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so like. gotta preface this by saying that i DONT ship steddyhands. but ages and ages there were a whole buncha posts (proabably more than those three) where i jokingly whined abt how all the steddyhands content i see gets stede's characterization wrong. and out of silly, petty, joking, well-meaning spite over a harmless fandom disagreement i was like "im going to write my own summary of a steddyhands fic of how it SHOULD go." but then bc i do not like izzy and i do not care about this ship i forgot about it for a long ass time. but i was clearing out my drafts and slapped a few more paragraphs onto it and now here's this fucking monster

this is by no means a completed fic. but by god is it way longer than any fucking summary should be. like it's literally 5k. this is a 5k summary of what would probably be like a 100k fic. someone kill me

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so for starters, this would have to be THE SLOWEST of burns (and there's no way i'd put that much time and effort into a fic for a ship i don't even like, so that's why this post is all i'm gonna write). izzy has to go through so much change before stede would even think about izzy as anything more than "that asshole that ed keeps around for some reason" (and also before im comfortable with ed being vulnerable around izzy haha "i shouldve let the english kill you" conversation my detested)

izzy would have been in love with ed since they met (but he doesn't know it). he doesn't even let himself admit he's attracted to him. ed always knew that izzy was interested, but he didn't want to be wanted the way izzy wanted him (he's not gonna be izzy's daddy dom, basically). stede and the gang have stolen a new ship and have been chasing them down. meanwhile, the vibe on the Revenge has been mostly just... sad. not gratuitously violent or a living nightmare. they do raids and stuff, but everyone still surrenders at the sight of blackbeard's flag and ed is bored. he sits in his room either crying or drinking. the rest of the crew do normal boat stuff. izzy is like... aware that the energy is low. but he has no idea what to do about it so he pretends everything is fine.

so the story starts at the reunion. stede and his gang finally catch up to the Revenge while ed and his crew are getting their asses handed to them by some european navy ship, the french or spanish or something idc. stede's crew is able to turn the tide of the battle. in the middle of all the chaos, stede and izzy run into each other. stede demands to know where ed is, izzy says ed doesn't want to see him. they fight, both physically and verbally. lotta insults are thrown on both sides while they wave swords at each other. at some point they have their swords crossed and faces close, glaring and growling homoerotically at each other, but then they hear ed shout in pain. he gets shot or stabbed or something, and instantly izzy and stede are both working in sync together to save him. stede uses his new sailor muscles to carry ed while izzy clears a path to get back to the Revenge. ed, barely holding onto consciousness and delirious from blood loss, sees stede for the first time and is like, "you came back..." stede, of course, replies, "never left." ed laughs and calls him a liar. izzy is dying inside.

they get ed and everyone else back onto the Revenge, the crew reunites, lucius is alive, roach stabilizes ed's condition.

while ed is unconscious (which lasts like 2 or 3 days), it's unclear who is running the ship. izzy is ed's first mate, but stede's crew outnumbers ed's. the crew tries really hard to get stede to just throw izzy overboard, but jim (who's struck a weird friendship with izzy since the marooning where all they do is practice fighting and never talk abt their feelings ever), is like, "ed might be mad if he wakes up and we killed his first mate." and stede (even though it's clear that he also kind of wants to throw izzy overboard), is like, "ugh, i suppose jim is right... and he did help me save ed. let's wait for ed to wake up first before we make any rash decisions."

so izzy, realizing how precarious his situation is on the ship (and realizing that if ed wakes up and wants nothing to do with him, he's doomed), starts acting like a cornered rat, hissing and spitting at everyone all the time (except for jim, who keeps training with izzy in stoic silence). he's especially harsh to stede, talking abt how much ed doesn't want to see his face and insulting stede's masculinity and trying to get stede to leave before ed wakes up. stede snaps back a little bit, but mostly he just rolls his eyes and ignores him bc he's just focused on worrying abt ed. stede spends the nights sleeping in a chair next to ed. izzy tries to sneak into the cabin at night to kill stede at some point, but jim stops him and reminds him that everyone is just looking for an excuse to chuck him overboard

when ed wakes up, he and stede kiss and make up. stede initiates family therapy where the whole crew and ed air out their feelings about the marooning and have a heart to heart. touching dialogue is had. izzy is in the corner glaring and scowling and also freaking the fuck out the whole time, but he doesn't say anything. eventually the crew heads out to go. do pirate stuff idk. and then ed asks for stede and izzy to stay for a second.

he thanks izzy for saving him, then he's like, "listen izzy, we both know that this hardly the first time you've saved my life. you and i go way back. we were good mates once. do you think we could be mates again?" and izzy, through gritted teeth, watching stede out of the corner of his eye, is like. sure, boss. whatever you say. and ed is like "i want you two to get along. you're both important to me," and stede and izzy (glaring daggers at each other) are like. okay.

then ed is like "okay now just izzy alone" and stede is like "are you sure?" but eventually ed gets him to leave. and then ed gets more serious and he's like "izzy. if you kill stede. you will never see me again" and izzy is like "youre not gonna feed me more toes?"

and ed is like "no. i will leave you at the next dock. and then i will burn the whole world down. i will bring hellfire straight to london and wage war on that shithole of a country. i'll slaughter every naval soldier who tries to cut me down. and when im finally overrun, i will go down in a blaze of glory so spectacular that they'll tell stories of it for years to come, until the sun burns out at the end of the world. and you will have no part in it. you will be stuck on some tiny island here on the other side of the world and nobody will know or care who you are. that's what's going to happen if you do anything to stede."

izzy is shaking. he's like. alright. anything else? and ed's like "yeah. i'm sorry about your toe. won't happen again." and that actually makes izzy almost cry. that there's nothing he can do to make ed look at him like that again, all attention on him, putting him in his place. there's nothing he can take from ed to make ed pay attention to him. if he wants to be close to ed, he has to give something to him. something less tangible than his own toe.

(and izzy thinks what he gives to ed is his sword and his undying loyalty to his captain, to blackbeard. he doesn't understand, just yet, that ed already has a sword, and that ed doesn't want loyalty to blackbeard. izzy doesn't get that giving ed a break is more than enough for ed to want to keep anyone around)

so yeah. this threat works. izzy gives up on trying to kill stede.

so ed is still in recovery for like a month. he's not able to move around a lot, so he's just kinda lounging around the Revenge being grossly in love with stede. he's always in a robe + leather pants combo, tits out and vibing. the crew raids some ships, including a naval vessel that was caught off guard. ed doesn't go on the raids, obviously, and stede stays behind with him, and the rest of the crew members don't trust izzy enough to let him join them. the crew pull off a bunch of weird fuckeries and have some very successful raids, but every time they come back with furniture and books and fabric and stuff, izzy rolls his eyes and grumbles some shit about "real pirating."

during all of this, izzy keeps trying to get ed alone. his new strategy is to try and be buddy-buddy with ed and peer pressuring him into tough masculine pirate violence (which always worked for jack whenever he came around), and also just hope ed gets bored of stede. but stede is like, at ed's side 24/7. the only time that ed is alone is when he's taking naps in the captain's cabin (bc again, he's recovering from Ambiguous Wound With Vague And Innaccurate Medical Properties), and stede literally makes ppl guard the door to let ed sleep. when izzy runs into stede alone, stede tries to initiate friendly conversation for ed's sake, but eventually izzy says some shit like, "i've been by ed's side for years before you, and i'll be by his side for years after. he'll get bored of you, eventually." and also he insults stede's masculinity a bunch, obvi. stede just sighs and is like, "well, i tried," and then he just gives izzy the cold shoulder from then on out

one of the nights when he's training with jim, izzy just keeps getting his ass handed to him and eventually jim is like "goddamn, i get your heart is broken but you're really sloppy tonight" and izzy is like. WHAT. how dare you. i don't have feelings. and jim is like "buddy you haven't slept in a week." and izzy's like "how can i sleep when everyone on this fucking ship wants to kill me!" and jim's like, "i don't want to kill you." izzy rolls his eyes but he's like "thanks," then jim's like "yknow, if you stopped being such a dick they'd probably stop wanting to kill you" and izzy is like "oh so i should just do what all you guys do? sit around braiding each other's hair and having group therapy sessions and spilling my guts to everyone while i'm all wrapped up in a silk gown?" and jim is like. "buddy, do you see me spilling my guts in group therapy or wearing a silk gown?" and izzy's like, "okay, but you're not like the rest of them." and jim's like "you're right, i'm not. just like lucius isn't like the rest of them. or how the swede isn't like the rest of them. or fang, or ivan, or frenchie, or anyone else on this ship. we're all different people, man. we don't have a problem with differences. we have a problem with people who do have a problem with differences." izzy is like "the fuck does that mean." jim is like "yeah, i can tell you're gonna have a hard time wrapping your head around that one, so im just gonna go to bed now. same time tomorrow?"

the next night, ed doesn't come up with stede to listen to the bedtime story. while stede is distracted, izzy sneaks downstairs to finally talk to ed alone. ed is like. trying to prepare some kind of horny surprise for stede (lingerie, probably. something that's kinda feminine), so we get that avatar scene where zuko goes to talk to sokka and sokka thinks suki is the one who entered the tent (only ed is like, almost entirely naked and in the middle of prepping himself), and ed greets izzy like, "oh babe, you're back early! i was going to surprise you, but you can come here and help me finish getting ready~" or some shit idk. izzy is incapable of human speech for several seconds, and when ed realizes that this is not stede he very nearly dies of embarrassment. he covers himself up while izzy is just. choking on air. overcome with rage/lust/jealousy at the sight. he stands behind a chair to hide his absolutely raging boner

when ed's got one of stede's robes on he's like. haha. heyyyy buddy. haven't seen you around much. how have things been? and izzy is like. things have been great. super. im trapped on a boat full of people that want to kill me. ed is like, oh no, they're still going on about the killing you thing? maybe we should have stede mediate another group therapy session, i know laying everything out in the open really helped me get—

and izzy cuts him off like "how the fuck are you falling for this?" ed is like. "?" izzy continues, "you're letting everyone see you at your weakest! they're going to kill you!" ed is like ok they could've done that literally at any point while i was feverish in bed. or at any point since then, really, i'm not exactly at the top of my game right now. izzy's like, "they're gonna turn you in for a bounty!" ed is like bro they literally had the opportunity when we raided that british naval ship two days ago. izzy just starts working himself up into a frenzy while ed is like, calmly pointing out where izzy's logic is flawed, until eventually izzy says some demeaning shit about ed's masculinity, and ed's face cracks for a moment, then suddenly stede (back from storytime) literally APPEARS FROM NOWHERE and just. DECKS izzy. wrecks the little man's ENTIRE shit. breaks his fucking nose.

izzy is like. in shock. so is ed actually. (both of them are also. very turned on.) and stede is like "i've let you say this shit about me. but you do not get to say that shit to ed" (but like, better written and more in character, lol). stede then gives a whole speech where he is just letting out every bottled up response to all of izzy's insults for the past few weeks, talking abt "how dare you speak to ed that way, the only reason you're alive is because ed somehow still has fondness for you, even though you've done nothing to earn that fondness. if you really knew ed as well as you say you do, you should be happy to see ed opening up and becoming more comfortable with himself and his crew. ed enjoying fine things doesn't make him less of a pirate, he's still just as much the brilliant sailor he's always been. even now, while ed is recovering from his wound, he's been helping the crew read the weather and predict storms and plan raids, and all you've been doing is sulking around and making everyone miserable! i'm not going to have my men kill you, izzy, because ed still, for some reason, cares about you, but if you don't stop being such a prick, you can get the fuck off my ship the next time we head to port. now if you'd kindly fuck the hell off, im going to make love to my co-captain, who looks really good in that lingerie."

izzy leaves. is having a hard time having coherent thoughts. by chance he runs into jim, who's like, "hope you're ready to put up a better fight than you did last ni-hooooly shit what happened to your face?" and izzy is like. what? and jim's like "bro im getting roach stay here." and izzy just sits in the rec room (or wherever they are) until jim comes back with a very sleepy-looking roach, who takes one look at izzy's face and bursts out laughing. that's enough to get izzy to stop staring blankly, and he tries to snarl at roach, except that when he moves his face it hurts like fucking hell. and roach is like, "alright, alright, hoo boy! wish i could've seen whatever caused this." then he's like, "so i need to pop your nose back into place. it's gonna hurt like hell though, so i should probably go get some laudanum–" and izzy's like "no it's fine just do it." and jim's eyebrows raise and roach is like, "uh... are you sure?" and izzy's like "just fucking do it!"

so roach does and izzy screams through gritted teeth. then roach cleans his nose with rum or something, bandages it, gives izzy the rest of the booze, and goes back to bed, leaving jim and izzy there alone. izzy starts drinking. jim sits next to him and holds their hand out for the bottle, and then the two of them just drink in silence until the bottle is gone. then they go to bed without saying anything.

then izzy proceeds to have The Most Confusing Wet Dream Of His Entire Goddamn Life. he keeps seeing ed in lingerie, stede's face twisted in righteous anger, random flashes of stede fucking ed, izzy fucking ed in the lingerie, izzy wearing the lingerie and getting fucked by stede, izzy calling stede daddy, stede and ed fully clothed asking izzy to talk about his feelings, stede slapping izzy and spitting into his mouth.

izzy wakes up with the worst case of morning wood he's ever had in his life. he proceeds to have a very frantic masturbation session. as he's laying there afterwards, he keeps thinking abt ed in lingerie and stede breaking his nose. and he absolutely cannot wrap his head around the fact that ed bottoms. this is also the first time izzy's ever consciously thought about having sex with ed. he's literally been so repressed that for years he would just jack off to like, remembering the smell of booze in ed's beard or some pathetic shit like that. he'd think about, like, fighting with ed and getting pinned down and being totally at ed's mercy. but now when he thinks of those old fantasies, instead of ed pinning him down, it's stede?????

izzy stays in bed the whole day. nobody comes to check on him. he hears the sound of the crew going about their day, stede's voice calling out commands on the deck. he jerks off again at some point in the afternoon. night falls. he can't make out the words, but he can tell from the cadence of stede's voice at what point he starts reading to the crew, and at what point they all go to sleep. he waits for ten more minutes to pass, then he heads to the galley to get food.

jim is waiting literally right outside his door. izzy is not spooked at all (this is a lie).

jim's like "hey man, we never got to spar last night. let's go." izzy's like, "i haven't eaten anything all day." and jim's like, "so you're saying you can't take me?" and izzy snorts and follows them to go practice murdering people

jim very much goes easy on izzy, but izzy is too hungry and tired and confused (and horny) to care. they fight or whatever, jim wins every round, then they're like "man im starving, let's get a snack." the two of them go get food. after a while, jim's like, "so, what'd you say to piss stede off so bad?" and izzy's like, "how did you know it was him?" and jim laughs and says, "the knuckles on his right hand were bandaged up today, and he didn't seem too worried about you spending all day hiding in your room."

izzy takes a long drink and doesn't respond for a while. then he says, "you're dating the guy with the hat, right?" jim's like, "i'm the guy with the hat." and izzy's like, "you're a guy?" and jim goes, "ehh..." and tilts their hand side to side. izzy, deciding to move on, is like, "i mean the one with the orange hat. and the blue earring." and jim's like, "it's teal." izzy's like, "whatever." and jim's like, "yeah, we're dating. why?" izzy takes a minute before asking, "what do you like about him?" and jim is jokingly like, "dude, the whole reason i hang out with you is so i don't have to talk about feelings" and izzy, instead of laughing with them like he usually would, just kinda snaps, "would you just answer the question?" jim looks at his face for a long moment, assessing, then says, "i like that olu's kind. he cares about people so easily, i don't know how he does it. he's patient with me, even when i'm being difficult. he tells me when he's upset, but not in a mean way, just in a, like, 'i don't want to be mad at you, help me fix this' way. he can be really clingy sometimes, but he'll hold himself back if i ever need space. he just... accepts me. all of me. even the parts i don't accept."

and izzy is like. staring into space. and after a second jim says, "also he does this thing with his tongue where he–" and izzy is like "OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH THANKS." jim laughs at him a little bit. and after another long pause izzy's like, "you know they almost made him captain?" and jim smirks and is like, "yeah, i heard about that. when they almost threw you overboard?" and izzy's like "yeah. then." and jim says, "yeah, i'm not really surprised. like i said, he's good at caring for people. he'd make a pretty good captain." and izzy's like, "are you mad that he's not captain?" and jim shrugs and is like, "eh, i'm not one for politics." but izzy presses, like, "but he'd be in charge of the whole ship. he'd be the one telling everyone what to do. he'd have all the power here!" and jim's like, "hey man, i don't really give two shits about 'power.' im just trying to get by in this world. all i want is to hang out with my partner, throw knives at stuff, and sometimes watch my crew put on talent shows." and izzy, getting kind of frustrated, is like, "but doesn't it bother you that he's weak?"

before izzy realizes, jim has a knife against his throat and is glaring directly into his eyes. "i let you say a lot of shit to me, pendejo," they growl, "i let you talk shit about this crew, about my captain, about how none of my friends are real pirates. but you do not get to tell me that olu is weak." izzy's eyes are wide at first, but when jim finishes, he snorts and says, "look, he's not as bad as lucius or stede-" but jim cuts him off. "there's more to strength than having power," jim says. "there's more to being strong than just making everyone afraid of you. and whatever it is that you think makes stede and lucius weak" and izzy is like "i fucking knew you'd turn on me too. now everyone on this stupid fucking ship wants to kill me" and jim just gives him the flattest, most unimpressed look before just walking away. they say "get over yourself, izzy" as they go.

izzy goes to bed. has another wet dream. and when he wakes up he's like. fine. fucking fine. i'll try and find some way to live on this stupid fucking clown ship full of shitty pirates.

he apologizes to jim. jim just stares blankly and walks away, but then later is like "we're gonna spar tonight, right?" so izzy knows he's forgiven. he gives the most uncomfortable, gritted apology of his life to stede, and stede's like "oh, it's not me you need to apologize to. go speak to my co-captain." so izzy goes to the captain's cabin and ed is in his usual leathers and izzy is like. trying so hard to make himself apologize but he can't get the words out and eventually ed's like "it's fine, mate. i'll tell stede you apologized, okay?" and izzy's like. alright. thanks. and ed's like "you did kind of have a point, about if the crew wanted to mutiny" and izzy perks up like yes we're going to start running this ship the way real pirates do but then ed is like "yeah, stede wouldn't stand a chance. im still recovering, can you give stede sword lessons for me?"

izzy. does not want to give stede sword lessons. but ed's like "alright i guess i'll tell stede you didn't really apologize and you can get off at the next port. or you can just apologize for real." and izzy really has to think about it but eventually he's like. fine. i'll train your stupid fucking boyfriend.

