her.

You'd decided to take a trip with your friends, and Flash sort of clawed his way into the trip. You didn't really mind, so long as he behaved. Which for the most part, he has. You've only been here for two days and you have another five days before you all have to go home. So, tomorrow's plan is Disney day one. At the moment, you're all at Pacific Park, getting some food in your system before going on some rides again.

Eventually, you all finish eating and everyone decides to go on some rides or play some games. Betty and Ned got on the Ferris wheel, MJ and Flash got on the sea dragon, leaving you and Peter to play some Cat Rack games. Thanks to Peter's powers, he was able to successfully knock down three wooden cats with the black ball in no time, winning a jumbo prize.

"Pick your prize," the man behind the booth tells Peter but never removing his eyes off of you. A small giggle escapes your lips when Peter notices. He looks back at you. "Which one do you want?" he asks you. You turn around to look at all the prizes. Then, your eyes land on a huge whale plushy. With a smile, you point to it. The guy behind the booth nods, moving over to grab it.

"So, you out here liking girls?" you ask Peter when the guy is busy not invading your space. Peter nearly chokes on his own spit, not expecting the sudden change in tone.

"I like you, we were talking about you," he states defensively. You playfully roll your eyes at him.

"You know, for two people who like each other, we sure are single."

"Y/N, come on," he groans. He looks over to see the guy still struggling to get the whale. "Don't be like this, please."

"I have wants and needs, Peter," you tell him, leaning against the table where the balls have been placed. The urgency in your voice being noted. "Why can't you just admit that you want to be with me and I want to be with you? There's nothing wrong with us being together. Hell," you exclaim at the end, but you lean in close before looking around. "I suck your dick on the regular and you're constantly telling me you love me and kiss me right after it and you still wanna be just friends?"

"See, you can't even say that out loud-"

"Because I'm not gonna be announcing to the world that I suck your dick, Parker. Look, I just want to be with you and you want to be with me. So what's the problem?"

Peter's quiet as the guy returns with the whale. However, you see a big unicorn right behind where the whale was and you decide you want it. So, you hand the guy another five and hand the balls to Peter. He looks at you with a playful glare before knocking down all three wooden cats with a quickness. The guy looks shocked but asks you what you want. Peter is quick to point to the unicorn.

"I'm scared people will think that I'm not good enough for you-"

"Screw what others think, you'd be dating me, not the whole world."

"But you're my world, so in a sense-"

"That was cheesy," you state matter of factly. "But seriously, I just want to be with you and I think you're more than good enough for me. Shouldn't that be all that matters?"

Peter stares at you in silence, only looking away briefly to see the guy finally unhook the unicorn from its place. He sighs, knowing that you're right. Plus, he always feels his best when he's with you.

"Here ya go," the guy says, handing you the unicorn. You gladly take it, holding the two large stuffed animals. He smirks at you but before he can make a move, you're grabbing Peter's hand and pulling him away to an empty nearby bench.

"Peter, I got options, apparently," you joke as you nod over to the guy behind the booth who keeps looking over at you. "But I just want you. Our late nights under the covers, our stupid midday adventures, our naps, and all-nighters. I want it all with you."

Peter looks up at you, standing up and sitting next to you. He smiles at you, pulling you in closer to him. He lifts your legs and places them over his as his hands move to your waist. "I want it too," he states boldly. "I mean, it is a little messed up I keep dragging this on when all we want is to actually be together," he continues, pulling you so much closer to him. You're basically on his lap at this point, arms quick to wrap around him. "Plus, I really fucking like you-"

"Incorrect," you cut in all of a sudden. "You love me," you continue, smirking at the man. "Unless it's only when you're fucking some part of me that you love me. Is that what it is?" you ask jokingly.

"Please don't start," Peter groans. "I cannot handle this-"

"Well deal with it, sweetie," you giggle, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. His cheeks tint red at the feeling, but he loves it. "You're gonna have to put up with my jokes now that we're together-"

"Together? I haven't even asked you yet-"

"That implies that a question was in question," you say, giggling at the last bit. Peter rolls his eyes, leaning in to rest his head on your shoulder. "And while never asked, I already answered yes to it, so we're officially official. Unless you don't want to, but wasn't the whole spackle about wanting to be together? Basically, unless you say no, we're together now."

"I'm fine with that, but can I just say, you're just like your father."

"Ew," you groan, leaning in closer to Peter. "Don't ever compare me to that basic bitch," you tell him jokingly before leaning in for a kiss. He kisses back, but your eyes widen mid-kiss. You pull away. "Unless you have some weird daddy kink for my dad? I mean, I guess I can pull some strings but impersonating my father is too much and that might be a dealbr-"

"No, I don't have some weird kink for your dad," Peter cuts in, laughing hysterically. He presses his lips to your neck softly to muffle his laughter, but it just tickles you. "That's weird."

You both sit in silence, enjoying each other's company for the time being until your friends all come back. His hands pull you closer to him and you snuggle in closer to him. His lips meet yours in another soft kiss, pulling away only a few seconds later. Otherwise, things will get heated and you can't go further than PG in public.

"So, you jack off to pictures of me?" you ask randomly? Peter's eyes widen and his cheeks go red at the words leaving your mouth. "Which ones? They better be cute ones."

