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weixuldo · 11 months

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Allow me// ch 4

Vader x Reader

a/n: Hello hello!! sorry for the wait! I will say that were entering more of the “x reader” content that I know most of you are looking forward to heh, but who doesnt love a good slow burn?? hah ty for reading :)

Your boss is not happy about your absence yesterday

warnings: Cannon typical violence, force choking, real choking (and not in the fun way lol), Death, implied death, cursing, anxiety

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“You never arrived at your posted station yesterday officer y/n, so where in the galaxy were you?!” your red faced manager shouted at you as he dabbed at the sweat forming above his bushy brow.

“I was pulled aside to complete-”

“I don’t give a fuck about who asked for your assistance, you report to me. And unfortunately your task was not completed yesterday so who do you think got chewed out? Me!” he huffed, not allowing you to finish your sentence. This was causing a bit of a scene in the semi-public hallway.

If he weren't always like this, a passerby might think he was going to go into cardiac arrest.

“Sir, I am truly sorry, but when Darth Vader himself asks for your assistance, you can't really deny him,” you tried to explain calmly.

The winded man in front of you let out a gargantuan laugh, “You're tellin’ me… Darth Vader? The most revered Sith lord in the galaxy… asked for your help?! Hah! You gotta be outta your mind little girl”.

“It is true sir, I didn’t get a chance to tell you after I finished because It was late and our wing was closed”.

“Oh yea, I'm sure you did get back pretty late” he laughed.

“Pardon?”

“We all hear what the troopers say about you little miss, surprised you didn’t take your knee pads yesterday, well with all that dick you’ve been sucking”

Wow, this puny man was really proud of himself, wasn't he. It was honestly disgusting.

“I do not think that is appropriate workplace behavior, sir” you tried to remain as cordial as possible; with basically the whole executor aiming for the target on your back, you felt like you had to be on your very best behavior all the time.

“Yea, well in my department, I make the rules and since you carelessly neglected your duties yesterday, I’m giving you the highly acclaimed task of cleaning the restrooms in the communal sector, and once you're done with that I think I’ll give you a task all the way in the bridge” the man smiled a toothy grin before insisting time was “of the essence”.

The cool bathroom floor made you shiver as your knees hit the tile, you went through so much schooling and apprenticeships to do ….this.

Wonderful.

To make it even better you had to keep the door open because the cleaning chemicals needed to be aired out or else they would be too strong; that gave your whole department the lovely view of your ass bent over the toilets, scrubbing away the grime.

It was humiliating, but what were you going to do? Defy your manager and possibly lose your job? No.

It was bad enough that everyone here seemed to hate you, why would you lose a decent paying job too?

You sighed as you heard some of your co-workers snickering;

“I bet that tile is uncomfortable”

“I wouldn't worry about it, she’s probably used to being on her knees hah!”

Finally, you reached the last stall and you were getting high off of the fumes of the cleaning materials. You felt gross and you were getting a headache, your boss didn’t even give you the health regulated mask to use as you worked with the chemicals.

You were gathering up the cleaning bottles and rags when you heard the bustling of your office grow silent. That wasn’t normal, usually there were at least a few yappy voices gossiping about some dumb drama within the department.

You were inclined to peek around the doorway of the bathroom, but you decided not to do anything that could get you yelled at…again.

Suddenly you heard a hushed voice, “He’s coming”.

At that, your senses heightened. Could it be?

Him.

You had no reason to be excited for his arrival, after all it's not like you were in a fantasy story where he would whisk you away and make you his-

The familiar sound of the steel door sliding to the side filled the bay and in came those heavy boot steps, patterned breathing, and demanding aura.

Darth Vader was here.

“My Lord, how may I be of assistance” your boss bowed at the dark figure before him; his face finally cooled down from the bright red it was when he yelled at you earlier.

“I need to speak with one of your mechanics” the Sith spoke, surveying the room.

“Yes, of course! We can get you someone right awa-’

“You misunderstand, General. I need one specific mechanic” Vader corrected.

“Oh! My apologies, who may you be in search of?” Your boss recovered his mistake, though you could see the redness creeping up the back of his neck again.

“F/N L/N.”

Did you mess up your details yesterday?

You felt less worried for your safety then you once did because you had shared a few one-on-one moments with the dark lord.

But

His sudden appearance in your wing did confuse you.

You peeked around the bathroom door’s opening and saw your boss nervously glancing at the bathroom door.

“Ohh, um, of course My lord…. Though might I add, if some repair was done incorrectly I apologize on behalf of the mechanic’s branch… she tends to do faulty work– and we will deal with her accordingl-”

“Quite the contrary, general.”

The-now- red faced man blinked in surprise at the Sith’s words.

“M-My Lord?”

He stole another glance back to where you were.

“What is in the bathroom that is so interesting that you cannot focus on our conversation?” The cloaked figure demanded as he made his way over to where you were.

Quickly you scurried away from the entrance and went back to cleaning on the other end of the facility; You'd rather not be caught actively eavesdropping.

The Sith stomped into the bathroom with a determination that gave you butterflies. His helmet turned towards you before he commanded you to rise.

Oh… maybe he was frustrated with you.

Your excitement turned into uncertainty as you followed the man out of the restroom.

“Leave the bucket” he added, talking about the pail with all of the cleaning supplies and rags.

You stepped out of the chemical filled bathroom and inhaled a deep breath of clean air; as you followed the flowing cape of the man in front of you, everyone’s eyes were on you.

Vader suddenly stopped, causing you to almost run straight into his broad shoulders.

“Would you care to explain why a mechanic of the empire was wasting time sanitizing the restroom facilities and not a cleaning droid?”

“Well, My Lord, she had not arrived at her posted work station yesterday, so we thought it best to punish her accordingly” Your boss replied with a nervous toothy grin.

“Who approved that method, General?”

“Well- Umm” the shorter man stammered.

“Because I see no advantages to this situation. More work is delayed and the cleaning is less efficient”

Damn, he really just implied you didn’t know how to clean a toilet.

“Yes, Of course My Lord, My apologies… it will not happen again” Your boss profusely apologized.

“Very well. I am not pleased when workers take their own liberties when abridging protocol on MY ship” The Sith proclaimed irritably.

The sleazy man cowered and stepped aside, allowing the cloaked Sith passage.

“Y/N, you are to come with me” Vader spoke, without turning to look at you.

Your whole body felt tingly as you walked behind him (and not in the fun tingly way…. More like dread). You weren’t used to him taking a demanding tone with you.

You followed him out and his squadron followed closely behind you; the hallway was silent except for the shuffle of the trooper’s boots and the man’s breathing. What had you gotten yourself into?

Only around halfway down the hallway the man in front of you suddenly stopped, prompting you to halt abruptly behind him. You were so close that his cape brushed the tip of your nose before you took a few steps back.

Vader slowly turned his head to the side as if he were sensing something. Was he feeling your fear?

The profile of his mask seemed more and more ominous with every second.

You were about to ask him what was the matter, but before you could he walked past you back towards where you both just were.

Were you supposed to follow him?

He had already entered the room when you caught up with him. You weren't sure what he was doing, but you sure didn’t expect to see him choking your boss in the middle of the room.

The smaller man had no chance as the dark giant held him firmly in his gloved hand. It was almost sad how much your boss was struggling; he kicked his feet and clawed at Vader’s iron fist.

“Would you care to repeat what you just said, general?” Vader questioned.

All the man could muster was broken chokes and gasps as his face turned bluer by the second.

“First you think you can change protocol and then you have the audacity to insinuate my business with one of your mechanics” he scoffed before dropping the man from his grasp.

He fell hard with a thud and gasped for air.

Vader straightened his form and took a look around the room at all of the terrified workers.

“Do not be so ignorant as to think I do not hear your childish gossip on my own ship.”

Suddenly you realized what this was all about…

the rumors.

Of course a mighty sith lord wouldn’t want to be talked about behind their back, especially if people were insinuating they were getting their rocks off, but there was a certain double standard among the men of the galaxy. It was seen as something to be proud of when a man would bed many women or have “sex slaves” (for lack of better terms).

You really didn’t understand why he was so heated… was it because it was you?

A sudden wave of nausea washed over you; was he only disgusted because they were pairing him with you? Did he think you were that embarrassing to be associated with?

Vader turned his attention back to the man on the ground.

“Pathetic” he huffed before turning back to the gallery of shocked workers.

“Let him be an example for you all”

In a swift motion he turned his clench fist and the man’s neck snapped with a sickening crack.

Your eyes widened and you heard others gasp; you had only ever heard of the Sith’s capability, never seen it.

Vader turned on his heel and promptly left the room, strutting down the hall quicker than he was before; you were frozen for a moment, but then you hurried after the Sith. Hopefully what he needed you for would be something less… deadly.

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The room was freezing and the fabric of your uniform was not doing much to help with the cold.

After the ordeal at your workplace, Vader brought you to a room that you had not previously seen. In keeping with the rest of the ship, the room was the rich obsidian that you grew accustomed to. There was a large seat in front of the window that beautifully displayed the vast view of space.

Currently you were seated on a couch that was in front of the chair; much to your surprise it was a pretty comfy one.

None of the troopers entered the room with you and the Sith, so you worried this was it. You were going to die.

He asked you to take a seat but then disappeared into another connecting room.

In his absence, you recalled all of your interactions with him, trying to figure out what grounds he had to kill you? Nothing you had done was out of line, it was more the mistakes of those around you… but what were you going to do, protest the Sith’s plans?

You became sad when you reminisced on your feelings for the man… What a fool you were. You really thought that the cold and stoic man liked you. You thought you were connecting with him- and he even allowed you to drop formalities around him-

What went wrong?

You were too naiive, that’s what was wrong.

Your nerves began to settle a bit when he hadn’t returned, it had been around two hours by now. Whether he wanted to play a cruel waiting game or not was becoming more and more irrelevant to you.

You were sure your fate was sealed, so what was a few more hours? Plus you had a very emotionally taxing day and your lack of sleep was catching up with you.

This couch was feeling more and more appealing and your eyelids were getting heavier and heavier…

Maybe a little nap wouldn’t hurt, you would just make sure to set an alarm on your watch for you to wake up.

yeah… just a quick-

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a/n: alrightyyy thank you for reading and if you guys have any questions about the pacing of this story or enigma, dont hesitate to shoot me an ask! Love you all :)

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moonmoolight · 1 year

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Dumb (Part One)

Kenny McCormick × AFAB! Reader

Part Two: Coming Soon

Request Open! -> About Requests

TW: They killed Kenny, you bastards! (Non permanent character death), descriptions of blood and Gore. Angst with a happy ending; hurt/comfort

Synopsis: y/n watches Kenny die right in front of her. The next day, she goes to school in shambles, only to see a familiar face beside her at her locker. Needless to say, she's pretty sure she is losing her mind.

Inspo: Dumb by Nirvana

Y/N found herself standing in the parking lot of South Park High on her first day of senior year, staring at her best friend.

Her dead best friend.

She watches in horror as Clyde Donovan rushes out from his brand-new convertible in a panic. The front end was dented in from the impact, and the once shiny yellow paint job was splattered in a dark crimson red.

Y/N wasn't sure what had happened. It seemed as though they were hopping out of Stan's car just a moment ago, excited for the first day of their last year in this hell hole.

Now, Kenny lay sprawled out against the pavement, surrounded by a pool of blood.

"I told you to put your goddamn phone down, Clyde!" Shouts Bebe from the passenger seat in between sobs.

Y/N sees Clyde running his hands through his hair, pulling at the strands as tears well in his eyes, "I, I didn't see him!" He screamed, looking around at the crowd gathering around the gruesome scene.

Stan, rushing over to Y/N, was quick to try and shield her from the sight, but she had already soaked it in—every last detail down to his torn-up shoes.

"You," she pushes out, hot tears beginning to streak down her face, "You fucking bastard!"

Y/N attempts to launch herself past Stan, though he holds her back as she claws at the air around her as though it would help push her forward. "Was it worth it, Clyde? You killed him, and all you can say is, 'I didn't see him'?! What kind of lame fucking apology is that?!"

She could feel the strain in her vocal cords as she raged on, and somehow, she had broke free of Stan's grasp. Running at full speed towards Clyde, she quickly punches him square in the jaw.

"Y/N, stop!" Shouts Kyle as he, Stan, and a few other seniors sprint to restrain her as Clyde recoils to try and protect himself from Y/N's aggression. She rips the leather sleeve of Clyde's letterman jacket in a rage at the seam.

"I hope you're fucking happy! You ruined senior year, you braindead prick!"

Ambulance and police sirens sound off in the distance as Y/N's friends force her to sit on the sidewalk, holding onto her as she wails out in heartbreak.

"I'm not going." Y/N protests as her mother sets down a bowl of oatmeal in front of her at the dining room table.

How was she supposed to live in a world without Kenny McCormick by her side?

-> <-

Her mother sighs in response, taking a seat beside the gloomy girl. "Honey, you're going to school. What's gotten into you?"

Furrowing her eyebrow, Y/N lifts her head from its place on the edge of the table. Her face was puffy, and her eyes were still swollen from the nonstop crying.

"What's gotten into me? Are you kidding?"

Her mom cocks her head, placing a loving hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Oh dear, is it that time of the month already?"

Scoffing in disbelief, more tears began to collect in her eyes. How could her mother forget that her friend had just been brutally slaughtered?

"You know what, maybe I will go to school. I can't be around you right now."

Mrs. Y/L/N watches her daughter jolt from her chair and scurry towards the door, throwing on a pair of shoes and haphazardly slinging her school bag across her shoulder.

"Don't forget your car keys!" Shouts the confused woman from the kitchen.

"I'm walking!" Screams a very upset Y/N as the front door slams shut behind her.

Cold autumn air gushed against her as she made the rather long trek to school on foot. She'd needed the time alone to collect herself. Yet, for some reason, every familiar car that passed by harbored her classmates, who all dawned smiles or tired looks. It seemed she was the only one who cared that Kenny was dead.

A horn honks in the distance, and she turns to see the familiar sight of Stan's car behind her as he pulls off to the side of the road. Rolling down his window, he pokes his head out with a perplexed look plastered on his face. "You want a ride?"

Y/N waits a moment before shrugging, walking over slowly, and lazily flopping herself into the car.

The drive was mostly filled with comfortable silence as Stan drove them to school. His head bobbed along to the stereo as he seemed to be in high spirits.

This baffled Y/N, as she had been talking to a disheveled Stan just yesterday. "How are you in such a good mood?"

"What do you mean? We got a whole extra day off of school. Of course, I'm in a good mood! Aren't you?"

Y/N scoffs in astonishment as she looks at him with disdain.

"No, Stan, I'm not in a good mood."

He frowns at her words, peering over at her momentarily as they pull into the school's student parking lot, "Oh, I'm sorry, Y/N. Maybe Ken can make you feel better. He's pretty good at that."

She freezes, questioning if she has heard him correctly.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

Stan laughs nervously as he watches her expression fall further into anger. "Oh, that's why you're upset. Look, whatever Kenny did, I'm sure he didn't mean it-"

Stan is left speechless after she sends a hand flying into his cheek. As he holds his stinging face, Y/N swings the passenger door open as she glares back at him through blurred vision.

"What is wrong with you, Marsh? It's only been a day, and you think it's okay to joke about him? Have some decency, would you?"

And with that, she storms through the parking lot. Once inside, she looked around to see everyone going about their day like everything was fine. Like nothing had ever happened.

The most infuriating thing she saw was Clyde Donovan leaning against a stairwell, flirting with some sophomore.

A low growl rose in her chest, but she knew she couldn't start a fight with him after yesterday. She had narrowly avoided assault charges in the first place. Speed walking through the halls, she ignores the warm greetings of her friends she passed while she was on a mission to make it to her locker without completely breaking down.

Shoving a couple of books into her bag, she lingers when she sees the inside of the locker door. A few Polaroid pictures hung sloppily taped onto the metal. One caught her eye in particular: she posed with Kenny on a snowy February. She held a middle finger to the camera as Kenny leaned against her, keeping two fingers behind Y/N's head to resemble devil horns.

And once again, she becomes a blubbering mess. Using her sweatshirt sleeve, she covers her wet face and gently shuts the locker.