ed watches for the first half hour of their first training session but someone's gotta captain the ship so from then on out it's just stede and izzy sword fighting in the jam room for a couple hours a day. this leads to angry sexual tension that builds and builds until they angrily make out. and stede is like freaked out bc he loves ed and he would never be unfaithful so he of course goes to ed and tells him about it thinking ed is gonna be heartbroken. but ed is like "i mean, it doesnt really sound like you want the same thing with him tho?" and i guess ed is like "wait if you top izzy i think that'd be kinda funny actually. also that sounds pretty hot. do you wanna top izzy? can i watch?"

so next time they do sword fighting practice ed watches and it escalates to horny shit and then when izzy's like trying really hard to hide his boner, stede is like "what do you say, darling?" and ed is like "pop the question, babe." and then they ask izzy if he'd be okay with stede fucking him while ed watches. izzy tries to bluster his way out of it but then ed is like "damn, was looking forward to it" and izzy is like. ok. fucking. fine.

and then it's really hot and everyone's into it. izzy hates that he's into it but for several days he keeps coming back for more (he tells himself he's only doing it bc it's the only time ed pays any attention to him but like... it's not just that). they do that for like a week or a week and a half. ed gives commentary the whole time, mostly just talking about how hot stede looks. the most he ever says about izzy is stuff like "yeah izzy doesnt he feel so good stretching you out" or whatever

until one day while stede's fucking izzy ed says some shit about "who's the namby pamby now?" and then stede freezes and is like. ed. did izzy say that to you? and ed is like uhhhhhhhhhh maybe? and then stede pulls out of izzy and is like "get the fuck away from him" and izzy (who was having a fantastic time) is like "daddy no" and stede is like "i am not joking get the FUCK out"

and idk. ed tells stede about izzy threatening to kill him while he was heartbroken over stede. and stede is SO fucking mad. maybe stede didnt even know abt the robe era he just thought ed came back to the revenge and went full kraken right away. and this actually makes stede feel more guilty abt leaving bc the thought of ed crying in a blanket fort and eating all his marmalade because he hurt him is even worse than thinking ed just got angry and painted his face. and the fact that izzy said that shit to ed while he was heartbroken like that makes stede SO fucking angry.

and then stede's anger makes ed realize that actually that was really fucked up and he actually finally tells stede about the toe thing and stede is like "i wouldve done the same!!" and they cry together. and then stede and ed dont talk to izzy for weeks and ed starts to emotionally heal from all that. he had stopped wearing stede's robes after the night izzy walked in on him fingering himself but he starts wearing them again. and then he starts actually trying to form a cohesive Look and they steal fancy clothes for ed now and stede pampers ed and takes care of him and ed gets to relax and not worry about people depending on him or on how people perceive him. and he and stede together get to be more confident in themselves than theyve felt in forever

and in the meantime i guess izzy just starts acting like a normal crew member and he very much hates it and the crew is very much giving him shit (someone makes him swab the deck through the entire night) and he wants to be mean to them so fucking bad but like, he knows one wrong move and he's off the boat forever and he doesn't want that. so idk i guess eventually the crew lays off him and invites him to sit and drink with them and stuff. izzy doesn't really get any of them, but jim will sit down next to him and drink next to him and izzy decides that actually maybe this crew isn't entirely useless. they still get on his nerves tho

then one night crew is also like "so uh... why are the captains not fucking you anymore" and izzy's like "YOU KNEW??" and theyre like "buddy you were SO loud. we all heard you call stede daddy" and izzy actually almost has a panic attack but idk someone (lucius?) is like "dude nobody is judging you. it's okay."

and izzy realizes theyre right. nobody is judging him. they want gossipy details but they don't actually care. and that's a big "oh" moment, that he could do things the wrong way (get fucked by someone less masculine than him, maybe even talk about his feelings) and these people wont judge him for it. so izzy gives them a very censored version that basically boils down to "they remembered what an asshole i am and they want nothing to do with me. and they're right"

and uhhhh maybe izzy and lucius hook up too. and then izzy starts crying after and lucius is like "oh god what's wrong" and izzy's like "i miss them. i miss ed. i miss bonnet. why the fuck do i miss bonnet??" and lucius is like "aww did izzy the spewer catch feelings?" and izzy's like "fuck. fuck. i fucking did jesus fuck." he also admits to himself finally that he's been in love with ed for years. (the feelings izzy thinks he has for stede are just His Cock Feels Really Good In My Ass)

and. idk. i guess weeks after all this character development has happened for ed and izzy and stede, izzy jumps in front of a bullet for stede. which leads to stede and ed both thanking him when he wakes up. which leads to izzy apologizing to ed and being like "you dont have to forgive me." and i dont think ed totally accepts the apology but he and stede do start talking to izzy again. ed more than stede maybe. i think stede is a huge prick to izzy and izzy sometimes snaps back but mostly he just sighs because like, yeah. that's fair.

and then i think ed and izzy happen first this time like i think they're reminiscing about old times and ed is like "do you realize how unhappy i was though?" and izzy is like "i didnt before, but i can see it now. you look younger than you have in years. i'm glad you found someone who knows how to love you better than i do" and ed's like wait WHAT. and izzy's like "? what?" and ed's like "you love me??" and izzy's like "yes?? obviously?????" and ed's like "i thought you just wanted me to fuck you!!!" and izzy's like "i mean THAT TOO" and ed's like "do you still love me??" and izzy's like "god only knows why, but yes! obviously!" and then ed asks "do you still want me to fuck you?" and izzy's like "yknow, that's actually a harder one to answer! i dont really know!! i just know that i love you and youre hot!"

And Then They Make Out

and this one is a harder convo for ed and stede to have, not because of the infidelity but stede is like "you remember how he hurt you though?" and ed's like yeah. and im not ever gonna forget that. but i think i can move past it. and stede's like okay fine but i have one condition. he has to watch you bottom for me first

so they do that. bc stede is like "i need izzy to know that the way we make love doesnt make you any less of a man." and izzy is into it obviously, this is not how he ever imagined ed would enjoy sex but he can't deny that ed looks good, and suddenly the "you look younger than you have in years" makes sense. like he can tell ed is loving this and suddenly trying to connect this man with the version of Sexy Blackbeard that izzy was pining after for years just doesn't make sense. izzy can no longer picture ed doing hardcore kinky bdsm dom shit to him.

also izzy's been on the receiving end of stede's dick so he's like, yeah, i get it. but then weirdly even tho this was supposed to be about izzy accepting that ed doesnt want to be the aggressive daddy dom izzy always wanted him to be, izzy (who is first and foremost a huge bottom and the world's biggest sub) is looking at how good ed feels and all he can think is i want stede bonnet in my mouth so fucking bad oh my god.

and then he's not looking at ed at all he's just looking at stede and is like oh shit oh shit oh shit. and ed nuts first and when stede pulls out izzy is right there like "please please please finish in my mouth please daddy" (<- sentences that killed me to write). and stede and ed are both like. oh.

this leads to them falling back into something like their original arrangement where stede and izzy are hate-fucking except now ed is getting in on the action. so like the sex dynamic is that usually ed is either being a pillow princess or a power bottom for stede, izzy is a bratty sub to stede, stede is a service top for ed and a daddy dom for izzy, and then ed and izzy trade handies or oral or whatever when it's all three of them. sometimes stede and izzy team up to pamper ed, or stede and ed team up to torment izzy. ed and izzy by themselves usually dont do anal but when they do izzy usually tops. ed and izzy having sex isn't the sappy passionate lovemaking of ed and stede but it is still very sweet. these sex dynamics aren't set rules or anything, sometimes ed tops stede and sometimes izzy isnt being quite so submissive and etc etc, but that's usually the vibe. ed never doms izzy tho.

as for the emotional dynamic. ed and stede are in love obviously, we all watched the show. with izzy and ed, i dont think ed is in love with izzy at first but he falls into it gradually. stede is maybe a little jealous of this at first but 1. he cant deny anything from ed and if ed loves izzy then fine, ed can love izzy, and 2. he can see that it happens in a different way than how ed loves stede, so he eventually gets over it. and then with stede and izzy it's basically just this post i made where one day while they're fucking it suddenly out of nowhere gets really soft (ed is sitting out for this one but he's there watching) and afterwards stede and izzy are both so mad about being in love. theyre angry at themselves and then they play chicken about it until stede gets injured and izzy says i love you and that completes the steddyhands injurty trifecta so i guess that means the story ends and i'm freed from this post and i can finally get it out of my fucking drafts. jesus fucking christ.

#ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means gay #ofmd fic #steddyhands #izzy hands #dizzy izzy #stede bonnet #stede fucking bonnet #edward teach #edward teach born on a beach #steddy hands #anyway. i hope this is the last time i make a post talking about how izzy would get together with ed and/or stede #txt #mine #og #my fic #for the record. the mischaracterization of stede is not my only issue w steddyhands #but it's the least important issue i have. mischaracterizing stede to be nice to izzy is annoying to me personally but it's not harmful #guys i rlly just. dont like izzy at all actually.#i love to study him like a bug. and this post was a fun exercise in trying to make him get better without completely breaking his character #also sorry abt casually throwing the daddy kink in there i just had to bully izzy with it #if that's not ur thing imagine him saying something else idk.

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i'mma throw a hot take out: kamado doesn't get general fandom apologism bc the fandom at large doesn't find him pretty or attractive. (they have no taste but i digress)

hear me out.

volo was prepared to erase the entire world, everything that ever was, just so he could meet arceus and recreate the world to his liking. he was willing to work with the being that has been (wrongly) coded as satanic in nature JUST to do that. he groomed and used a vulnerable child to satisfy his own need to see arceus. but he also saw the celestica people, HIS people, die off to foreign invaders who bastardized his culture (the diamond and pearl clans) and then saw colonizers come in and do the same, but now with the added "benefit" of using the wildlife to their advantage. he's not a pokemon trainer, he's a WIELDER. that's a DIFFERENCE. like, he's got a sizeable amount of trauma, but that shouldn't excuse his actions! buuuuuuut he's pretty, so he's secretly a good person deep down. and everyone loves him. and there's fanart and AUs all over my dash of him. and like, he's a great character, and deserves the love, but no. he's a shitbag. he's not good deep down. he has the capability to be BETTER and i'd love to see that, but he's a villain/antagonist just like kamado was.

on the other hand, what does kamado get? hatred for his actions, regardless of his trauma, and like, one piece of fanart for every thirty there are of volo or the submas brothers. like, i'm not arguing that he was right to exile the player character, he was not at all, and i wanted to beat his ass like everyone else until i learned more about him, but i AM arguing that nobody loves the old man like i do and therefore i am correct sldkfjgkbh

(to be clear: this is half-joking, half-serious. i am salty that there are fewer old man smoochers than pretty boy smoochers when the old men are just as complex as the pretty boys, but i'm not gonna judge people for loving volo)

A huge part of it does seem to be in regards to how the fandom views characters’ appearances! I have seen SO MANY posts of people acknowledging Volo’s actions but disregarding what he’s done over their appreciation for his appearance (usually played for laughs but still serious about it to a degree haha)

I think Kamado’s design is seriously a great one, and while I don’t find him attractive (that’s just a me thing though, I only have platonic admiration for the all the PLA characters haha) I do objectively think his design should be appreciated! I don’t talk about him a lot but I really love a lot of his design aspects. I really like his outfit with the golduck design and gradient, and the jacket over it. And his features that point to being professor Rowan’s ancestor are fantastic.

Though in part I do expect the fandom to more appreciate younger characters/young adult characters purely because the franchise itself is primarily for kids and teens. So I am not surprised Volo is popular among the fan base!

But I do agree with you! What Kamado did was wrong, as you didn’t argue that, but there is a lot about him that is good. He just made the wrong choice when things were going very bad, and threatening to put his village in danger for a second time. The first time was traumatic, so the second time around would have been too much for him to go through again; of course he would do drastic things. And again I do joke about him a lot, but genuinely I do feel like his actions are forgivable. What he did was realistically pretty abhorrent when you think about it, but you turned out completely fine (as expected) and he apologized profusely after you reached him. It came from a place of (fresh) trauma, uncertainty, and trying to protect the masses.

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artzee-bee · 3 years

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You love me? | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer (Netflix)

Request: “ I was wondering if I could make a request where the reader is Lucifers best friend and can always cheer him up. One day (maybe after something with his brother happens) he is really upset and no one can communicate with him so the reader comes over worried sick. I thought that maybe they could have a moment after but that’s entirely up to you if you would like to write this! If you are uncomfortable or you just don’t want to write this let me know! “

Genre: a good chuck on angst but fluffy ending

Warings: nothing besides some arguing

A/N: This turned out very differently than what I was initially going for but I hope it’s somewhat good

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You were more than aware of how everyone saw Lucifer: eccentric, sarcastic, over the top, at times an insufferable ass. You couldn't exactly disagree with any of those, but somehow you and the handsome gentleman got to be an inseparable duo.

You met him at Lux while out with your friends. His good looks caught the eye of mostly everyone inside the club, you included. He was attractive but you were stubborn. You weren't going to go out of your way just to talk to him, no way! Plus, you weren't exactly looking for a relationship or anything like that, so what was the point? You were only there for the drinks and the dancing, except you ended up being quite disappointed in the drinks department. The barman was slow and alcohol was a lot more expensive than you were anticipating.

You were waiting for your drink when he approached you. He was trying to get away from a girl that was freaking him out. He made a comment about being “so irresistible” and you replied with a joke about the crappy alcohol. One thing led to another and before you knew it, you had been chatting with him for hours!! Your friends had gotten sick of waiting around for you to be done with your new pal, and left early, not that you minded much. You knew they were probably under the impression that you were trying to get in bed with him and they were mostly excited about how well it was going for you, so they weren’t mad and you were enjoying yourself.

After that night, you and Lucifer became more or less inseparable. Almost every night was now spent either at Lux or in his penthouse, chatting and drinking liquor. Lucifer would visit you at work every now and then, when a case he was working on would get on his nerves. He would sometimes drag you to the station to “keep him company”. You were, in other words, his moral support.

This position came with a lot of wild adventures and incredible stories, but also with a lot of difficulties. Lucifer wasn’t the easiest to talk to when his emotions got the best of him. He had a tendency to shut down and avoid real life at all costs. You’ve been with him through that many times before and you were convinced that there was nothing he could do to shock you anymore.

Late in the evening, you got a call from Mazikeen. She was fuming and screaming over the phone about how Lucifer was in a mood and he went off on her for no reason and that you better get to him and figure it out because she was over it. You’ve received many phone calls like this, so you weren’t alarmed but as soon as you entered the penthouse and saw the mess that was covering every square inch of the place, you began to question your judgement.

“Lucifer?” you asked but he didn’t reply. You called out to him a couple more times, until you finally found him tightly tucked in bed.

“Luci?”

“Yeah…” his voice was muffled by the blanket and his eyes were shut

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing at all darling, I was just going to sleep”

“It’s 8 pm”

“Yeah, well, tough day at the station today. Not easy solving crime, you know?” “Oh really?” you questioned, to which Lucifer nodded slightly “Funny thing, I talked to Decker not too long ago actually. She hasn’t seen you all day.” Lucifer’s eyes stayed shut

“Don’t lie to me Lucifer” finally, you got his attention. He stood up with an exhausted sigh and rested against the bed frame

“What happened?”

“It’s just...Amenadiel…”

“What about him?”

“Always so curious, aren’t we Y/N?” he got up from the bed and headed towards the bar in the main area with you following close behind

“I’m trying to help you” “I don’t recall ever asking for it” his tone was harsh, but you’ve heard worse from him

“That never stopped me before”

“It never does any good either and yet here you are”

“Yes it does, you always tell me I’m a huge help” Lucifer frowned at your words, knowing full well you were right. He poured himself a drink, choosing to stay silent “I can’t help you unless you tell me what’s bothering you”

“It’s a fight between brothers, just like many others we’ve had before and we’ll keep on having for the rest of eternity probably”

“You’re really bothered by it”

“I am not!” his tone was firm. For just a second his eyes flashed red.

“It’s ok to feel upset”

“I am not upset!” he screamed, his face all of a sudden red and hot. His devil face. Blood red eyes piercing your soul, a threatening smile displayed his sharp, yellow teeth . You’ve seen this side of him before. You could say you were even somewhat accustomed to it, except you've never seen him do this. Use it as a weapon against you. To threaten you, to push you away. That, more than anything, was what scared you. You’ve seen him so angry at times and yet not once did he change out of rage. You stepped back, almost tripping and falling back in the bed but Lucifer reached out and caught your hand. He held it softly, as if you were made of sand. As if you would slip from his grip any second

“Y/N?” when you looked back up to him, his face was back to normal “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I mean, I didn’t realise I-”

“I’m just trying to be a good friend Lucifer”

“I know you are”

“I didn’t deserve that Lucifer” his eyes were full of sorrow and regret. You could see tears threatening to spill and you almost felt this man crumble in the palm of your hand. You pulled him into a tight hug and as soon as your arms went around his waist, Lucifer nuzzled his face in your hair and began to sob

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I didn’t mean to do that…”

“It’s ok Luci”

“You didn’t deserve that”

“Yes but you’ve apologised, I forgive you. Everything is ok” Lucifer pulled away slightly, just enough so he could look into your eyes without leaving your embrace. His face was red and stained with tears.

“How do you do that? How can you always forgive so easily?” he asked as you wiped away some of the tears with the sleeve of your shirt

“Well, with you it’s quite easy. I care too much about you to stay mad.” Lucifer rolled his eyes, as if he didn’t believe you “Plus, I know you. You are kind and caring and would never do anything to hurt me. You have a hard time managing your anger sometimes, sure, but you are working to improve.” You cupped his face with your left hand and Lucifer immediately leaned into your touch

“I’m doing my best.” he said

“And I’ll be here for you. No matter how much you dislike it sometimes!” you giggled, but than Lucifer whispered something in your palm

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Luci.”

“No, I love you Y/N” he took a step back as he said that, the closeness between you two suddenly too much to bear. You looked at him with glossy eyes, scanning his features as if you weren’t sure you heard him right and each look made Lucifer want to crawl back into the pits of hell because he was not worthy of you and he knew that.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t the right moment, I should have just-”

“Lucifer” your voice was warm and welcoming which only made the devil feel worse. You were trying to reject him nicely, he just knew it!

“Yes?”

“You love me?” when he didn’t reply, you took a step closer, asking him again “Are you in love with me Lucifer?”

“Yes” he was crumbling once again under you. He was the devil and he’s known no weakness but somehow, someway, you managed to bring him to his knees with a single glance and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Did I get the devil to fall in love with me?”

“Perhaps..” you looked him in the eyes. You were once again standing close to him and Lucifer felt weak

“Good” you said, before grabbing onto the collar of his shirt and placing your lips on his, kissing him hard. Lucifer didn’t realise at first what you did, boldness wasn’t exactly your thing, but then, almost naturally, his arms went around your waist, pulling you into him. He felt his worries and tears fade away with every second that he felt your lips on his. He swore in that moment that no matter what, he would never ever push you away again. You were way too important!

#lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer morningstar angst #lucifer morningstar fluff

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wittyrosebush · 3 years

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Dream SMP Reacting to a Witch!Hybrid

Pronouns: they/them

Includes: Dream, Quackity, Wilbur, qnd Tommy (PLATONIC)

Warnings: Meantion of drugs, swearing

A/N: This is based off of the canon characters and is set in the time of the Pogtopia/Manburg war!!! I might write a second part if this goes well. Also, this is the first thing I have written for this fandom, so I hope I get the character personalities correct. This is not beta read, so please don't attack me on my poor grammar skills. 😅

I hope you all enjoy!!! 💙

Dream

He was mining when he first met you

Dream heard a malicious cackle on the dark side of the cave and slowly drew his sword

He decided to charge towards the strange noise and was quickly met with an invisible body under him

He furrowed his brows and felt the body shuffle out from under him

"BEGONE STRANGE MAN"

"... excuse me?"

After a moment, Y/N's potion has worn off

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"

Dream chuckled and put away his sword, deciding the person in front of him wasn't a threat

After Y/n calmed down, the two had a talk, explaining the situation

Turns out, you had thought of a joke while mining for redstone (hence the laughter)

"So where is your hat and huge nose? You are really attractive for a witch."

"Luckily, I got my attributes from my father. What was that last part?."

"Wait, what about your hat?"

"I haven't done laundry in a few days.... hold up did you just say I was attractive?"

Ever since then Dream has had you by his side partly because he is a little clingy creating potions for him and the rest of the dream team

"How do you feel about cursing children?"

"I'm not that kind of witch, Dream."

"But what if he was being a little blonde bitch?"

"DREAMWASTAKEN I SWEAR TO GOD-"

Loves bringing you stuff to use for your projects

Need blaze rods for a new brewing stand? Done.

Need lapis lazuli so you have a chance for better communication? Done.

Anything you want? Done.

He will literally go to the nether for a few hours and come back with his arms full of whatever you need

And if you don't need anything or just need to take a break, he'll spend the day taking you anywhere that he think you would be happiest

He has you make him a lot of potions, bragging to everyone on the server how much better at creating potions you are

"Y/n's potions last longer, are more effective, prettier-"

"Are you sure? I think-"

"Tell me what you think, I fuckin dare you >:( ."

Overall, he is your #1 supporter

Quackity

The day had been long, dealing with Schlatt definitely tires a guy out after 5 minutes

On his walk on the outskirts of the Manburg wall, he spotted a suspicious row of blaze powder leading to the woods

Dawning his armor and a sword, he followed the trail to a small hut

He could see the outline of someone in the hut nervously pacing around

Deciding what he thought was the best possible option, he knocked on the door of the hut

There was immediately the sound of glass bottles falling on the floor and muffled words

Soon, the door swung open to reveal a disheveled being with a nervous grin

And Quackity went from tough to awkward

"C-Can I help you with something?"

"Uh, do you waNT SOME DRUGS?"

"ExCuSe Me?!"

Everything was going to shit

After a moment of awkward staring, a glass bottle tumbled off the brewing stand

Upon focusing on what was going on behind the two people trying and failing to act normal, they both saw that every brewing stand was on fire

"ARE YOU ACTUALLY MAKING DRUGS?!"

"NO I'M JUST REALLY BAD AT THIS POTION."

Finally putting the fire out together, the two looked at their now soot stained clothes

The witch hybrid ran a hand through their hair and sighed

"Well this is completely ruined."

Quackity frowned a little hesitant to offer his help

"If you need to you could borrow some brewing stands-"

"Really? *-* "

On the walk back to Manburg, you explained who you were

Quackity was still a little confused

"Wait but what potion were you even brewing?"

"Fire resistance."

He immediately burst out laughing, which ended up with you slapping his arm repeatedly

Eventually, you two became the definition of the "friends to lovers" trope

You often helped him de-stress after stressful days in office with Schlatt

He'd try whatever you recommended

"I'd suggest putting quartz on your nightstand."

"Cool!"

Later that night, you forgot something at his house

Once you walked into his house, you could see stacks of quartz next to his bed.

He really trusted any advice you could give him

And on days where people would criticize you for being part witch?

Big Q will attack anyone

Even if he knows he will lose

And at random parts of the day he'll just tell you oddly inspirational thoughts

"You are a bad bitch, dare I say a bad witch. Own that shit."

"That is oddly motivational, thank you. :) "

Wilbur

The former president was strolling along the side of a river, trying to form a coherent plan of action

Upon noticing a person trudging out of the water fumbling with glass bottles, Wilbur jogged over to them and put a careful hand on their shoulder

"Are you okay?"

The person moved the soggy hat out of their face and smiled

"Yeah, I just fell in the water while trying to fill up some of the bottles, but thanks for checking on me!"

He hummed in response, wondering why he was already so interested in the being before him

"Well I should probably get going, but thank you!"

"Wait! What's you name?"

"It's Y/n, and you are..?"

"Wilbur Soot, it was an honor meeting you, Y/n."

This man spent the rest of the night thinking about you and who the hell you were

He didn't know much about the mysterious person, but he did know that they were one of the most alluring people he had met in a long time

It was weeks since he saw you, Wilbur nearly gave up searching

That was until you walked into him on a rainy day

The brunette immediately went in defensive position and pulled the stranger to his chest, despite the dampened clothes

"Um, Mr. Soot?"

He looked down to see you and his face lit up

"Y/n! It's a pleasure to see you again."

He took a small step back and kissed your hand

No one can convince me that Wilbur "Gentleman" Soot does not flirt by giving hand kisses

The two went into Pogtopia and Wilbur almost immediately wrapped his coat around you

"What were you doing out there? The rain is coming down so hard you must not have been able to see well."

"I was going to ask if I could borrow a few golden carrots for a potion I'm making."

Wilbur nodded and walked towards the stared and whisper shouted down

"TOMMY BRING ME SOME GOLDEN CARROTS!"

"BUT WILBUR, I-"

"PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME LOOK BAD IN FRONT OF THE STUNNING WITCH!"

The boy at the bottom of the stairs grumbled and the tall man sat next to you once more

After a few minutes of Wilbur fawning over everything you did, a blonde male walked up the steps and glared at Wilbur as he handed you the carrots

"Simp..."

Wilbur dramatically gasped as you chuckled next to him

You eventually started coming over to Pogtopia practically every day

Most of the time it was to see Wilbur, but the rest of your time was spent creating potions for the war

As the nation grew, you were brought out of your shell more with Wilbur introducing you to everyone

He didn't want you to feel uncomfortable in a new place

You often walked along the same riverbank where you met

You have definitely pushed each other off a few times

He keeps small things that you enjoy on him at all times

He keeps a tiny bottle of sand from the river you met at, a piece of your old robe, and so much more in his pockets

Whenever he feels like he's in a dark place or justneeds to ground himself he takes out one of the items and just holds it close.

Mans is so in love

Tommy

He met you in the nether while you were farming netherwart

The blonde was thrilled to find a new fortress and decided to raid it before reinforcements came

Seeing a sleeping figure next to a bed of sould sand, he took a few congident steps forward

Once close enough, he poked you with the stick

"You good?"

"I was good when I was asleep."

"AYE I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD SO-"

After arguing for what felt like hours, you both stormed off to find both exits being blocked by wither skeletons

Tommy had gotten beaten up pretty bad after the fight so you took him back to your hut to get all patched up

"I didn't even need your help. I'm tougher than I look."

"You legitimately passed out twice on the way here."

"HOW DARE YOU, I WAS RESTING MY EYES!"

After a few hours of healing and a ton of laighter, you two became the most chaotic duo in the smp

This british raccoon child would often steal small potions to pull pranks

But unless they were really important and you needed them back, you'd always join in on the pranks

He tried to get you to make a potion using the 'Tubbo Bath Water' one time

It did not end well

At the point in your friendship where you revealed you were a hybrid, Tommy was so confused

"That makes no sense, witches are still humans, right?"

"Yeah..?"

"So how does that make you a hybrid?"

👁👄👁

"Listen here you little shit-"

He likes to show you off to anyone that can listen

"You think you're special? HA! I have a best friend that is part witch and they will kick your ass. >:)"

He is really interested in everything you do but will never ask

But if you tell him about what you're doing unprovoked?

Tommy would get so happy

He is so excited to learn what you have to teach and would be one of the best friends ever

#dream smp x reader #tommyinnit & reader #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #quackity x reader #dream x you #dream x reader #dream x y/n

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kewltie · 3 years

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bkdk au where izuku never got OFA so he wrote a self-insert fanfic where he attended UA, became a pro, and is in a complicated partnership/romance with INFAMOUS prohero!dynamight that became the biggest fanfic in the entire fandom. it eventually caught the public and katsuki's attention LOL.

dynamight is the hottest new hero around; he's attractive, loud in personality, and people just like how he's not brand friendly because ya know bad boy of the hero scenes is such a great marketing tool especially for impressionable youths who like that kind of 'rebellion' that they can relate to. so dynamight may not have the most established and biggest fanbase around but it's so rapidly growing and they're the most vocal, engaging, and 'intense' fandom. so many fanworks are created each day for dynamight and the people associated with him because he's HOT and v shippable with everyone. there are abundance of fanworks shipping him and just with anyone even standing close to him; he's the fandom bicycle is the joke of the fandom but there's also a huuuuuge ass section just shipping dynamight with OCs/self-inserts because people like to fantasized about dating dynamight too.

that corner of fandom tend to get mocked a lot because ya know fans who are delusional enough to think they can date dynamight thru fanfics and it doesn't help that the fanworks made aren't always on par with other ship fics because most of the people writing are young impressionable fans. there's definitely a mentality that ship fics are superior to self-insert/OCs fics because "ewe you're trying to recreate your dream romance with dynamight while we're being respectable"... even though it's ALL JUST FICTION AND TERRIBLY INDULGENCE EITHER WAY but fandom can be stupid ya know. so while that corner is look down upon by the majority, it's still pretty huge corner because people may not be vocal about it but there's a lot of people who quietly likes it anyway because it's FUN to entertain the thought of 'you' living the dream of being a hero and being romance by dynamight.

there's just never been a breakaway piece that ya know is the 'it' factor of that corner... until izuku's arrival anyway. haven't never got OFA, izuku spend his mundane days doing a 9-5 job, going home to read up on hero news, and to pass the time he write fics as an outlet. it started as a fun side piece that he does as a genfic character analysis of heroes and musing about their motivations and backstories then one day, he thought if there's a world where i got to grow up with all my idols, went to UA with them, and partner up with kacchan... so izuku began to write and write. it was just for fun at first and mainly for himself to live in his 'dream world' that if he could had it all and honestly he didn't think he was going to get any hits but the more he wrote and wrote the more his fic gain traction and notice. people notes how izuku have such a good understanding of the heroes in his fic like they're real people as if izuku hasn't study them like it's his PASSION and the way izuku wrote dynamight??? LIKE WOWZER, he made dynamight more fleshed out instead the archetypal broody bad boy lol. like izuku made these 'chars' instead of personas of the real heroes but like actual human beings that felt too real to them and they ABSOLUTELY love how izuku wrote dynamight as this complicated person with faults and anger and hurt but also who is capable of so much good.

the premise of izuku's fic is mikumo who grew up with katsuki, the future no.1 hero, and how their friendship fallen off because of mikumo's quirklessness but his quirk was just late but by that time the damage was already done; their relationship broken and cracked with hurt and guilt. mikumo would eventually attend UA with katsuki under a strained relationship and meet future proheroes. in the process of mikumo chasing after his dream of being no.1, learning to be a hero, he also has to navigate the complicated and battered relationship with his former childhood friend. this kind of story isn't new or revolutionary but the way, izuku wrote mikumo about his struggles with his quirklessness nearly all his life, his insecurities and fears, his deep admiration for katsuki who HURT HIM SO DEEPLY and how that love was strained under katsuki's hurtful words. like izuku understands it because he experience it and though mikumo is able to resolve his conflicts later on, izuku never got a resolution for them so by writing his pain and grievances into his fic and giving mikumo chance to overcome it izuku is trying to find his own peace with it especially mikumo's relationship with the katsuki in the fic where he wrote katsuki struggling with his feeling of superiority AND inferiority toward mikumo even though katsuki is the blessed one, born into a good family and good quirk and is smart and skill yet mikumo make him feel WEAK. like the katsuki in izuku's fic isn't some brooding bad boy who need a touch a softness in his life to ease his pain like what the readers are used to. this katsuki is horribly flawed, insecure, and so wrecked with guilt and anger and hurt that he struggles to be good enough for mikumo. society had fucked him up but he also fucked up in his treatment of mikumo. now he's slowly learning to reconcile with what he always been taught that he's better than MIKUMO but in truth mikumo always made him feel helpless quirk or no quirk because there's untapped strength within him.

So like self-insert fics don't usually go that deep and hard ya know??? talk about quirkless treatment in society, how the measure of one standing is decided by the usefulness of your quirk, and how great power come with pressure and expectations to succeed which lead to crippling fear of failure. izuku writing his fic mostly as an outlet for his grievances so this version of himself, 'mikumo', is able to overcome it but he also accidentally queer codes himself into writing a romance between him and katsuki that all his readers are like,,, when will mikumo and katsuki hook up??

the first time izuku seen that type of comment: "... so who is going to tell kacchan that he's in love with mikumo?" HE THOUGHT IT WAS A TROLL then his fic keep getting more traffic, he get comments like: "thank you for reminding me what it's like to be in love with my best friend". izuku is like ??? WHAT I NEVER but more popular his fic get, where a single ch update he'll get easily over 500+ comments, everyone keep insisting that mikumo and katsuki are in love. izuku who is THE WRITER OF THIS FIC therefore knows his char the best is like I GUESS THEY ARE??? because he doesn't have the heart to argue with his readers who is like "they slept in the same bed!!", "mikumo thinks kacchan is so handsome!!", "KACCHAN HELD MIKUMO'S HAND TO CALM HIS ANXIETY OMFG" which izuku is like that's completely normal because he did his with is own kacchan in the past? so izuku is like im not even gonna bother anymore and changed his fic tag to OMC/dynamight to much of the uproar of the fandom, he has no intention of changing how he write their relationship but now that his readers keep bringing it up he can't unsee the subtext he wrote lol. many of the things that mikumo and the katsuki does in the fic is something that he and his kacchan did when they were younger and some of the things his chars do now are things he wish they would do if their relationship is ever reconcile... which is a wish fulfillment lol ;P

once izuku accepted that he accidentally wrote himself into a romance with his estranged childhood friend turn hero he decided withe he's gonna go all in because it isn't like his katsuki ever going to read his trashy fanfic RIGHT? because it's not like his fic is the most popular fic ever. izuku not realizing how goddamn popular his fic is that every update break the fanfic website, he has over 1k comments PER CH, millions of hits and nobody can stop talking about his fic that it flood dynamight's social medias with fanarts and comments and katsuki is like WHO THE FUCK IS MIKUMO.

there's so many buzz about izuku's fic that it get so out of control. people who aren't even interest in OC or romance (though izuku argue IT WASN'T SUPPOSE TO BE ROMANCE) fics suddenly want to read it to know what the fuck it's all about only to really, really enjoy it in the end. izuku's fic doesn't reinvent the wheel but what it does excellent is being in tune with today's youths and their various issues--the plight of the quirkless, the unfair treatment of those who dont have 'good' quirks, and the pressure and stress of those who are set up to succeed. the struggles of chasing your dreams, what it's like being an outsider just because you dont fit in today's mold, and that our faults do not define us and that forgiveness is not given but earned through our own efforts and that we can and are allow to mess up and that's ok. and lastly, that love does not heal all wounds or does it fix the cracks in ourselves; it can be a goal that we can strive for but it's ultimately is something that we have to choose ourselves because mikumo may have forgiven katsuki but he has to fight to earn mikumo's heart again. this fic is izuku's grievances; he poured his heart and soul into it, dreaming of a better world, sweeter and kinder world so that no more mikumo will be born and mistreated like this; no more midoriya izuku will be turned away from his dream. this his self indulgence fantasy.

izuku doesn't think he's doing anything special but to those reading it, it airs all the ugliness of hero's society and society itself treatment of their own people even those who are fortunate get so many shit for not living up to their expectations and the pressure to succeed. izuku may view his fic as a silly indulgence fic where whatever problem mikumo encounter thru perservance he can overcome it which izuku knows that it's not tru to life but in this fictional world, izuku can dream of being a prohero and being loved by the no.1 hero dynamight. which would be all perfect if izuku 'escapism' fic didn't literally take over the entire fandom and got so many people emotionally invested in his char and dynamight's relationship like they want IZUKU'S CHAR TO SUCCEED AND GET HIS HAPPY ENDING. izuku never expected it to get this far. to the point that someone reached out to offer izuku a book deal and izuku is like IT'S A DUMB FIC I WROTE TO ESCAPE PLS dont take it seriously but at this point it's so popular that other heroes take notice especially when as their char make an appearance in the fic and how accurate it is. izuku study/analyze heroes as his MAIN hobby lol not writing fics so getting their quirk, moves, and history etc right is something he strives for so when he wrote them in his fic he make sure to do them justice which hilariously make it seems like he KNOWS them intimately.

the fic getting so many traction that it ends up on the heroes' social medias that some checked it out because who is writing about them supposedly so well that their fans think it's all legit?? and they end up liking so much that they even get so excited when they're mention one way or another. like it become a thing in the hero scene when a hero make an appearance in the fic and they become so happy about it because the fic is SO damn huge that it end up boosting popularity of many of them especially minor heroes because izuku always pay attention to the lesser known ones the most. katsuki would be a fool not to have heard of this fic by now if the flood of comments on his social medias page is anything to go by. he is annoyed and angry that someone is WRITING a fic about him and it getting so popular when they know NOTHING ABOUT him at all because this is all bullshit.

so gritting his teeth katsuki eventually caved and read it because he's ready to tear it apart for defaming his char because fanfics are utter horseshit, it's all make believe fantasy and none of is ever accurate, obviously this person is delusional in thinking they can hook up with him except as soon as he read it... he hasn't been able to put it down only to leave a comment on every ch as he reads. long comment that was at first to nitpick every little details about it like how the layout of UA is and how the training is like because clearly author never been here but as he read more of the fic and get to to the point beyond UA to their proheroes day and mikumo and fic!katsuki's budding romantic relationship, real!katsuki get really rile up and furious but not in defense of himself but mikumo because fic!katsuki is DOGSHIT not worthy lmao.

