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ajortga · 2 months

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for i can't help falling in love with you

pairing: vada cavell x fem reader

summary: not only are you new and in almost all of vada's classes, but the more you get to know each other, the more you hang out. she starts to think maybe your friendship is more than what she thought it was, she's feeling something she knows that you shouldn't feel for a friend.

word count: 10.1k+

a/n: this is the longest fic i've ever written, this is fluffy and sweet, spent way too long on it but nonetheless, not regretful!

based off a request! this is for my vada <3ers

R transfers, V sees her almost all the time and eventually starts falling for R, V then embarrassingly asks R out for dinner! Just plainly puppy love, literally not much but I find these types of tropes sooo comforting, u can change some up a bit!!

It’s loud, bustling, chaotic every single day in the cafeteria.

As soon as the bell rings around the hallways and into the classrooms for lunch break, everyone slams into each other and sprints to the front of the lunch line. Vada even remembers while she walked with Nick some boy tripped in thin air and fell to the floor. She couldn’t help but laugh a little. That was until Nick and her found out he had to get stitches to repair his nose.

She laughed even harder, she couldn’t help it.

Vada slurped her slushy as she kicked her feet, talking with Nick who was drinking an iced latte.

“In a sense, slurpees are better than coffee. You don’t have to immediately shit diarrhea as soon as you plop on the toilet.”

He agrees, rolling his eyes, “Yeah but who would want slushies every day? They stain your mouth.”

“Well would you rather have a temporary colorful tongue that can be seen as cool, or stay in the bathroom while crying for help?”

It seems like as soon as she said it, Nick gagged as he held his stomach.

“You have 30 seconds before you're going to shit your pants,” she states, looking at him up and down. He wasn’t moving.

“Nick, go!” Vada yelled as she choked on a small giggle, watching Nick run to the bathroom holding his pants up to his sides.

As the baggy clothed brunette watched her best friend race to the bathroom, she clicked her tongue and shook her head. Vada slurped on her red slushy.

She was waiting for Nick until she noticed someone with a jacket wrapped around a tank top with her headphones on and book in one hand. You. She’s never seen you before and it was almost certain she’s seen everyone at least once before to know their name. She was bored, so she just watched.

You were folding a gum wrapper into a heart while you followed Mia into the girls restroom. Mia was always the one to give student tours when she could. You must’ve been new. But then you came back out without your jacket, holding it in the other hand as she saw Mia’s slushie spilled all over your jacket. She could almost hear how she was apologizing over and over again and you smiled it off, showing her how it was okay and you could clean up when you got home.

Then she took you back to her friend group, seeing the way your hair went side to side as you walked. Before she could watch you even more, Nick called out her name.

“I just took the biggest shit of my li- what are you looking at?”

She hears him but doesn’t turn his way,still looking a little, “Just someone who I think is new. Mia is giving her a tour.”

Nick said a small “ohhh..” in response, “Well what’s so exciting about that?”

“Mia accidentally spilled the slushie we bought this morning on her jacket by accident.”

“That’s so not cool, she must be cold having to take that off, was she mad?”

“No, she just brushed it off, smiled in a somewhat assuring way, and gave Mia the gum wrapper she folded before Mia took her back to her friend group.”

“Ooh. She’s patient then.”

“Yeah.”

After lunch passed, Vada realized you were in almost all her periods, well only the ones she attended. Sometimes she was late from Amelia hogging the bus. You kept to yourself, gave shy smiles as the teachers introduced you.

But as the next day rose she was back at school again.

Her favorite class was her film class, it was like a free period and she got to touch cameras and watch movies at least twice a week.

She sits in the corner of the room, she likes the way she can look out the window and see the sight of the sky while also seeing her own reflection.

FIlm class is oddly comforting, music always plays before the period begins. She places her phone on top of her desk.

So for the third time that day, she sees you walk through, with your backpack hung over one shoulder and the other with a book. She wants to feel surprised, almost strange how you end up in her class, but instead she almost feels a sense of gratefulness.