"G'mornin, Y/N."

Those words and that voice made her spiral into full-on bawling.

"Angel, why are you crying?" Kenny's familiar voice speaks up from behind her.

It seemed so natural. She convinced herself it must be her grieving subconscious filling that empty void. That warm greeting she looked forward to every day, those sickeningly sweet nicknames, had been ripped away.

Chalking it up to the slow descent into madness, Y/N looks down and continues walking toward her first-period class as the first bell sounds.

Someone grabs her by the waist, stopping her dead in her tracks.

Hot breath against her ear as that honey-like voice whispers gently.

"Hey, don't ignore me. Who made you cry?"

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animelosers · 1 year

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"Nobody loved me at my lowest-" "I did!"

Warnings: Heartbreak, crying, arguments.

Summary: NSB and you. Not Regie, he has a girlfriend <3

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OLIVER:

He takes a step back as those words come out of your mouth. His heart drops and shatters into a million pieces the person he loved the most on this world he realized he was going to lose. If it wasn't for his stupid new girlfriend and his stupid new persona he maybe would've been WITH the person standing in front of him. "I did!" Just repeating in his mind not knowing how to fix this. This dumb argument of him finally having 'fame' and being 'recognized for once' but not in the way neither he nor you wanted or imagined.

SEBASTIAN:

"No you didn't-"

"Sebastian! If I didn't I wouldn't have been there during the nights you were crying because you were worried about what was in it for your future. I was there when you had the stage of pain and regret with everything that you have been doing and helped you get back up and continue to do what you should do!"

He listens. And listens. And listens a bit more. Everything you are telling him has been correct.

At this moment in time, he finally realizes how much he discredits your feelings. All he could do was listen as you prove how much you loved him. Emphasize "love-d" because it was the past. You love-d his past self. You love-d the Sebastian that allowed you to help him with anything or cuddled with you when you both had a long day. Now... now you aren't a thought to him. Until now.

"I fucked up." He admits.

RYAN:

He looks at you confused as you look at him with relief and determination. No words were traded off, the silence and the body language were enough for him to understand that if they said anything else they, most likely, will never talk to each other after this. He didn't want that. He never wanted that. He never meant for that or this to happen but.. it did and it's ruining the longest friendship he has ever had.. and the love of his life is slipping through his fingers at this very moment.

"I love you too." That's what he could say at this very moment. All you could do is shake you head in disappointment.

JUSTIN:

"You're lying." He immediately says.

"I'm lying?! Justin. I have been by your side since middle school. I moved out here for you-"

"Nobody asked you to," He says in a confusing tone or, in other words, unadmittingly confessing his mistakes.

"Justin, you had nobody here to support you. I have been with you since the beginning of time. You became a douchebag ever since you got into an argument with your ex. You ignored me for two months straight for absolutely no fucking reason. How you think I feel?"

He didn't know how to respond. He didn't want to because he knows if he fucks this up. It's over. Not just your guys' friendship, but his life. You are his life and he never noticed how much he fucked up. How much he'll lose? So. Fucking. Much. He just looks at you as his eyes water.

"You... deserve better,"

KANE:

"... You did?" Those simple words make him rethink everything between the two of you, "I am so sorry. I am a fucking idiot-"

Kane never really cussed unless he is frustrated or upset or just unhappy. That's when everyone knows he means what he is saying. The way he looks at you so apologetically and sincerely makes you want to forgive him but he already put you in too much pain. Him on the other hand, he is breaking. His heart. His love for his current partner. A bit of his soul. His love for you has been always so high and healthy.

Now here you are, crying because of him. You are crying because of him.

"I love you, so much."

DARREN:

Darren doesn't know how to respond to you. He just listens to what you have to say and once you are done you finally look at him in the eyes.

Tears falling down his face, the world just stops.

You guys never had emotional moments with each other unless it was a breakup. At this moment, you two are crying, at the park, at 3 am because you guys realized how much you guys cared for each other... not just cared.

"I've been in love with you ever since college,"

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multifandombitxh · 2 years

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Name Calling

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst/Smut

Warnings: Foreplay, teasing, jealous!Eddie, very light smut, caught-in-the-act type shit

A/N: Back story is the reader was friends with Eddie before high school, but became closer with Steve, and Eddie hated his guts for it. Reader was also kinda friends with Reefer Rick, which is a slightly important plot point. Takes place when they find Eddie at Rick's house ✨

Summary: Eddie and the reader really, really fucking hate each other, that was obvious to anyone with eyes. They were friends once upon a time, but when Steve Harrington came into the picture, everything fell apart. Now, as the reader tries to help Eddie hide from cops, she finds an interesting way to keep them entertained.

18+ MINORS DNI

"What the hell is she doing here?"

"Um, saving your dumb ass, obviously? No need to thank me, Munson, really."

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you know what? I have had it with you and your attitude-"

A chorus of groans filled the boathouse, the murky lake water splashing against the boat as Eddie stood. You had taken several steps closer toward him, but was forced to stop when Steve all but threw himself in between you both like a lion tamer. By now Eddie had stepped out of the boat and was making his way toward you, despite the fact that Steve stood directly in the way.

This wasn't going to end well.

"Okay, maybe now isn't the best time to be fighting," Robin said, a worried expression painting her features. "Like, maybe we should focus on what to do next? Something productive?"

"I can think of a few productive things I could be doing right now," You said through your teeth. "Several hundreds of miles away from here, preferably."

"Maybe you should go do them, then," Eddie replied, tilting his head to the side and pointing a finger to Steve's chest. "You can take your little guard dog with you, too."

"Really, dude?" Steve muttered, focusing his eyes on Eddie and shoving his hand away. "That's the best you can come up with? 'Guard dog'? What are you, twelve?"

"Sorry, should I have said 'mutt' instead?" Eddie antagonized, getting up close and personal with Steve. "Or maybe 'bitch' would be more fitting."

"Okay, you're done," Steve said curtly, giving Eddie a slight shove backward. "You really wanna do this right now? I will knock you straight into next year, freak, I swear-"

"Guys, come on, seriously?" Dustin yelled, "No one gives a shit that you hate each other. Y/N, we're here to help Eddie, not make things worse. Eddie, Y/N agreed to help. And Steve, stay out of it. So all of you shut the hell up and get over yourselves! We have bigger problems right now than your stupid love lives."

"Love lives?" You, Eddie, and Steve shrieked in unison as you whipped around to shoot him a look of disgust.

"Okay, bad wording," Dustin corrected, "But my point still stands, you three need to knock. it. off."

After holding a heated stare with Eddie for a few moments, you broke eye contact and spun around, exiting in a huff through the creaky wooden door into the cool night air. Steve followed soon after, hot on your heels. When he finally caught up to you, he grabbed you by the wrist to stop you in your tracks.

"Come on, Y/N," Steve said softly, shaking his head. "Look, I'd love to knock that prick on his ass, but we came here to help, didn't we?"

"I did want to help," You replied, "But he clearly doesn't want it if it's coming from me."

"I don't get it," Steve sighed, "What's his deal? Why do you two hate each other so much? And what the hell is his problem with me?"

"I don't know, Steve, maybe it's because in high school, I started hanging out with you instead of him, and he never wanted to even think about sharing the same air as you," You replied, "Will you just find me when you're ready to leave?"

With that, you pulled away from Steve, making your way back to the car. You leaned against the warm hood and took several deep breaths, watching the lake that shimmered behind the boathouse. It was humid out, enough to make you break out in a sweat as you waited for the others to return. When they finally did, they began piling in the car, and when you tried to join them, Steve stopped you for the second time that night.

"I want you to stay here," He said quietly, his gaze intense.

"You're joking," You scoffed, "You want me to stay here? Are you insane, Harrington? After the shit that he just pulled?"

"You knew this Reefer Rick guy, right?" Steve asked.

"Well, yeah, a little, but-"

"Then you're the only person who can stay behind without it looking suspicious," He explained. "We need someone to keep an eye out for anyone looking for Eddie, and if they find you instead, it'll make sense that you're here. Look, I don't wanna leave you here with the guy, but it's our best chance of keeping people from finding him."

"Don't make me stay here with him, Steve," You almost whined, "Please, don't leave me here."

"We'll be back in the morning, okay?" He reassured, pulling his keys out of his pocket. "I promise."

As Steve climbed in his car and drove off into the night, you stood on the edge of the road, fighting the urge to scream up at the sky.

"I should've stayed home," You sighed before turning heel and walking back to the boathouse. Eddie was waiting for you inside, leaning back against a shelf and staring at the doorway like he'd been expecting you to walk through any minute. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his weight shifted to one side and a scowl on his face.

"Look, I don't wanna be here anymore than you do," You said as you entered, "So I'll make this quick. I'm not doing this because I like you, I'm doing this because they do. I'll be in the house."

"Good, awesome, stay there," Eddie replied, "I don't wanna hear from you again unless it's important."

"Oh, that reminds me, I do have something important to tell you," You said in a mock-cheerful voice. Making your way over to him, you got as close to him as you could without being on top of him. Eddie raised a suspicious eyebrow at you, then you flipped the bird in his face.

"Very mature, Y/N," Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "When are you gonna grow up, huh?"

"I'll grow up when you grow a pair, Munson," You replied with a sickeningly sweet smile.

Turning to make your exit, you left the boathouse in a hurry, walking up the dark driveway to the backdoor and entering the house. Dust kicked off of the door as it opened, making you cough. Stepping inside, you sneezed a few times before finally getting a good look at the place. You'd never actually been inside Rick's house before, just out back to hang out and smoke.

It was kind of a dump.

Walking to the kitchen, you opened several cabinet doors before finding glasses. Plucking one off of the shelf, you rinsed it off in the sink and filled it with water, gulping it down and setting the glass to the side. You took a deep breath in and held it for a moment before releasing it, closing your eyes and praying for this all to end soon.

You made yourself comfortable in the living room, sitting on the old couch and coughing again as a small cloud of dust filled the air. You sat up and dusted the couch off as best as you could before laying down across the cushions and closing your eyes. Within minutes you felt sleep overcoming you, which wasn't much of a surprise given recent events. For the first time in days you allowed yourself a moment to rest.

After a few hours of tossing and turning and waking up to every little noise, the sound of the back door opening made you jolt awake. Eddie walked through the doorway, making eye contact with you and quickly looking away. You watched as he made his way down the hallway nearby, opening a door and closing it loudly behind him. Sighing, you sat up straight and crossed your legs, now wide awake. It was beginning to get light out, a deep blue sky peaking through the windows and illuminating the walls. You reached out to the side table to turn on a lamp, the warm yellow light brightening up the cold room. The sound of running water came from down the hall followed by the sound of the door swinging open and a light switch being flipped.

At least now you knew where the bathroom was.

"Sleep well?" Eddie asked, leaning over the back of the couch to look down at you.

"Would be better with some peace and quiet," You muttered. Eddie rolled his eyes and rounded the corner of the couch, coming to sit beside you and crossing his own legs on the cushions.

A long, uncomfortable silence grew between you, making you toy with the fabric of the couch to try and occupy your mind. Eddie was sitting dangerously close to you, close enough that your knees touched. The longer the silence carried out, the more restless you became.

"Can I ask you something?" Eddie asked, breaking the silence.

You shrugged. "I have a feeling you will anyway even if I say no, so shoot."

"Did you know?" He questioned, his words slow and drawn out. "Did you know about this... Upside Down stuff? I mean, the Demodogs and shit, whatever Dustin called them."

"Yeah, I knew," You sighed, leaning back into the cushions more. "I really wish I didn't, but I knew."

"How do you deal with it?" Eddie asked quietly. When you looked over at him his eyes were fixated on nothing, his lips pursed in a thin line and skin looking paler than normal. "I mean, how do you even sleep at night knowing that shit is out there?"

"I don't," You scoffed, "Or I try not to think about it."

Eddie shook his head. "I just don't get it, man."

"None of us do, welcome to the club," You said, gently slugging him on the back of his shoulder. "Speaking of the club, what the hell was all that back there? You seriously wanted to fight Steve Harrington?"

"I didn't want to," Eddie said, "But I was ready to."

"You are impossible," You sighed, standing from the couch. "I don't get it, Eddie. You were my best friend. What do you have against Steve that made it so hard to be around me anymore?"

"For starters, he's an asshole," He replied with a chuckle, "Secondly, you never heard the way he talked about you when you weren't around. I was stuck in classes with him all the time his Senior year and it was miserable."

"Yeah? What did he say?" You asked, your interest piqued as you turned to face him. You crossed your arms over your chest and chewed on your lower lip, wondering if Eddie was telling the truth, or just trying to get a reaction out of you.

"I don't even want to repeat the things he said about you, Y/N."

Eddie's words hung heavily in the air, making you shift uncomfortably. "Can you at least give me a rough idea?"

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, a somewhat devious look hiding behind his gaze. He stood from his place on the couch, moving closer to you until he was so close you had to start backing up to keep some space between you. His hands were shoved in his front pockets, head cocked to one side as he kept advancing on you.

"You really wanna know?" He asked, his tone low and rough. You nodded as he kept backing you further and further away, swallowing hard. It was becoming more and more difficult to differentiate whether or not you were infuriated with him, or absolutely enchanted by him. Something in the air had shifted the second he stood up, and was ever changing as he closed in on you.

"If you really want to know," Eddie started, wetting his lips. "His favorite thing to talk about was how he couldn't help imagining how cute you would look sitting in his lap. Sometimes he'd talk about your pretty mouth, and how he always wondered if it can do more than just talk too fucking much."

"He did not say that, quit making shit up," You snorted. Your back collided with the wall behind you, gently knocking the air out of your lungs. With nowhere left to go, you watched as Eddie stood before you, placing both hands on either side of you on the wall, trapping you between his arms.

"He didn't, but I'm sure he wondered," Eddie went on, "I mean, who wouldn't? I'm sure he wondered about what you looked like writhing underneath him, too. Or maybe he couldn't stop thinking about what you sounded like while you're riiiight on the edge. I'd bet money that he's gotten off to the idea of you cumming so hard around him that you can't even think straight."

"Are we... still talking about Steve?" You asked in a small voice. Your entire body felt hot, like there was a fire lit under your skin that you couldn't seem to put out. It was hard to convince yourself that you didn't want him to rip your clothes off and have his way with you with the way he was staring you down.

Eddie leaned in, grabbing your chin between his fingers to pull you closer, the tip of his nose touching yours. "What do you think?"

With that, the gap between you closed, your lips meeting in the middle and your bodies melding together. You were basically putty in his hands, which were gripping your waist so tightly you thought your ribs might snap. His mouth moved against yours in a perfect rhythm as he turned his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss. Your hands had made themselves at home by gripping the front of his jean vest, knuckles going white as he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

The longer he held you up against that wall, the harder it became to slow your breathing. His touch was overwhelmingly intense, leaving you a breathless, gasping mess at his mercy. While one part of you desperately wanted him to have his way with you, another part of you couldn't help thinking back on all of the ways he had hurt you in the past, or made you angry, or treated you like his enemy rather than someone he was once friends with. You decided to use that anger, letting one hand drift up to his tangled hair. Gripping his curls tightly you gave them a harsh tug, eliciting a deep growl from Eddie.

His mouth abandoned yours when you pulled his hair, his eyes drifting open slowly and revealing a look of pure sin that made you shiver. Your mouth hung slack as he stared you down, your breath mingling with his and a jolt of excitement shooting through you. The hands on your waist drifted down to your hips and under your shirt, his fingertips sinking into your skin. You hissed as his rings made contact, the metal cold against your warm flesh.

"That's how it's going to be, huh?" Eddie asked, yanking you forward and grinding your hips into his.

"That's how it's always been, Munson."

Eddie emitted another harsh growl that mingled with soft laughter on its way out. You felt a familiar wetness pool inside your jeans at the sound he made alone, your arousal growing stronger when his lips collided with yours again in a heated, hungry kiss. Everything about the exchange felt intoxicating; the warmth of his hands sliding up your back beneath your shirt, the soft moans he let out through his nose as he kissed you, the way his bangs tickled your face. Everything was overwhelming and you couldn't keep it together anymore.