izuku doesn't know why suddenly he got this anon reader who keep flooding his inbox with v detail and long comment that was critiquing his writing but have now moved on to eviscerate his fic!kacchan, saying he's trash and not worthy of mikumo's forgiveness and should learn to grovel. with how popular has fic has become that it's literally THE FIC in the entire pro hero fandom that even some proheroes are reading, izuku get a fair amount of flames and trolls calling his fic overrated and over indulgence trash fantasy so nothing too unusual for him at all but this is the first that someone who came in truly hating him and everything that this fic stand for to like roasting the only one CHAR that everyone seems to love his fic for: dynamight who everyone hailed as a complex and deeply flawed individual but ultimately a good person because fic kacchan represent all the shitty and ugly parts in people who had fucked up but will themselves to turn their life around and make an effort to fix things and how it makes the readers believe in 2nd chances and redemption and the things we do and say don't always define us. many of them may resent fic kacchan at first but they eventually come around his char because people are a huge sucker for a good redemption story especially when it reminds them of themselves and how they too could and is able to change for the better! fic kacchan is the budding hope in them all so izuku gets it. fic kacchan isn't always likable but he grows on people kinda like fungus ;JFA;SJFD lol which is the opposite of most OC/dynamight fics where dynamight is made into some misunderstood troubled man who people just dont see how good and kind he is because you dont KNOW HIM which is ya know true in this case but IZUKU DOES KNOW KATSUKI and he writes of the katsuki that he knows: ridiculously talented, ambitious, and tenacious and every a bit of an ornery bastard with a mean streak who made terrible choices in his life but ultimately still a good person like sometimes even if you think you're a shitty person there's still something redeemable about you that make you loveable and that resonate with many people because you dont always have to stand for all things good to be a good person ya know?? just the effort along speak for itself.

so yea fic katsuki's char development is definitely he main draw of this fic and izuku always get heaps of compliment about it but this is the first time that a someone go into his fic hating fic katsuki and FERVENTLY HATE HIM MORE AS THEY CONTINUE that they're hate reading it at this point. izuku is so confused because they hate fic katsuki so much that every new ch is he gets paragraphs and paragraphs how fic katsuki gets what he deserved and shouldn't be forgiven for what he done and cheer when bad things happen to fic katsuki like his misery is GOOD for this reader. izuku cant tell if this reader even enjoying this fic at all?? he doesn't reply to comment anymore because he got a shit ton of it but he end up replying to that anon asking: if you hate dynamight so much in this fic why do you keep reading? WHAT DO YOU EVEN LIKE ABOUT this fic, anon? izuku doesn't get a reply for days but then anon who write essays and essays that nitpicked izuku's writing has now turned into essays upon why dynamight is THE WORST char in this fic, wrote: "i like mikumo. he keeps me going because that kind of light can't be extinguish by anyone." for someone so verbose and expressed themselves in in caps and many, waaay to many exclamations marks, this anon's answer was v succinct and simple that despite hating everything about izuku's fic especially his dynamight they only continues because of mikumo, IZUKU'S SELF-INSERT CHAR.

here's the thing: mikumo is izuku's self insert and the mc but he technically isn't the 'hero' of the story as izuku pays more attention to other chars and take time to developed their story/char arc more because he thinks they're more interesting and the reasons the readers are there. one of the biggest criticisms izuku tend to see pop up a lot is that mikumo feels like a side char of his own story, that izuku care more about other chars and give them more spotlight rather then his own SELF-INSERT CHAR which defeat the purpose of most self-insert fics??? like mikumo doesn't have OP quirk, just a stronger version of his mom's, or have anything special in particular that make him stand out. he's a good kid trying his best to pursue his dream which is relatable but also completely normal because this is HIM in all his boring glory. izuku doesn't try to paint himself as something else even in his own fic, the only thing he feels super indulgence in is having fic!kacchan be in love with him which he feels ridiculous and impossible and that's only after his READERS eventually convinced him to go ahead with it. so why does this anon who is keen on his fic and hate it so much BUT stick to it just because of mikumo??? izuku's boring self insert char that he doesn't think warrant that kind of attention and devotion from some stranger on the internet not when everyone else is more amazing.

izuku's doesn't understand. he's so confused and feels almost flatter?? like he doesn't know how anyone could feel so passionate about his fictional self... that izuku finds himself asking a question he'd never asked anyone else: why do you like mikumo so much? isnt he a bit boring? there's no reply for days that it makes izuku's anxious. i mean what can you expect from a stranger on the internet?? why engage with trolls and haters in the first place because even if this troll is super dedicated, why would they waste answering izuku's silly question anyway???? but then one day this unexpectedly arrived in his inbox: "mikumo is dumb, stupidly reckless and selfless. he emotes as he breathes and cries too much but he tries and works hard for what he wants so isn't that enough? he doesn't need to be anything special, he just need to be him."

izuku gets so many comments everyday that he'd seen it all. the weird comments that doesn't always make sense or come off as creepy, the vaguely passive aggressive ones that threaten him about updating quicker or make their fav heroes have more screen time in the fic. he also gets many good comments that easily outweigh the bad ones: how this fic resonate with them, make them feel like they're not alone, it serves to fulfill their fantasy but also uplift them to want to make a difference, it makes them want to be better for mikumo and everyone else. those are the ones izuku treasure the most because sometimes it hard to wrap around how this dumb super indulgence fic of his can impact so many people's life and that he managed to touch a piece of them with just words alone. it's something he didn't realize he can do even without a quirk. izuku's fic affected so many people but they're not alone in this because izuku too feels touched by the fandom that surround him, kindness shown to him, and the devotion toward his fic but it's the first time someone's msg made him FLUSHED, go red in the face and so warm with shyness.

izuku knows anon meant his fictional char, a char that doesn't even exist in reality, but this char is BASE ON HIM. he pour himself into mikumo; mikumo is him in everything but name so how can izuku not feel something when someone thinks he's worth it, that he matters to THEM. which is v funny considering who is on the other side of the screen writing these comment essays to him because like katsuki would be a total dumbass not to clue in who is the person writing this shitty fic about him and using a char call mikumo?? as if he wouldn’t recognize it's DEKU PLS.

at first katsuki went into the fic being annoyed with everything like for all the accurate things that this fic got right there are v tiny but important things that they got wrong and katsuki is about to rip them apart for it because a fic trying to act like it knows-knows him? fuck them, but the more he read and read there's a creeping sense of familiarity, like this person knows all the intimate raw meaty parts of him as though he been digging around his chest and pulling all the disguting and ugly pieces of him and he hates it. hates so fucking much because it's deku. how can he not know it's him behind it when it sees so much of his deku in mikumo, how many of their childhood scenes is reflected in the fic, and the way this person wrote fic!katsuki it's dirty, gritty, and it's him in all his fractured glory; perfectly imperfect.

he's mad but he's not mad that izuku make his char terrible in the fic no, he thinks izuku IS BEING TOO GENEROUS TO HIM. yea fic!katsuki is shit but he changed, got better, improved enough that he managed to patch up fic!izuku; they're friends, something more, something intimate like how can he not be mad that when fic!katsuki seems to have everything done right for him like yea he's flawed and fucked up but he got so many CHANCES to redeem himself and proved to fic!izuku that he's worthy of his time, effort, and affection when real!katsuki never got it. he's even more furious by the fact that fic!katsuki earned izuku's forgiveness and heart while he's stuck on the other side of the screen alone because real!izuku is out of his grasp. he doesn't know if he ever get his own chance to prove to izuku that he too has changed for the better.

here's the thing: midoriya izuku is a fucking hypocrite. yea that's right, izuku preaches about 2nd chances and forgiveness in his writing but had rebuff all of katsuki's efforts and attempts to reconnect and the worst part is that he did it the gentlest and kindest way possible. katsuki made mistakes in the past. horrible fucked ups that he's still dealing with today, that he carried with him like a stain on his soul because he knows there are consequences to his actions and words and even as young he was back then they were extremely impactful in a v negative way. but he'd learned! UA had taught him better. his teachers, his friends and comrades and all the people he'd met on the way to now had opened his eyes to the arrogance andnarrowed ways he had looked at the world, looked at izuku and he'd worked his ass thru his insecurities and doubts. all of this so that he'll be able to meet izuku one day, look at him in the eyes and apologize properly but when that day came along, he's stood before izuku as new UA graduate and izuku offered up a sincere congratulation; there was no bite or bitterness to it, he'd meant every word.

but before katsuki can even utter the words that he had held in his heart like mantra he'd practiced over till he can say it today with no remorse and a hope burning in his chest, izuku said with a heartbreaking smile: "I think it would be better for the both us if we part ways here. whatever had happened between us in the past we can leave it in the past. I would like for us to move on but we don't have to do it together, kacchan because now you won't have to worry about me clinging to you anymore. it's time for me to grow up and grow out of your shadow."

katsuki didn't offer up his heart because he never had a chance before izuku had rightfully cut it in half in front of him with those sweet words as if it spoken with a smile would sugar coated the defeat and sorrow laced within because it's what it is: izuku letting go of him. katsuki never got the chance to apologize at all, never got to move forward on his own terms, to relieve of his guilt and burden because izuku was the one who said it was ok now but this apology was as much for him as it would be for izuku because he wanted to be able to forgive HIMSELF TOO but he knows izuku owe him nothing, not his time, affection or his forgiveness but fuck does it hurt to think his fictional self is worthy of all because why does fic!katsuki was able to lower his head and apologize to fic!izuku and have izuku hear him out?? and EVEN ACCEPT IT???

katsuki never got his own resolution because his izuku had brushed it off as it's the past so katsuki was left hanging on the edge, grasping at air as he watched izuku depart from his life. ONE THE OF THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPENED TO HIM WALK AWAY because he was coward and didn't step up but the worst thing is that izuku didn't give him the cold shoulder or treat him any differently because when he's at his family home and izuku who never left their hometown come over to visit, he always give katsuki a friendly smile and asked how he's doing like nothing's WRONG but there's a chasm between them that's unbridgeable. they're no strangers but they also dont know how to be friends or in this case izuku doesn't want to be friends and katsuki doesn't know how he ended being exes with izuku without ever DATING HIM because this is what it feels like lolol. this been going on for years now, their meetings are fleeting and full of awkwardness and stilted silence because they're growing apart and walking diff path and katsuki doesn't know how to make amends or reconnect when izuku seems to be the one willingly pulling away from him and now he finds out that the person who is writing a shitty fanfic version of him, who is able to get everything that literally had slipped from real!katsuki's grasp, is the very same person who rejected katsuki in the first place??? like how can he not be furious?? he can feel hurt and angry about it for being denied but izuku is the one who had suffered under him; whatever pain he feels wouldn't ever measure up to what he'd put izuku thru. this is the burden he bears for being the offender even if it been yrs because scars stay and so do memories.

what katsuki got wrong though is that izuku had forgiven him but he realized how katsuki is able to move forward and changed with the time but izuku is stuck; he's static. still living with his mom in their old home and town while katsuki flourished in UA and beyond to become a top hero. they're leading diff life now and boring izuku who hasn't made any improvement in his life, working at a convenience store then go home to his mom and read up on what the heroes are up and sometimes he think of the life he could have live if he had a quirk, if he went to UA. over the years he saw katsuki grow up and grow into himself, into someone magnificent and worthy of being call a hero; he'd made effort to mature and grow pass that angry lil boy who lash out at others and izuku is so damn proud of him but while katsuki had mature izuku felt stuck. izuku hadn't change at all. he wanted to be a hero so he can help others but the world told him he couldn't without a quirk and though he tried and tried but felt like all his efforts were naught because there's no guide or safety net for the quirkless because there's no place for them here. it's easy to say you can do it if you try hard enough, that you just need to put in the work but it's hard when you're one person and everything work against you because society has no value for the quirkless; there's no establishment in place for them, for izuku to put his foot forward. izuku can write all he wants about the government and society bowing to one's person will and how mikumo is able to change the world and fight against the harsh system but the real world is much different and izuku had tasted defeat one too many times already; he's tired.

izuku thinks of him and katsuki, one is this super star shining bright on the biggest stage of the world and he's sitting in his room, writing up a fantasy where he's able to stand next to katsuki; he's the fake, the pretender, living a false dream in this fic where he has it all. sometimes it's easier to write yourself as this brave and strong person who can get through anything, who can bend the world to your will with enough perseverance but izuku is only one person and he's human and a failure; he can't bear for katsuki to see him this pathetic so he step away from katsuki because it's better then having him witness how low izuku had fallen and live in the dream where he gets to play hero, romance katsuki and live a life that is completely out of his reach. izuku is not a hero but in this fictional world he can have it all.

his self esteem had taken a major dive and it was almost unrecoverable until he started to write and the humongous support that he'd gained afterward slowly, ever so slowly, built him piece by piece up that he's starting to come out of his shell again and that's on HIM. there wasn't one single thing or person that changed izuku, it was him writing, pouring his heart and soul into this fic that affected so many lives and all those people reaching out to him and thanking him and telling him how much this work and he means to them; it's them and HIM.

fandom is passion. it's a community, it's people who unite under common banners. it can be ugly and petty sometimes but at the end of the day it's a bunch of nerds, outcasts, and weirdos coming together and enjoying the same shit and izuku feels comfortable and at peace with them. it is there that izuku is slowly rediscovering his own voice again among the crowd of like minded people from all walk of life who he'd never met but they know him. maybe not his face, his age, or name but they know his fears, his insecurities, and the things that keep him going. izuku doesn't have to speak of it but it's bleed out in his characters, in the the themes he invoked, and in mikumo. he bares his soul to them word by word so they may not know of his backstory but they know what he cares about and what moves him and in that way they know him.

izuku thinks of his fic as completely self indulgence as it is a wish fulfillment fantasy but fanworks are fun and IS IT PURPOSEFULLY INDULGENCE!! you're meant to enjoy yourself with it but it also can helped open up dialogues and engages people in a way that normal channel doesn't. like izuku wrote his fic talking about various issues that he'd face as a quirkless individual, disadvantage and heavily discriminated against in a format that people aren't use to but it opened the floor up for people who experience that to be like, OH I CAN RELATE TO THAT TOO!!!! especially when most of his audience are young people who may not be politicized yet but they would read something that they know, love and relate to so it's strike a chord in them, causing them to stop and think and maybe inspire them to want to do something about it, to take initiative!!

izuku's fic become a lightning rod that stirs something withi these people. there's already a huge community built around this fic now these people who already share a love for this fic for withe reason stat to TALK TO EACH OTHER and it engages them in dialogues they dont usually express about things that make them feel uncomfortable like the preferential treatment of people view with 'powerful' and 'useful' quirk, the way society measure's people worth by their quirk or lack of it, and how it's detrimental to the minorities, the outsiders, the ones who dont fit in the mold. in this way, izuku's fic kick started a fervor desire for change in these people because they see themselves in the fic and the injustice and ugly that plague their society and they too want make a better world for it because why the fuck do they have to settle for their shitty situation

they start asking questions among themselves like: what can we do to help? How can I make make a different? because revolutions aren't built on the back ONE single person, it's on the tongue and fists of many but izuku learns all it take is spark to light a fire and it started with him. izuku isn't 'special'; he doesnt have a quirk or the kind of embolden personality and charisma that history are made of but that doesnt stop him from accidentally launching a movement and being the heart of something new, something that burn with hope for change and equality. he realizes that he doesn't need to be hero to help people and make a different in the world because before there were heroes and even before quirks, people have changed the world on their hands and backs and fists to the sky so how this isn't new except this time it started with A FANFIC lol.

izuku finding new lease on life through fandom and starting a revolution in his own bedroom LOL. he's becoming more confident in himself!! finding his own voice and this is izuku that katsuki now encounter, someone with renew interests and desires; he's not settling ever again. maybe the reason bkdk couldn't reconcile earlier because izuku needed to be his own person and find himself first before he's ready to face katsuki on his own terms because izuku can't always stay in katsuki's shadow for the rest of his life, he want to able to stand equal to him.

even though they're now reunited as a writer and their flamer lol which is not the equal standing izuku was looking for, not that he know that :P but in this way katsuki is able to freely talk to izuku with the weight of their history dragging them down and making things awkward. izuku, who started thinking his flamer is a troll if a lil passionate about his fic, is now looking forward when a ch go up and his flamer start foaming at the mouth. the next day he'll get an essay why he hates a certain thing but mikumo is still left unscathed from his rhetoric but the things his flamer get rile up is the thing izuku find interesting, they nitpick his view of hero society, rip apart izuku's plan to initiate change within the fictional world because how that wont work in the context of THE REAL WORLD and idealism is good but not realistic. that's when they start engaging in heated dialogues and actually talk about things that izuku had no insights on especially things that privileged, powerful people who are in a good position to offer opinions about. they ground izuku enough to manage his own expectations.

katsuki realizes what izuku is trying to say and do with his fic; he's trying to initiate change and start conversations about the wrongs of the world but izuku needs money, and manpower and he cant get it just by staying in his bedroom. he needs someone who can support his dream. izuku may have restarted his dream changing the world and help people but his small group of revolutionists isn't going to be able to change just by talking on forums and sharing news and signing petitions, they also have to be out on the field and do the gritty work for it. so katsuki ends up helping izuku and his revolutionist/fans/fic readers out lol by being their secret guardian angel, providing them with all the wealth, power, and influence of the no.1 hero as their sugar daddy one of the members would joke but nobody is laughing because its true lol. katsuki secretly support izuku so he can pursue his dream by being his confident while challenging his ideals because he truly believes izuku never needed a cape or quirk to move heaven and hell. all he needed was a will and thousands voice to back him up and he got it in his fandom. so izuku helped ignite a revolution while katsuki secretly flame it with actual backing of money and support and it all started with a damn fanfic about izuku's self-insert char and the no.1 hero dynamight who hilariously are the center characters of this new social movement

this is how the two of them eventually reunite with izuku as a partime hero analysis, fic writer, and accidental revolutionist and katsuki as no.1 hero, the star of izuku's fanfic, and diehard mikumo's fan LOL. they're both standing on diff but the same world's stage together at last.

#bakudeku #not!fic

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“I Think He Knows” - A Kingsman Fanfic

TSwift Songfic Week Day 5

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x M!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Explicit (Pining, dirty talk, hand jobs, oral sex)

A/N: I feel like there’s a lack of M/M in the Pedro cinematic universe fandom, so here’s some bisexual Whiskey having a good time with a fellow male agent.

Summary: You and Agent Whiskey are paired together for an out-of-state mission. On your last night, your pining and his flirting finally come to a head.

I think he knows his hands around

A cold glass

Make me wanna know that body

Like it's mine

The mission was long but you were finally finished with it. Three weeks in Dallas were more than enough for you, and you were looking forward to getting home to your own bed and your own office in Kentucky. You were aching for the privacy it offered, after spending almost a month sharing a hotel room with your fellow agent. This time you’d been paired up with Agent Whiskey, and because of that you were glad the trip was almost over.

It’s not because Agent Whiskey- Jack - was incapable. Quite the opposite. He was extremely efficient and good at his job but he was also… extremely attractive. Which was a huge distraction.