Peter chuckles breathlessly as he pulls his phone out and goes to an album titled under your name. It was sweet, in all honesty. He thinks about you even when you're not together. He goes to a picture of you in a wet bikini that was from some magazine. Then he scrolls to another of you in your bra and panties. A selfie you took and sent on one of those nights where you couldn't be together but wanted to be. There was also a picture of you bending over in the training room back at the Avengers HQ, ass popping from your tights. The last picture he showed you was one of you straddling him. Your shirt is off and you're in some shorts. You're looking directly into the camera, a smile on your face as you pop your chest out a bit and rest your hands on his chest.

"You little perv," you joke. "Let me know when you need some new material," you tell him.

"Oh, I'm always open to receiving new material from you, babe."

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Day 4: Pining / Attention

“If you were to look my way, I think my heart would just about explode.”

Day 4 of JustJadelentines2021!

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JadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatme--Ah-HEM! Um... I mean... Leech mob family is a fun theory~

***Warning: Wish Upon a Star (Floyd’s Wish) & Floyd and Jade Birthday Suit Up! personal story spoilers!***

Imagine this...

Several wheelbarrows’ full of packages addressed to the twins arrived at Octavinelle every holiday. At first, Octa A was startled by the strange influxes of mail--but his concerns were often dismissed by his upperclassmen. Most notably, Jade would reassure him that the packages thanks to the Leeches’ “extensive connections” and “family ties”, whatever that meant.

The mob student tried not to linger on the meaning of those words too often, for whenever he did, his mind would wander into dark theories. Whichever corner of the deep, murky sea the twins originated from, Octa A didn’t want to be dragged there for asking too many questions.

So he closed his eyes and went about his work like the diligent employee that he was. The school year passed, and in turn, so did the holidays--and, as expected, the packages arrived without fail on each special occasion.

Then came Valentine’s Day.

“Wh-Whoah...!!”

Octa A’s jaw dropped at the sheer amount of mail unceremoniously littered across the floor of the Mostro Lounge. Boxes large and small were stacked as tall as him, wrapping paper of various patterns, glittery bows, and packing peanuts were scattered everywhere. One big mess.

Floyd say amongst the packages, giddily ripping boxes open, while Jade stood at the edge of the sea of mail, carefully inspecting the various packages.

“G-Good morning,” Octa A called out as he slowly waded through the mail, cautious about not stepping on anything. “What’s... What’s all of this? Th-This is a lot of mail--even more than usual.”

“Oya. Good morning to you as well, Kon-san,” Jade replied with a polite wave. “Bright and early for your shift, I see.”

“Ahh? It’s Konbu-chan!” Floyd cried, wearing a toothy grin. The eel excitedly waved to him, hailing the mob student over. “C’mere!”

Oh, thank Neptune, Octa A thought. He had caught the brothers in good moods today. The last thing he needed was a grumpy Floyd or a passive aggressive Jade leering over his shoulder.

With a little less trepidation than usual, he tip-toed over. Octa A just narrowly missed dirtying a discarded bunch of blue tissue paper before he reached his upperclassman.

“Hold your hand out,” Floyd commanded, his smile stretching.

“O-Okay...?” Octa A obeyed, unsure of what to expect.

“Here you goooo!!”

Floyd dropped something brown, warm, and sticky into the mob student’s palms. Octa A jumped at the strange sensation, his thoughts racing to the conclusion that it was something unsanitary--but when a sweet smell hit his nose and Octa A immediately knew it was chocolate.

“I don’t want it, so you can have it!”

“E-Ehhh?! Y-You’re just going to hand me a bunch of melted chocolate?!”

“Yup! Oh--you can have those too,” Floyd added, jabbing a thumb at a box by Octa A’s feet. “And this, and that... pretty much all of it, ‘cept the one from mom.”

“W-Whaaat?! Th-There’s no way that I can eat all of that...!!”

Jade’s laughter cut in, interrupting the conversation. “My, my, Kon-san. There is no need to fret. You need not consume all these sweets. Feel free to dispose of them as you wish, if that is what you think is best.”

“Th-Throwing them out is just as bad as giving them away!!” Octa A cast a sympathetic look at all the packages. Some thrown open, their guts spilling out, and others left totally untouched by their intended recipients.

“Oh? Whatever do you mean. Please, do enlighten us.”

“Tch. You gonna lecture us, Konbu-chan? This oughta be good.”

“What about... What about the feelings of the people that sent them? If they’re all Valentine’s Day gifts... s-some of them must be confession or friendship chocolates, people pining for you. Y-You can’t just throw away their feelings like that...!!”

The twins exchanged glances with one another, then collectively stared at Octa A. Floyd started first, his slow and steady chortle becoming increasingly raspy and unhinged. Jade followed suit, his gentlemanly chuckle twisting into a composed, yet cruel laugh.

“Wh-What’s so funny?”

“I simply find your naivety fascinating, Kon-san,” Jade replied with a grin. It seemed grossly out of place, given how he had laughed mere moments ago at the notion of discarding emotions.

“We don’t need to accept everything that’s thrown our way, you know~” Floyd cackled, flicking a wrapped truffle across the room. It hit the wall and ricocheted under a table. “Especially when we know all this junk’s from kiss-ups that wanna make it big.”

“H-Huh?” Octa A’s eyebrows knitted together. “What do you mean...?”

“Floyd.” Jade’s voice took on a stricter tone than usual with his twin. “You’ve gone and said too much.”

“Ehhh? It’s fiiine,” Floyd insisted with a pout. “It’s not like any of ‘em will know! And they always do the same thing every year. It’s sooo boring!”