You wrapped your arms around Eddie's neck, effectively closing any space that remained between your bodies. He sighed into the kiss, pulling you away from the wall and moving you backwards until you found yourself in the hallway. He broke the kiss and grabbed you by the hand, guiding you down the hallway to an empty bedroom. A full-sized bed sat in the middle of the room, white sheets and blankets a mess and the pillows scattered about. It was a staunch reminder that you were in someone else's home.

"Eddie, I don't know about this," You said hesitantly, turning to face him. "I don't think Rick would appreciate us sleeping in his bed."

"Sweetheart, the last thing we'll be doing in this bed is sleeping," Eddie breathed in your ear, "What Rick doesn't know won't hurt him."

With that, Eddie gave you a gentle shove backwards, making you fall onto the disheveled bed. While you were busy finding your bearings, he climbed on top of you, making himself at home between your legs. His large belt buckle- a handcuff, how fitting- gently brushed over your clothed clit, making you gasp softly. You bit your lip to try and stifle the noises you wanted to make as he carefully pressed himself against you, the hardness in his jeans making it very difficult to concentrate on anything else. He let out a soft chuckle above you, making you very aware of the advantage he had over you currently.

"What's the matter?" He asked in a taunting voice, "Having a hard time imagining Steve in my place?"

"Oh for Christ's sake, I never wanted Steve," You snapped, slightly annoyed as you sat up on your elbows. "I don't know where the hell you even got that idea from."

"What do you want, then?" He asked. His eyes were lidded and dark as he stared down at you like he was ready to pounce on you any moment.

"I want you, Eddie."

"Do you... really wanna do this?" He asked, his tone a little more serious this time. You took note of the way his eyebrows turned up at the inner corners, a concerned look flooding his features as if he was realizing for the first time what he was doing.

"Yes," You said with confidence, "Yes, Eddie, I want this."

With the green light, Eddie was on you in moments, capturing your lips in yet another hot kiss as he ground his hips into yours, forcing a long, drawn out moan out of you that was muffled by the kiss. His mouth left yours to trail sloppy, wet kisses down the side of your face, to your jaw, before attaching to your neck. One of his hands was resting on the other side of your neck, his fingertips brushing against your jaw while he worked on marking your throat with his tongue and teeth. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a shaky breath, raising your hips up off of the bed to try and gain some friction where you desperately needed it most.

Eddie took the hint and used his body weight to force you back down into the mattress, his cock pressed flush up against you. Electricity shot up your spine at the sensation, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you threw your head back into the scratchy blanket. Eddie carried on grinding into you as he pushed your shirt up your torso, revealing your bra to him and making you tremble as his fingertips brushed your delicate skin.

"How cute," He said with a small smile, toying with the fabric. "You wear this little number for me?"

"In your dreams, Munson. I didn't even know I'd be seeing you today when I put this on," You shot back, rolling your eyes at him.

"You knew you'd be seeing Steve, though," Eddie said, drawing out his words. "Did you wear this to impress him, sweetheart?"

"God, when are you gonna stop talking about Steve?" You asked impatiently, sitting up on your elbows again to give Eddie a deadly glare.

"I'll stop talking about Steve when you start proving to me you don't want him," Eddie replied, a toothy grin on his face. "So far, I'm not convinced. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you started screaming his name instead of mine when I fuck you senseless here in a minute."

Your breath got caught in your throat. Was his always this... Perverted? You weren't even sure if that was the right word for it. Either way, he had a way with words, and without even knowing it, he had talked you into doing exactly what he wanted. Accepting the challenge, you shoved Eddie off of you, forcing him onto his back and swapping your positions. He sat up straight as you rested your legs on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap and kissing him hard.

Soft laughter echoed in his chest as you took control, all but ripping his vest and leather jacket from his body and tossing them to the floor. Eddie slipped his hands under your shirt again, lifting it over your head and discarding it with his jacket. His hands trailed from your collarbones and over your breasts, still concealed by your bra. You sighed into the kiss as he squeezed hard over the material, grinding down against him and smiling at the choked noise that came from his throat.

By now the sun was beginning to come up, and you guessed it was likely early dawn, maybe around seven. Eddie all but tore his shirt away, tossing it into clothing purgatory. An overwhelming need washed over you as he unhooked your bra then reached out to gently stroke your hardening nipple with the pad of his thumb. His lower lip was pulled between his teeth, a look of pure concentration painting his features, eyes glued to your exposed chest.

"You just gonna stare, or are you gonna do something?" You asked, eyeing him down and flinching when he gently pinched the tip between his thumb and index finger.

"You have no idea what I'm going to do to you, Y/N," Eddie sighed out, tearing his gaze away from your naked chest to look you in the eye. "Not a clue."

"Then maybe you should shut up and do it already," You replied, eliciting a toothy grin from him. As if something inside of him snapped, he was quick to move you out of his lap and onto your back again, harshly pulling your jeans from your legs, leaving you only in your underwear. The cool morning air hit the soaked fabric, making you shiver.

Eddie latched onto one of your nipples with his mouth, his tongue circling the tip softly. You couldn't help moaning and arching your back off the bed, letting your eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation. When his ringed fingers slipped past the waistband of your panties and glided over your opening, you whined noisily, your hips moving against your will. He still had yet to touch you where you really, truly wanted him to, and it was going to make you lose your senses.

"Eddie, please," You whispered, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger.

"'Please' what, sweetheart?" Eddie asked teasingly, looking up at you through his lashes. "You're gonna have to do better than that to get what you want."

"Please touch me," You sighed, every ounce of dignity evacuating your body and brain. All you cared about in that moment was Eddie; his hands, his lips, his stupid, shit-eating grin, everything was Eddie. Nothing else mattered, you just wanted him, and nothing else.

"Is that what you want?" He asked, "You want me to do this?"

As he spoke, his finger began circling your clit, egging a groan from you as he finally gave you what you'd been craving. Based on your reaction, Eddie seemed to give in, pressing more firmly against the nerve and spreading around the wetness found there. It was even harder to hold back now as your mouth fell open in a loud, breathy moan. As he kept up a steady pace stroking you, you couldn't seem to stop the noises that came out of your throat, broken curse words high-pitched whines filling the air. A moan of his own found its way out as he touched you, bringing his finger to his lips and sticking it in his mouth. His eyes were locked with yours in a heated glare as he sucked your juices off of his finger. The sight alone was enough to make your jaw drop.

"Oh my god, seriously, you two?"

Steve's voice startled you both, making you instinctively cover your bare torso with the blanket. He was standing in the doorway, a vase in one hand and an annoyed look on his face. Eddie helped cover you up, shooting Steve a look that could kill.

"Steve, what the hell?" You yelled back.

"I told you we would be back, don't give me that shit. I thought someone found you guys," Steve replied, looking anywhere that wasn't at you. "Would you two knuckleheads please just get dressed and meet us outside? Jesus Christ."

With that, Steve slammed the door shut, leaving you and Eddie in silence. You pulled the blanket up over your face, groaning into the fabric and squeezing your eyes shut. Eddie slipped under the blanket as well, trailing kisses up your middle until he reached your face. You opened your eyes and stared up at him, your lower lip stuck out in a soft pout. He smiled down at you and placed a long, sweet kiss to your lips before pulling back. He placed one hand on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking the skin there.

"Harrington can wait another five minutes. I'm not done."

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azucarmorena97 · 8 months

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BTS as Cliched School Tropes || (Hyung Line)

High school's over and now, the real world is at their fingertips. Let's see how the boys fair at University!

Maknae line here <3

1.) Jin: The Preppy Rich Kid

incredibly rich

incredibly dumb Not that invested in his education

Is actually pretty sweet once you get to know him (even if he is an incorrigible flirt)

throws a lot of parties bc his parents are always busy/out of town

gets overcharged for weed all the time

actually really lonely You look over at him, the moonlight seeping in through his sheer curtains shining on his face- it makes him look almost angelic. "Can I tell you something?" He asks, speech slurring slightly. You can hear the loud music and occasional cheering coming from downstairs, but he's completely unfazed. "Sure..." You're not quite sure why, but your stomach is whirring around, and your heart is beating rapidly in your chest. "You're the most amazing girl I've ever met." You blink slowly, unsure if you heard what you think you did, "What?" "You heard me," He says, finally turning to look at you. You blush and look down at your hands, unsure of what to say. "You don't belong here, you know." You scrunch your brows in confusion, "What does that mean?" "You've got an entire future to make for yourself- dreams to achieve. All of those people downstairs...me...this is all we're ever gonna be." Your heart breaks at his words, "Jin, that's not true. You've got-" He cuts you off mid-sentence, "Y/n... can you just hold me for a bit?" You're caught by surprise by his request, but you immediately sit up, wordlessly inviting him into you and within seconds, he's moving closer and leaning his entire body onto yours. His hair gently tickles your nose but you don't dare adjust yourself. In this moment, he's not the obnoxious skirt chaser that you see around on campus all the time- no, in this moment, he's small- almost childlike- and he's yours...if only for the moment. 2.) Suga: Stoner/Bad Boy

Rarely smiles in public

Reserved

Is pretty intimidating and unapproachable at first glance

Actually pretty loyal and loving

Overcharges Jin for weed (and other "party favors")

has a pretty tough home life You've seen him here in that same spot every single day; leaned up against a car, joint tucked behind his ear, sun glasses over his eyes, a bored yet vigilant expression on his face. You've never been one to mind someone else' business but you are, admittedly, very intrigued by him. Something about the way he watches people go by, the way he taps the ash off of his cigarettes- even the way he lowers his glasses to meet people's eyes. He's kind of...beautiful. You're snapped out of your thoughts by him waving his hand at you slightly, to which you respond by immediately lowering your gaze back to the open textbook in your lap. "Oh God," You mutter, completely embarrassed. Caught staring- what a rookie. "Hey!" You hear him call out but it takes you a moment to force yourself to look back up. When you do, he has a smirk on his face, almost as though he delights in flustering you. You turn side to side, making absolutely certain he's talking to you. Me? You mouth, pointing at yourself. He nods, and for the first time, you see him smile. You almost don't even know what to do when he starts making his way over to you. Your instinct is to scramble to shove everything in your bag, but you freeze like a deer in headlights. "Hey," He says. "Hi." "You spying on me?" He asks, though you can't tell if he's asking seriously or not. You furrow your brows, "No?" You motion to the book in your lap and show him the high lighter in your hand. "You sure? Because I'm pretty sure I've seen you here like, every day for the past two weeks." "Well, it is a public park, you know?" You can't help but catch a tiny bit of an attitude, seeing as how he's inferring that you only come to the park to see him. He chuckles, "True...," He crouches down to meet your eye level this time, "what's you name?" "Y/n..." "Y/n," He repeats, as though he's savoring each letter, "I like it. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He says it so simply, like flirting is nothing for him, meanwhile you already feel your cheeks heating up and your heart beating just a bit faster. "Wh-what's yours?" You ask, clearing your throat as you try to sound nonchalant. "Well, most people call me Suga but you...you can call me Yoongi." "Yoongi." This time, it's your turn to taste. "Y/n, what would you say if i asked you for your number?" You can't help the small smile that forms on your face, not having expected such a bold request. "I...don't know. Why don't you try it and we'll see what happens." He laughs, "Okay, fine...Y/n, may I please have your number?" "Hm...I suppose I could." "Oh, you 'suppose', do you?" He laughs, reaching into his back pocket to get out his phone, handing it over to you, "Here. Type it in." You comply, saving your number under your name followed by an emoji of an open book, "There." "Perfect," He says, a smug smile on his face, "Maybe I'll shoot you a text later and we can hang out some time." You nod, "Sounds good." As he's getting up, his sunglasses that he's hung on his collar fall off and land in the grass. "Oh, you're glasses," You say, picking them up and trying to hand them to him, "Keep 'em." "You sure?" "Positive. You'd look way more beautiful in them than I ever could," He says, flashing that same smile he'd shown minutes before. He turns around and walks back to his car, the engine roaring to life as he hops in. Within minutes of him pulling off, you hear a ding coming from your phone, revealing a text notification from an unknown number, ##: 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥.

3.) Jhope: Dorky Best Friend

Funniest guy you know

gets along with like, everyone

shameless flirt

loyal

golden retriever central

definitely in love with you (think Pretty in Pink) "Hoseok, enough!" You say in between laughs, "We have to finish this lab." He sighs loudly, "Oh come on, let's just go get some coffee. Live on the wild side once in a while." You sternly shake your head, "Nope. We already 'lived on the wild side' last week when you wanted to get out of Statistics." He rolls his eyes, "Fine. Party pooper." A few minutes go by before he's gently tugging on your sleeve, "Y/nnnnnnnn..." He wines quietly. You look over at him to see he's fully puppy-dog-eyeing you. "Hoseok, how do you even pass your classes?" He shrugs, "My good looks and irresistible charm." You can't help the loud belly laugh that erupts out of you, "You're the literal worst." "Nah," He smiles smugly, "You love me." This time you're the one rolling your eyes, though admittedly, something in his smile makes you feel... "Do I?" You ask, ignoring the present butterflies in your stomach. "Of course you do. And guess what?" "What?" "I love you too," He says, completely unabashed, eyes fixed on you, lips pulled into a soft smile. Your cheeks get hot and you have to look away, "Just do the lab, you oaf." "Anything for you." 4.) Namjoon: Class President

full of himself

used to have a pretty strict no dating policy for himself. Dating is a distraction. See below

cannot get you off his mind

cocky as all hell

serious about his studies and becoming a politician

attention whore good at public speaking "Ugh, can we just take a break," You whine, throwing yourself backwards onto his bed. He tries desperately to ignore the little sliver of exposed torso, looking up at the ceiling as he speaks, "No breaks. You hired me to tutor you, and tutor is what I'm going to do." "Hire you? You're doing it for community service credits." "Ok, doesn't mean I don't have to do a good job." You roll your eyes, "Just give up. I'm a lost cause," You pull a pillow over your face, seriously considering whether or not to end it all right then and there. "Oh, come on," He gets up from his desk chair and makes his way over to sit next to you, "It's not over. We just gotta find your angle, you know? A way for you to understand the material." "But we've been at this for a week already and I've yet to learn one thing," You say exasperatedly into the pillow. He allows himself to fall back next to you, eyes fixed on the ceiling still, though this time it's to get some thinking done, "How about this- let's try for one more hour. If we get some reading done for your chemistry class, we can go take a break somewhere else," He looks over at you, automatically fighting a laugh at how ridiculously childish you look. You say something, though it's muffled and hard to understand. "What?" Again, he strains to understand but it's no use. "Y/n, I can't understand you. Take the pillow off your damn face." "I said-" You throw the pillow off exasperatedly, though when you turn toward him, your breath catches in your throat; his face only inches from yours. Instantly, there's something there- something you both feel. A connection: thick and heavy. Wordlessly, you stare for what feels like minutes. This boy who had essentially been forced to tutor you, who had been #1 on your list of most-hated people...looks completely different in this light. Almost...completely human. "Y/n..." The lowness of his voice makes your stomach feel like it's doing flips. "Yeah..." You say breathlessly. "I think we should take a break now." Slowly, he leans in, eyes closing gently, before his lips finally touch yours; gently and slowly at first, but as the seconds go by, it becomes deeper and more intense. "Namjoon." "Mm?" "I think I understand the chemistry homework now."

That's all for the hyung line! Maknae line coming soon <3

#bts x reader #bts #jin #suga #namjoon #ramponsta #rm #jhope #bts imagine #love #fluff #bts fanfic

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Plsss can u do a Sungmin (fantasy boys) fic where he is ur academic rival and ends up being roomates with u? And while your in the living room one day, you say something that absolutely pisses him off, causing him to drag you to his room and tie you up while he fucks you all while degrading you and just being a mean sadist in general? Omggg i love ur fics

You and sungmin have known each other since freshman year in high school both of you were always on top with the highest scores in your grade the only problem was you hated it, sungmin always won no matter what you did you could stay up all night studying and he would still beat you by a point and after come up to you showing off as his friends laugh in the back making you more annoyed so when collage comes around and you find out both of you would be roommates you tried everything in your power to change with someone else ( well no it didn't work)

You can't deny the fact sungmin is very good looking but with his snobby attitude living with him would be a nightmare.