You took pride in being a capable agent but Jack and his pretty face compromised that. You’ve never been in a situation like this before. Lusting over your coworker felt extremely unprofessional, but it was impossible to ignore him. He was an in-your-face kind of guy, always butting in with a comment or joke, always using his body as a weapon. He’d lounge around your shared hotel room in nothing but a thin towel, his wet hair draped across his forehead, and you swear he did it on purpose. The man knew how attractive he was and he obviously loved flaunting it.

He was tall and tan, with soft brown hair, a pair of beautiful round eyes that seemed to sparkle with amusement, and a smile that made your knees weak. The downside was that his smile made just about everyone weak. You were living in your own personal hell. Every single day having to watch Jack be attractive without even trying, and then watch as everyone in his vicinity tried to flirt with him. Tonight he was wearing a black leather jacket and extremely tight jeans, looking more like a movie star than an undercover agent. The man could pull off anything. It’s actually unfair.

You were out at some dive bar, celebrating the end to a successful mission before flying home tomorrow. It was Jack’s idea of course, but you’d agreed because you needed a stiff drink after these three long weeks and honestly you couldn’t say no to him.

“Another round, kid?”

You glanced up and saw him staring at you, a twinkle in his bright eyes. His hand gripped his empty whiskey glass and you eyed your own half-full drink. You couldn’t throw it back like him.

“I’m good for now,” you answered.

He nodded and slapped you on the shoulder as he stood up, “I’ll get you another one anyway. You better finish that by the time I get back.”

You sighed as you watched him walk away. His ass looked fantastic in those jeans. All the training and harsh exercise routines that Champ put the team through really worked for him. No wonder he could get any pretty thing he wanted.

Speaking of which, he seemed to have turned his affections on someone else. You groaned, your eyes never wavering from where Jack stood. He was currently making small talk with the pretty brunette bartender. He was giving her the full Whiskey treatment- gazing at her with those soft, mocha-colored puppy dog eyes and giving her a charming half-grin. Watching him flirt was simultaneously entertaining and torturous. He threw his head back, laughing at some dumb joke the bartender must have said, and you almost growled out loud as you hungrily stared at his neck.

Stupid horny bastard.

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans

It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands

No one understands

You were getting really sick of hiding your partial hard-ons and jacking off in the cold shower, but everything the man did was hot. The deep voice and accent alone were enough to get you going on most days. God, you hadn’t felt like this since high school.

If Jack noticed you staring or caught on to the fact that you took extra long showers, he didn’t say anything. You were openly out at the agency and your sexuality wasn’t a secret. When you first joined the Statesmen, you felt you had something to prove at work, as if you had to demonstrate your masculinity by keeping up with the largest members of the team. But you’ve excelled in your role for years now and you were beyond proving yourself at this point. You were just glad that Agent Whiskey wasn’t one of the people who cared that you liked men.

In fact, he treated you just like he treated everyone-- this meant he wasn’t shy about flirting and teasing you. Sometimes it seemed like he was coming onto you, but you had to remind yourself that he was like that with everyone-- you weren’t special and there was no way he was actually interested.

Before falling asleep each night, you’d listen to Jack’s soft snores and run scenarios through your head of every possible way that you could share your feelings. You thought about all of the things you could say, and all of the ways Jack could react. It was agonizing but your analytical mind couldn’t stop. You wished you had the courage to just ask him out. The worst that could happen is he’d say ‘no’ and maybe request to never work with you again, but then at least you’d be free of him.

Wanna see what's under that attitude

Like, I want you, bless my soul

And I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

A loud laugh suddenly interrupted your thoughts and you looked over to the bar again. The bartender was giggling and grasping at Jack’s arm. The sight made your stomach turn, and you made a quick decision to get out of there before you had to watch them start making out over the bar.

You stepped up next to Jack and finally drew his attention away from the girl.

“Hey, hold off on my drink. I’m gonna head out,” you told him.

“What? Come on now, it’s so early!”

“Yeah. I just don’t really feel like hanging out anymore. I’ll see you back there.”

Before Jack could respond, you threw down some cash on the bar and turned away. You were already across the floor and on your way out the door when a hand on your arm stopped you.

“Hey. Are you pissed at me or something?”

“No,” you muttered, trying to ignore the shot of arousal you felt when he grabbed you, “I just don’t feel like sitting in the corner, watching you flirt with some chick.”

You tried to turn away from him, but Jack let out a quiet “ohhh” of understanding. His grip on your arm tightened.

“We’ve been on this mission for weeks now, and on our last night you finally decide to say something?” Jack laughed, turning you around so you were facing him again. He invaded your personal space, ducking his head and trailing his nose along your neck and jaw.

“What?” you asked, confused because he couldn’t possibly mean...

“You're so slow, that’s what,” Jack mumbled, his lips tracing along your neck. It felt amazing, but... was Jack- your fellow agent and known womanizer- really nuzzling your neck right now?

“I'm confused, are you really into this?” you asked again, trying to hold back a moan. Jack pulled away and looked at you with huge eyes.

“God, you’re an idiot. I've been sending you obvious signs, makin’ eyes at you and showing off what I got, and now I'm literally biting your neck, and you're still asking?” Jack said incredulously. You searched his face and saw eyes that were filled with desperation and lust.

“I just assumed…”

“I like it both ways, kid. Is that clear enough for you?”

He then took one step forward and kissed you fully on the lips. There was only a moment of shock before you melted into the kiss, pressing your bodies closer and running your hands over Jack’s shoulders and back. All of your worries disappeared then. You didn't feel the terrible anxiety that constantly filled you with dread. Your mind stopped frantically thinking about every possible worst case scenario. Everything stopped. There was only Jack.

“Oh ohhhh right. Yeah I’m an idiot,” you quietly mumbled against his lips, “Want to go back to the hotel?”

“Fuckin’ finally,” he replied with a grin.

Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh

We can follow the sparks, I'll drive

So where we gonna go?

I whisper in the dark

You weren’t sure how you made it back to the hotel so quickly, but as soon as you tumbled through the door, Jack had you pinned to the bed underneath him. His hands roamed all over your torso, and he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside before quickly doing the same to his own. The room was filled with your little whimpers every time Jack ground his hips against yours. You stared up at him, his lips swollen and red bitten and eyes blown with lust, and you were positive that you looked just as debauched. He looked just as beautiful hovering over you as you’d always imagined, and you wanted to feel him everywhere.

“More,” you whined, canting your hips up into Jack’s.

He groaned and trailed his hands down your chest, his fingers brushing against your nipples, causing a moan to slip from your mouth. He continued his journey down until he reached the fly of your jeans.

“Lift up,” Jack mumbled, leaning in to kiss your neck as he tried to tug your pants down. You obeyed and soon your pants and your boxers were off, leaving you completely exposed.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he moaned, his fingers barely brushing over your erection, “You’re even prettier than I thought, darlin’.”

You groaned, pushing your body closer to Jack’s. As his hand slowly learned the feel of your cock, your own hands wandered all over his body. From his strong shoulders to his muscular back, to his waist, his hips, his thick thighs. You slipped one hand into his jeans to grab his ass, finally getting the chance to touch the part of Jack’s body you’d fantasized about the most. You could feel his clothed erection rubbing against your thigh as Jack continued steadily stroking your cock.

“Jack,” you whimpered, gazing into his dark, lust-filled eyes. You were barely able to control your thoughts properly since Jack’s pace was getting quicker and way too distracting. He grinned down at you.

“This good, baby? You want it a little rougher?” he asked, a groan slipping from his lips as you squeezed his ass in response.

Jack pushed forward and kissed you harder this time, moving his hand faster along your cock. Then he kissed his way down your neck, sucking and nipping all your sensitive spots. Suddenly he bit down hard on the skin between your neck and shoulder, following it up with a long lick with his wide tongue. That show of possessiveness was enough to push you right to the edge. You cried out as pleasure tore through you, coming in ropes all over Jack’s large hand. You gasped for breath, your chest rising and falling as your head lolled against the pillows.

Jack hovered over you, continuing to kiss your neck and upper chest as you came down from your high. “I’ve been told I’m good with my hands, can I get a confirmation on that, darlin'?“ he asked with a cocky grin.

Your eyes blinked open and you smirked at him. “You’ve got the confirmation all over your hand.”

“Ooooh, so he’s mouthy all of a sudden. Guess I just had to get you in bed to see the sassy side of you, huh?” Jack tutted.

“I’ll show you mouthy,” you muttered, blushing at the stupid euphemism even as you trailed a line of kisses down Jack’s sternum and belly.

When you reached the top of his jeans, you surprised your fellow agent by flipping him over and yanking his pants down in one fluid motion. Jack growled at the switch, but when you took his cock into your mouth, he gasped and surged forward. You enjoyed the desperate moan he made as you swallowed him completely, his hips bucking into your mouth. But you wanted to take your time with this. You grasped his hip bone with one hand and held him down, before pulling off his cock and moving to lightly lick his balls. Jack was making beautiful, desperate noises and you loved the idea that this strong, confident agent was falling apart because of you. You smiled against him and swiped your tongue along the bottom of his shaft before taking him fully into your mouth again.

“Holy hell, you’re fuckin’ amazing,“ Jack groaned as you bobbed up and down on his cock, “I’m so close-”

You sucked harder and reached your other hand down to fondle his balls again as Jack thrust into your mouth. Soon he was arching forward and shouting your name. You let him come in your mouth, swallowing his seed down like it was another shot at the bar.

When you looked up at Jack from between his legs, you grinned. He had his head tilted back, one hand thrown across his mouth as he stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. When he felt your eyes on him, he looked down at you with a satisfied smile.

“Damn, that was…”

“Amazing,” you cut him off, “Even better than I imagined.”

“So you imagined it, huh?”

Unable to control the urge any longer, you leaned forward and pulled Jack into a sweet, affectionate kiss. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and you could feel him grinning the whole time. When you finally pulled back, he was still smiling but he also looked a bit confused.

“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” he asked.

“I was convinced you were straight. I’ve been a fucking mess trying to decide if I should say something or not,” you replied.

Jack hummed and reached for you, but you chuckled and pulled away.

“You need a shower,” you said, “Then we can talk some more.”

“Only if you join me, sugar...”

I want you, bless my soul

I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

#agent whiskey #jack daniels #kingsman golden circle #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x male reader #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #my fanfic #fanfiction tag

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streaming-yn · 3 years

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hi! i'd like to request a platonic MtF trans y/n with Wilbur, and i'd also like to say i LOVE your posts. :D

Of course! Thank you for the support anon!! I'm so glad you enjoy my content! :D (also, I'm not sure if this is important to say but; I'm transmasc [writing this was so,, whoa yk? Not in a bad way ofc] so I know what trans stuff I'm talking about! Just flipped the other way around lmao) also!! HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! Kinda neat I got done with this during pride month I think! enjoy!!

Platonic!cc!Wilbur x MtF!reader

Pronouns: she/they

Other information on the reader:

. Variety streamer

. Minor

. Faceless

. Friends with Wilbur (obviously)

Warnings: hate (gets shut down quickly!), Transphobia (they get put in place tho), cussing

Form: headcanons

Summary: you and Wilbur are best friends! Your MtF trans and that can be really tough but it's okay you can get through it and Wilbur is here to help when you need it :)

Genre: platonic, angst (not a lot, just hate and transphobia but it doesn't last long!), Comfort :), fluff (?)

Abbreviations: y/n -> your name, u/n -> username (on twitch, Twitter, and in games!) (No streamer name for this! You're called by your name!)

You: *starts streaming*

LGBTQ+ Community flocking to you: omg hello my new comfort streamer

Okay but can we talk about your chat during the "starting soon!" Screen? It's kinda funny

Your chat on the waiting screen while you finish setting up stuff:

Hello!!!!

Hey lol *louder than everyone else*

Ahaha y/n you're so cool *trips over my enormous piles of money*

Y/N Y/N I WANT YOU TO KNOW I KNOW HOW TO COOK JUST THOUGHT ID LET YOU KNOW :)

I CAN ALSO CLEAN HAHA NOT SAYING THIS FOR ANY PARTICULAR REASON JUST LETTING YOU KNOW <3

Basically they're all just simps, the whole lot of them

At one time your chat was filled with "🎶yes I do the cooking, yes I do the cleaning🎶" over and over

At one point Wilbur was like um hey?? Guys?? That a little weird?? Y/n's a minor and some of y'all r adults.

Chats quick to reassure that they didn't mean in a disrespectful / creepy way and if you ever were uncomfy with it they would stop (most of them anyway, there's always the little bit of really really weird and creepy chat members, but they'd get banned immediately!)

You said that as long as it was 100% a joke, no adults were saying it, and they didn't actually see you as a girlfriend / wife or whatever else that would be romantic then that's fine! :)

Wilbur banned some people from your chat on that stream because adults were getting mad like "if it's a joke who cares if non-minors say it??" "If everyone can't say it then no one should" "I swear minors just hate adults for no reason!" Etc etc, just insulting your boundaries :\ dumb fucks istg bro

It's okay tho bc they're gone now! Now what're they gonna do? Complain on Twitter?? They gonna get their asses handed to them + multiple reports bc that's creepy as hell

Wilbur hypes up your posts all the time!!!!

You post a pic of yourself and he's like yes!!! Guys look at my best friend!!!!!!

Everyone thinks it's really cute :)

At one time?? Some1 tried cancelling him for pedophilia??? Bc he complemented you?????

You, Wilbur, and other users had to explain that compliments don't equal romantic attraction

Like if you can platonically date someone you can sure as hell platonically compliment someone!!

Y'all's dynamic >>>

Because like, it's loving but you're also asses to each other

Like y'all will hype each other up and call each other best friends and stuff

but at the same time, you tease each other, playfully insult each other, etc

and yeah yeah that's normal friend type stuff but look me in the eyes n tell me the whole of the mcyt fandom / fandoms close to mcyt (ex: someone who's friend with one, someone on the dsmp, etc etc) isn't / aren't obsessed with any friend dynamic, you can't (/nm /lh /hj)

by association you're friends with Tommy, Phil, Quackity, and Charlie! :) you record modded Minecraft videos with them sometimes!!

it's a lot of fun!

also when you join vc tommy starts yelling about how you're a woman!! and women are pog!!!! chat look at my friend who is also a women and she's really pog and you should sub to her and donate and just go check her out

it was great to hear :)

also! during pride month, your subtwt is just like

hey guys <3 guess what <3 y/n is trans and really cool so you should sub and follow and donate <33 and if you don't you're transphobic /j

you make sure to address it and say that as long as they add tone indicators to show they're joking and people aren't actually transphobic for not subbing/etc then it's all good! w/o the tone indicators it can cause major anxiety in some and you don't want that to happen

also only trans people are allowed to make the "sub or you're transphobic" joke because a cis person saying that is a little weird yk

but! they can do it with their own thing! like for example, if a pansexual (using this as an example since I'm pan!) that was a fan of yours was super excited for a sub goal you set up or something

then they could post "gift y/n subs or you're anti-pan/panphobic/ you hate pan people/etc /j" because theyre pan so it's not weird ^^

when you get recognized in public it's usually really positive!! :)

also when you're able to, Wilbur is happy to pay for top/bottom surgery if you want it!!

I'm not sure if I said this but Wilbur's really protective of you! you're like his little sister!

if you have a bad day then call him and you can either talk about it just to vent, talk about it while he give suggestions on how to fix what happened, or just him distracting you from it!

the most often form of distracting that he does is talking with you about things you like to get you to talk about them! he'll steer the convo since you're too stressed to do so but he'll steer it in a direction that you like yk?

(actually though! if youre having an anxiety/panic attack or just a stressful day, get a friend to do this!! it's really helpful and a good way to talk about things you probably don't get to talk about much! it's really helpful and relaxing :)! )

never talks about these phone calls unless you talk about them first, also doesn't give any information away that you haven't already said! h knows it's hard to be vulnerable and wants you to feel safe opening up to him :)

and what I mean by "doesn't give any information away that you haven't already said" is that like let's say you had a call with him the night before you streamed and you mentioned it, he would basically repeat what you said but differently, no new information would be available from what he said

example:

you: me and Wilbur were actually on call last night and didn't get off til late! and we started the call after I got home from school!

Wilbur: yeah, it was really late when we got off call, I heard her hold back a yawn or two I swear

stuff like that yk!!

ALSO WHEN YOU, WILBUR, AND TOMMY INTERACT ITS SO :))

cue fans crying over the sibling dynamic, also a lot of people being like "I WISH I HAD A SISTER LIKE Y/N / BROTHER LIKE TOMMY / BROTHER LIKE WIBUR"

yk how Wilbur goes "don't say that I will cry" when tommy says they're like brothers?

add you into the mix and it's like

tommy: we're- we're like brothers, wilbur!

Wilbur: don't say that, I will cry

you: yeah!! we're like a family I think!! :D

Wilbur: y/n- y/n i WILL cry-

also if your parents know your trans and are cool with it he buys you a trans flag for your room or even to hang up out front of your house if you prefer! :)

taglist; @cvsmixplant

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leonicscorpio · 2 years

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What your favorite Member of the Bat Boys Says about you: WILD ACCUSATION/ROAST EDITION.

(also disclaimer, this is meant to be a joke. If you send hate I'll only be mildly amused and then contemplate whether to share your hate or delete it based on how much traction I think it'll earn me. I understand these are a lot of y'all's comfort characters but considering the fact no one throws more hatred and criticism against these characters than the fans themselves. I figured why not join in.)

Dick Grayson

You are either inconceivably horny on main for this man, usually stemming from a childhood attraction to him from Young Justice, Teen Titans if you're old, or the Batman and Robin movie if you're even older, and also gay.

Or you're a puritanical hypercritic who wants to burn down DC Comics if they have one more character comments on his ass in a way that would make Frollo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame call you an extremist. AND you're also horny as fuck for him on the DL.

You call yourself the mom friend and secretly hope everyone else will call you the mom friend, but the only person whose life is falling apart worse than yours is Dick Grayson under Devin Grayson's penmanship.

You somehow find a way to hate and nit pick every detail of a comic of one of the most consistently written characters in DC (and that's saying something) and I don't know whether to compliment you or look mildly aghast.

It applies to all the bat boys but how's your relationship with your father? Answer the question. I said answer. The question.

Jason Todd

I have yet to meet a single person who says Jason Todd is their favorite Bat Boy and they weren't some combination of 1. LGBTQIA+, 2. Below the age of 30, or 3. currently dealing with some form of mental trauma/illness.

I understand that a lot of y'all are bitter and upset over the fact Jason had the setup to be the perfect villain to Batman, one who could even outpace the joker. But hearing y'all complain about his characterization every. single. time Jason even makes so much as a cameo is like watching someone trying to mop the Titanic.

Oh, you hate Scott Lobdell? That's a very agreeable opinion nowadays considering all that he's done. By the way, there's a rather large collection of JayRoy and Jaytimas reblogs on your Tumblr dash, can you tell me what that's all about?