“I understand your sentiments--it does become rather troublesome for us to dispose of these chocolates every year. However, that is a time and place for everything, and this is not one of those times.” Jade’s eyes briefly cut to Octa A before returning to his brother.

Floyd rolled his eyes, shrugged, and returned to delving into boxes.

“Um... S-So what did Floyd-senpai mean by ‘kiss-ups’?” Octa A dared to ask--his curiosity getting the better of him.

Jade heaved a sigh. “... If you really must know, Floyd and I are quite ‘popular’ back home in the Coral Sea. This is due, in part, to our father’s rather successful business enterprise. There are a number of his partners and associates that wish for what the Leech family has.”

He gestured to Floyd, who was still wrestling around with the packages. “Thus, they often attempt to curry favor by sending gifts. The hope is to soften us up to them--but many of them, I suspect, are aiming for a far greater long term prize: our hands in marriage, and therefore near unlimited access to the resources and power that our father wields.”

Octa A paled. Already, he could feel his stomach sinking, and his body temperature turning chilly--as though he had just plunged into an icy sea. He was on the cusp of a dark secret--he felt it in his gut.

“O-Oh... I see... Ahahah... Y-Your family politics sound complicated, Jade-senpai, Floyd-senpai.”

“Indeed, they are.” Jade spoke quietly, his eyes digging into Octa A’s soul. Though the eel still sported a curve to his lips, his gaze lacked warmth. The light seemed to have drained from his irises, leaving them dull and frigid.

Sizing the mob student up--trying to ascertain whether or not Octa A needed to be blackmailed into submission--into silence.

“I trust that you would not dig deeper. It would be rather unfortunate if we lost one of our treasured employees.”

Octa A gulped, nodding vigorously to confirm an unspoken promise to Jade. Then the first year scrambled to make small talk, to change the topic, if only to avoid his vice-dorm leader’s dreadful stare.

“I-It does sound annoying to have people always trying to get your attention. I-I’d just want to live a quiet, peaceful life not getting noticed by too many folks... That way, I can just do what I want.”

“That sounds sooo nice!” Floyd chimed in from the floor. “It sucks when other people try to tell you what to do or how to be, or tryin’ to get you to act how they want! Like, if I’m gonna do something, I’m gonna do it cuz I wanna, not cuz someone else wanted me to.”

“I-I guess...?”

“Ehehe. Konbu-chan gets us! So you’ll take all the chocolate off our hands, right? Riiiight?”

“E-Eh?! I-I mean, I can if it really troubles you so much, senpai--”

“Great! I knew we could count on you~ Here, here, take it all!!” Floyd leapt to his feet and began piling box after box in Octa A’s arms, despite the melted chocolate pooling in the mob student’s palms. Chocolate smeared on the bottom-most box, and Octa A yelped.

“W-Wait...!! P-Please slow down...!!”

“Fufufu. Thank you for your assistance,” came Jade’s voice. Octa A couldn’t see him, since a bunch of boxes now obscured his line of sight, but he was sure that Jade was smirking.

He caught a flash of movement in his periphery. Jade emerged on his left, his olive and gold eyes narrowed--and his mouth, lined with sharp teeth, folded into a perfect smile.

“Did you know, Kon-san? Many people would kill to be in the position that you are in... being able to so casually engage with us on a daily basis,” Jade chuckled, granting the mob student a pat on the back. “Octavinelle is very fortunate to have our full attention, don’t you agree?”

“Y-Yessir...”

#twst #twisted wonderland #Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #Octavinelle A-kun #JustJadelentines2021 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #something no one asked for #spoilers

[collecting-stories]

Versus - pt. 1

Request: hi! could you do 87 and 93 with john b please. your writing is literally amazing💛

Request: hey i love your writing! could you do one from either jj or john b’s pov where they are in love w the reader but the reader is dating the other one (jj or john) so they don’t say anything bc they don’t wanna hurt their best friend and just a lot of angst pls. (if not that’s totally fine)

A/N: Consider this an interactive fic...once you read it vote on the ending.

Versus Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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“Just find a seat guys!” Kiara called over the lull of conversation from the crowded restaurant, breaking up an argument between Pope and JJ about where they were going to sit. Booth or table.  

“Table! Right there!” Pope pointed to the table and four chairs in the back corner of The Wreck. The four of you made a dash for the empty spot, weaving passed other tables. Memorial Day weekend always brought in the crowds and The Wreck was especially packed today. Kiara was still behind the counter, finishing her shift, as the four of you made it to the table.  

You took the seat against the open floor to ceiling window, not wanting to sit with your back toward the restaurant. Without warning John B took a seat on your lap, juxtaposed so that he could face the table.  

“What are you doing?” You asked, face to shoulder blades with him. You had to lean around his body to even see JJ sitting across from you.  

“There’s only four seats.” He replied, matter of fact, as if it was obvious why he had decided your lap was an acceptable chair.  

“So, sit in one.”  

“What about Kie? You’ll deprive her of a chair?”  

“She works here, I’m sure she can find a chair somewhere.” You pointed out.  

He leaned back against you, grabbing your arms and wrapping them around his waist before tilting his head back so he could look at you, smile in place. “I’m not moving. Your lap is comfortable.”

“Well don’t say it like you’re surprised.” You remarked, not sure how that annoyed you more than him sitting there in the first place.  