It's been about 4 weeks since you two lived together, and it's been nothing but hell. You two seem to argue over the smallest things. One day you were sitting in the living room scrolling on your phone as you toned out the noise coming from the TV hearing the front door open you sigh ready to be met with an annoying sungmin coming back from hanging with his friends.

Walking through the door sungmin takes off his shoes while putting his jacket on the rack, ignoring your presence he walks to the kitchen going into the fridge looking for a drink he brought, not being able to find it he goes in the living room. " Where's the drink I put in the fridge the other day?" He says getting annoyed," not bothering to look up from your phone, you tell him. " How am I supposed to know where it is? " You replied with a little attitude standing up to head to your room. Before you could pass, sungmin grabs your arm, pulling you back. " im not done talking to you yet. Don't be a brat," he says with a straight face, voice deeper than usual.

Being fed up with him you say "YOUR NOT MY DAD SUNGMIN I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU SO LET ME GO" you say getting mad at him for grabbing you thinking he would let go he only holds your wrist tighter. " Who are you talking to HUH? All I did was ask you a question why are you being a bitch?" ... me ? Why are you being a jerk? Your so annoying you know that? Why does everyone like you in the first place? You aren't special in fact you wanna know what happened to your stupid drink? FINE I threw it away you idiot you think you're so smart when you are just dumb peace of shi- before you could get it out he wraps his hand around your neck squeezing it hard while staring you in the eyes as your face start to change color.

"I'm the dumb peace of shit? Well, let's see just how dumb I can make you, " he says with a devilish glare, letting go of your neck and pulling you toward his room. Throwing you on his bed he gets on top of you not wasting anytime before his lips attach to yours sucking feverishly as he smirks into the kiss as he hears the loud gasps you let out feeling him undo your bra. Having enough, you try to push him off, making him reach into the nearby drawer and pulling out a little rope before tying your hand on the bed frame.

Taking off his shirt, he sees the hint of fear and neediness in your eyes before smirking and grabbing your neck once again, this time making the kiss much deeper. He slowly moves down to your neck while his right hand plays with your now harden nipple as you accidentally let out a little moan, making sungmin look up at you.

"What a little whore does this turn you on?" He says in a cocky tone moving down to pull your pj shorts down discovering you have nothing else on down there he smirks using his left hand to balance himself up and moves his right hand down to rub on your clit " how pathetic I've barely did anything and your already wet for me" he says laughing "you hate me so much but your clit is so thirsty for my touch " he says with a disgusted face inserting a finger before taking it back out watching as you held in a moan "why so quite baby? You had a lot to say earlier ... well if you won't say anything I guess I'll have to fuck it out of you " he says inserting two fingers inside of you at once not giving you time to prepare he moves his fingers in and out at a fast pace as you lay there fighting your moans seeing this he adds in a third finger making you finally release out a loud moan as he hits all of the right spots

Not being able to escape due to the rope on your wrist, you try and close your legs only for him to slam them back open. before you could release, he takes his fingers out, looking at the shock expression on your face. "Oh? what's wrong? You didn't think I'd let you off that easy, did you? " He says before stepping off the bed undoing his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers, as he notices you trying to look away he gets back on the bed and grabs your face Turing you to face him " why are you looking away baby girl? Scared?"

Rubbing his now harden memeber he slowly pushes into you making you yelp and choke on your saliva as he waste no time thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace not giving you anytime to adjust to his size. " look at me" he says voice 10× deeper seeing you cover your now red face, wrapping his big hand around your little neck squeezing a little but just enough to have you wheezing over his strength as you dig into his skin with your nails as u moan like no tomorrow. His thrust starting to get harder and faster. "Look at you go dumb over me already," he says with a cocky smirk. "You like being treated like this, don't you ?" Slowing down his pace a little. "Dumb just for me" , your my dumb little whore right? He says, making you look at him again. " Answer me," he says, squeezing the sides of your throat, trying to say yes, but instead, it comes out as another loud moan "huh? what's that?" He says, leaning in your face."You talk a lot of shit but can't speak now?"

Sungmin effortlessly untying the rope that held your hands together, he turns you around not wasting anytime before you feel him push back in now fucking you from behind...

t- too m- much u say in between moans trying to push him away as he grabs your hand with his left one holding it behind your back before saying " quit being a bitch and take me you whore" making him speed up even faster. Sungmin watches as your head falls into the pillow, crying from the roughness and pleasure only for him to grab your hair and lift you back up your back now pressed against his chest.

Sungmin watches as you get weaker and weaker neck covered with purple marks, legs shaking, and your upper body giving out as you put your face back in the pillow as you try to hold yourself up. Feeling sungmin tighten up his grip on your hair you can feel his thrust start to get sloppy and desperate " fuck I'm so close " he says letting out a deep moan throwing his head back, hitting all of the right spots sungmin waste no time before shooting his white fluid inside of you before pulling all the way out as you both breath heavily as sungmin falls down on the bed laying next to you, " your still a jerk " you say looking at his casual cocky smile.

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Screaming at this, I hope it's good. I tried lol I'm so bad at writing smut 😭

#fantasy boys #fantasy boys hard hours #fantasy boys smut #hong sungmin #hong sungmin smut #sungmin smut #kpop smut #kpop hard hours

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rattyshipss · 5 months

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reader having killer social anxiety, and Flash taking care of all the social interactions 🫶

he would definitely give both his and the reader’s order when they go eat outside, or pass calls for them. If reader has to talk in front of the class (for a presentation or something) Flash obviously can’t do it for them, but he so helps them through it and reassures them that they did good right after :’)

Of course!🥰 I relate to this on a DEEP level omg (G/n reader)

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You and Flash were heading out of class as it ended when you were stopped by Brad. "Hey guysss, wanna come over to my place after school? I'm throwing a party but you two obviously get early access and I'm totally not just saying that so you guys can help me set up."

Flash was busy on his phone so Brad looked towards you for a reply. Eyes wide as you gestured with your head towards Flash, nudging him as subtly as possible to get his attention, he immediately knew what that meant. "Oh, uhm... maybe, we'd love too man but we might just be too busy but if we're able to we'll totally come!" Brad nodded, content with the answer. "Alright cool, I'll save you guys some pizza just incase!"

Brad exited the classroom, leaving you and Flash to finish gathering your stuff. Flash looked towards you, rubbing your arm to help comfort you. "I figured this way you'd have time to decide if you wanna go or not and if not we have an easy out." Flash smiled before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the classroom.

This was just one of the moments he helped you out with for your anxiety, and he was more than happy to.

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Whenever you and Flash went out to eat together, which was often because as much he loved taking you out to the fanciest most high end places he also loved you out for cute little fast food dates, he always ordered for you. He had no problem with it, if something he did could help you feel better in any way he'd do it, he didn't care what it was.

The epitome of the "They asked for no pickles" meme. Flash would just automatically do it at this point, knowing how awkward it can feel to have to ask for him to order for you with the server staring at you expectingly. Sometimes he'd even get you comfortable in a booth before he goes up to order so the server doesn't look to you and ask for your order before he can get it out.

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As much as he wanted to say some dumb joke when he answered the phone for you he knew better than to do that, not wanting to upset you he remained mature until the phone call ended before updating you on what they said.

A similar rule applied when you had to be involved in public speaking, although he couldn't do it for you he's help you prepare in any way he can, only throwing out a few jokes here and there to take your mind off of it. The day of the presentation he's your rock, letting you ramble to him as much as you need about your fears, reminding you of how well you're gonna do and how once it's over all you have to do is come relax with him. Purposefully trying to sit near the back of the class so he can give you a giant hug without the prying eyes of your classmates and tell you how proud of you he is.

He'd never ever diminish your anxiety, although he doesn't personally struggle with it to the same extent you do he knows it's very much a real thing and an incredibly tough thing to deal with and he's honestly so impressed at how strong you are for getting through all the effects of it. He's so so proud of you for living with anxiety. He just hopes his dumb jokes don't annoy you too much.

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@lxsm2 I hope you like it!🥰 Anxiety/social anxiety is the absolute devil so I hope this can help even a little bit🥺💖

#request #requests #ask #asks #flash thompson #spiderman #flash thompson imagines #flash thompson imagine #flash thompson x reader #eugene thompson #eugene thompson x reader #eugene thompson imagines #eugene thompson imagine #imagines #imagine #x reader

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greypetrel · 9 months

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🌟OC Tag Game🌟

Thank you to the lovely @shivunin for tagging me and... Oh damn. It's hard I can't decide shit!

I'm keeping this on Dragon Age OCs, with the originals... I'm not ready to dig up old OCs from high schools, no sirree.

Favourite OC: Aisling is the one I'm having the most fun with, honestly. She's a ray of sunshine and she's just good and fun to write and I like dressing her up in 104958040 different AUs. I have particular affection for Raina because she's just such a fire dumpster and I want to hug her.

Newest OC: Mh, I think the latest one that was developed was Garrett. I wanted to play a Fenris romance and just went for most basic Hawke... I got affectionate and added him too in my canon.

Oldest OC: Alyra. I made her when I first purchased Origins and tried to play it... In 2015. But I was playing on an old pc that was a champion of base jumping from my desk (thanks cats). I couldn't go past the Korcari Wilds because whenever I played the game the pc just... Switched off on its own after 15 minutes. Playing was stressful and I left it on the side. Alyra was there to wait for me when I changed to a decent gaming pc and downloaded Origins again. She was there huffing and scolding me because I was so late.

Meanest OC: Radha, hands down. Radha speaks very little and observes, she's good at reading people and has an iron memory. She is chill and in spite of a resting bitch face, won't quarrel with you most often. But when she does? Oh man she just has sharp words to hit you right when it hurts, and without many embellishments. She will serve you the worst parts of your personality right in your face, without even flinching.

Softest OC: One would think it's Aisling, but I think that actually it's Raina. Raina just craves some comprehension and is surprisingly tender when she likes you and sense you're upset. She's incredibly caring if she likes you for real and you show her that you care for her and don't mind if she eats food from the ground.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Alyra. She cares for people and will work extra hours to make sure everyone has enough to eat and will survive the night without getting eaten by a bear... She won't show anything. She is very open when she judges you and doesn't look like an easy person to approach, at all. Hates losing time, and loathes small talk.

Dumbest (affectionate) OC: Raina as in "not so knowledgeable", LOL. She's not stupid meaning she's dumb, but she is horrible at coping with her own feelings... She is too restless to sit there and read, unless she's very interested. Surprisingly, she has a knack for languages. Will take an accent in no time, and when Merrill will try to teach her Elven, she'll pick it up easily.

Smartest OC: I think it's a tie between Aisling and Radha. Aisling is for anything practical and scientific. She'll click with Dorian because they reason in a very, very similar way that can combine easily. She has idea for practical stuff, has a terrific memory and a proactive mind: she can and will try and bend spells and get them better. Radha is all for historical knowledge and is probably the most emotionally intelligent of the bunch. She craves in knowledge and is very curious, will stay up at night reading of everything and everyone. Loves non-fiction. She's more for humanities and theory.

OC I'd Probably Be Friends With: Ouch. I think that the one I'd be the most friend with is Radha. She loves reading and doesn't feel the pressure to speak, I like to talk but also to stay silent and do things together without much speaking. Also, we're both history nerds, LOL. Or Aisling out of let's befriend animals together and pet that one thing that maybe doesn't want to be petted (... I petted a swan, once. It was soft. I still don't know why the bird didn't attack me), and honestly will love the hugs. And Garrett, he may be a gym bro, but he's very chill and curious as per everything magic. Raina would be lovely but Raina's an extrovert. He's funny and an introvert, great for netflix and chill and commenting shit over tv shows.

Tagging: @ndostairlyrium @idolsgf @scribbledquillz and YOU who are reading (seriously it's been a long day and my brain is mushy send word if you'd like a tag!)

#oc tag game #tagged petrel #dragon age oc #radha will not get on the mean side so easily... But once you do good luck.#Alyra is a predator she's on energetical saving #she's so venomous with the Guerrins because she has them around #if they left for Orlais or the Marches or wherever she wouldn't care one bit #Radha would chase them down so they can't hurt anyone else... after morally destroying them.

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whatsnewalycat · 2 years

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Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 2: Loaded

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Binge drinking, recreational cannabis use, mention of cocaine use, smoking, swearing, nsfw, dirty talk, movie nerd shit, end of season 2 canon, attempts at humor, vulnerable Javi, touch-starved reader, hookup culture, PIV sex, unprotected sex, cheating kind of, use of daddy in a sexual context

Summary: In 1993, you met Javier Peña in San Antonio. You made an emotional and physical connection with him. Now it's 1998 and you're starting a new chapter of life in Laredo with your fiancé. And who else walks back into the picture, but the man who left you high and dry five years ago.

Notes: Music is a big inspiration in writing this, so I'm making a Spotify playlist for each chapter. Playlist for this chapter. I really wanted to make something where Javi can be soft, vulnerable, goofy, etc. Because CUTE. I've written a few chapters ahead and cross-posted on AO3 here. Let me know what ya think!! Pls be gentle because this is my first attempt at fan fiction in ages.

Chapter 1

Apartment #303, Timberhill Commons, San Antonio, TX

December 1, 1993

In addition to going to school full time to get your master’s degree in education, you work at a video rental store, which you both love and hate. You love it because you get to talk to people about movies. You hate it because your social battery runs dry quickly. So on nights like this, when everyone and their mother is coming in to rent movies, you are completely depleted by the time you clock out.

You’ve been sitting in your car staring up at your apartment for 10 minutes. There’s a particular neon OPEN sign illuminating your living room that Michelle only turns on when she is throwing a party. She didn’t tell you anything about a party, so you’re dreading what you’ll find when you open the door. There’s weed and a tiny bit of coke in your room that you’ve been saving for a rainy day. Today is that day. You take a deep breath in and exit the vehicle.

Even before you reach your door, you’re relieved to know you’ve grossly overestimated how many people are in the apartment. It’s just about as quiet as any other night. In fact, when you open the door, there’s nobody in the common areas. Michelle’s radio and the very obvious sounds of sex are emanating from behind her closed door. You wander over to the neon light to shut it off. There’s a bottle of whiskey (emptied halfway) and two shot glasses on the table.

You stare at the setup for a bit, contemplating whether or not to take a shot yourself. Considering how dead inside you’re feeling, in combination with the soundtrack of Michelle getting railed, it’s pretty easy to decide.

Fuck it.

After filling both glasses to the brim, you take one, then the other, and grimace. If you have to hang out with another fucking weirdo- Not that Javier was weird, he was actually pretty nice but whatever- god help you, you aren’t going to be sober for it. You fight your body’s urge to send the liquor back out your mouth. Once the warmth settles in your belly, you go into your room, change out of your work clothes, into an oversized black and white striped sweater and a pair of black bike shorts. You stretch out on your full-sized bed next to the rolling tray to roll a joint.

Thankfully, the radio playing in Chelle’s room mostly mutes the heavy panting and wet slapping noises she’s making with her friend, but you keep having flashbacks of making yourself cum to those sounds two nights ago. It made you feel… decidedly uncomfortable with yourself. But you’ve always had a voyeuristic hunger that you feed occasionally.

Regardless, you’d like to tune it out today. You put the headphones of your portable CD player on and press play. The world melts away as you spark your joint and listen to Primal Scream’s Loaded.

Just what is it that you want to do?

Well, we wanna be free to do what we wanna do.

And we wanna get loaded.

And we wanna have a good time.

You’re completely elevated, staring at the popcorn ceiling above your bed as you sway your head and hands to the music. The two shots of whiskey are helping you feel loose. The tensions of being around too many humans for too long while working start to fade away.

After you have some time to fully zone out and decompress, you’re ready to join the land of the living. You pull your headphones off to listen to your surroundings, confirming that Michelle and her guest have migrated back into the living room.

You consider staring at the ceiling for the rest of the night instead of emerging, but you think it’s actually Javier you hear. This piques your interest. He and Michelle obviously have a “thing” going on, but you can’t help but have a crush on him. Whenever you think about the tender way he held your hand, which has happened more often in the past 2 days than you’d like to admit, a wistful smile plays on your lips.

I’ll just go say hi and have a drink with them.