As hypocritical as it is for me, a Jason fan with Jason as their profile picture, if someone doesn't tell you that they think Jason Todd is a genuinely awful person after they tell you Jason Todd is their favorite, that's not a red flag, that's literally the most direct metaphor for someone pointing a gun at your face and telling you to run.

Tim Drake

How's the victim complex my friend? No seriously, as much as I love Tim all of the bad things that have happened to him as Robin happened because he fucked around with being Robin and found out that his family was killed because of it.

You either are a brand new infant to the fandom because Tim came out of the closet back in August (although we've done been known for literally decades now) or you've been with this fandom so long that it's self cannibalism and toxicity completely doesn't phase you anymore.

I'd argue that Tim fans are the least toxic of all the fans of the Bat Boys only because DC Comics, up until recently, kind of hasn't touched Tim all that much, so people have kind of shoved him to the wayside.

That being said, the literal shipping wars this literal fuckboy of a vigilante whom everyone swears is their small uwu precious string bean has caused is on par with the ALTA/LOK/V*ltr*n Fandoms.

Damian Wayne

So you hate how people write Damian and you have a literal fight response anytime anyone criticizes Damian because he's a minor? Tell me how's your favorite Damirae/Damijon fanfiction? Answer the god damned question.

I'll give Damian fans their credit because at least 90-95% of them recognize that yes, Damian is a child, but he's one of the most horrific and abjectly abhorrent assholes to ever be written into comics (but that's also a large reason why you all like him)

To the 5-10% who think Damian is their perfect precious murder baby who has done nothing wrong, how does it feel to know you are objectively worse than even the Jason Todd Stans/Kinnies?

I haven't met anyone yet who is a Damian fan/someone who says Damian is their favorite who wasn't chaotic. And not the good kind of Chaotic.

I also have seen someone issue actual death threats to an artist over a characters skin tone exactly 3 times through fandom, for SU fans, for V*ltr*n, and for Damian Wayne.

Duke Thomas

I don't understand how you, a Duke Fan, have stuck with this fandom for so long considering I think he's appeared in like 2-3 canonical comic runs, but like good on you for making the most of it.

Understandably you all are the least problematic of the bunch because again I think there's maybe 2-3 comics where he's featured.

I guess my bigger concern is do you exist? If so would you like to be perceived as a Bat Family fan? Are you sure? Are you certain?

#jason todd #batman #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #tim drake #robin #red robin batman #duke thomas #damian wayne #i woke up and chose chaos

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collecting-stories · 3 years

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Sext - JJ Maybank

Request: I know you got a lot of requests already but if possible, could you do JJ x reader where the reader sends him a dirty text while they’re hanging out with the pouges?

A/N: I’ve never sent a dirty text and I’m terrible at them!!

Outer Banks Masterlist

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JJ sat on the other end of the couch, Pope in between the two of you, Kiara, Sarah, and John B on the other couch as the five of you watched the movie Sarah had chosen for movie night. Kiara had been the first to suggest having a movie night, just the five of you relaxing, no parties, while your parents were out of town. You leaned back on the couch, looking over at JJ as he tried to jam a handful of popcorn into his mouth. Not exactly the most attractive thing in the world but you had known JJ long enough to have seen him in some fairly compromising positions. Shoving popcorn in his face wasn’t the most attractive but it wasn’t the least attractive either.

You glanced his way again as the movie continued and JJ looked over, winking at you before turning back to face forward. Though neither of you had said anything to your friends, you and JJ had been dating for a few weeks now, since he’d slept over at your house for a couple days to stay away from his own. You had both agreed not to tell anyone, at least not yet. He’d sat further away from you, seemingly on purpose, but that didn’t mean you had to sit through this boring movie without bothering him just a little bit.

You sat up a little, pulling your phone out of you back pocket. JJ was exceptionally good at dirty texts. He sent them all the time, on an almost consistent basis, and you never knew what to say back. Usually you just sat there flushed, staring at the screen until finally you just gave up and tried to start a new conversation. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be good at texting JJ like that, you thought about replying all the time, thought about being able to make him squirm the same way he made you squirm.

-I wish we were alone right now-

It was a weak start but it was something. You didn’t want to jump in wholeheartedly but you had taken some pictures a few days ago and as often as your mom sent you articles about ‘the dangers of sexting’ you’d taken them with the express desire to send them to JJ.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, seeing your name on the screen and glancing over at you curiously, before unlocking his phone to read the message. You did your best to keep yourself facing forward, watching the movie instead of being obvious and watching JJ. You wanted him to retaliate just so you could keep messaging him, go further into this moment where the two of you could exist alone while your friends sat right there, completely unaware.

-Yeah, whys that?-

Now was the real hurtle. The dirty talk part you were so bad at that you should’ve known better than to start this. It was definitely something you couldn’t finish. You tried to think of a reply that sounded even remotely sexy, everything you’d read online, and you’d done an embarrassing about of research on the topic, only felt cheesy and lame and you definitely would’ve broken up with you if you read one of those. And afterall, this was JJ, who shoved popcorn in his mouth and said dumb shit to you all the time that was arguably more embarrassing than a few texts about why you wanted him alone. You knew why. But the saying it part was hard, because despite all the dumb stuff JJ said, he could be pretty descriptive when he wanted to and it never sounded lame.

You should’ve just sent him a picture, you had a fairly decent collection, most taken Kylie Jenner style on the floor of your bedroom in front of the mirror, but now it would seem out of place, or maybe you were just over thinking things.

-cat got your tongue?-

JJ texted you again and when you looked over at him he grinned. It was that sure fire, ‘you started this’ look that he always gave you when you tried to flirt and failed miserably. You angled your phone away from Pope because if you were already embarrassed you’d be even more so with him sitting there between you, catching a glimpse of your phone as you pulled up the camera roll. You found one that didn’t quite give everything away, you sitting just so that you were covered but also naked. There were others with lingerie on but maybe you’d save them for random whenever’s. You sent it along with a promising ‘pictures worth a thousand words’ hoping that was okay.

You peeked over, watching for JJ’s reaction, smiling when he sunk down further on the couch, biting his lip.

-when did you take this-

He’d been at your house the last couple days and he definitely would’ve remembered you having a photo shoot. You didn’t answer, just sent another one. Angled again, but giving away more than the last one. He shifted again, clearly uncomfortable in a good way, as he looked over at you. This time though, you kept your eyes on the movie, phone turned over in your lap as you tried not to give him the satisfaction of your gaze.

Before he could answer, simply because you were enjoying having him be the one who was flustered and looking like he didn’t know how to proceed, you sent him the full on picture that you had been completely embarrassed to take but had resolved yourself to. You put your phone back in your lap, face down so no one could see if JJ texted you back and you glanced over, watching him open it, his whole face going red as he shifted in the seat again.

“Dude, stop moving,” Pope elbowed him, glaring at JJ. He’d been squirming in his seat since the first text you sent and he was sure he annoying everyone but he really didn’t care about anyone but you and the pictures you’d sent him.

“Sorry, sorry.” He got up hastily, phone clutched his hand so fiercely that his knuckles were white. You heard the bathroom door slam down the hall and Pope stretched out, happy to have more room now that JJ was gone.

You waited for anything. A text back, some kind of appreciative message confirming that he liked the pictures. Instead there was nothing, no reply since the first picture and even that hadn’t been anything other than a piqued interested in when the picture was taken. When more than 15 minutes passed and Kiara mentioned that JJ was still holed up in the bathroom, you offered to check on him.

“Be careful.” John B joked and you rolled your eyes as you headed down the hall. The bathroom was toward the end, far enough away that no one could see the door. You knocked, looking back down the hall as a somewhat out of breath ‘one minute’ sounded on the other side of the door.

“Jay?” You asked, ready to knock again when the door flung open and JJ pulled you inside the bathroom. You bite back a surprised yelp, knowing that alerting the others would not bode well for either of you. He let the door swing closed again as you pushed you up against the sink, lifting you so he could stand between your legs. Hands on your bare thighs and you didn’t even get a moment to breath when he started kissing you, feverish almost and you grabbed the back of his head to keep him there. It didn’t last long as he left a trail of wet kisses down your neck, doing his best not to leave any visible marks on you. “And here I was, worried you didn’t like the pictures,” you teased, slightly out of breath as you spoke.

JJ pulled away so he could look at you, leaning in close as his hands moved from your thighs to your ass, trying to shimmy your body into his. “Are you kidding? Fucking hell, you can send me nudes any day. In fact,” he kissed you to punctuate his new idea, you should send me like one nude every day for the rest of our lives.”

“Assuming we live for a while…I’ll probably get old and wrinkly.”

“Don’t care.” He shrugged.

“How romantic,” you teased, tapping his shoulder, “we should go back out, they’ll wonder where we are.”

“Fine.” JJ groaned, stepping away from you. While you slid off the counter, JJ finished zipping up and buttoning his shorts.

“Wait, did you come in here to-“

“My fucking gorgeous girlfriend sent me naked pics, what do you think?”

You smiled, any nervousness from before melting away as you followed JJ down the hall to where your friends were. Kiara looked over, seemingly uninterested in more than the fact that you had returned, remarking that you both missed the best part of the movie. You apologized, sitting down on Pope’s left side and pulling your legs up onto the couch. As Sarah suggested another movie, someone else’s pick this time, you looked over at JJ and he winked at you.

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avengersassemble123 · 3 years

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THE ONE WITH THE WEDDING -part 2

Fandom: Marvel, avengers

Note:hey guys!! This is going to be a series and a new chapter will come out on Fridays every week. This series is based on Friends (Monica and Chandler’s relationship)

Warnings: hate for step family, some few bad words, idea of a bit of lovemaking at the end(just mention), alcohol consumption but mainly fluff.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You were invited to your stepsister's wedding at the last minute and your stepmother wants you to bring a date. Bucky Barnes decides to become your so-called date and shenanigans ensue. But will he remain your ‘so-called’ fake date or will he be someone more?

Thursday. The day which you dreaded the most. The day when you have to attend your stepsister’s wedding. Your alarm blared at 8 in the morning but you still didn't want to get out of your bed. You almost decided against not attending when you realized that you might not get to meet your loved ones too. So you finally managed to pull yourself out of the bed and proceeded towards the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and took a bath as slowly as possible, delaying the day's events. By the time you finished your breakfast, it was 10 am. Since there was no one to accompany you in the kitchen as all of the teammates except Bucky, left for a mission the previous day, you were grumpier than usual. You were just playing with the cereals and the spoon when you heard someone walk in, knowing exactly who the said person was.

Bucky took a milk carton from the fridge to drink while he looked at you, playing. He knew what kind of situation you were in since he knew your history with your family, and since you didn't acknowledge him when he walked in the kitchen, which you tend to do when you were in deep thoughts.

“From the milk carton? Seriously? When will you learn that it's disgusting to drink directly from the carton and that people would rather prefer a glass or a bowl?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Bucky raised his eyebrow at you and purposely drank from the carton right in front of you. You groaned, which made Bucky chuckle.

“Alright, alright I'll stop since you're gonna have to experience more torturing situations today.” he looked at you genuinely, while taking a glass from the cabinets. You smiled a bit, knowing your colleagues and friends, or let's say your second family always had your back.

“So when do we leave?”

“We’ll leave two hours early since it'll only take 45minutes to reach there, but I want to introduce you to my real loved ones, for they are the only reason I want to go to the wedding.”

“Oh wait you mean your dad, grandma and your twin brother right?”

“Yep you got it right Sargent.”

You both chuckled, a few seconds of silence when Bucky said, “Tell me about them.”

“Hm?”

“Your loved ones..tell me about them, if I'm gonna meet my fake date’s family, I'd rather go prepared, don't you think?”

You giggled.

“Well let's start with my grandma. She is the most generous person you're ever going to meet-”

You continued to talk joyfully, which made lucky smile too. He observed how your features carefully. He could memorise all the details and still observe you again all the time. He liked how you were smiling widely, how your cheeks were lifted by the beautiful smile on your face.

You guys talked for an hour when you decided that you should start getting ready so that you guys could leave at the designated time.

It was 3 by the time you guys got ready. You were wearing a decent long sleeveless maroon indigo dress while he wore a black tux with an indigo coloured tie to match your dress. You both wore hair buns, yours being adorned by a floral hair pin.

You both were in the cab, when you started fidgeting and biting your nails. Bucky noticed your nervousness, which made him to hold your hand gently and give you a reassuring look, which made you fidget less. You both held your hands, basking in the silence, not an awkward but a comfortable silence.

As soon as you reached the wedding hall, you dragged Bucky inside the hall, your eyes searching the whole crowd. When you met a familiar pair of eyes, you rushed towards it, still pulling Bucky along you. You both came in from of an old lady, dressed decent but beautiful enough for the wedding.

“Granny!!” you squealed, while hugging her. The sight of both the hugging ladies in front of Bucky, made his heart melt. He tried to give you both privacy by taking a step back. Your grandma noticed him and asked you, smirking, “Now who's that gentleman here y/n? Why don't you introduce him to me?”

“Introduce who?”

“Dad!!” you squealed while hugging him tightly.

“Oh God...i missed you so much baby girl.” he said while holding your face between his hands and kissing your forehead.

“I missed you too?”

“What about me? Did you forget me?” you ran towards your brother and he hugged you tightly lifting you up a bit.

“Whats up bro? Still being a jackass?” you asked slyly and teasingly. “Well now I know you're still the pain in my ass.” your brother retorted making all of you laughed.

Just then your brother’s attention turned towards Bucky.

“Hey I know you. You’re Bucky Barnes. Y/N’s colleague.” he says while shaking Bucky’s hand but also squinting at him suspiciously.

“Its an honour to meet you three. You must be Y/B/N, Y/N’s brother.” “And I am Y/F/N, Y/N’s father” your father chimed him also shaking his hand and squinting at him suspiciously.

“Now now both of you back off from the poor man. Now he may be older than me but I am older than you and I suggest you do not torture the poor man already, since our dear Y/N got him as her date.” your grandmother said, looking at you mischievously.

“Thats the thing...” you started. You then filled the three of them about how your stepmom had called you at the last minute to taking Bucky with you as your fake date.

“Oh then it's fine..” your dad said, “i think we tortured James a bit don't you think Y/B/N?” “I think so too dad.” they both said, but still squinting at him suspiciously. Your grandmother swatted, both of their heads lightly which caused you to chuckle. You then heard someone call out to everyone to take their seats as the wedding was going to start soon. Your grandmother ushered all of you to take your seats, while you joined Bucky.

“Sorry about that,” you said while sitting beside him. “Oh don't, in fact, I quite liked your family, especially how protective your father and brother were. Honestly speaking if I were in their place and if I had a daughter myself then I would have the same reaction too.” he smiled genuinely. “Oh thanks,” you said while your cheeks burned a bit. You two looked at each other for a bit when someone called out that the wedding began, beeaking both of yours stares. You both sat together, watching the ceremony while you and Bucky cracked jokes on the topics of the decoration or the food or the bride or groom. You both had to stifle your laughter to save yourselves from the embarrassment. When the reception began you excused yourself to the restroom. While returning back from the restroom, you were stopped by a shrill voice behind from you, your stepmother. Of course it is. You turned your back slowly and smiled a bit too much, while walking towards her. “Hello Y/N” your stepmother said, walking towards you, having a smile almost as fake as you. “Hello to you too stepmom.”

“Well are you enjoying the wedding?”

“Oh I am, in fact I liked the decorations.”

“Oh thank you. This had to be wonderful since this is the only wedding that was gonna happen besides your brother’s”

You clenched your jaw but still managed to laugh it off.

“Well I have got a wonderful son in law you know, I mean of course no one but my daughter deserves it since she is the only one capable of being successful like this, and you know being this beautiful than anyone in the whole family.”

Every word stung you but you still managed to regain yourself and chanted in your mind that you saw this coming.

“I mean of course she was better, smarter and deserving than both of you”

This bitch wasn't even trying to hide her hatred towards you.

“Oh honey, I'm sorry for the date. I know you are not capable of finding someone-”

“Actually her date is right here.”

You felt hands on your shoulder and a kiss placed on your cheek. Bucky was smiling and chuckling beside you, hugging you tightly sideways.

“Oh I'm sorry how rude of me, I'm James Buchanan Barnes, Y/N’s boyfriend, my friends and Y/N call me Bucky”

And you saw your stepmom have the most surprised look on herself when Bucky introduced himself to her.

“Well honey I think I gotta show you something. How about we take a walk. Now if you'll excuse me-” bucky pulled you towards the end of the hall.

You both sat on the empty chairs, facing towards the balcony.

“Hey Y/N you okay?”

You nodded while rubbing your eyes roughly, “You didn't have to do that James.”

“Well what kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I don't save my own fake girlfriend from her troubles?” he said cheekily which earned a giggle from you. You both looked at each other, observing each others features. You saw how his baby blue eyes shined due to the hall lights, few hair strands falling on his face, his cheeks having a pink flush, a scruff of beard on his face with an adorable smile adorned on his face, making him look more attractive. You both stared at each other intently. “So was it true?” you asked.

“What?”

“That you would have the same reaction if you would have a daughter.”

“Oh that...uh well yea...its true..”

“Do you want a family?”

“Yes....yes I do...”

You both smiled at each other with a comfortable silence between both of you, when one of the bridesmaids came to inform you two that the rooms to stay we're ready. You both parted each other hesitantly but asked Bucky to go ahead to his room since you were the direct family member and had to stay behind to make sure everything was settled. He nodded and headed towards the room.

It was almost midnight when almost the whole staff was clearing out the decorations, you were about to head back when you again saw your stepmom approaching you. You tried to ignore her but she grabbed your arm and turned you towards her. “Now listen here you minx, I know you were the one who tried to steal my precious daughter's spotlight so you better apologize now.” what? What was she talking about?

“What are you talking about? Why would I wanna do that?”

“Oh so now you're gonna play the victim card. Well listen here sweetheart I know how you tried to out best your sister by making yourself pretty and finding an avenger boyfriend for yourself so that everyone could talk only about you. I was surprised that you got a boyfriend for yourself yet alone an Avenger, but now I see it that he is your fake boyfriend, and you just wanna be in the spotlight and want more boys to fuck with. Well hear me out you will never be better than anyone, always be the most dumb one and no one is going go accept you. So I better not see you outshining my daughter again, you hear me you whore? Shame on yourself.”

Your stepmother left you all by yourself in the hall, leaving you in tears. You just couldn't handle it anymore. You saw a bottle of wine on the buffet table and you picked it up, walking towards your room.

1 am

Knock knock.

Bucky was awake due to his nightmares and since he didn't want to scare his neighbor but he got suspicious when he heard knocks at his door.