John B turned back to the table, grabbing a menu from the middle and joining in the discussion Pope and JJ were having. You sat back in your seat, giving yourself a little distance from John B but keeping your arms around him. One thing that was so great about the pogues was how close you all were to each other. But sometimes that blessing was also a curse. All your friends seemed to exist on the spectrum of too affectionate and that was okay except when you had a crush and signs were so mixed up that you couldn’t really tell if it was reciprocated or if they were just being friendly. Did John B like you too? Or was this just how he was with everyone?  

And lately you’d noticed JJ paying a little more attention than he used to. You’d always assumed that he either had a thing for Kiara or didn’t want to chance ruining a friendship for something more but recently he’d been showing up more, hanging out one on one, doing things for you that were a little more considerate than he typically was. You knew this was just them though. John B and JJ were both affectionate, and you’d definitely toed the line with both of them. It was easy to do in such a small knit group. And you were all close, they were your best friends. Hugs, holding hands, small touches, kisses on cheeks, it all passed between you as nothing, as a sign of friendship.  

Still you found yourself confused about both of them. Did John B like you? Did JJ like you? Did you like either of them? That was a given, they were incredibly different but both attractive, sweet, funny, not always boyfriend material maybe but you shouldn’t be rushing into things anyway.  

Kiara joined the small party shortly after you were all seated, offering to grab John B a chair from the back so he didn’t crush your legs.  

“She’s fine, you’re fine?” He asked looking back at you.  

“I’m fine.” You promised. It didn’t bother you that he was sitting on your lap. It bothered you that you weren’t sure what him sitting on your lap meant.  

Kiara raised an eyebrow at you in question but you just smiled, “thumbs up friend,” you joked, offering her double thumbs up as reassurance that it was fine.  

John B was already immersed in ordering, his somewhat long hair moving with him as he turned his head back and forth, menu then waitress then menu then waitress as if he couldn’t remember the name of the order he always got. JJ and Pope went next and then Kiara and finally it wound back around to you and John B passed the menu back.  

“I know what’s on the menu.” You replied, pushing it back toward him.  

With all the orders in you were left alone at the table with your friends again, eye focused on the back of John B’s head as he talked. His hair was getting long. You weren’t sure if it was a direct result of not having Big John around or if he was just too broke to bother with a haircut, either way it had gotten significantly longer in the last few months and you were surprisingly partial to it. While he sat there on your lap you moved your arms from around his waist so that you could begin separating strands of hair on his head.  

John B leaned his head back slightly at the feeling of your hands in his hair, “what are you doing?”

“If you’re gonna sit on my lap, I’m gonna braid your hair.”  

“Okay.” He nodded without hesitation.  

“I’m surprised, your hair is so soft, I thought it’d be greasy.” You commented, weaving tiny plaits into his hair.  

“Of course it’s soft,” he jerked away for a second to shake his hair out and brush a hand through it like he was in some Pantene commercial, “Why do you think I always go to yours after surfing? So I can use your shampoo.”  

“John B!” You smacked his arm, braids forgotten, “that stuff is expensive!”  

“She’ll kill you now,” JJ laughed, “that’s her kook shit.”  

“Shut up JJ, I know you’ve used it to.”  

“I have not! That shit smells like fucking starburst.” He replied defensively.  

“And an entire bottle of it went missing from my house the day after you slept over?” You questioned.  

“When did JJ sleep over your house?” John B asked, twisting on your lap to look at you.  

“I replaced it!” JJ argued.  

“Only because I dragged your ass all the way to Chapel Hill!” You replied, ignoring John B’s questioning look.  

He looked at Kiara who was trying not to laugh. She missed the concern on his face as he mouthed the words ‘when did this happen’ to her. She only shrugged.  

“I got you that fancy face shit too!” JJ pointed out.  

“I thought you bought that yourself?” Pope asked, cutting into the conversation.  

John B frowned, Pope knew about this trip to Chapel Hill you and JJ supposedly took together.  

“I did buy it myself. I bought the shampoo too because ‘someone’, JJ, conveniently forgot their wallet.”  

“Next time.” JJ promised.  

“Good I’m going tomorrow, you can come with me.” You replied.  

The conversation dissolved into something else but John B couldn’t concentrate. Suddenly he felt hyper aware of you and JJ. Had Pope and Kiara not noticed? Or did all of you know something he didn’t? How had he not noticed before? He couldn’t see you without twisting back in your lap but he could see JJ perfectly, sitting right across the table from you. Had he sat there on purpose?  

John B felt like he was spiraling, suddenly noticing the way JJ kept looking over at you and making faces or directing all his jokes your way. There were very few secrets amongst the pogues and John B had always been upfront with Pope and JJ about his feelings for you. So why was his best friend stepping on his turf behind his back? Not that you were some prize to claim but he had to know what he was doing?  

“Whose house?” Pope asked as everyone stood up to leave.  

“I can’t walk you guys, John B crushed my legs.” You said, leaning back against the chair and stretching your legs out.  

John B watched as JJ came around the table to where you were. He put his hands on the back of your chair and leaned over you. Did you always smile like that at people or was that new? Was that just for JJ?  

“Want a ride?” JJ offered.  

“Depends, where to?” You joked and he kissed the top of your head before coming around the chair so you could piggyback on him.  

John B was the last to follow you out of The Wreck, staring in confusion and something else, something close to envy, as JJ carried you out of the restaurant.  

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[my-one-true-l]

Hello Darling Anon! You got it! Wrote it as a Xreader. I don’t usually write requests in 2nd person, so I hope you don’t mind.