She doesn’t want to stare. But her eyes betray her, because in one second her eyes are on you. New students weren’t regular, well in her core classes, sure. But film? Almost never. She watches the way you wait by the teacher’s desk, waiting, unsure, not knowing if you should tap her shoulder or just wait until she notices you. Usually, Vada and Mia would sit together, but sometimes on bad days, they would have to move from talking and laughing too much. So they stuck to sitting diagonally and passing notes in the back of the classroom. Finally, the teacher notices you and the smile she gives you is almost too happy as she rubs your shoulder and stands up.

“Alright everyone,” she quiets down her music, “..usually during film I’d let the music keep rolling, but just for today I’d like you to greet our new student who just transferred here. Her name is Y/N.”

People around the class say awkward hi’s, random waves, some of the girls stare at you and awe, and even some of the well-known guys look at you, eyebrows raised and Vada can almost feel their want for you.

It makes her roll her eyes in disgust.

You do an awkward wave, wanting to shrink into the floor, a smile tugged at your lips.

“Okay sweetheart, there aren’t many options for seating since this class is more compacted than my others. But you can sit next to Vada.” Ms. Valentina points at Vada, “She’s the one in the very back, the open seat behind Mia.”

Your eyes almost light up when you notice Mia’s in your class, giving a small nod and trying to squish into the back.

Mia waves at you, shaking your shoulders to show her excitement as you sit down. Vada can almost smell the sweetness of your shampoo when you sit. It smells like ripe strawberries with the fulfilling scent of roasted marshmallows. She wants to sniff your hair, but you’re already pulling out your notebook from your backpack.

“Hey girl!” Mia whispers, turning around to face you as you smile.

“Hey slurpee stainer,” you joke, your voice is soft, airy, melodic. Not like anything Vada’s ever heard. Sure she’s heard many voices, but yours sounded like a lullaby to shush a baby to sleep if you wanted to.

Mia giggles, slapping your arm, “I said I’m sorryyyy. I’d say I’d take you shopping on the weekends! Don’t use that against me,” she scolds, and that makes you laugh, you cup your mouth to contain the giggles and Vada can hear an adorable squeak come out from it.

“I know, don’t be sorry, I was just joking, I’ll just wash it when I get home,” you whisper.

Before you two could talk again the teacher spoke, “Okay guys, it was a long day yesterday and I was planning on printing out some papers for assignments two days prior, but our school printer broke and the ink on mine is hanging on for dear life.” She pauses, everyone didn’t know where she was going with this, “So I’m just going to roll a movie, you guys can choose but I really don’t have much. You can talk, keep it low and hey, if you’re sitting around Y/N, lighten up the mood and get to know her.”

There were random okays and suggestions. As Ms. Valentina kept reading aloud the names, it was almost certain that Shrek was going to be chosen. For the third time this month. Until she spoke out a new suggestion, and everyone chose La La Land instead.

As she played the movie off the projector, Mia scooted to you.

“Okay, so no pressure, buttt my dad's gone today and I know you said you didn’t have homework. If you don’t want to, it's completely understandable, but me and Vada,” she gestures to the brunette sitting next to you, with her hands clasped together and looking at you with interest, “We sometimes go on pool runs or just drive to the nearest seven eleven. Honestly, it’s whatever. But if you wanna hang, I can give you a ride back home, let you drop off your stuff, and we can get to know each other more at mine. What are you thinking?”

Your lips tug into a thoughtful grin, telling Mia she doesn’t have to because she accidentally spilled her drink on you. But Vada kept staring at you. The blonde glanced at her, she saw her basically staring at your side profile, then back at you before giving her a light leg nudge that you didn’t notice.

“No no! Don’t feel pressured, just know that” Mia breathes and pats your forearm reassuringly, “..that I think we should hang out more, kay? You don’t know how many people don’t get mad when someone spills something on them. At least you’re someone who's patient as hell.” She makes you laugh as you think again.