He slowly approached the door, ready to act on spot, when he saw you at the door, still in your party clothes, but a drinking a glass of wine from a straw. “Hey Y/N” he says a bit surprised. “Hey Buck, cute clothes.” you say making him realise that he was shirtless with him only in his jumptracks and dog tags.

“Well I wasn't exactly expecting company at...1am.” he nodded while looking at the walk clock.

You walked in the room, placing the glass on the table.

“What happened? Are you okay?” he asked, concern etching on his face.

“Well other than the fact that when I was returning to my room, my stepmom accused me of stealing my sisters spotlight, bringing you as a means to my ends of fucking other boys and called me a whore, ...yeah Im fine.” you said with a smile on your face but tears threatening to spill.

“Hey do you want me to talk to her with your dad and brother? Just tell me what to do. I know it's been a real emotional time and you've had a lot to drink so you know..you just gotta let it go, okay? I mean you were the most beautiful woman in the room tonight.”

“Really?” you asked.

“Are you kidding me you were the most beautiful woman in the most rooms-”

You suddenly pounced at Bucky, kissing him passionately, his hands roaming on the back of your body, you both were kissing for a few seconds when he suddenly pushed you a bit, “Woah Woah woah what's going on? You and I just made out. You and I are making out?”

“Well not anymore.” you sassed.

“But we don't do that.” he said

“I know I just thought it would be fun.” you said shyly.

Bucky squinted at you for a second before asking, “how drunk are you?”

“Drunk enough that I know I want to do this, not so drunk that you should feel guilty about taking advantage.” you said too fast as excited.

He started at you for a few seconds.

“Well that's perfect amount.” he said, pulling you towards his bed. You both sat on the bed and started kissing each other when you broke off and said, “ you know what's weird?”

“What?”

”This doesn't feel weird.”

“ I know”

“And you're a really good kisser.”

“Well they didn't call me a ladies man in the 40s for no reason.”

You giggled and continued to kiss him.

“Want to get in the covers?” he asked. You nodded and you both went inside the covers.

You were removing your dress when you saw buck already naked.

“Wow you're really fast.” you said.

“Well it bodes for me that speed impresses.”

You nodded in approval.

“We’re gonna see each other naked.” you said.

“Yep.”

“You wanna do it at the same time?”

“At the count of three?”

“One” you chanted.

“Two” he chanted.

“Three” both of you peeked inside the covers at your bodies and looked at yourselves over the covers with wide eyes.

“ well I think it's safe to say that our friendship is effectively ruined.”

“Well we weren't that close anyway.” you said.

“Yeah” he replied, and you both started making out with each other.

And let's just say all your wild dreams came true...

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cocogum · 3 years

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Stop saying Killua is a mysoginistic asshole (massive rant)

So you know Killua right?

Yeah, he’s cool and somewhat relatable that’s why lots of people like him.

I like him too and I consider him as one of my favourite male characters of all time.

But there’s just one issue.

Just one teensy beetie thing.

Are you ready?

ok.

There’s this constipated side of the fandom.

And by that, I mean people that talk with their asses rather than their mouths.

This..unique section of the community of hxh in general.. thinks Killua is a misogynistic prick.

A misogynistic prick.

A. misogynistic. prick.

I repeat.

THEY.THINK.HE’S.A. MISOGYNISTIC.PRICK.

And it’s not the kind that isn’t sure about what they’re babbling about no no no these are people that are absolutely sure of what they’e saying and they think it’s canon.

They don’t even see what’s wrong about it they genuinely think it’s okay to believe that!!

I’m not joking when I say this these people usually come from insta (and sometimes Pinterest).

And you know what’s the worst part about this?

They have ‘proof’.

Listen to this (this is an actual quote):

“I believe he’s a misogynist because he prefers talking to guys rather than girls (?!?!?) and it doesn’t seem like he likes talking to females in general (!!!!???!!) because he sounds really pissed and angry at them. So he might as well be attracted to only guys (?!?!?!!!!????).”

What????

WHAT??????

Darling have you seen Canary??? Mito???? Melody????? Even freaking Mitsuba??????

These women that I’ve just mentioned have been treated very nicely by Killua.

SO WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY ‘SOUNDS ANGRY’?!?!

THE ONLY ANGRY PERSON HERE IS ME YOU DUMBASS

Let me tell you something real quick.

One of the things I deeply loath is misogyny.

Whether it is directed towards men or women I don’t care.

It’s still the same thing for both.

If anyone despises one of those I will genuinely think you’re losing brain cells.

But what’s even worse is ASSUMING that someone’s a misogynistic prick for the dumbest reasons.

I loath that even more.

Why do people think like that??

Why do you talk like that??

Why would you even think like that???

Killua isn’t a fucking misogynistic asshole.

In the anime or even in the manga, Killua is the least probable person to be good at talking to girls.

Unlike Gon, he doesn’t have any experience. And because of his attitude towards them, it looks like he just doesn’t like women.

Which is ridiculous.

Of course, not everyone thinks that way but some just do.

Besides the girls that I’ve stated above, he’s rude to anyone else whether you’re a man or a woman.

He just doesn’t care.

Oh and there’s also a reason as to why he seems to always be tenser around girls.

Are you aware of his past????

No, seriously I don’t think you do.

Let me remind you that the guy only has two girls in his family: Alluka and his mom Kikyo.

We can’t truly say that he got to interact with Alluka most of his childhood since she got locked up as soon as Nanika came out.

So she doesn’t count.

So which woman did he get to see for most of his youngest years?

Ah yes.

His fucking sociopath and overprotective mother.

Kikyo.

Let me give you a summary of how he saw his life from his point of view:

Killua was born in a family where the only (biological) woman there was Kikyo.

The rest were all men so of course he had more to say for the males than females and has a lot of different views and personal opinions on each because they didn’t act all the same.

Silva and Zeno: He greatly respects his father by his calm demeanour and abilities.

We could even say the same thing for his grandfather Zeno.

Illumi: he shows him distrust and fear

Milluki: he just likes teasing and insulting him and knows how foul a man can truly be.

Alluka: it’s pretty easy to see that she’s his favourite by her naive and innocent personality.

Kalluto: well... not much is shown for him and Killua so we’ll just keep it neutral.

Kikyo however, isn’t the same case.

To Killua, Kikyo is a crazy obsessive woman who gets overly dramatic whenever he tells her he wants something that has nothing to do with assassination.

Of course, he doesn’t think every woman acts like that but it has showed him that some can be extremely annoying.

He tried befriending Canary, a new female butler at the time. But she had to politely refuse his request because she had to do her job. This small refusal from her showed Killua that she completely obeyed his mother even if she was opposed to it.

He even tried sharing secrets with an older female butler (Mitsuba) before but also failed.

Killua tried ‘testing’ them in a way to see if they were going to befriend him willingly but the two women had to be faithful to Kikyo.

So in the end, his two attempts at female friends backfired and the reason behind it was always because of his mother.

As a result, he still doesn’t have a clue about females and didn’t get used to it during his childhood.

Later on, when he obtains friends, he finally meets females such as Mito, Melody and Bisky.

Mito and Melody were very welcoming and had a calm demeanour towards Killua.

For Bisky, since he thought she was his age the first time they met, he didn’t hate her or ignore her presence because she was a female.

He just didn’t think much of her and just considered her as another hunter who was strangely following him and Gon.

As for Palm, it took him more time to consider her a friend but they still managed to befriend each other in the chimera ant arc.

The point is, he doesn’t have any grudge against women. He’s just isn’t used to them.

And this is perfectly normal for his situation.

Also, Killua can be extremely rude or insulting when he’s not talking to his friends and it didn’t just happen with women.

His ‘insults’ to Bisky weren’t exactly threatening because every time they insulted each other, the scene always added a comedic effect implying that the situation they are both in isn’t serious.

It was always meant as a humorist way where he was just saying what came to his head like ‘old hag’ or ‘gorilla’.

Their relationship is more of a grandma and her grandson bickering to each other.

It’s also perfectly normal for boys to act rude from a girl’s perspective when they start puberty.

It’s part of growing up for some of them.

Oh yeah and another thing: there was no canonical confirmation that Killua only likes boys (I have this huge headcanon that he might be demisexual but the point is, he gives me vibes that are more...complex??)

Saying that he’s gay just for ignoring girls would be the most stupidest and illogical thing I ever heard someone say in the hxh fandom.

Because not only are you saying that he’s a misogynist but you’re also saying that he’s gay because of it (?!?!?)

Gay men are not misogynistic.

Just get out.

Gtfo.

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So in conclusion, Killua doesn’t care what gender you are he will still point you out if you did something wrong or if he just doesn’t agree with your plans or ideas.

So👏this👏is👏why👏you👏can’t👏tell👏me👏he’s👏a👏misogynistic👏idiot👏

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companionjones · 3 years

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Fifty Dollars A Week Is A Pretty Good Deal

Pairing: Human!Teen!Damon Salvatore x Fem!Human!Teen!Short!Reader

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Summary: This is a Human AU with a fake relationship trope.

Warnings: Cursing, bad relationships, *spoiler* abuse, Tyler Lockwood hate, I make Tyler a really bad person in this

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Damon was surprised to see you walk up to him in the busy hallway. He’d watched you, just like he did everyone else at the school, and had come to the conclusion that you’d be too scared to approach someone like him.

He looked around. No one seemed to notice that probably the two most polar opposite people in Mystic Falls were about to have a conversation. A chuckle rose in his throat when he remembered that people seemed to notice you even less than himself. The chuckle never came to fruition. Damon didn’t know why.

Your little body looked determined, but only until your feet stopped in front of Damon. You then seemed to be overwhelmed and forgot what you were going to say.

Damon quirked an eyebrow. “You gonna spit it out, or...”

You spat it out. “Look, I’ll pay you, okay?”

The taller boy smirked and slyly asked, “Pay me for what?”

It took a second, but your eyes went wide. “NOT FOR THAT! Oh my god!”

“Then what?”

You sighed, annoyed. “I need you to start dating me.”

Damon started to laugh so hard that he finally drew the attention of passersby.

Clearly flustered, you pushed him around a corner and out of sight. “Why are you laughing so hard?”

“Look Y/n.” He still had not calmed down much. “This is a weird-ass prank.”

“It’s not a prank!” you clarified. “Could you stop laughing?”

Damon then realized that, somehow, it truly wasn’t a joke. For some reason, he also felt a little bad for reacting that way. He stopped laughing.

Because you were avoiding his eyes, you didn’t notice that Damon was suddenly feeling guilty. You started explaining as soon as he stopped laughing. “You know my boyfriend? Ty--”

“Tyler Lockwood.” He was a privileged asshole.

You were a little thrown off that Damon knew your boyfriend’s name. But you continued, “Right. Well, he hasn’t exactly been treating me well, so I broke up with him. I want to get back together with him, but I also want him to learn his lesson. So I’m asking you to starting to ‘date’ me so he gets jealous, and treats me better when we get back together.”

“Why me?” Damon asked before he launched into the logistics of the deal and whether or not he’d actually agree.

“Because you’re tall and extremely attractive,” you answered without even thinking about it. “I’ll pay you fifty dollars a week.”

Damon didn’t respond right away. In fact, he was taken wildly off guard. It was rare someone would compliment him like that. It actually had never happened at all.

“Is fifty dollars good?” You wore a light smirk, but Damon was sure you cocky about the right thing. You seemed to think Damon was reacting that way because of the money.

Damon cleared his throat. He was fine with you not knowing his true thoughts. “Yeah. Fifty dollars a week is a pretty good deal.”

“Good. I’ll pay you at the end of the week. Okay?”

He nodded, “So...what do we do now?”

“It’s lunch period. Tyler and his friends should be in the cafeteria,” you explained, “I figured we’d sorta...let them know, you know?”

Damon winked. He was back to his normal, confident self. He smoothly slid an arm around your shoulder. “As you wish, my darling,” he stated with an overtly alluring tone.

You rolled your eyes.

As the you and Damon entered the cafeteria, everyone’s eyes were on the two of you. You two might have been invisible apart, but with the two of you ‘together,’ people had something to talk about.

Damon was so used to watching everyone, he realized it was definitely something to get used to to have them watching back. You and Damon got your lunches and sat down together at a secluded table. He saw you were quite happy that your plan was already working. Tyler was staring at you and Damon with an angry look on his face. To punctuate your point, you did something that surprised Damon. You leaned up and kissed his cheek, and laid your head on his shoulder.

The lunch room seemed to start to go back to normal for a moment, but then Tyler approached you and Damon so he was standing on the side of the table opposite you two.

The junior boy stayed on the quieter side, so not to attract anymore attention, but he directed his outrage toward you. “What the hell is this?” Tyler gestured between you and Damon. “We break up and the same day you’re already with someone else? Are you that much of a whor--”

“Okay.” Damon removed his arm from your shoulder and stood up.

Being your ‘boyfriend’ meant following all the Boyfriend Rules, right? Boyfriends protect their girlfriends.

Damon coolly continued, “You may have thought you could treat her however you want while the two of you were together, but that time’s over. You lost your chance. She’s with me now, and you are not allowed to talk to my girlfriend like that, capeesh?”

The two boys spent a few moments in a staring contest; Tyler with a death glare and Damon with a lazy, smug gaze. Tyler broke first. Scoffing, your ex-boyfriend walked away.

Damon sat back down and slung his arm back over your shoulder.

“I’ve never had a boy defend my honor like that,” you teased, “I could get used to this.”

Your tone was light, but Damon’s heart unintentionally skipped a beat. He didn’t want to admit it, but he could get used to defending you, too.

The ‘relationship’ continued like that for four weeks. Things developed naturally. The two of you started spending more and more time together, even outside of school hours. Though you both always made sure it was only school events at which you would see each other. Because the two of you were only together for others to see, right?

Damon was pondering that statement increasingly more often. He had begun to want to fantasize about seeing you in more private settings, and when he did see you at school the line between what was real and what was acting was getting more and more blurry for Damon.

The two of you got to school by Damon walking by your house so the two of you could walk together. As soon as Damon saw another student, he would take your hand in his.

One time, Damon caught himself absentmindedly stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. You didn’t seem affected negatively by it, so Damon never stopped doing it.

Damon’s arm could almost always be found around you, keeping you close. You and Damon always sat next to each other for breakfast and lunch. He walked with you to every single one of your classes. You would always kiss Damon’s cheek as a goodbye, and sometimes, Damon would surprise you and return the favor.

But Damon had started to think about what it would be like to kiss your lips. The thought kept him up some nights. He knew he had a problem.

For a short amount of time, he told himself that someone as sweet as you would never go for someone like him. That didn’t last long, however. Damon came to realize that he couldn’t live not knowing if he had a chance for something real with you. Damon wanted to tell you his feelings. He just had to put things right first.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Damon,” you happily greeted him on the phone. “We’re still going to the game later, right? I heard Tyler’s going to be there.”

Damon ignored the pang of jealousy in his heart at the sound of Tyler’s name. “Yeah...But I gotta tell you something...I can’t take anymore of your money.”

“What?”

He added, “And I’m giving you back the 200 you already gave me.”

“I don’t understand. Are you ending our deal?” you asked—hurt, maybe even scared.

Damon’s heart clenched. “Yes-I mean, no. I...Could you just come over? We have some things to talk about.” He gave you his address. You had never been to Damon’s house before. That was a conscious effort on Damon’s part.

You arrived an hour later. “I’m sorry. I would’ve gotten here sooner, but I just couldn’t believe...Damon, is this really your house?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“Is this why you want to give me the money back?” you asked, indignation rising, “ ‘Cause you don’t need it?”

“Y/n-”

“Do you realize how much of an idiot you turned me into? Why’d you even take the money in the first place?!”

“Because I wanted to be with you, but I didn’t know it!” Damon found himself shouting in return.

Your voice came out totally different then. “What?” you asked quietly.

Damon took a deep breath in preparation for his full admission. “At first, I think I was just lonely, and I liked the idea of being anyone, whether it was real or not. Then...I got to know you. Y/n, I want to be with you. For real. I want to cook you dinner, take you to the movies, spend the day with you outside of school...I want to make you happy, Y/n. I have been making you happy since we started this whole thing.”

“But...Damon...none of this was real...All of this was…for show...” You were hesitating. A lot.

Hope told Damon that you were finally seeing that you returned his feelings, and you were just scared of the unknown. That’s how Damon was when he first saw his own truth, at least.

But Damon knew he couldn’t jump to conclusions. He needed you to come to your own conclusion. “Which of us have you been happier with? Me or Tyler? He’s the fake relationship, Y/n! This-What we have is real!”

“But I was happy with Tyler!” You tried to argue. “He just gets a little angry sometimes, and needs something to take it out on--”

Everything in Damon stopped. “What?”

“Wait. No, it’s not like that, Damon,” you pressed, “It was just--”

“Did he hit you?”

“Only, like, twice, but--”

“That was him ‘not treating you right’?! Jesus, Y/n!” Damon was physically repulsed, shaking at the thought of somebody, anybody touching his girl. “Why...” didn’t you tell me?

Damon didn’t finish his thought. He looked up, and suddenly saw your self-hatred. He wanted to set himself on fire, seeing you like that.

“Hey. Look at me,” he told you.

You did so.

Damon assured you with everything he had, “Absolutely none of this is your fault. Okay? Why don’t you get some snacks and stuff from the kitchen. It’s down that hallway to the right. We’ll talk some more okay? I just have something to take care of real quick. I’m right behind you.”

You were still upset, so you followed Damon’s directions and didn’t ask any questions.

As soon as you were out of sight, Damon was out the front door. Technically, Damon was paid up to the end of the week. With the spoken contract still binding, Damon was technically still your boyfriend. The Boyfriend Rules still applied.

Boyfriends protect their girlfriends.

Damon ran all the way to the high school, where a baseball game was being held. He spotted Tyler as soon as he saw the stands.

“You fucking hit her?!” Damon called out getting the attention of everyone there.

That boy must have had no shame because Tyler stood up with the smuggest look on his face. “So what if I did? She deserved it. You’re just mad you got my sloppy secon--”

Damon punched the smirk right off of Tyler’s lips. He picked Tyler up by his shirt.

The blunt sound was followed by a bunch of the crowd members “oo”ing, then Damon heard you call out to him to get him to stop.

You must have quickly noticed Damon was gone, then ran to the school just as he did. “Damon! put Tyler down! Please!” you shouted, “You’re better than this!”

Your fake lover had trouble following your instructions.

“You and I are real, Damon,” you finally affirmed. “We have been for weeks.”

Your words got Damon to hesitate.

“For the longest time,” you continued, “I thought I was lucky to have anyone, even someone who treated me like Tyler did--who treats me like Tyler does,” you corrected. “Then, he started hurting me, and I told myself it was just until he got his act together, but who am I kidding? I wanted out.”

“Then, you turned into something I never expected. You make me so happy, Damon. I didn’t think love like this actually existed--” You cut yourself off. You had actually used the “L” word.

Damon searched your eyes for any regret. He found none.

You started smiling.