*~*~*~*~*~*

“Come on Mommy and Daddy. Tea cups! Let’s go!” The child tugs on his father’s white sleeve, gripping into the cuff held together with a cloudy button as he pull him up the carnival midway.

You grab their tiny hand. “Wait a minute. You just ate fried dough and a candy apple. No rides that spin. Not yet.” You smile softly down at them.

“But what else is there to do at a fair?” The child whines to at you, big blue eyes.

Near twirled a finger in his platinum hair. “There are games,” he offers simply.

“Games? Like the ones we play at home?” They ask innocently.

Near shakes his head. “No, these are different and there are many different kinds. Some you shoot a water gun to break a balloon. Others you roll a ball to earn points. Come. I will show you.”

The three of you walk hand in hand, your child between you and Near as you skip past the bumper cars and cotton candy vendors, making a note to come back and buy some to bring home at the end of the day. The three of you take in the different games that surround you, and your little one watches others play to get a feel for how each of them works.

“I want to do that one!” Your child pointed a crooked finger toward the wack-a-mole game, only this was a version where the moles were replaced with clown heads.

“Alright, let’s see what you go,” you chirp sweetly at them as you slap a dollar down on the counter. The game attendant hands them the mallet and grins. “You’re gonna wanna stand on that box to reach, kiddo.”

Stepping up onto the milk crate, they hold the mallet in both hands and wait for the buzzer to sound. One by one and in increasing speed, clowns pop up, their  green hair and red noses existing in chipped paint taunting in pre-recorded giggles, making the game have an eerie feel and each bonk the child exacted sent the clowns back to the hole they hid in.

45 seconds pass, and no clown dares to peek up from their hovels. Alarms and whistles sing out as the lights flash and flicker, dull compared to the midday sun as they announce the win.

“Nice job, kid.” The attendant laughs, surprised at the tenacity someone so small harbored. “What prize do you want?”

“I get a prize, too?” They beam wide, blue eyes that mirror their father’s.

“You sure do. What will it be?”

“I want the dog wearing the cape please!”

“You got it!” The attendant takes the stuffed animal off the hook and hands it to them. “Here you go.”

“Thank you!” They hop off the crate, clutching the dog to their chest and taking your hand as they drag you over to their dad.

Near smile softly at them. “You did a good job. Your mother and I are both very proud of you.”

“Thanks daddy!” They hold the dog up to Near. “Here. I want you and mommy to have this.”

“You’re so sweet,” you praise. “But you keep him. You won him.”

They bat their big eyes at you. “But I won him for you both.”

“How about he’s all three of ours?” You suggest kindly.

“Okay! He’s all of ours.” Your child squeals a little too loudly, but this is a carnival after all.

“I think that is a fine idea.” Near squeezes your hand gently. “We can think of a name for them on our ride home.”

#Nate River #Death Note #Near X Reader #Ask #Answered #Anonymous #Queued Ask

[eternalgoldfish]

u got me so horny (part one) | (part two) | (part three) | (part four) | (part five)

(now all on AO3)

The thing is, when Steve is moaning on his back, hands fisted in Billy’s hair, wrecking Billy’s bun, he’s not really thinking with his brain.

He’s not really thinking with anything, but it’s definitely harder with Billy’s mouth on his neck, one hand teasing his dick.

Billy’d texted pls and want u to cum on my cock, and Steve thought abandoning his English lit paper on his bed in favour of Billy’s sheets was going to be a fast process.

It never is. He doesn’t know why he still thinks this. But maybe it’s because Billy always warms him up slow when he’s got the time, all hot-mouthed promises and lingering hums. Doesn’t care about Steve’s time, or Steve’s plans, or what Steve thinks he needs.

What Steve needs is for Billy to hurry the fuck up, because they’ve been doing this maybe a month, and Steve gets it, he wants it. 

(He wants to get back to his English lit paper, but only because it’s due in three hours, and his mom will kill him if he fails another course, and he’s maybe already on academic probation, and he doesn’t want to flunk out because he can’t keep away from some dude’s hands.)

But he’s not thinking with his brain. Not thinking about what it all means, like, “Dude, are you going to fuck me, or like, what is happening?”

Because Billy’s hardly stuck a finger in him, and he’d never really thought about anyone doing that before Billy, but there’s all these promises, and Steve fucking dreams about Billy’s hand tattoos, inked crucifix and barbed-wired index finger. Cold silver rings wrapped around Steve’s cock, how Billy’s cock feels resting on Steve’s tongue.

It’s a lot.

Billy is a lot.

But sometimes, Billy isn’t enough. “Just. Please.”

“You sure?” Billy asks, hand resting on Steve’s thighs to push his legs open wide.

“Yes, Christ,” Steve says. And he’s not even really sure what he means, hand fumbling for the lube Billy tossed on the bed, keeps tossing on the bed like it’s for show.

“Alright, alright,” Billy says. But he takes his time taking it, mouth roving over Steve’s skin still.

He’s not delicate when he does it. Hoists Steve’s hips up so he can push a finger in, timing it with his strokes.

It kind of fucking hurts, but. Steve’s not thinking with his brain.

“This what you were hoping for, Princess?” Billy asks, mouth hot on Steve’s inner thigh. “How you want boys to fuck you?”

And the answer should be some kind of muddled no, and, not really, and please just fuck me, I just want you to fuck me.

What he says is, “Billy,” and “Yes,” gasped and drawn out as he finds the good in the feeling. Wants Billy closer, sooner.