“Okay, I’d love that,” you respond, simply.

“Then it’s set! Just meet us at that broccoli lookin’ tree, kay?”

As soon as the bell roars and everyone starts opening the gates like it’s the ones they’ll see in heaven, you squish into the crowd of people and look for this broccoli looking tree Mia was referring to. It didn’t take you long.

The only broccoli looking tree was the only tree that was stranded from all the poofy and leafy looking trees, and you could see her with the other brunette that you sat next to in class. You think her name was Vada. You didn’t want to ask, if you did and Vada wasn’t her name, you might as well crawl into a hole.

Mia immediately greets you.

Vada kicks at dirt beneath her, smiling a little foolishly, she realizes when she thinks how silly she might look to you. Her silly smile slightly fades to a more soft one to try and not seem weird. Instead you feel like she might feel uncomfortable with you, maybe she’s closed to people she meets at first. You hope that it doesn’t stay that way

“Get in!” The blonde smiles, and you swerve into the backseat as you drive off to the nearest seven eleven.

Mia’s car smells like flowers, you almost feel a little carsick from the leather and floral scent mixed together. You smell something else though, sweet plum and fluffy musk. You think it’s Vada, you can almost smell her shampoo from here.

It’s a little quiet, Mia talks to Vada, you try not to disrupt so you pretend you're looking at the window staring at literally nothing. It’s like the blue-eyed girl can see the way you try to keep to yourself and don’t want to be involved when you don’t think you should. So she bumps the music up.

Vada wants to talk to you. She can feel this urge for her heart to make her mouth open and speak. But for some reason she feels nervous. It’s weird, she’s usually open and starts off with teasing. Why can’t she speak now? Maybe it’s because.. Vada doesn’t even have a reason to know, she just doesn’t know.

“Dude, how is there traffic already to go to a fucking seven-eleven? We literally just left school.” Mia murmurs, tapping her shoes to the music.

Vada turns around, to look at the cars behind her, maybe to check how many are behind her.

That’s what Mia thought, but Vada wondered what you were doing. She's never met someone that tries to be considerate, to be polite and not wanting to interrupt anyone at any time

She notices the way you take the opportunity of the slightly opened window to take a breath of fresh air and let that small crack to let the small breeze blow through your hair. She sees the way you twirl your necklace up and down, side to side, then spin it around your fingers. She notices how you don’t notice her, so you don’t look at her, you look at the sky, the small baby cows, the cars.

It’s like a pencil is engraving into her mind to write all the details she sees. But she doesn’t know why.

Your figure slightly leans into the window, closing your eyes to rest. Maybe you’re thinking about Mia and what a good friend she is. Maybe you’re thinking about wanting to get to know her, Vada. Maybe you’re thinking of how long it’ll take for you to blend in into this place. Maybe you’re thinking how your place didn’t have many cows everywhere. Maybe you lived in the snowy mountains, or the coastal shorelines where you could take a dip in cool water every summer morning.

She sees your eyes flutter as the car slowly stops. Her body tenses and turns back to the front, you’re already at seven-eleven.

“It’s honestly kind of warm outside, I can turn on the AC on this thing if you don’t wanna go,” Mia says, finally turning around to look at you rubbing your eyes.

“No, no, it’s ‘kay, I’ll come, gotta exercise these legs anyway.” You say, opening her door and following suite with Mia and Vada. The small concreted rocks crunching beneath your shoes.

Mia obviously wants to check out the candy section, but Vada wants another slushy.

“Hold up, I think they have the candy they didn’t have when I checked the other time. Vadaaa you can just roam with Y/N. I’m not sure if you guys had seven-eleven where you lived.” She peeks into the candy section and with a spin of a corner she’s gone.

Vada stands there, awkwardly. She feels like if anything, you should be the one standing there like that. You stand there, looking at the slushies. Cola, blue raspberry, cherry, mountain dew, honestly you didn’t know if you should get one.