Unfortunately, Damon let his guard down too much. Tyler head-butted Damon in order to get away. Damon lost his balance, and fell down to where you were on the bleachers.

Once you made sure Damon was okay, you went after Tyler. You didn’t have to chase your abuser much.

Turns out, Damon wasn’t the only one not okay with what Tyler had done to you. Damon saw two other boys, who he recognized as Matt Donovan and Jeremy Gilbert, catch Tyler and hold him still. They seemed to agree you could do whatever you saw fit. No one in the surrounding crowd was going to object either.

You approached Tyler and punched him in the face, just as Damon did. Your fist landed square on Tyler’s nose, which Damon smiled at. You didn’t have any experience fighting, so you had to shake out your hand when you drew it back. “That was for what you did to me,” you told Tyler. You didn’t use your fist again. Instead, you opted to take hold of Tyler’s shoulders and knee him in the groin. “That was for what you did to my boyfriend.”

Damon laughed out loud at that. He had forgotten: Girlfriends protect their boyfriends, too.

Triumphant, you rejoined your lover at the bottom of the bleachers.

“For what it’s worth, I love you, too,” Damon wholeheartedly promised in a quiet voice, just for you.

You chuckled at that, then leaned in to kiss Damon’s lips for the very first time.

The crowd that had just watched all that go down applauded the two of you.

“Why are we cheering?” somebody close by confusedly asked, “Weren’t they already together?”

Whoever that student was talking to, a girl, replied, “Yeah, but I think this is their first kiss.”

“Their first kiss?! Haven’t they been dating for like a month now?”

Damon broke away from you to scold his younger brother. “Stefan? Could you shut up?”

You giggled, “Stefan. It’s very nice to meet you.” You shook his hand. “And you must be Caroline.” You shook her hand as well, then turned back to your boyfriend. You helped him to his feet. “What do you say we get away from this god forsaken school and see a movie?”

Damon kissed your hand that he was holding and ran his thumb over the back of it. “As you wish, my darling.”

As the two of you walked in the direction of the sunset, Damon slid his arm around your shoulder, and pulled you close.

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Together We're Toxic

Billy Russo x Reader (you)

I wrote this for another fandom and I kept thinking how fitting it would be for Billy. So, I did some editing. *grin* Hope you like. Definitely explicit.

Billy Russo was not a man to be reckoned with. One would have thought that out of all people, you would know that. But then, you were no longer his girlfriend. You were his ex - a fact that he was not at all pleased about and planned to fix.

Tonight.

The club was hot, the music pumping. He could feel it through his body, an incessant beat. The club was dark even with the random mix of colored lights, and it smelled of sweat and perfume.

It felt like impending sex.

Some were going to get laid tonight. Some were hoping to. If all went according to plan, he definitely would be.

His eyes narrowed in on his target. On you. You were with a friend who wasn’t a fan of his all the time, and you had your hands clasped above your heads as bodies moved to the beat.

You and your friend were attracting attention from the men in the crowd, which was the point, and it pissed Billy off to know that this was probably what you did all those nights you wanted to go out with friends and “let off some steam.”

The sharks were circling closer and Billy’s jaw clenched as he took in the men whose faces he’d have to break later for staring at his woman with lust written all over their faces.

You were stunning, so it wasn’t like he could blame them. All that shiny hair that flowed down your back - he liked to wrap it around his hand when he fucked you from behind. And those eyes - they could look so wide and innocent, and then turn black as night when you made it clear you wanted him.

And your lips, those lips you painted red. You left streaks of it on his cock when you sucked it.

Your smile, fuck, your smile and your laugh, and the way you spoke so intelligently about everything. You were so fucking smart and he felt so fucking dumb next to you sometimes.

There was that little bit of Billy that worried you had partly broken up with him because of it. But he knew other things - things like how to change your oil, put in new brakes, and how to beat a man bloody for touching you.

Once, some asshole had groped your ass on the subway and he’d knocked the guy straight out. You’d blown him good and proper after that. He went nearly cross-eyed just thinking about how it felt when you took him down your throat.

Finally, you and your friend took a break from your frenetic dancing and one bold shark inched his way close to you. Billy held back from charging over and punching him dead in the face.

No one touched what was his. No one.

It was that sort of thing that you said was one of the reasons you broke up with him, and Billy had a funny feeling that your friends had something to do with that. You sure didn’t seem to mind when he got, as you put it, “growly and possessive”. And what really burned him is that you would get just as “growly and possessive” right back.

When an ex made contact with him to ask if he still had her hatchet, he’d ended up exchanging a few texts with her about how things were going. When you saw the text come through on his phone you’d simply grabbed your purse and walked out the door, claiming you were going for a ride. You didn’t return for three days and he had no idea where the fuck you went. When you returned you hugged him like no time had passed and nothing had happened. Then you whispered in his ear, “If you talk to her again I won’t come back next time.”

But then, was that worse than when he witnessed you smiling and laughing with someone you had dubbed your “work husband”, and he’d ended up locking you in the bedroom that night for two hours and not letting you leave?

Apparently, it was.

What about the time you slashed one of his tires when one of his (female) customers from Anvil asked for his number?

No one pointed fingers at you, but when he went a little mental and tossed your phone in the toilet, everyone was all up in arms.

Your twisted relationship was your business, and it wasn’t like Billy didn’t know it was twisted. You both were. You knew it, too. You were both passionate and fiercely in love with each other.

He knew you loved him. He <i>knew</i> that. It was in the little things you did - cuddling up to him on the couch, making him dinner (when you had the time), and trimming his hair and beard for him. You also held him and loved him when he needed you the most. And he always, always needed you.

And he took care of you. He changed your oil when it needed it, rubbed your feet at night and listened when you complained about work. He offered to take a few co-workers out for you, which always made you laugh even though he was only half-joking about that.

You were both better together than apart. There was only one woman for him on this godforsaken planet and that was you. And there wasn’t another him that could give you what you needed. He felt a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. Little freak that you were.

You and your friend shooed the men away and headed for the bar, giggling together. While you and your friend planted yourself on one side of the freestanding bar, Billy made his way to the other side. He made room for himself, much to the annoyance of the guy beside him.

“Hey!” the guy protested when some of his drink spilled over the side from Billy hitting it with his elbow.

Billy just looked at him in the way you claimed could make grown men “piddle on the rug.” The guy certainly appeared as if he just might. He picked up his drink and walked off quickly.

Then, Billy leaned on the bar, elbows on top and stared at you, willing you to look his way. It was your friend who saw him first. She made a face and nudged you, pointing at him.

When you looked his way, your mouth fell open and you met his gaze. When the shock wore off, he caught the hint of something in your eyes. Something he knew quite well from having spent almost two years with you: excitement.

You covered it quickly with a look of annoyance and said something to your friend that made her frown, but then your friend nodded and you started around the bar.

Feeling pretty victorious, Billy pushed away from the bar and smirked at your friend who glared at him. Good, let her be pissed. You could no more stay away from him than he could stay away from you.

He moved away from the bar and inched toward the hallway where the bathroom and the back entrance was located. He had a plan after all.

You stormed up to him, fire blazing in your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you think I’m doing here?” he drawled. “You didn’t think I’d let this breakup stand, did you?”

“You didn’t fight me when I ended it.”

Was it his imagination or did you sound upset about that?

“You changed the locks and put all my shit out on the lawn. You also called Frank for backup. What was I supposed to do?”

“Just...go.” Now you sounded sad. Defeated. “Leave me alone, Billy. It’s over.”

He grabbed your arm. “No.”

You yanked your arm from his grip. “Don’t manhandle me.”

“Come outside with me,” he said, changing tactics. He fully intended to manhandle you and though you might protest at first, he knew what a little freak you were and what got you hot. You’d be putty in his hands in no time. But for now, you needed to act like you didn’t want him there. Maybe you even had yourself partly convinced of that. Billy knew better though.

“Why should I? What for?” you asked.

“Just to talk. I think I deserve a conversation that doesn’t involve Frank, don’t you think?”

You pursed her lips together and studied him with suspicious eyes. He didn’t move. Just waited. Finally, you sighed. “Fine. Let me tell Friends Name.”

He nodded, smiling inwardly and pointed to the hall. “I’ll be waiting for you right there.”

“Fine, Billy.”

“And don’t think about ditching me,” He warned you. “I will find you.”

Your lips parted and you turned on heel quickly and stalked off. Oh, you wanted this. He knew it.

Five minutes later, you were outside in the cool air and you shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself. It was your fault for wearing a sleeveless top - his favorite one, too. Red and low cut, it was gorgeous on you and easy to get off.

“Why don’t we sit in the car so you’re not cold,” he suggested, pointing to his black Porsche behind you.

You turned, dropping your arms, and he grabbed the handcuffs in his jacket pocket and hurriedly cuffed one wrist. You started to turn back, looking down at your wrist. “Hey--”

But he had you cuffed before you could finish that sentence.

“Billy!” you exclaimed. “What are you dozing?”

“I told you I wouldn’t let this stand. You’re mine.”

Your eyes widened and you made to run.

You didn’t get far. Billy was on you quick enough and managed to wrap both arms around you from behind. With your wrists cuffed in the front, you couldn’t move in the bear hug he was giving you.

“You’re hurting me!”

Doubtful. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way,” he muttered in your ear. “You either come with me or I use the chloroform I have in my pocket.” It was a lie; he didn’t have any.

“How the hell did you get--”

“Hard way or easy way?”

“I hate you,” you hissed.

“No, you don’t. I’ll prove it.”

“I could scream,” you snarled.

“No one would hear you over that music.”

He pushed you to his car gently, wrapping one hand around your forearm lest you get any ideas about running off.

You cursed him the whole way and Billy just smiled. He opened the backdoor of his car once they reached it. “Lay down.”

“Why do I have to lay down?”

He gestured to the rope you’d not yet seen on the floor of the car. You cursed him again and got in. “Don’t even think of kicking me either,” he told you. “Or the chloroform comes out. Heard it gives one a nasty headache. Plus, who knows what I’d do to you all tied up.”

“You’re disgusting and you’re going to pay for this,” you snapped.

He licked his lips. “I certainly hope so.”

You laid down on your side with some help and when he was sure you were comfortable - because he didn’t want you hurt after all...well, not much anyway. He tied up your ankles with the rope while you glared at him mutinously.

With a triumphant smirk, he moved your feet out of the way of the door and shut it. He then climbed in the car and started it up.

“My friends will look for me, ya know,” you said.

“They won’t find you.”

“Where are you taking me?” you demanded.

“To the cabin.”

“Fuck,” you muttered.

He grinned as he pulled out of the club parking lot. “That’s right. The cabin in the middle of the woods where you can scream all you want and no one will hear you.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah,” he drawled, “But you love me anyway.”

You fell silent and Billy smiled. Your silence said it all; you did still love him.

It was a forty-five minute drive to the cabin and after letting you sulk for a while, he finally asked, “Why did you do it?”

“Why did I do what?” you asked innocently.

“You know what,” he growled.

You sighed. “I’m handcuffed and I’ve got ropes around my ankles. Do you really have to ask? Do you think this is normal?”

“It’s our normal,” he said with a shrug.

“Maybe I don’t want it to be.”

“Or maybe you’re too busy listening to your friends tell you how our relationship should be.” He took his eyes off the road to turn and look down at you. You looked almost pitiful on the seat looking up at him and he had a moment’s regret. Just a moment though.

He looked back at the road. “You get off on our games.”

“Is that what we’re calling them? Games?”

“What would you call it?”

“Unhealthy. Twisted.”

He laughed. “Oh, You. You’ll never not be twisted. And I’m the only one who can match all that fire inside you.”

“Maybe I don’t want that anymore. Maybe I want normal. Maybe I want someone like Frank who--”

“Don’t mention his fucking name to me,” he growled. “He’d bore you in a week. We’re here.”

One of your friends had tried to introduce you to a “nice boy” who wore Dockers and white tennis shoes and actually played tennis, and You had kept it from him until he’d overheard you talking to that friend on the porch one night. When he’d confronted you about it, you’d hedged until he threatened to ask your friend himself. You’d told him, and in retaliation he’d dragged you into the house and tied you to the bed and proceeded to make you come and come and come until you begged for him to stop.

You had clung to him so sweetly, mewling in his ear. Screaming. Telling him again and again how you loved him and only him.

He cut the engine and stepped out of the car. He made his way around to the back and you sat up and he maneuvered you out and over his shoulder. The wind blew, causing your black skirt to blow over your ass and he slapped it. “That’s my ass,” he told you. “Remember that.”

The cabin was his. A place he had built with his bare hands. A place for him to seek refuge from the world when he needed it. Then when he had met you, it had become yours and his. Long weekends were spent here when you both felt the need to get away, just hiking, making love, and doing domestic things that he wasn’t very used to doing, but rather...enjoyed?

You could both be normal. You were both “normal” more than you weren’t so he didn't know what the fuck you were on about. Sure you both had your moments, but it wasn’t always like that.

The cabin had three rooms - the living room and kitchen rolled into each other, and then there was the bedroom off the kitchen, and a bathroom attached to the bedroom.

Billy stepped inside to the kitchen and carted you over against the far wall and placed you down on the lumpy couch with the maroon sofa covering. You fell to the side and then righted yourself and glared up at him.

“You gonna run if I let you loose?” he asked.

God, he hoped you did. He wanted to chase you down, throw you on the ground and fuck you in the open air. His dick was hard just thinking about it. You glanced down quickly at his crotch and then back up at him. You looked angry, but he caught the twinkle there. “What do you think?” you asked.

Okay, so, you needed to warm up a bit first. Work up to it. He was game.

“I think we still got wine in the fridge from last time we were here,” he said. “You want some?”

“You gonna roofie me?”

“No, of course not.”

“I mean, you did threaten to chloroform me--”

“And you know as well as I do that I wouldn’t. Even if i did have it, which I don’t.” He did though. Somewhere. Just not on him.

You lifted your chin. “What’s your plan then? Keep me cuffed and bound all weekend?”

“Well, that all depends on you.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Oh?”

“Yeah, all depends on how long it takes you to get your head out of your ass and realize you belong with me.”

“I don’t--”

He bent down and placed his hand at the back of your neck and drew your face to his. He kissed you deeply, wanting you to just shut up.

You didn’t kiss him back at first, but then he felt you melt by degrees. You moaned and Billy went down to his knees, filling his hands with your face as he kissed you. “Stop fighting me,” he muttered against your mouth. “You love me.”

“Billy--”

“Say it, You. Say you love me.”

Your eyes welled up in tears. “I do,” you croaked. “I love you.”

“Say you’re mine.”

You sniffled. “I’m yours.”

He kissed you again and you swayed into him, pressing your chest against him. “Billy,” you muttered. “Let me go. I can’t touch you like this.”

He fumbled, panting, for the key to the handcuffs. He managed to fish it out of his jeans and with shaking hands undid the cuffs. Then he fumbled with the rope, and with your help you were free. He pulled you to her feet with him and kissed you. “I need you,” he gasped. “I need inside you.”

You stepped back a few feet, smiling, and whipped off your top. You threw it at him and it hit him right in the face.

You used that distraction to rush right past him and out the door.

He roared, his dick pressing hard against his jeans. Game. On.

You didn’t get far. Just by the car. You were on the other side of it when he approached and when he went to the right, you went to the left. You both stopped. Stared at each other.

“You’re a little brat,” he told her. “I should take you over my knee.”

“Don’t you wish you could?” you taunted him and jetted to the right. He ran around the car, and you squealed and ran off to the woods. He was smiling, beaming really. This was just what he’d expected and you’d almost had him; he’d almost thought you were just going to capitulate without any game this time, but he should have known better. You were always up for a good game.

You were like a sprite running through the woods and Billy kept his gaze steady on you, while mindful of where he was stepping so as not to trip. He finally managed to graze your arm by a thick oak tree and you squealed again and darted around it.

He could hear your breathing from the other side and he forced himself to go still and quiet. Then you did as well. He waited.

The wind blew, a cool breeze that rustled the leaves and branches. Animals deep in the forest made noise, reminding you they were there. The moon was nearly full and cast light down through the trees. The clouds in the sky were moving quickly by and stars twinkled above them.

He was harder than he’d ever been and he swore he could smell your heat from where he stood on the other side of the blasted tree.

You popped her head out and said, “Boo!” and then made to run off. This time, you wouldn’t get far. He was on you quickly enough and you let out a playful scream as he managed to catch you and push you against another tree. You winced and he pulled you away from it.

“You hurt?” he asked, panting.

“I don’t think so,” you said breathlessly.

He spun you around to check. Just a little red where the bark touched your bare skin. He bent his head and pressed a kiss to one red mark, then another and another and you melted yet again into him.

He went down to his knees and forced you down with him. He pushed you and you planted your hands on the ground.

“You gonna to act like a bitch, I’m gonna to fuck you like one,” he grunted.

“Oh, God, yes,” you breathed.

He pushed your skirt up over your backside and tore your panties from your body.

“Billy,” you moaned.

He wrestled with the snap of his jeans and the zipper and then he shoved them and his boxers down and spit in his hand. He stroked himself and then used two fingers to check just how wet you were.

You were soaked. Just as he thought you would be. He fucked you with his fingers until you screamed and then he pulled his fingers out and slammed his cock inside you.

“Fuck! Yes!” you screamed.

He licked your wetness from his fingers and then slapped your ass hard. You cried out and he gripped your hips, knowing he’d leave fingerprints, knowing you’d love to see them in the morning.

“Come for me again, you little bitch,” he rumbled. “I want you dripping all over me.”

He reached out and wrapped his hand around your hair and yanked your head back. “Fuck me back,” he ordered.

You did, grunting and moaning.

“Fuck me harder, asshole!” you shouted.

He did, bottoming out inside you, bumping right against your cervix.

You screamed and your walls pulsed around him, milking him. He let go with a roar, unable to hold on. You’d had him aching for you the minute he’d stepped into that fucking club and saw you.

Billy slumped over her and pressed a weak kiss in between your shoulder blades. “I love you,” he gasped. “Fucking hell, I love you so much.”

“I love you,” you said, breathless.

Billy pulled out of you with a groan and did himself back up. He got to his feet while you staggered to yours. He drew you into his arms and kissed you hard.

You kissed him back just as hard and hand-in-hand you walked back to the cabin. You showered together, laughing softly, and caressing each other gently. Billy took you to bed after and he made love to you slowly, sweetly, until you cried out softly. He held you wrapped close in his arms as you began to doze off.

“Mine again?” he asked softly.

“I always have been,” you murmured. “And I always will be.”

Satisfied, Billy drifted off into a sound sleep.

And when he woke up in the morning, he found you gone…

And himself handcuffed to the bed.

***I know it would not fit for Billy to not wake up to getting handcuffed, but just go with it. It's needed for the second part.

#billy russo #billy russo x you #billy russo x reader #ben barnes #punisher #marvel

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