“Could probably get you to come like this. You’re so easy. Never seen a straight boy want dick so bad. Lotta guys think they’re gonna get to fuck me.”

He works Steve as he talks, stretching him, making his chest hot and his breath rattle. Still too slow, starting to be too much. Filling Steve in ways he didn’t know.

“Do they?” Steve asks. Doesn’t want to know.

Billy huffs, drags his teeth over Steve’s skin. “What do you think, Princess?”

Billy fucks him like he’s breakable, like that’s what he’s going for. And the thing is, Steve can hardly breathe, one hand tugging Billy’s hair more out of the elastic with every thrust, one hand wrapped around his own cock. He feels like Nancy, wide and wanting, keening. Didn’t know this was an option.

Doesn’t like his ex’s flitting past his eyes with someone else hot on top of him, but it’s not the same, and.

“Gonna make me come so good,” Billy promises. “Shit, baby, you’re so fucking tight. Want me to come in your ass? Gonna beg pretty for me, straight boy?”

And Steve’s not really thinking, so. Yeah, he fucking begs.

The thing is, once Billy’s tied the condom up and tossed it in the trash, he’s a lot less interested in company. “You say you have that paper to write?”

“Yeah, uh.” Steve’s not getting up yet, scanning the floor for what he thinks are his pants. Wonders if this is how it goes, if any of Billy’s other boys wear Calvin Klein's. “It’s due in like, a bit. By midnight.”

“Shit, you don’t have a lot of time.”

“Yeah, that’s what I told you.”

But Billy doesn’t really seem to care about that, checking his phone. “This was worth it?”

And it feels so fucking stupid, now that Steve’s got himself back online. “Yes? Christ, I just got off so hard. How can you even ask that?”

Billy’s typing something, and that’s maybe the worst part of it.

“Are you expecting a no homo or something? I’m not gay like you, so I’m faking it?”

Billy looks up, eyebrows pinching. “What? I’m not gay.”

Steve laughs, dry, says, “Sure, okay. Fuck.” He gets up to get his pants.

“You think that because I came on to you, I only like dudes?”

“You think that because I let you fuck me, I only like chicks?”

It’s weird. Uncomfortable. Not what Steve showed up for.

He likes Billy a lot more when he’s smiling like Steve’s a prize, when he’s sending Steve videos, jerking off to his name.

“How about,” Billy says, paced. “You go write that paper, then come back to change my mind?”

The obvious answer should be no, but Billy says it after licking his lips, while he’s reaching for a pack of cigarettes, and they’re not allowed to smoke in the dorms, and Steve only smokes at parties, but there’s something about it. Confused heat in Steve’s belly, tension in his chest.

So he dresses and leaves, writes until twelve seventeen, hands the paper in.

When he checks his phone, he’s got three messages.

ur ass is fucking sweet prtty boy

wanna fuck u soon

sorry

The first two were sent before he’d even left Billy’s room.

#stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #my fic

[miguelsbrat]

The Fortune Teller / Miguel Galindo x Reader (Mayans MC)

Warnings: Fluffy Miguel 💕

Even blindfolded, you could tell where you were. The scent of buttery popcorn, sweet cotton candy, and deep fried candy bars washed over you before you'd even gotten out of the car, but you decided to play along anyway.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, leading you down a path to what you imagined was the local fair. It only made sense, since that was where you'd met exactly two years ago today.

"Knock 'em down, win a prize!" A man yelled from somewhere to your left. "Only five bucks a ball!"

"Hmm. Where could we be?" You teased, your amusement lacing your tone.

"Hey! No peeking," Miguel laughed, folding a hand over the scarf he'd tied around your head. "It's supposed to be a surprise, querida."

"Tell you what, Mikey. I'll pretend to be surprised if you ply me with cotton candy."

"Deal," he smirked, hands traveling to the curves of your hips. "Almost there, mi dulce. Just a little further."

Miguel's lips pressed against your neck as he guided you through the crowd of small children toting corndogs and semi-rebellious teens sneaking booze in their back pockets.

Although you couldn't see a thing, you never worried for a second. Miguel would always keep you safe.

Your heart skipped a beat when you came to a stop a few minutes later. "Okay. You can open your eyes, now."

Carnival lights flooded your vision, the brightly colored circles still appearing behind your eyelids as your eyes struggled to adjust to the change.

Then the tent came into focus.

"Miguel! You brought me to see Madame Drina?" You squeaked excitedly as one side of his mouth kicked up.

"I thought we could see if she had any ammendments to your original fortune."

"Good thing I carry it everywhere with me." Your arms wrapped around his waist, a smile curling your lips as his mouth brushed your forehead.

"Do you? I had no idea," he smirked.

Ooh boy, that smirk did things to you. Even here at a fair, surrounded by families, it never failed to get you hot and bothered. 

"Let's go," you breathed, sliding your hand inside his and dragging him through the burgundy curtain. "Madame is waiting."

His soft chuckle echoed behind you as you pulled him through the darkened room.

Miguel squeezed your hand three times - his silent code for I'm always here for you.

You never hesitated to squeeze his back.

"I'll be right here, mi corazon," he said quietly, hanging back to give you some privacy.

Your sweaty palms swept over your jeans as you made your way back to Madame Drina.

"Hello, old friend."

The woman never answered, as she was just a mechanical figure enclosed in a glass box, but you took her word as sacred anyway.

Wrapping one hand around a silver handle, you inserted a token with the other.