As soon as you open your bedroom door, it becomes apparent that you need to drink much more in order to chill with them. Michelle is sitting practically on top of Javier on the couch, essentially screaming into his face, telling him a story about one of her clients at the hair salon. He’s giggling.

Fucking giggling, seriously?

“Jesus Christ how much have you two been drinking?” you grab a shot glass from the kitchen then join them in the living room, sitting on the floor across the coffee table.

“OH MY GOD, BABE,” Michelle hollers at you, noticing your presence, then continues to slur, “Javi and I were playing ‘never have I ever’ but taking shots instead of sips.”

Your eyes involuntarily flick to Javier’s face when she says Javi and you make eye contact. This is the first time you’ve seen him in a fully lit room, and it really didn’t help this whole crush thing. He has the warmest dark brown eyes. His entire presence is warm, which you find surprising because when you met him, initially he seemed to be much more… intense and intimidating. His face is flushed; clearly he and Michelle have been drinking heavily for some time.

Your eyes meet and he has a goofy smile, so you can’t help but fucking beam. What a cutie.

“I guess I have some catching up to do… Or, is it ok if I hang out with you two or are you trying to be all uh…” you falter and look down at the floor to hide that you’re blushing, “on a date or something? I don’t want to intrude.”

“Babe, please, join us,” Michelle insists and looks from you to Javi.

He adds in a teasing tone, “Yeah, babe, we’d love a third.”

And the fucker winks at you. Your entire face starts radiating heat because of how hard you’re blushing. You know that was his goal. He’s just picking on you. But you let your mind wander to the concept of being their third for one second…

And snap out of it before your heart beats out of your chest.

“Fuck off,” You snort at him as you pour a shot. He feigns offense. You swallow the whiskey while rolling your eyes.

The three of you played two rounds of “never have I ever” (like teenagers), in which Javier discloses he has not done cocaine like you and Michelle, which is fine. But then casually mentions that he is a DEA agent and is home on leave from his assignment in Columbia, where he’s trying to arrest Pablo fucking Escobar.

“Shut the fuck up. Are you serious?” You ask loudly in your outside (drunk) voice. He nods.

Michelle leans in towards him and coos, “That’s actually really sexy.”

A hollow laugh escapes him. He focuses on the floor and appears… haunted. There’s an awkward silence. You sense he didn’t really mean for it to come up, and doesn’t want to talk about it further. This tugs at your heart strings. He lights up a cigarette. Michelle sprawls back onto the couch, laying her legs across Javier’s lap.

A silence settles and you get the feeling the game is over.

“I brought home ‘The Thing’ if you guys want to watch it.” You suggest meekly. Michelle doesn’t like movies as much as you. But if you’re being honest, it isn’t really her reaction you’re seeking.

She turns her head towards you and scoffs, “Oh my god. No, we don’t want to watch your lame ass movies.”

You feel a stab of rejection and frown.

Well that was unnecessary.

Being in a state of intoxication, you’re unable to reason with your insecurities. Tears well up in your eyes, so you excuse yourself to go take a shower. The hot water pours from your head down your body. The noise and warmth consume you and you’re lost in its trance. You have a chance to relax and review your emotional situation.

Usually, you watch movies alone. Michelle hates them for some reason, especially the horror movies you like to watch. Which really isn't a problem most of the time. You ultimately decide you feel embarrassed that you wanted to watch it with Javier, and Michelle’s comment was just searing enough to make you feel like a loser for suggesting it.

The Thing is one of your favorite movies, so you love showing it to people. And now, in retrospect, it sounds so silly. A guy is here specifically to spend time with your roommate, and you’re upset because they don’t want to watch a movie with you.

There’s just this compulsion pulling you toward Javi. You think he might feel it, but you also think he could just have that effect on women. Maybe the living room is vacated because you actually want to watch The Thing after smoking another joint, cocooned into your favorite blanket on the couch.

Once you’re out of the shower, you skitter from the bathroom to your bedroom. You get dressed, roll a joint, put your glasses on, and tiptoe into the living room, dragging your comforter behind you. Javier is there, perched on the couch, but no Michelle in sight. A bolt of panic shoots through you.

“Did Chelle go to bed?” You ask, sitting down at the opposite end of the couch and pulling your comforter up around you. When you gather the courage to look over at him, his eyebrows are knit together and the corners of his mouth are downturned.

“Yeah I brought her to bed a little bit ago. She was falling asleep,” he scratches his face then meets your eyes, “Are you ok?”

Your whole body tenses slightly, you nod quickly, then start rambling, “Yeah, I’m fine! I’m just… drunk. And I was being emotional because I’m drunk. It’s totally fine. I know she doesn’t like movies that much, I- I don’t know why I asked.”

“It was rude of her to say that to you,” he says softly, “You don’t deserve that.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting it to be so harsh, I guess,” you nuzzle into your comforter and gesture to the joint, “Do you mind if I-?

He frowns and shakes his head.

“Do you want..?” you offer the joint up to him after lighting it. He chuckles and shakes his head some more.

Offer a joint to the narc, yes, perfect.

He leans forward, puts his elbows on his knees, and fidgets his hands a little, “So uhh… The Thing?”

“What thing?” You blink.

A wide grin breaks out onto his face, “No, the movie-“

“Oh Jesus Christ, duh!” You cackle. Your laugh echoes off the walls but you don’t try to muffle it.

Who gives a shit.

Javier starts laughing, too, and relaxes back into the couch, “Your laugh is incredible.”

“If by ‘incredible’ you mean ‘extremely obnoxious’, then yes. Fucking incredible,” you scoff.

He rolls his eyes, “I don’t see how it’s possible not to like you or your laugh.”

You hide behind your hair for a moment, then turn to him and notice he’s focusing on your face. The rapid heartbeat in your chest picks up speed as you study his handsome features. You’re being a complete fool.

And he’s just being nice.

“Do you actually want to watch this or do you just feel bad? Because I’ve seen it dozens of times, you really don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he states firmly. You get up to grab the tape and put it in. He continues in a gentler tone, “I had a good time watching IT with you the other night.”

Your whole body hums at the thought of him enjoying anything with you. A blush spreads across your cheeks.

“Really? Ok. Well, The Thing is actually one of my favorite movies, and I thought you might like it.” Once everything is set up and you press PLAY, you settle back onto the couch, stretching your legs until your toes are just not touching Javier. He moves closer to you, pulling your ankles on top of his lap, then he pulls up your comforter to drape it over you both.

Conversation is casually sprinkled throughout the movie. You find out that he has been in San Antonio visiting his cousin, but otherwise he’s helping out at his dad’s ranch down by the border. He enjoys movies, but hasn’t had time to watch many since he was younger. He’s on disciplinary leave currently but seems like he’d rather eat glass than expand on that subject, so you don’t push it.

You share a bit about yourself, too- how you grew up in Minnesota, you’re going to school for your master’s in education so you can become a grade school teacher, and how you and Michelle have known each other. Eventually he asks about your love life, but there’s really not a lot to tell.

“I haven’t had much luck dating people down here. I was in a relationship with this girl two years ago, but that’s pretty much it, aside from the occasional hookup,” you look down at your hands, “It’s difficult when you only go out with your hot roommate and… you know…” you grapple for the right words, “people fight for a chance with her. I’m pretty much invisible. She’s so pretty and fun. I wish I could be like her.”

More often than not, if you get hit on, it’s by the wingman of the person trying to get with Michelle, and they usually give a half-hearted attempt. It’s not like you’re unattractive or anything, you just don’t shine as brightly as she does in those situations… and you’re a tad shy at first. But it has started to grate on your self-esteem.

“Listen, I don’t know you very well, but… don’t compare yourself to Michelle,” he says sternly. Your body tenses, pulling your feet from his lap up underneath you. Based entirely on his tone, you’re sure he’s about to start berating you, so you embrace for impact. But his tone is softer now, “It’s like apples and oranges. You’re very attractive, and sweet, and any guy would be lucky to get a date with you.”

A placating smile forms on your lips, “Sure”

If that was true, he would ask me out. If that was true, anyone would ask me out.

“You don’t believe me,” he raises an eyebrow.

“It’s not important,” contradictory tears prick in your eyes, “You’re right, I shouldn’t compare myself to her. It’s just…” you sigh heavily, frustration evident in your voice, “anytime I’m interested in someone, I have to hear them fucking her, you know? And I can’t help but think, why not me? Is there something wrong with me? I don’t know… I- I guess it’s just getting to me.”

You study your fidgety hands while picking away at fuchsia nail polish. He scoots over onto the seat cushion next to yours, gently extends your legs so your knees drape over his lap, lets one hand rest wrapped around the back of your knee, and then tilts your face up towards his. His fingers feel electric on your touch starved skin. You shiver. His brow is furrowed and a frown is plastered on his mouth. He studies your face as if to ask, is this about me?

And, you know, it kind of is. In fact, it totally is.

You’re horny and resentful, and the crush you have on this man is unreasonable. The words to express yourself are fighting their way into your throat, propelled forward by the whiskey still pumping through you. Adrenaline floods your brain and you can practically hear how hard your heart is beating as you meet his dark eyes and confess, “I- I guess I’m just jealous because I uhh… I wish you were with m- me, not her.”

You fight the urge to hide your face away in shame. It felt good to say it out-loud, but at the same time you want to puke being that vulnerable with someone who’s practically a stranger. Just an acquaintance, really. Your roommate’s short term fuck buddy, like seriously?

But his expression doesn’t change. He nods, his gaze flicks between your eyes and your lips a few times. Your breath is sucked from your chest. You lick your lips at the thought of him kissing you. You nod too. He leans into you. You’re both still while the ending of The Thing plays on the TV:

Childs: How will we make it? MacReady: Maybe we shouldn’t. Childs: If you’re worried about me- MacReady: If we’ve got any surprises for each other, I don’t think we’re in much shape to do anything about it. Childs: Well, what do we do? MacReady: Why don’t we just… wait here for a little while, see what happens?

Despite your slight intoxication, you’re acutely aware of this moment suspended in time. You feel his breath, whiskey and cigarettes, on your face. You inhale. It mixes with the musk of sweat and his masculine cologne and the scent is tattooed on your brain. His eyes are burning a hole into you. The gentle touch on your jawline, the tightening grasp on the back of your knee, it’s lighting your skin on fire. You crave the feel of his skin against your own.

Javier walks his fingers from your jaw to the back of your head, trailing across your ear in between. He grabs a fistful of hair at the base of your skull, which sends ripples of pleasure from your scalp down between your legs. You gasp, and he pulls your lips onto his. You kiss him back, savoring the way his mustache brushes against your face. The way his pouty lips seem to melt perfectly into yours. He renews the kiss, deeper this time. You part your mouth to run your tongue along the seam of his mouth. He moans quietly and grants you access. Your tongues touch and it’s so soft and wet and intimate, you turn needy.

You pull back so you can swing yourself on top of him, placing your thighs on either side of his hips and your hot center flush against the hard cock straining behind the zipper of his tight jeans. You feel the bulge pressing against you and can’t help but roll your hips back and forth slowly to create more friction. His hands press into the small of your back, he’s trying to get closer to you still. Ripping your sweatshirt off, you expose your breasts to the room. His hands shoot up to cup them, but you stop him, “Not yet.”

You run your fingers through his wavy hair and pull him into your cleavage, sandwiching his face tightly between your tits while he groans into your chest. The noises reverberate inside your rib cage. This is fucking delightful listening to him struggle against you. You drag him out by his hair, and as soon as you see his molten brown eyes you breathe out, “Now you ca-”

He doesn’t even let you finish before he has his mouth wrapped around one of your tits, shoving as much of it into his mouth as possible. He moans while sucking and running his tongue against your nipple. His hand grabs onto your other tit and squeezes for dear life. The sensation shoots off fireworks in your brain and you let out a strangled noise. His hips shoot up into yours, then he switches sides.

“Fuck yes oh my god- that’s so good baby,” you grab the hand on your wet tit and help him tease your nipple. He’s drooling all over you, moaning into your tits, and you’re fucking feral for him. You resume grinding your hips down onto him and he releases you from his mouth with a pop.

You pull his head up to meet yours and press your mouth onto his, moaning into the slow, wet, hungry kiss. You break the kiss to whimper at the ceiling as your whole body starts to break out in a sweat. He takes this opportunity to pull your neck to his lips. He tantalizes you by leaving a trail of wet kisses from your throat up to your earlobe. He catches the lobe between his teeth, then closes his lips and sucks gently. You come completely undone at the sensation.

You gasp, “Please”

He releases your earlobe and looks up at you, eyes smoldering, “Please what?”

He wants you to say it.

You press your foreheads together and beg in a whisper, “please- please fuck me.”

He wastes no time pulling your hips up so he can unbuckle his belt and shuffle out of his pants. You roll to the side and yank your shorts off. When you meet in your previous position, straddling him, the heat from your skin meets his. Your swollen pussy is laying right on top of his throbbing cock. When you buck your hips forward, the length of him slides between your lips, head rubbing against your clit. You rock back and forth again, gently this time, and continue at this pace. It feels like heaven. His face is pleading up at you and you are on a fucking power trip. You lick and suck on his neck while unbuttoning his shirt, then yank it off of him and throw it on the floor.

Your fingers splay across his chest, then you drag your nails down his torso, leaving a trail of tender welts behind. His breath speeds. Feeling yourself and your power in this moment, you lean forward to whisper in his ear, still slowly running your wet cunt against his cock, “do you want to fuck me?“

He moans and jerks up harder against you while his hands grab your round ass and he desperately attempts to push you down onto him more, “yes, please-”

Pleasure has completely consumed your being. He’s looking up at you, eyes pleading, mouth open. It’s more than you can take. You slide yourself up his shaft so the head is dipping into your soaking wet opening. Then you pause, and you hear his breath catch. You look into his puppy dog eyes and demand, “Say it.”

“I want to fuck you. P-please let me fuck you,” He begs. You oblige, and lower yourself down his length. He gasps, “Fuck-holy fuck-“

As he makes his way up into you, every single movement fills you with ecstasy. Your entire body shivers at the feel of him inside of you and you bite down on your lower lip, a moan escapes you and you can barely form a coherent thought as you start rolling your hips back and forth.

His hands wrap around your waist and he pulls your hips down harder, which makes you gasp, “Fuck, Javi, that’s so fucking good.”

He completely lifts you up as he adjusts the position, moves onto his knees and turns the two of you around so your back is against the couch. You wrap around his body and slide down onto him further. He puts his hands around your lower back to support you. Your foreheads press against each other and you’re breathing into each other.

A loud moan escapes you as you adjust to this new angle and it lights your nerve endings on fire. He starts plunging in slowly, deeply.

“So fucking good. Your pussy is fucking perfect,” he breathes into your mouth, then starts frantically kissing you.

“Faster, daddy, please-“ you beg him between hungry kisses.

He lets out a guttural moan and instantly obliges, pounding into you hard. Your heartbeat starts thudding in your ears and you swear your entire body is buzzing. You’re completely lost in each other. Nothing matters but the two of you, starved for intimacy, completely drunk on lust.

You feel the heat of an orgasm begin tingling in your center. You start babbling “You’re going to make me fuck- fucking cum, don’t stop daddy, please-“

He keeps the same brutal pace and growls, “Fuck- yes, be a good girl, fucking cum for me-“

You look up and lock eyes with him as you nod frantically. You close your eyes, but he pants, “Look at me, open them.”

You snap your lids open to meet his dark eyes, and let out small frenzied whimpers as you ride your climax up. It’s so fucking hot to be looking into his eyes as it happens. Your face contorts as you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you as you cry out, and you’re sure your brain is completely fucking broken by this man. He let out a choked sound and his whole body goes rigid, he gives you a few more thrusts while both of you find your release.

He lets you go so you can lay back onto the couch, completely and utterly wrecked. He lays back on the other side of the couch, and your legs tangle together.

“Did you just cum inside me?” You ask quietly, still trying to catch your breath and return your pulse to normal.