“Do you want to get one?” Vada asks, the first time you really heard her speak.

Your ears perk, turning to face her, “I’m not really a slushy person,” you speak softly, “I’m a little thirsty though.”

Vada smiles at that, “I like the cherry flavor and blue raspberry, but you gotta swirl it a certain way for it to taste the way I really like it, y’know?” She speaks, you nod, noticing her baggy basketball shorts and oversized shirt.

She walks closer, she can smell the same sweetness of your scent. Strawberries and roasted marshmallows. Your scent is oddly comforting, a scent where anyone would hug you longer and never let you go to smell it forever.

She stops before you can process anything, slightly backing away and focusing on the slushy dispenser.

“Okay. So like, I know you’re probably not supposed to do this but I just put my index and middle finger under the dispenser and,” she stops, looking at you, “make sure you wash your hands though,” she laughs. “But if you don’t know what flavor, just lick it off your fingers.”

Vada can almost sense you suppressing your laughter, “Seriously! I don’t give two shits about those security cameras. Honestly we go here so often we could get a free slushy and not pay.” She places her fingers under the dispenser of the cherry blast and presses the button, stopping it and licking it off her fingers.

It’s like she’s teaching you. She likes the way you’re interested and really looks like you want to learn.

“Do you want to try?” The slightly shorter brunette asks, her voice trying not to seem pressuring at all.

You think, looking at her fingers as she wipes it with a random brown napkin and throwing it away in the trash, “Okay,” your smooth voice responds before approaching beside her.

You use your index finger and place it under the blue raspberry one.

“This one?” Vada questions, when you nod she presses softly on the dispense button.

Your giggle from the icy cold makes her feel like the happiness she feels when she makes a small child laugh.

Vada turns to look at you and smiles, taking off her hand off the dispense button and watching you lick your fingers. (they were clean I promise)

“I like this one,” you say, making a small eye contact glance with her.

“Do you want it? I can pay.”

“It’s okay, I’ll see what’s at Mia’s home, I seriously don’t think I can finish the small one alone!”

Vada gets to know you more the more Mia invites you. She notices the way you open up, instead of trying to politely look out the window so you don’t disrupt conversations that you aren’t sure what their about, the car is lively,

Loud.

The music is always turned down now, giggles are filled, sometimes there are jokes about classes, teachers, people, the past.

Sometimes there are questions, family, hobbies.

Vada learns you have two siblings, a much younger and much older one, older brother, younger sister.

You like to read and write, play the guitar, bake, you love going on sunsetty and late night drives, it makes her interested in that part.

When you told her, a part of her wanted to tell you, ‘I like late night drives too.’ Maybe she’ll drive you around the freeway on a summer weekend in the future.

She likes the way you include her, how you always include people to make sure they never feel lonely.

She begins to notice the way your smiles aren’t shy anymore, they’re genuine. She can feel the way you’re opening up to her, from the way you look at her in a way she doesn’t remember. You look at her like she feels like she’s the only girl you’re looking at. She sees how your eyes soften in your irises the more you listen to her speak.

Vada never thought she’d experience jealousy for the first time in her life.

Sure she’s felt it before, when her fists clench when she had gotten second place when she was younger. It was like an ember. But this time, it was much stronger.

It was during some school event her high school came up with, couples day or what not.

You sat next to Vada and Nick during lunch, Mia with her friend group usually at this time. You were huddled up to Vada, munching on some chips with your hair up.

“Omph, I think jazz is better than rock honestly,” you say, muffled with chips in your mouth.

“Mmm, reasonable.”

After taking a long refreshing sip of water, you and Vada stand up.

“Nick, me and Y/N are gonna meet up Mia in the hallway, ‘kay? See you weirdo,” Vada walks along with you as you two laugh with each other over random gossip.

As you see Mia in the distance, wanting to wave her over, your friend Liam grabs you by the waist, his hands gentle, flowers in his hand.

You almost jump. You met Liam around the first week of school, he was sweet, gentle-man like. He offered to study with you in the library after school.