"I need to know for sure, Madame Drina. Is Miguel Galindo my forever?"

As the coin rolled forward, the machine whirled to life. The figure inside lit up, her dark head leaning forward. Her mouth moved in a way that was completely disjointed from the words she said.

"Madame Drina has spoken," the deep voice boomed, and a tiny piece of paper slid out of the front slot.

Your eyes skimmed over the words, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Turn around and say yes.

"Say yes to what?" Your voice echoed through the quiet space as Madame Drina powered down, retreating to her quiet slumber.

"Say yes to me," Miguel said from behind you.

When you spun around, you saw your boyfriend kneeling on the ground. An open red velvet box rested between his hands, the gleam of the jewel inside nearly blinding even in the low light.

"Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife?"

"My god, Miguel, of course I will!" You rushed into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him and covering his face in your sticky tinted lipgloss.

He pulled back just to slide the ring on your finger and wipe away one of your tears, before connecting his lips to yours once more. He smiled against your mouth, clearly pleased with your reaction.

"What would you have done if someone else came in and got my fortune instead?" You asked as he helped you to your feet. When his teeth grazed your shoulder, you shivered.

"I paid the company to stock the machine with hundreds of the same fortune. I wasn't taking any chances on a repeat of last time."

At the mention of your original fortune, you slid your hand in your pocket and pulled out the worn scrap of paper.

"Can we finally throw this away now, future Mrs. Galindo?" He asked, one eyebrow raised expectantly.

Your eyes skimmed over the message one last time.

If you wanna be happy, honey, get a dog instead.

"I guess we can," you grinned, handing it over. "Now I believe you owe me some cotton candy."

"You got it. But, uh... let's get it to-go," he murmured, pulling you into his arms as the curtain fell shut behind you.

The End.

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Undercover - Chapter 17 (A LokixRaven AU)

Loki won the battle of New York and now rules over Earth after eliminating Thor and Hawkeye. The remaining Avengers have gone into hiding, waiting for a chance to take back their planet. Raven (OC) is their key to doing so.

This fic is pretty much porn and with this AU Raven and Loki have no previous history.

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Warnings: Violence, Threats, Threatening behaviour, Language, Angst, Feels

Chapter 17

Raven’s P.O.V

The lies were finally starting to eat away at me. And the fact that Loki loved me made it so much worse. And I reciprocated that love. This wasn’t supposed to happen, I was completely jeopardising the mission. Fury should have sent someone else in my place, another woman that wouldn’t be so quick to fall for Loki. I just felt so sorry for him, his entire life had been based on a lie and now the love he felt for me was also based on a lie. I really was a piece of shit. “Harper?” Fury’s voice came through the small speaker. His voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I dried my eyes, “yes sir, sorry, sir.” “I said, we’re ready to make our move. We just need you to get into the weapons vault. Find the tesseract and secure it. Find a way to get rid of the Chitauri. Without an army, Loki’s easy.”

“How soon will you arrive, sir?” I asked, I needed to know how much time I had. “By this evening, providing everything goes well your end.” Shit. That gave me about five hours to pluck up the courage to tell Loki and convince him to run. If he didn’t kill me first, however. Loki was currently seeing the other slaves off, giving them freedom now that he didn’t have use for them. A part of me felt bad that he was forcing them out back to their old lives without his protection or lavish lifestyle. But another part of me was eager for them to be gone, so I could have him all to myself. Even if it was just a few precious hours.

Swallowing my nerves and taking a deep breath I finally responded, “it’ll be good to get things back to normal sir.” “See you soon, Harper.” After that Fury signed off and the line went dead. Putting my head in my hands, I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. There was no good way out of this mess. Either way, I would end up betraying someone. I had already betrayed Loki, I just needed to decide if I wanted to continue doing so. If he ran Earth would be restored and Shield would be happy. I would have done my job and Loki would be safe. It was just hoping I could convince him to run.

But first I had to ensure my safety by carrying out Fury’s orders. The tesseract was kept in the weapons vault, I’m sure there was something else I could use in there to use on the Chitauri. It was unknown how much time I had left before Loki would come looking for me, so I needed to work fast. Hiding the communication device under my mattress, I left my quarters and traversed the many halls and corridors of the palace. Two Chitauri stood outside the door to the weapons vault, guarding it. Shit. The fight started here and now. Focusing, I felt the familiar tingle of heat up my spine and down my arms before hurling a fireball at the two guards.

It didn’t take them long to burn, their roars of pain echoing through the hall. Pulling open the doors, I headed inside the vault. There was only one walkway, both sides lined with many weapons. At the end sat the glowing tesseract and Loki’s sceptre. Not wanting to waste any more time, I ran and grabbed both. I was surprised no alarm had been sounded or gone off, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t on edge. When things started seeming too easy, it normally meant a trap or ambush was coming. Keeping my guard up, I cautiously exited the weapons vault and went further into Chitauri territory.

As I entered the barracks, I frowned only finding a handful. Maybe Loki had sent most of them back to Thanos as he no longer had use for them. Loki had gotten too comfortable with the lack of attacks. Using the sceptre, I fired a series of energy bolts at the Chitauri, watching as they fell one by one. Once the room was clear, I debated what to do with the sceptre and tesseract. If Loki saw me with these, he would instantly know that I’ve betrayed him and be on the offensive. I wanted to at least try to explain myself first. Heading back to my quarters, I opened the door only to find him inside, sat on the edge of my bed.