“Fuck,” he sighs, then you hear him light up a cigarette. You follow his cue. He sits up and looks at you, “I did. I wasn’t even thinking. We should have used a condom, I could have pulled out. I didn’t even realize I was going to until I felt you-“

“I swear to god if I get knocked up the first time I’ve had sex in months I’m going to murder you,” you promise, laughing but really if you get knocked up the first time you’ve had sex in months you might actually murder him.

“Worth it,” he grins from ear-to-ear.

His handsome smile is contagious. You roll your eyes playfully, then meet his gaze. He grabs your hand that’s not holding a cigarette, brings it to his lips and places a gentle kiss on your wrist, then presses your palm against his cheek. You leave it there.

There you two are, making goo-goo eyes at each other, when you hear Michelle say, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Chapter 3

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etsuven · 2 years

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summary: the first character we are introduced to is albedo, your lovely tutor and someone that you trusted with your deepest secrets. i wonder, what is his daily routine like? character included: albedo nova affectus series: day in his life <[next]>

"good morning, your highness." your tutor bowed, making you pout as you welcomed him in. the young man went by the name of albedo. he was the chief alchemist of your kingdom's scientific department, and he was well respected as one of the smartest men in the kingdom.

twice a week, he would visit your room in order to help you with your studies, mainly focusing on the mathematical and scientific aspects. he was a great teacher! he explained things in a manner that even an elementary schooler would understand, and he was very patient with you when you were struggling with a particular problem.

but before we get to all of the boring school stuff, let's get to know him better.

you weren't sure where albedo was originally born, but he used to live in mondstadt before he came to work for you. albedo began his routine well... after waking up! after he was done with his morning duties, he went over to the nearby alchemical department to do some quick work.

the work mainly consisted of him giving his assistants: sucrose and timaeus, something to do for a while/checking in on their progress. depending on the day, he would stay in the lab and work with them as the day flew by.

today wasn't one of those days, as it was tuesday. tuesdays typically meant that it was time for your bi-weekly tutoring session. anyways, that's how he ended up at your room door.

giving your guard a quick nod, albedo stepped in the room, scanning the decor before sitting at the table the two of you often worked at. it seems that, since his last visit, you had decorated your large room with more things. perhaps your friend had managed to sneak you out again without your parents noticing?

"now, albedo. i quite enjoy your company, but why must we spend so much time learning such boring things?" you pouted, sitting down with a huff as you crossed your arms. albedo found himself holding back a laugh. over the course of your many years of being friends, he found that you didn't quite like things that took up too much of your attention span. then again, who does?

"do forgive me, your highness, but i'm afraid that you're required to learn these things. after all, it is part of the royal curriculum." albedo set his books to the corner of the table, watching you with an amused look as you let out a loud groan. "what am i supposed to do with all this... dumb math stuff! i understand the science as i'll need it for potions later in life, but-"

you cut yourself off, sighing and grabbing one of the notebooks that albedo had brought with him. picking up a pencil, you gave him a determined look, a wide- yet strained - smile on your face as you opened the book. "enough complaining from me! i'll try my best!"

an hour or so passed, and albedo spent his time carefully explaining things to you as he went along. you did indeed try your best, but sometimes... it just wasn't enough. soon enough, there were various math problems scribbled across your page. the further down the page got, the more scribbled the numbers became. a sign that maybe it was time for a break.

“my head hurts…” you mumbled. your head was resting against your head, fingers rubbing at your temple in a soothing manner. giving you a small smile, albedo took your notebook, closing it before putting it on his side of the table. “alright, your highness. let’s take a break.”

he stood up, walking towards and opening your giant door. after having a quick conversation with your knight, he closed the doors once again, sending a sweet smile your way as he sat back down. “xiao should be back in a little bit with some food, so let’s just chat in the meantime.”

you nodded, leaning back and stretching in a not so elegant way. but who really cares, no one would see you anyways. “everything has been so boring lately,” you spoke up, sighing loudly after your stretch. “of course, i still have to look for suitors to marry, but other than that…”

albedo nodded slightly, pulling his seat closer to the table. “have you found anyone yet? i believe that one of the nobles from the inazuma kingdom had his eyes on you?”

you shrugged. “it might not be in that way though. and although he is quite good looking, i don’t know him enough to want to marry him.” a series of knocks on your door interrupted your talk, and you quickly rushed to answer the door.

upon opening it, you were met with xiao holding two large trays. one with snacks and the other with coffee and tea for you and your tutor. “here are the snacks you requested, your highness. shall i bring them in for you?” you gave him a quick nod, opening the door more and allowing him to come in.

albedo stood up as well, taking the tray with the drinks off of your knight’s hands in order to help. once you were done, xiao gave a deep bow and left, closing the door behind him. perhaps you should request some snacks for him later- he must be hungry.

“aright, your highness,” albedo spoke first, setting the tray he had on a table that didn’t have a lot of valuable work stuff on it. “let’s take a quick snack break and continue when we’re done. how does that sound?”

you gave him an excited nod, picking up one of the sandwiches with a smile. “it sounds great!”

as i finish writing this, i realize that this isn’t very ‘daily routine’ like. forgive me for that, but hopefully i’ll get used to it as i continue writing for the other men!! also it’s very rushed and fast paced…

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loverrrgirl · 2 years

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KISMET- Austin Butler x reader- PART 6

If you read the old part five you’re going to have deja vu. I skipped a part like a dumb dumb. But if you felt like there were plot holes, it’s because I slipped right over them. All fixed now!

Warnings: talk of car accident, hospital, etc. May eventually contain smut so minors back awayyyyy. I’ll warn you on the smutty chapters though. Promise.

Next chapters will have snippets of Austin’s point of view.

Here’s a masterlist

We pulled in to a parking lot with a colorful little building. There was beautiful art on the side walls of it. Someone definitely took their time to add all the details to the flowers. It was so cute on the outside.

Austin parked the car and got out. Before I even processed what he was doing, he was over on the passenger side opening the door for me. "You're gonna love this place. It's been family owned for 25 years." He said as he finished pulling my door open. He held his hand out so I could use it as leverage to pull myself out of my seat. Once I was out, he closed the door behind me and clicked the lock button.

"It's so cute out here. I wish it was warmer so we could sit outside." I said with a smile. He smiled back and opened the door for me to go in. It was a small, intimate building. The colors were bright and every table had fresh flowers and the smell of fresh food took over the room.

We ordered our food and sat down in a booth in the back corner. It wasn't super busy, maybe three or four other tables full.

"So how'd you find this place anyways?" I asked.

"A good friend of mine brought me here and I come back whenever I can now." He smiled. It seemed like a very fond memory he had.

Chatting with him was nice. It was effortless.

"So Stella, what do you do in your free time while you're here?" He asked.

"Well it's my first time back since I left actually. So I'm not sure what I'll do other than be at the hospital. But before I moved, I spent a lot of time at the beach reading, or walking, or sleeping. It's just a 15 minute bike ride from my house" I smiled thinking about all the times Jude and would go once he got in to high school. Most of the time he used me as an excuse to stay out late with his friends. But the rides to the beach were full of laughter and jokes and sarcastic comments.

Oh god. The hospital. How am I even finding myself enjoying this conversation when I should be rushing there?

I started to feel flush. I think Austin responded to me but I couldn't hear him. My heart was pounding and I was starting to feel like I couldn't breathe.

"Stella. Stella!" He said sharply, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Are you okay?"

"You know what, I actually think I need a minute. I don't think I can eat right now I'm so sorry. I'm going to go outside for some air." I replied, not sure if my sentences were making any sense.

"Okay. Yeah. Of course. Here, take my keys so you can at least get in the car. It's cold out there." He said to me as he put his car key in to my hand. And I'm not even sure I responded. The next thing I knew, I was sitting in the passenger seat counting things I could see, things I could hear, things I could feel.

This is not the time for an anxiety attack Stella. We can do this later. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

My breaths were starting to slow. And although I wasn't feeling any better and my cheeks were tingling from starting to hyperventilate, I could tell I had saved myself from a full blown attack. For now. And I was feeling HOT. I was shaking, but I was warm. I took my cardigan off and let it fall behind my back against the seat. And I just laid my head against the headrest and closed my eyes so I could continue to breathe. I let a few tears fall, and quickly wiped them away. This was also not the time to be crying.

How fucking embarrassing. Oh well. I guess no one ever knows how to act in a situation they never thought they'd be in. Going to the car was better than having a panic attack in the middle of the cutest taco place I've ever seen. 30 more minutes and you can have a whole panic attack in a hospital bathroom if you want to Stella. The world is almost your oyster.

I was startled by a tap on the driver window. I forgot I was even in Austin's car. I unlocked the door to let him in. He was carrying 2 bags of food with him.

I know this man did not just miss out on eating his lunch fresh to bring me my box of food.

"Hey. Sorry it took so long. They brought our food and then I wrapped everything up and put it in a bag for you. You might feel hungry later." He said to me in a low voice. "How're you doing?"

I looked at him, wide eyed and mouth slightly parted. Although I had inconvenienced him multiple times today, he was still thoughtful enough to bring me my food. I realized I should probably stop staring and explain myself. "I just thought about the hospital and how I should be there and I got very overwhelmed. I'm sorry to have left suddenly like that but I didn't want to cause a bigger scene than I probably did."

I didn't want him to know I was also feeling guilty for enjoying his company and the time we had spent together. He was being so accommodating to a complete stranger who he met in an absolute crisis. I just needed him to drop me off so I could stop feeling this way and focus on my dad and my brother.

"You don't have to apologize. Today is a hard day and it makes sense to feel scared about it. Let's get you to your family." Austin said. He reached over and gave my forearm a gentle squeeze, reassuring me that everything would be okay. He started the car and drove out of the parking lot. And just like that, I was almost to the place I wanted to be but also dreaded to be.

"So you said your house is a 15 minute bike ride from the beach? Which beach?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"Laguna Beach! I grew up just down the street from it. Have you been?" I said, probably a little more excited than I should have. It was just my favorite beach.

"I've been there once or twice, yeah. It's a good one. I usually frequented Little Corona Del Mar Beach. Strictly because it's a little more secluded, but it's also beautiful." He smiled. I could tell he really liked the beach.

"Hmmmm. I haven't been to that one. I'll try to check it out while I'm here." I said, hoping I didn't forget the name of it by the time the car ride was over. Which happened to be in about 5 minutes.

As he made his last few turns, I could tell he deep in thought. He was doing that thing again. When he rubs his lip with his thumb. I could watch him get lost in thought all day if it was like this every time. As we pulled in to the hospital parking lot, he finally decided to let me in on what he was thinking. "I just wanted to tell you that you got this. And whatever happens, you're strong. And you'll get through it. I just know it" he said in a low voice. Like he wasn't sure he should be saying it to me but it seemed like he felt like he had to. And I didn't know it, but I needed him to.

#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fluff #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #austin butler elvis #angst with a happy ending

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tiktaalic · 3 years

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just having a day! (affectionate). overshare time but there was point after point where i felt like the best thing i could do for myself and others was die which was so stupid. i can see concrete ways i’ve touched people’s lives for the better and concrete ways people have touched MY life for the better. and they weren’t things that we were obligated or guilt tripped into doing. they were things we did because as a person our base impulses are to hand tissues to someone and talk softly when they need us to and to say things that make others double over laughing. and we get to do that and similar things for DECADES when we’re lucky! beautiful. hedonistic. decadent. wonderful.

#suicide cw #etxt #i still think about the girl who was in two of my high school classes who i never spoke to #who saw me walk straight into the bathroom crying at 7 am #and gently took me aside in passing period after our last class together and said she understood if i didn't want to talk but i could #and she wanted to check on me and was there anything she could do #i still think about the senior who saw me sitting alone in the hall #and came and sat with me and asked how i was doing and if i was okay and did i want to come hang out with him and his friends in the library #i still think about so many little things people have done for me simply because they're kind!#high school me i love you but you're very dumb. once you take off your deprecation blinders you will see the love in your life! i promise

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piggyjeans · 2 years

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Graduation (request)

Ryan Reynolds x teen! Reader, Ryan Reynolds x costar! Reader

Requested by: anonymous

Request description: heyy if requests are open could i request one with ryan reynolds x teen!reader? where the reader is upset that her dad isnt coming to her high school graduation (shitty fathers, am i right) and she thinks ryan cant make it because of some event, but he shows up and it gets emotional? reader can be a co-star on one of his movies, maybe a recent one like free guy :) thanks babe!

Warnings: parental issues, swearing, outbursts of anger, anxiety & insecurity

(A/n:) !!! Didn’t proofread bc I’m rushing. Anyways: Haven’t graduated high school yet or even seen a graduation take place besides in the amazing Spider-Man 2 so that’s the experience I’m going off of lol. Sorry if ryan’s out of character this is my first time writing for him. Criticism is welcomed & encouraged and lmk if u want to be added to my taglist

Dads not coming. Sorry baby :(

Your eyes narrow as you read your mother’s text over and over again as if there’s anything hard to understand about it. But honestly, it’s a common occurrence for your father to just drop out of rather important events.

You thought he might make an effort to be there for you this one time. On your very special day; the day you graduate high school. But you feel dumb for even considering that in the first place. You know it was never on his radar.

Sighing, you shut your phone off and toss it on the couch next to you, before rubbing your temples. You try to ease the anger you’re feeling before it manifests into something it doesn’t need to be. You didn’t get much from your father. Not time, love, attention, energy. But you did get his anger issues. And that’s why you have to calm yourself down.

You take a deep breath before reaching for your phone, you and your mothers text conversation being the first thing you see. You write out a long rant, your thumbs slamming against your phone's keyboard and your breath hitching every few seconds when you think of a new way to complain about your father.

But before you send it, you remember, it’s just your mother. She’s not responsible for your fathers actions and it’s unfair to take out your hurt feelings on her.

You delete the rant and replace it with

its ok. i love u ill see u soon

You stare at your texts before shutting your phone off. It doesn’t matter, you think. It doesn’t ever matter. Your feelings or accomplishments don’t ever matter to your father, and how foolish of you to believe they did even for an hour. An hour out of his afternoon for one day would be all he had to do to make it up to you. To make up for all the abandonment. But he can’t even do that.

You just grab a jacket and walk out of your trailer.

You and the cast were all planning to go out to lunch together, because no one had any other plans. But while you were walking towards the exit of the set, you only saw Ryan standing there.

“Everyone else somehow became too busy for us, so it’s just gonna be you and me.” Ryan said as you approached him within earshot. You bite your lip, you thought if you had gone with a bigger group it would’ve been easier to stay quiet and just bask in everyone else’s lives. But now that it’s just you and Ryan, it’s gonna be harder for you to pretend that nothings bothering you.

“That’s fine.” You reply, putting your hands in your jacket pockets.

Ryan makes a slightly confused face at your lack of character at the moment, but doesn’t seem to dwell on it. “Where do you wanna go?” He asks you, you shrug.

“Anywhere is fine.”

That’s it? No options, no suggestions, not even any funny or attempts-to-be-funny comments. Ryan can already tell something is wrong.

“Are you okay?” He asks. You attempt to smile and not, telling him you're fine, and you’re just hungry.

He decides on some place that recently opened near the set. You plan on ordering quickly, getting in and out, with as minimal talking as possible. But Ryan had different plans.

Once you two are seated you immediately open the menu and stare at it blankly. Ryan hasn’t opened his menu yet, but instead stares at you. “What’s up with you today?” He presses. You didn’t even realize he was paying attention to you so you don’t understand.

You make a confused face at him and shrug, “nothings wrong. What are you talking about?” You say. You can tell you’re acting like a typical teenager in a tv show but you can’t help it. It’s your current defense mechanism. Maybe you could get him to think it’s just your period or something.

“Yeah, okay. Well you’ve spoken fifteen words in the past thirty minutes which is a slight downgrade from your usual fifteen words a second, on a good day. So I’m not buying it.” He replies to your defense. You roll your eyes and look away. You feel like being really mean, because you’re just really upset. But you know that’s only going to continue the cycle.

“Nothings wrong, dude. I’m just tired and hungry. I need food.” You lie. You’re not a good liar, which is ironic because you’re an actor. You’d think actors are good liars, but not you. You’re only good at lying if it’s while the camera is rolling.

Ryan hums in response before picking the menu up and finally looking at it. You eye him, searching for any hesitation, before you do the same.