“Y/N, hey,” he says, his voice like syrup. Too sweet for your liking, “Sorry for pulling you away. I just wanted to tell you something.”

You saw how Vada stood on the side, awkwardly, not to mention how she was glaring at Liam.

You turn back to the curled hair blonde in front of you, “That’s ‘kay, what is it?”

Liam hands you the flowers he was holding, leaving you, almost confused, your face heating up.

“Look, I know I didn’t know you for long, but you’re sweet, you know? No one ever has to talk bad about you and to be in this school as a person like that is rare. I kind of, you know, like you. You’re pretty, really smart, and have a personality of gold. I know you don’t really like me, but I’d like to know what you think.”

You stare at the flowers held in your hands, your hands feel clammy.

“Liam.. This is really sweet. I appreciate.. You know, you thinking of me in that silver lighting. It honestly, in a sense, makes me feel proud. Thanks. I, I think I need some time, I never thought of you as the kind of person I’d be in a relationship with. But maybe with time if we get to know each other.. You know.. Gosh I’m sorry.” Your voice trails off, a tight smile on your lips, seeing the way Liam nodded immediately in understanding. You felt bad. Rejecting the sweetest boy you ever knew in this school, you just never saw him as something more than a brother.

“Don’t be sorry Y/N, that’s okay, I know what you mean, I just wanted to tell you before it got out of hand, but hey, now that I told you, as long as we stay friends that’s okay. That won’t change any friendship right?”

“I promise,” you assure, smiling a little.

Liam nods again, flowers in your hand as he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze and leans in to kiss your forehead.

He then walks away and you look down at the flowers in hand.

“Okay, that was cheesy as hell,” Vada says, her voice almost annoyed, maybe from waiting to see Liam’s monologue.

“I didn’t even know he felt that way about me.”

Vada rolls her eyes, “Of course you don’t,” you can’t help but feel almost hurt from her words. It’s like she was calling you oblivious, ignorant.

“Why would he even give you flowers? Gosh, he’s going wild for you, you barely even know him. He’s doing too much for someone like you right now,” she scoffed, slightly, not knowing why someone that you haven’t known for a while would give you flowers so early when you didn’t know him that well. But she worded it so wrongly.

Offended, almost wounded, insulted. Did Vada really think you were the kind of person no one would like? Did one of your closest friends find you in a sense, unlovable?

Vada saw the way your figure tensed, your eyes narrowing, before looking like they were about to cry.

Shit.

God she’s never seen you cry before. Vada felt her heart almost shatter, seeing the way your eyes were beginning to fill with tears. She didn’t mean it in a rude way, god now that she thinks about it, that’s one of the rudest things she could say.

She didn’t mean it, Vada doesn’t even know why she said it, maybe she just didn’t think Liam was right for you.

She felt jealousy, and she could feel it herself. Maybe she wanted a sweet guy too.

Or maybe she just wanted you.

“God Y/N, I didn’t mean-” Vada reaches her hand to your shoulder and immediately you shrug it off.

“You don’t think that I’m lovable enough to truly be loved, is that what it is Vada?” You say, your eyes sharp, “You don’t think I’m capable of deserve someone like Liam? How do you even see me?” You murmur, looking obviously, something Vada never wanted in the first place, in disbelief to even feel a tear slip down to your cheek.

“No, I swear I just-”

The bell had rang, and before she could try to apologize, and run after you, you squeezed into the crowd of people, heading for the class Vada knew was the only one you didn’t have with her.

Mia watched from a distance, seeing how tears poured from your eyes as you pushed through the crowds of people.

It’s tense, sort of, when Mia drives to her house.

You’re not talking to Vada, headphones are in, basically screaming that you’re closed off right now. Vada wants to talk to you, but she doesn’t know how to apologize for something she didn’t mean.

You look at the window outside and she feels like this might’ve gone back to stage one, it might take weeks for you to open up again.