Both of us paused, looking at each other wide eyed and in shock. Loki rose from my bed cautiously, his face falling. “What are you doing with those?” He asked. How the fuck was I supposed to answer that question? “Answer quickly or I will take them from you,” he warned. “I wanted to tell you sooner. I was going to tell you today before it was too late, so you had the option to run.” “Tell me what? Speak!” Tears filled my eyes as he snapped at me, I took a deep breath to keep it together, “SHEILD sent me to bring you in.”

Loki paused at that information like he didn’t know how to process it. Hurt and anger flashed across his face before he grinned wolfishly. It was unnerving. “I should have known it was too good to be true. I should have seen something like this coming,” he spoke, amused. Taking a step back, I wanted to keep the distance between us. Dread filled my stomach at how ‘well’ he was taking this. “You can still go before they come. You can take the tesseract and you can leave; you can go anywhere you want, and they’ll never find you,” I bargained, desperation clear in my tone. “Oh no, my dear. You’ve done me a wonderful service. The remaining avengers are coming, and when they do, I’ll kill all of them. Then Earth will truly be mine. You’ve led them into the perfect trap, and they won’t make a move with you as my hostage.”

Recoiling in horror, I turned and attempted to run. Only I ran straight into a clone. Hitting with a blast from the sceptre, it quickly vanished. I continued running; I didn’t want to fight him, but I felt like soon I’d have no choice. More clones appeared blocking my path and there were too many for me to fight off. Soon they overpowered me, wrestling the sceptre and tesseract from me. The real Loki took them from the clones who forced me to kneel, holding me in place as I struggled against them. Loki tilted my chin with the point of the sceptre, smirking down at me. “You don’t have to do this, you can leave peacefully and still have your freedom,” I protested, still trying to bargain with him.

Loki pointed the sceptre lower, the tip hovering mere inches from my heart, “be grateful I don’t turn you against them. I could make you kill them for me and then release you for long enough after so you can see what you’ve done.” Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze in defeat. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt him, I’d already done that. “Your tears won’t gain you any sympathy,” Loki sighed. Using his magic, he conjured a gold collar and chain, putting it around my neck so I was his slave once more. “There, much better don’t you think? Come along, pet.” Loki continued. He walked to the direction of the throne room; the chain going taunt as I refused to move. Spinning on his heel, he gave it a sharp tug. “Move before I drag you,” he threatened.

Reluctantly, I followed him on all fours to the throne room. Loki took a seat upon his throne with me, sat at his feet like a prized pet. “You don’t have to do this, Loki, please,” I pleaded with him. “You didn’t have to come here and lie to me. But you did. You made that conscious decision to come here, gain my trust so you could take me down. It’s not my fault you became sentimental.” Opening my mouth to protest, he cut me off as he used his magic once again to conjure a muzzle over my mouth. I glared up at him before he also used his magic to bind my wrists. “They’ll be here soon and then we’ll see where your loyalties really lie.”

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Later Loki was growing impatient, and even I worried that they’d abandoned me. Loki released his grip on my chain as he rose from the throne, but I didn’t dare move. “You said they’d be here, or was it another one of your lies?” He growled at me. I offered him a shrug as I still could not speak. “If they don’t come for you, I’m sure your body will be a fine addition to my gates alongside Collins,” Loki threatened.

There was a smash from above the throne, shards of glass raining down. And through the opening that used to be a window flew Tony fucking Stark. The muzzle muffled my groan. He always had to insist on a dramatic entrance. Tony didn’t give Loki any time to react, picking him up and forcing him into the nearest wall hard. “Hey, Reindeer games,” Stark taunted him with those god-awful nicknames.

The throne room doors opened and in ran Natasha, pistols raised. Although with Loki busy with Stark she ran over to me instead, trying to free me from the magic bonds. Unable to do so, she instead helped me to my feet and attempted to lead me out of the room and to safety. Loki fought Stark off him for a few moments, using his sceptre to fire at Natasha and I. Natasha shoved us out of the way in time, only for Loki to conjure a clone. Natasha fired at it, the bullets doing nothing to stop its advance. I struggled against the bonds, desperate to get free so I could help instead of stand there uselessly.

In ran Steve, his signature shield at his side. Only that wasn’t the only thing he was carrying. In his free hand was Mjolnir, which he threw at the Loki clone. The clone vanished after it took the blow, and the hammer went back to Steve. I wasn’t the only person watching him wide eyed. The real Loki was too, which allowed Stark to get in a few well-placed punches. Loki threw Stark off and advanced on Steve. “That belongs to me!” He spat. “If that were true, you’d be worthy enough to lift it,” Steve sassed. Steve swung the hammer at Loki, knocking Loki off his feet and to the floor. Loki refused to stay down for long, and Steve hit him again. The assault continued until finally Loki put his hands up in surrender. It seemed the shock of seeing Steve wielding Mjolnir had made him sloppy.

Natasha stalked over to Loki, placing her boot over his throat threatingly. “Let Raven go. Now!” She demanded, pressing down. Loki growled in protest but gave in, freeing me from the bonds, muzzle and collar. Natasha produced a pair of Asgardian shackles, ones that would ensure Loki wouldn’t be able to use anymore magic, and cuffed his wrist together. Steve and Tony got him up and led him out of the palace whilst Natasha pulled me into a comforting hug. “You’re okay, it’s all over now,” she reassured me. Yeah, it was over for them. It wasn’t over for me yet.

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