Shortly after, the waitress takes your order. You order something light and Ryan does the opposite. You ignore the urge to roll your eyes and curse him out.

After the waitress leaves, Ryan stares at you.

“Are you judging me?” He smiles, visibly messing with you. But you’re not in a jokey mood right now. “What?” You angrily reply.

“Because I ordered two sides. You’re totally silently judging me. Sorry I’m not as healthy and fit as you.” He continues with the stupid smile on his face, probably thinking he’d the funniest person alive.

“I literally didn’t even hear what you ordered.” You reply after being silent for a long couple of seconds trying to figure out how to answer him.

“Why? Because something’s bothering you?” He presses, looking slightly more serious. You roll your eyes. “Can you stop?” You simply reply.

“Can you talk to me? What’s the big deal?” He asks.

“Ryan, if I wanted to tell you I would.”

“So you’re admitting there's a problem.” He replies.

“I can deal with my emotions on my own!”

“We talk about every little thing, so it must be something big and important.” He theorizes.

“It’s nothing. Alright? Can you just stop please?” You beg, rubbing your forehead.

“You’re in a bad mood anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.” He replies to your plea.

You whisper an annoyance under your breath and try to tune him out, grabbing your phone out of your pocket and starting to tap your passcode in before Ryan reaches over and grabs it out of your hand.

“Dude, what the fuck? You can’t just take my stuff, you’re not my father.” You start raising your voice at him, not really caring if you’re making a scene, because the anger you feel is going to come out at one point or another.

Ryan acts taken aback and offended, “I never said I was. I’m just worried about you.” He raises his eyebrows.

“Well it’s not your job, ryan. It’s fine. You don’t need to hear it.” Your eyes start feeling all watery and you look down to avoid crying, something you often do and Ryan notices.

He reaches over to put his hand over yours but you flinch away and cross your arms over your chest.

“It’s not a matter of it being my job or not, y/n. I just care about you, the way any friend would.” He says.

You sigh and use your sleeves to dry your eyes that only slightly got wet. “My dad isn’t coming to my graduation.” You sniffle.

You wouldn’t be able to see, because you’re looking down. But Ryan frowns. You often complain about your dad to him and he feels for you. He wished he could make it better for you.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, y/n. What day is it?” He asks.

“It’s this coming Sunday. It’s fine.” You shake your head.

“He should care enough to be there. This is important.” Ryan sympathizes.

“Yeah.”

“I’m proud of you, y/n.” He says.

You press your lips together. “Thanks.” A tear rolls down your cheek and you quickly wipe it with your sleeve.

…

Sunday morning your stomach feels all upside down. You can’t believe high school is already over. Honestly you could wake up this morning and believe that you were still a confused freshman getting ready for school on Monday, but it’s all over now.

You’d kept in touch with your mom, she coaxed you through all of your anxiety. But you haven't heard a single word from your dad. You fought the urge to text him and just say “hi”. You didn’t because you grew angrier with every day you didn’t hear from him.

Ryan and the rest of the cast & crew you worked with kept reminding you of how proud of you they were and how excited they were for you. You invited them all in bulk a day or two after your talk with ryan. Some of them said yes, some said no, and after everyone fizzled out you walked over to ryan.

“Do you think you can make it?” You ask anxiously, looking at your feet.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize but I have a really important meeting that day. I can't miss it. I’m sorry, y/n. But I’ve already asked your mom to send me pictures!” He says to your dismay.

You immediately frown but try to cover it with a fake smile. “No worries.” You assure him. And usually you’d stay to chat more with him, but you immediately turn on your heel and walk away from him. Because you cannot stop the tears from falling once you realize you’ve now not only been rejected by one of your father figures, but now both.

You feel uncomfortable in your cap and gown. Out of place. You’d seen your fellow high school students graduate each year previously, and it feels surreal that it’s your turn now.

You sit in the crowd with your graduating class and try to keep your head straight. Not looking around or drawing any attention to yourself, since you already feel insecure enough.

You tune out almost all of the ceremony. The speeches and the stuff you should be caring about, but you’re too busy thinking about what went wrong in your childhood to get you to this point, where not even your own father gives a shit about your life?

You try to tell yourself that’s something to think about another time, but it’s difficult to just shake the feeling.

All too quickly they call your name, and your eyes widen before you jump up to receive your diploma. Once you're on the stage you look out to the crowd to try to meet your mothers eyes, and instead you see ryan.

You smile at him and wave, and he does the same. You’re shocked and you feel relieved and cared about. You feel like a pressure has just been lifted off your chest.

You don’t realize how caught up in the moment you are until you hear other people’s names being called. You snap back into reality and run off stage.

The rest of the ceremony is nothing. And after it’s over you run over to your mother and give her a massive hug. You thank her over and over again because you know you couldn’t have made it through high school without her. As you’re excitedly rambling to her about how you can’t believe you made it through high school, someone taps on your shoulder.

You turn around and see Ryan smiling.

You immediately throw your arms around him and your face collides into his warm shirt. He hesitates slightly before hugging you back. “Woah, I thought you weren’t a hugger!” He said, which isn’t wrong.

“Today I am.” You say, slightly muffled into his shirt.

Once you pull away from the hug you look at him, “I thought you couldn’t come!” You said.

Ryan shrugs, “I skipped the meeting. You’re much more important.” He says as if it’s nothing.

You stare at him for barely a second, before you burst out bawling.

Thank God everyone around you is too caught up in their own family, because otherwise that would’ve been a lot more embarrassing.

Ryan’s mouth drops open before he reaches over to hug you again. “Hey hey, what’s wrong?” He says, rubbing circles in your back.

You sob into his shirt, feeling bad because it’s already getting wet. “N-nothings wrong.” You hiccup as you continue crying.

You can’t see his face but if you could you’d see the confusion.

He lets you continue to cry for a couple dozen seconds before you answer again, still hugging him. “Thank you for caring about me that much.” You say, and sniffle as you try to stop your tears.

He pulls away, and puts his hands on your shoulders, bending down slightly to look you in the eyes. “I love you, y/n. Okay? This is nothing compared to what you deserve. Just because other people get too caught up in their own lives, doesn’t mean you matter any less.”

You let out a sob again, this time out of sadness as you think about what your father could be doing.

Ryan initiates the hug for the second time, but he just kinda stands there hugging your head as you sob into his shirt with your arms down. “I’m so proud of you, y/n. You should be proud too.”

You’re not valedictorian or anything, but you are important to Ryan Reynolds. And that’s more than enough for you.

…

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gowriarun · 2 years

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Summer crushes

Modern (high school) au! genshin male characters x reader Summary: he likes me? likes me not?! He likes me! he likes me not?! Oh how you wish these five petals could actually tell weather or not your dear liked you! He smiles at you! that must mean something!! Let the god of wisdom and love guide you through because you sure as hell was blind and dumb with everything related to your little crush! My god was he the sweetest most adorable and darling thing you have seen!! And a bold move to change what existed as friendship crossed your mind and that's how you were here, in front of the angel himself... (Basically how they'd react to your confessions lmao)

VENTI has written poems about this very moment, except he was the one confessing to you!! So when you stand in front of him with your head down and cheeks red, he starts to blush and stutter just like you! VERY awkward for a few minutes "I understand if you don't reciprocate!! Th-thanks for hearing me out!" And when you try and leave and cry, he stops you by grabbing your hand....... LIKE THOSE KDRAMA SCENES "I uhm-... I too you know, I too like you!" He stutters out in the end with a small blush still on his face that immediately reddens even more once he sees the sparkles in your eyes. Hugs you <3

Much like venti, XIAO too would be awkward at first. Not knowing what to do, or weather this was a prank and he was about to be made fun off. Therefore he asks you again "W-What?", he has a wide eyed look on his face that makes you regret everything you did so far- Doesn't mean for it to be that rude but he couldn't help in!! When you run away from the roof, he doesn't stop you since hes processing his own thought..... and that takes some time. After school he sends you a text : I want to talk, tell me when you're free, we can go to a nearby café.: While the message seemed pretty direct, he had paced around for quite some time before sending it. He tells you he feels the same in the cafe with the biggest blush on his face!! Can't even keep his eye contact- And it worsens even more when he sees you again all happy and sparkly making his heart beat out of his chest!

Things your joking at first, trying to flirt with him like he does with you. KAEYA places both his hands on top of you and locks you to the wall. "Oh? What's this? Our y/n is a little bold today no? " Teases the living shit out of you until you run away realizes after you do that; that you ever serious! Runs after you after a few seconds and once he caught up to you; lifts you up and spins you! Hugs you <3 "Well I suppose there's no point hiding it anymore, I like you too, darling" says darling just to see you blush more

I might make a part two of this! If you guys have any one particular in mind, lmk!! Or any requests in general!

#venti #kaeya #xiao x reader #venti x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #kaeya fluff #venti fluff #xiao fluff #venti x you #xiao x you #kaeya x you #genshin impact x you #xiao

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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if you're taking ideas for harmless drabbles, i'd love to see one of bucky on one of those dates he mentioned and reader's shenanigans. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this!

a/n: are we really going to let a word limit define what a drabble is? is the vibe and spirit not enough? i say this bc this is 5.7k words long im so sorry. also hey thank you to everyone who piped in with their knowledge of violent geese and how apartment security works in new york!! also thanks to my bby @spiderrpcrker for reading this and telling me to publish this bc i wasnt going to fkjghfkj

warning: swearing, bad luck, dates, frustrated bucky, anxiety, mentions of gore but like only a sentence

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Catch up with the rest of the series here: Harmless Masterlist

Bucky returns only two weeks later. His mission lasted longer than expected and all he wants is to lie down and sleep for forty eight hours straight.

“FRIDAY?” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes. His jacket had already been discarded by his bedroom door when he walked in.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.

“As good as ever. Did you have a successful mission?”

“If by successful you mean one sprained limb instead of two, then yeah.” He wasn’t really cribbing. His ankle was already starting to heal anyway and it was worth the roundhouse kick to a Nazi's face. “Do I have anything scheduled for this weekend?”

“You have a meeting on your calendar scheduled for this Saturday.”

“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.

“Would you like me to reschedule the other one as well?”

“What’s that?” He opens one eye in confusion. “There’s another one?”

“It’s on Sunday. You’ve labelled it ‘date’.”

Ah, fuck.

“Would you like me to change it?” FRIDAY never sounds like she’s judging him, which is nice. It also reminds him about how she, as an AI, can’t judge him, which is a rude wake-up call to how he doesn’t have friends.

“No,” his voice is muffled against the pillow, “no, let it be. Where is it again?”

“You’ve only specified diner, Sergeant Barnes.”

Public space, daytime, plenty of escape routes. Good on his less delirious self for selecting a diner.

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Now that he’s a little more relaxed, he can feel himself slip in and out of consciousness.

“One last thing," her automated voice commands his attention again. "Y/N replied. She says sure and to take care.”

“Yay.” Not even a second later he’s out like a light.

____

“Did you bring me any souvenirs?” Is the first thing he hears as he marches into your lair.

“What could I possibly get you?”

“A postcard, a t-shirt.” You don’t look up from your tinkering.

“Decapitated finger, used bullets,” he continues, “cement blocks.”

“Ew.” You snap the lid shut on the thing you’re working on, spinning around on your chair. "That's not nearly romantic enough."

“That’s all you’re going to get from a Russian underground bunker.” He does a mini jog up the stairs of the platform to where you are.

“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.”

He peers down. The outfit was still all black. As always.

“Not your clothes, dummy,” you interrupt, making him look back at you. “Your face. What’d you do?”

He unconsciously raises a hand to his cheek.

“Did you wash your face? Is that it?” you squint at him. “Has it been a few months since the last time?”

“Wow, you’re so funny,” he drawls sarcastically. “Top tier comedian right there.”

“No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.”

“So what if I did?” He leans on your table.

“You going somewhere?” you ask, elastic snapping against your hands as you remove your gloves.

“It’s none of your busi-”

“Hold on a second.” A sly smile begins to make its way onto your face. “Are you going on a date, Bucky Barnes?”

His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You look smug, to say the least.

“Shut up.” A ray of light glistening distracts him. He traces it to the thing you were working on earlier.

“Where are you guys going?” You cross your arm across your chest, a small smirk on your face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” It’s a silver box, engraved intricately with swirls that, when he observes carefully, looks like a skull. Wow, terrifying.

“I’m literally asking you.”

“What are those?” He shifts the conversation towards a more productive angle instead.

“Evil in a box and some other stuff.” You shrug offhandedly. “Is it a lunch date or just coffee?”

“Like Pandora’s Box?”

“A discount version, sure,” you confirmed impatiently. “Stop changing the topic, listen to me.”

He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you need a chaperone?” The sincerity in your voice for such a bullshit question has him scoffing.

“Good God- no, I do not need a chaperone. I’m 106 years old, I can go out unsupervised.” He reaches over and plucks the box off your table.

“Sir, you’re a geriatric."

“What are those?” He points to a few ray odd ray guns.

“Minor stuff you don’t have to worry about right now.”

He shakes the box in his hand. “What’s gonna happen if I open this?”

“Very bad things,” you whispered ominously before your volume returns to normal. “How’d you meet this person? Online?”

“She’s Natasha’s friend.” He turns the box over, seeing a small latch at the side. “What bad things?”

“Bad luck and misery. Don’t play with it, it’s dangerous.” You pull the box away from him. “Aw, is it a blind date?”

“Why do you care so much?” he shoots back, tugging the box back towards him.

“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”

“I have a vibranium arm.” Whose force he could use to grab the box once and for all, but wasn’t. “I think I’ll be fine.”

“What if she has one too, huh? Then what?”

“She doesn’t.” As far as he knows, he’s the only one alive with a metal appendage made out of the strongest metal in the world. That could very well change by tomorrow but he's keeping the title for now.

“But what if she does? I swear to- stop trying to take the box!” You pull a little more forcefully, but he doesn’t relent.

“I want this to get over before this evening.”

“What time’s your date?”

“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.

“Because.” You don’t explain further. “Tell me what time your date is, you weirdo.”

“Five o’clock, now let go.”

“Fine,” you say, suddenly loosening your grip. Clearly, it doesn't make much of a difference since he isn't struggling to keep his balance from the sudden loss of force.

“Fine.” He clears his throat, straightening up.

You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

A putrid smell creeps into his nose, one all too similar to spoiled milk and decaying seaweed. He has to physically stop himself from gagging.

“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you're almost going to fall out of the chair.

Through the tears that are threatening to line his eyelids, he looks down at the box whose latch you somehow managed to lift, leaving the box open.

“What the fuck is this?” He coughs, swatting at the air in front of him to clear it.

“I told you; bad luck in a box.”

“You can’t scientifically create bad luck, that’s bullshit.” He tosses the box back onto your table. You watch it slide past you, not making any effort to stop it. “What is it really?”

“I’m not lying.” You pull open a drawer, brandishing a small table fan that you set down beside you. “If you open it, you’re going to have terrible luck for the day.”

He glowers at you when you turn the fan on, forcing the fumes back towards him.

“Besides, that’s all I was doing today.” You kick your feet up. “So you can leave now.”

He doesn’t care if you’re lying about not having anything else to do today. You could burn down the world if you wanted to but he needs to take a stupid shower. Again.

“You’re the fuckin’ worst.” He tries airing out his shirt, hoping that the smell would dissipate as soon as possible.

“Have fun on your date, sarge!” you encourage him as he stalks out of the lair. “Remember to wrap it befo-”

He turns it into a sprint before you can finish.

____

Six hours later and he’s absolutely convinced he fucked up.

He isn’t used to having his weekends free.

He realises that this is the first time in months that he’s actually stepped out of the Tower for something that wasn’t directly mission-related. He should probably get some air. Touch some grass. See the sun.

His shirt thankfully manages to rid itself of the odour from the dumb box so he didn’t have to go take a shower. With nothing much planned and a few hours to spare, he heads to the coffee shop instead.

It’s a small place, bustling and alive with a crowd of people. They have a little bookshelf that usually is full of books donated by patrons, free for anyone to read.

The barista smiles at him. The coffee costs more than his high school education. He awkwardly smiles back.

He’s not a regular, but they’ve seen him enough times to know that he usually asks for black coffee in a to-go cup, later adding a sugar or two according to his own taste. They're nice to him, occasionally throwing in a cookie or something on the house. He can't tell if it's because of the Avenger status or the sizeable tip he leaves.

He picks up a random book from the shelf, fully intending not to read it but to just sit there and think. The book acted as a shield for his resting bitch face, resting murder face and his resting rage face. More often than not, a good combination of the three.

He sets the coffee down at the corner table he manages to nab in a quick second, along with the two sachets of sugar.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asks from beside him. He earnestly shakes his head in a ‘no’, gesturing for them to take it.

They give him a quick thanks and drag the chair away from his table.

He does a quick overlook of the book he picked up.

The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.

Well, now he’s too anxious to put it back. YA fiction it is.

He reaches for the sugar while glossing over the summary. He reaches a little further when it doesn’t come to his hand immediately, blindly running his fingers across the table.

Bucky peeks over the book, eyebrows knitting together when he notices that they’re missing.

He was sure he picked it up.

He looks underneath the table. It wasn’t there, neither under his seat. Strange, but okay. He picks up the book and the cup, walking back to the station to grab two sugars.

This time he makes sure to tuck it into his pocket, double-checking before going back to his table.

Which was now occupied. He wanted to groan.

His mind automatically reverts back to the box from that morning.

“Come on,” he scoffs quietly to himself. It was a coincidence. “Get yourself together.”

“A seat at the counter just cleared up,” the barista from earlier offers when she sees him standing in the middle of the store.

See? Good luck.

He shoots her a grateful look, venturing over to the barstool to take his place. It’s not the most comfortable, but then again, he wasn’t planning to stay there for very long.

He empties the sugar into the coffee, stirring slowly before opening a random page in the book.

He takes a long sip, ignoring how hot the drink was.

He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.

He takes another small sip and his face immediately twists in disgust. Definitely too sweet. The sweetener he added only made it worse.

He catches the eye of the barista. She looks on in concern.

“Is everything okay?”

Fuck.

He’s not one to make a scene. He just wants to live as imperceptibly as he could.

“Yep.” The sweetness sticks to the back of his throat. “All good.”

He just closes his eyes and downs the rest of it without thinking twice, trying to hide the grimace in his face. He gives her a weak thumbs up. She doesn't look convinced.

He leaves the shop soon after, hands shoved in his pocket. Maybe he could go sit by the lake at Central Park, watch the clouds. It reminded Bucky of the lake in front of his hut in Wakanda and the hours he'd sit in front of it, feet dipped into the water as his goats fed. He misses it.

He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him.

He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you.

His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.

Now he just knew that was horseshit. He always double knots them; they had never loosened in the past before.

The box.

He shoves the thought out of his head, crouching down to tie them again. He tugs on them to make sure they’re secure before standing up again.

Central Park is a few blocks away but he’s glad he didn’t bring his bike. The weather was rather nice and the wind in his hair felt good.

He wanders around the park for a while, looking for the lake. He pauses at a board with a map of the park on it, assessing how far it was.

Once he's ascertained which path to go towards, he turns on his heel to go.

He fucking trips again.

“Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”

He’s half-convinced that he should tie it around his ankle like a sexy lace-up set of heels. He ties a triple knot this time, glares at it until he’s sure it’s fine and checks to see if anyone saw him humiliate himself.

Only a person on a nearby bench who looked like they were passed out drunk, given that their hoodie and sunglasses clad self was slumped over.

No witnesses. No 'You won't BELIEVE what the Winter Soldier did! Critics say it's his biggest blunder yet!' articles the next day on social media.

He manages to make it to the lake in one piece and no more falls, partly because he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes to ensure no fuckery occurs.

There are a few people rowing and plenty of others lining the bank at scattered locations. There’s a mom and her kid at the place he ends up. She sends him a small smile in greeting and he returns the favour.

There’s a secluded bench that he takes a place on, letting out a small sigh. If he ignores the traffic and the skateboarders and the people in general, it’s actually kind of peaceful.

There are geese and their little goslings swimming around the water close to the shore. Maybe he should have brought some birdseed. Or kale.

The kid beside him is busy fashioning something out of leaves, only occasionally erupting into giggles when it doesn't pan out. His mom watches him fondly, pointing at twigs he could use. Everything seems kind of picture-perfect and his body automatically relaxes, easing further into the seat and closing his eyes for a second.

Until there's a large splash and loud distressed honking. He whips his head around to find the same kid staring straight ahead at the goose with a wide grin. His mother curses quietly, picking herself up off the ground and grabbing his hand, half chastising him for throwing something at an animal and half urging him to walk faster.

The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops.

He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm.

“I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.

He flinches when one of them bites at his knee. He can punt it to the sun but he doesn’t want to.

“Stop that.” He sticks his hand out to shove the stupid thing away, retreating back to the road. “Jesus, why are you so aggressive?”

Among the barrage of feathers showering on him, he prays his damn shoelace doesn’t unravel as he shields his head with one arm, the other fending himself while he moves hurriedly away.

The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.

It doesn’t leave him alone till he’s significantly away from where he was sitting. He wants to call it profanity but that’d probably piss it off more.

The box and its effects were definitely starting to feel real.

Fuck it, no more day out for him. The best plan he can think of is to just go to the diner he’s supposed to meet his date at.

The waiter greets him with a courteous nod, which Bucky can only imagine was the best he could muster when a dishevelled 200-pound man walks in covered in goose feathers and irritation.

He won't admit that he’s too scared to eat lunch at this point because he can’t rule out food poisoning. He spends the next two hours on his phone playing Fruit Ninja and plucking feathers that accented his all-black outfit.

Several glasses of water later and a second before he’s about to beat his high score, someone taps on his shoulder, breaking him out of his concentration.

Motherfu-

He clenches his eye shut, inhaling deeply before turning around.

“James?”

“Hey, yeah, that’s me.” Bucky almost falls over the table with how fast he stands up, clearly underestimating his size. “Leah?”

“Hi.” She smiles and he finds himself smiling nervously along with her.

“Hi.” He steps out to pull out her chair for her and she laughs. "Nice to meet you."

“How long have you been waiting here?” she asks while setting down her bag.

“Around ten minutes.” He clears his throat to hopefully hide the fact that he was lying through his teeth.

“Just give me a second, I need to tell my friend I reached,” Leah pulls out her phone and he nods.

“Another glass of water for you?” The waiter seems less enthusiastic about Bucky’s 8th refill.

“Yes,” he answers, hoping he doesn’t call him out on it, “please.”

“You must be really dehydrated."

Bucky turns to look at him slowly. “I like the taste.”

He can’t really blame the guy. Bucky’s been there for hours without ordering anything solid, just leaching off their free water and complimentary bread basket.

“So, James.” She tosses her phone back into her bag, leaning forward on her palms easily. “Tell me about yourself.”

He had rehearsed this a million times. He could do this.

“I, uh,-”

“Menu?” Okay, so someone clearly had a vendetta against him.

“Thank you.” She takes it with a smile.

His morning debacle with the coffee flashes through his mind. Suddenly the idea of a diner didn’t seem so smart.

However, she’s already placed her order and George is standing beside him expectantly, daring him to ask for another glass of water, so he places his usual order and hopes that your stupid bad luck thing wore off.

He quickly learns that his date is laid back, and it isn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with her even though she’s the one asking most of the questions.

“How’d you meet Nat?” Is his attempt at one.

“She used to come in for lunch every week at the place I work.” Leah leans back in her chair. “She can really handle her alcohol.”

He’d be worried about Nat day drinking if he didn’t know about her complete inability to get drunk. She might as well have been downing glasses of lemonade.

“Yeah, she’s-” Intimidating, scary, cool “-really something.”

“She mentioned that you like movies.” He definitely spends a lot of time watching them. “You got any recommendations?”

It’s easier to figure out how different things are or how much he missed out over the years through them. He’s glad he sat out the early 2000s, judging by their fashion sense and hairstyles.

He's watched several movies over the past few months, a few of them critically acclaimed and others who were just there for the cult following.

But now everything goes blank and the only thing that he can remember are the biopics made about Steve that were somehow hilarious for gifting him the mental image of Freddie Prinze Jr. dressed in the stars and stripes, and highly distressing for the number of historical inaccuracies. Contrary to popular belief, Stevie did not, in fact, consider running for president after he took up the shield, nor did he start his own bar chain.

He can’t name Oh Captain, My Captain starring Channing Tatum as his favourite movie on his first date and hope to make a good first impression.

“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”

Her face twists in mild disgust, but he can tell it isn't ill-intentioned. “It's a good movie, but God, that just gave me some intense flashbacks to my aunt’s Facebook page. Don’t think I can look at a minion ever again.”

He sniggers with her. He doesn’t know what the context is.

He’s a little awkward, and he can definitely tell he isn’t the most open book but she laughs at some of his attempts at jokes. There’s a distinct discomfort he has lingering at the back of his mind prodding at him, telling him over and over again that he isn’t ready for something like this. A warning bell, asking him to leave as soon as possible because he was in a dangerous situation.

He remembers what his therapist told him about breathing and remembering that the resources he had available were greater than his anxiety and he tries to get out of his head. It takes a few minutes of acting like he's fine but he manages to do it.

Other than the one time he scalds his tongue on the coffee but played it off with a pained smile, shoving down thoughts of your stupid invention, things actually went okay.

It was nice, even though they decided by the end that it was better if they both gelled together better as friends. It lifts the strange fear he feels and he can hear Dr. Mendoza say she's proud of him for taking this step before spending three hours psychoanalysing why they decided to stay platonic.

Bucky promises to visit her sushi shop with Nat soon and she says a bottle of sake awaits him for a drinking game. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Nat and he share the same tolerance for alcohol.

He makes sure to leave George a tip. A big one. It’s the first time he sees the guy smile the entire evening.

He’s waving goodbye to Leah outside and he thinks that maybe it was a good end to the day and that things actually turned out fine.

Until he turns around to leave, only to have someone walk straight into him with an iced tea.

The cold comes as a bit of a shock, making him jump slightly. He stares at his shirt, using his fingertips to pull it away from his body.

The person melts into a series of apologies immediately, offering to dry clean his shirt but Bucky just forces a shake of his head and says it’s okay even though he can feel the sugar making the shirt stick to his chest. Goose feathers and iced tea. Was there anything else that would like to attach itself to him?

His fists clench and his teeth grit and he has to physically control himself from sprinting to your lair because God knows what else is in store for him and he didn't want to add in any way.

The door to the lair is locked. Fuckin’ brilliant.

When no one answers after minutes worth of waiting, he fishes for his phone and realises that maybe two hours of Fruit Ninja was not the best idea, especially on a phone known for having shitty battery life.

There’s roughly 2 percent left. By the time he opens his app to give you a call, his phone screen goes black.

He groans. He’s desperate at this point and under any other normal circumstances, he would have never, ever considered doing this.

But ten minutes later he’s outside your apartment building. You’re aware that he has your address; no doubt that it was in the SHIELD file he had gotten, and he knows that you know but it was still weird.

The buzzer has your last name listed next to it. He’s sure that he’ll break it if he keeps pressing it at this rate but he really needs you to let him in.

“Who the fu-” your voice comes through the intercom.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, my phone died and I couldn’t reach you,” He breathes out as soon as he hears you. “But I need you to fix this.”

When he doesn’t hear a reply, he wonders if the thing actually worked. He’s about to start pressing it again-

“Bucky?” You sound a little surprised to hear him. “You’re at my house. Why are you at my house?”

“I need you to fix whatever this is.”

“What are you- fine, I’m buzzing you in,” your voice, initially confused soon trails off into something more dismissive.

There’s a soft click from the door, allowing him to push it open. The elevator is already on the same floor as him so he just uses that.

The elevator goes up a floor or two. His feet tap restlessly against the carpeted floor.

The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping.

He should have known. He should have fucking known.

Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.

In fact, he’s resigned to his fate. He sits down on the ground, only one step away from completely laying down and hoping someone finds his body here someday.

It’s six minutes of plain silence. He might as well get comfortable if he’s going to get stuck here for the rest of his life. Did he change his will? Does he even have a will?

There’s finally a whir. He thinks that maybe he’s going to plummet to his doom as the perfect end to this day, but then the light switches on and it starts moving upward.

It stops at the floor with a ding. He doesn’t get off the ground, only eyes the door wearily. With his luck, it wouldn’t open.

But it does and within a second he’s on his feet, scrambling to get out before it changes its mind.

He remembers your door number, basically charging down the hall to get to it.

The door is white and the paint is starting to chip off it. The handle itself is dented in a few places and he wonders if it was your fault or someone else's.

His knocks are rapid, agitated even. He doesn’t stop until he hears your loud shouts telling him to cut it out.

“What the hell were you doing, trying to break down my door?” It swings open, revealing you in your pajamas. “Haven’t you done that already? And where were you, I’ve been waiting for like, ten minutes.”

He honestly feels bad for showing up uninvited and highly flustered. He can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight either. "This bad luck shit- fix it. My whole day’s been fucked up.”

“What are you-” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking in his appearance.

It takes you a second to realise what he’s talking about but when you do, your face settles.

“How was your date?” You lean against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest.

“Really,” He glowered at you, “that’s what you care about?”

“Yes.” You nod. “Did you have fun?”

He hesitates. “I guess?”

“Was she nice?”

“Yeah.” Where was this going.

“Good, I’m happy for you.” The smile on your face is genuine. “Look at you go, Casanova.”

“We agreed to be just friends, but that’s not the point here. Y/N,” he whines. “I have a mission next week, I can’t afford to fuck up. My whole day was off and I don’t want it to carry over.”

“Your whole day?” you questioned, standing up instead of leaning against the wall. “Buck-”

“Just fix it.”

“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face.

He waits for you to do something.

You flick him on the forehead.

“There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”

What.

He says exactly what he’s thinking.

You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”

Huh?

“Well, actually maybe just like, three things and then I got bored.”

He’s confused.

“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.”

“The shoelaces?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.”

His face scrunches in puzzlement.

“I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.”

He racks his brain about what you could possibly be talking about before it hits him. The hungover person on the goddamn bench in the park.

“You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.”

“I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”

He forgot about the teleportation. That's why you could do all of it so fast without him noticing you were even there.

“What about the fucking geese?”

You pause for a second. “The geese?”

“And the elevator.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”

“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”

“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”

“Okay-” his palm finds its way to his forehead in exasperation, “-then what the hell was the smell?”

“What smell- oh, the one from the box?”

He nods briskly.

“Secretions Magnifique.” You snorted. “It’s a perfume. The worst rated one I could find.”

“Perfume?”

“With notes of milk, seaweed and sandalwood.”

“It wasn’t an inator?”

“No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh.

“What does that even mean?” he asks in despair.

“I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”

“So I just have shit luck.” Is that a fucking relief or even worse?

“Well,” you begin but decide not to continue.

Even with all the irritability masking it, you could see that he genuinely was just not having a good time.

“Wait here a second.”

You leave him at the door. He shifts his balance and sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He still had to walk back to the Tower. Maybe he could grab a slice of pizza along the way since he skipped lunch.

“Okay, here.” You return with a large glass of water. He only looks at it. “It’s just water, I promise. You look like you ran a marathon."

He takes it from you sceptically, pushing away the urge to sniff at it. It’s gone within a few gulps.

You wait until he’s finished to point at his arm. He draws his eyebrows together, but you only curl your index finger and beckon for him to give you his hand.

He reluctantly extends it towards you.

“Don’t laugh,” you warn him, taking his metal arm. “This usually helps me.”

You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system.

“Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”

“Uh-” The bracelet’s pretty, the colours shine against the dark vibranium. “-no, I’m good. I’ll just leave.”

“Okay. Anything else I can help you with or will you be fine?”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously nice.”

“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says again. “I’m gonna go then.”

“See you next week.” You give him a little wave. “I’d say break a leg on your mission but knowing your situation...”

He scoffs. “Thanks.”

You make a move to close the door when starts walking down the hallway towards the exit.

He adjusts the beads slightly so he can see them better. The Earth one has glitter in it. He thinks it’s cute.

“Bucky.”

He turns around.

There’s a hint of a smile on your face.

“Take the stairs.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

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