But yet again, you’re Y/N, she knows you too well to know that you would never try to ignore her for that long.

Mia has to turn up the music again, something that hasn’t really happened for almost a few months, making small talk with Vada.

When you get to her house, Vada holds the door for you, you don’t look at her, just mumble a small, “thanks.”

“Shoot, sorry guys, if you guys are okay with staying here for half an hour or so, that’d be great. I completely forgot I had to stay after school and drop off one of my friends,” Mia immediately slaps her face, grabbing her bag for dance as she looks back, “Fridge is open if you guys want snacks, remote is in the cabinet under the couch, and all those joints ‘n stuff are in the back. K, love you, see ya,” Mia says, blowing a funny air kiss before shutting the door.

Now it’s awkward, out of all days of course Mia has a practice.

It’s quiet, your headphones are hung around your neck, kicking your feet against the carpet uncomfortably, you don’t know if you want to speak.

“Please, can you talk to me?” Vada pleads, making you almost flinch.

“I’m sorry for what I said today, I swear I didn’t mean it in a mean way towards you. I hope you know me well enough to know I would never mean it, okay? I was just getting a little upset over the fact guys would try asking girls out when they don’t know them that much, you know?.. Um.. Yeah. I guess I got a little overprotective. So I’m sorry. I hate when we don’t talk, it makes me feel like you hate me and stuff.”

You look at her, tugging your bottom lip between your lips, then you breathe, “I don’t hate you Vads. I promise. I just got a little taken aback and I honestly felt a little hurt from your words, especially since I knew you weren’t the kind of person to say those things in a mean manner. I forgive you. I really care about you, it was just weird today. I already felt bad rejecting a sweet boy I met and I wasn’t expecting to have my feelings hurt about it, I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I swear I didn’t, I just didn’t think Liam should’ve asked you so early, I didn’t even think you gave any signs.”

You giggle, making Vada’s shoulders relax from your icy facade beginning to melt, “You sound jealous.”

“Oh, nuh-uh.”

“Mm..” You mutter, not believing her, and making her groan.

Vada quickly changes the topic, realizing how red her face was.

“Do you wanna.. Um, go outside? Take a breather for a bit.”

“Okay.”

As you two close the sliding door, Vada sits down next to you, the silence is now comfortable. Her eyes begin to linger on the pack of cigars in front of her.

“I know you’re not the kind to smoke, but do you wanna share a blunt with me?” Vada asks, softly, it’s a question that you know if you say no, she’ll completely get it.

You hesitate, you never smoked before, let alone want to. But you look at Vada’s eyes and your head nods yes.

“Okay.”

You can see the excitement on her face, she makes a small squeal as she begins to roll the blunt, lighting it up with a lighter, you see her brush off some of the dust.

She places her lips on the cigarette, inhaling softly, before exhaling the smoke and a plethora of smoky fog wafts around you.

Her soft eyebrows raise, her eyes flicking to the blunt and your eyes, offering it to you.

Vada hears you breathe, she can almost feel your breath on her face as you look at the cigarette.

“A little help here?” You ask, voice tiny, shy.

“Okay baby,” Vada jokes, seeing the way your lips try not to smile, but fail miserably.

Vada scoots closer to you, so you two are huddled up and she takes your hand, “Okay, you always spin your led pencil in class, just hold the blunt similarly.” She feels the warmth of your hand and it makes her breath hitch. She puts the blunt between your index and middle finger, in which you make sure to hold with grip. Vada taps on your thumb, “Up,” her voice instructs, in which you support your thumb to hold it.

“Hey, now you got it!” she pats your shoulder, like a ‘yay’

She leans closer to you, your face is mere inches apart as she gently places the end of the cigarette in your mouth. Immediately the smoke fills your senses and you look at Vada, she coaxes you, “Inhale, not too much.” You inhale, wait for a moment, then exhale.

“There you go, you’re making me feel like a teacher Y/N,” she clicks her tongue.

She sees the way you exhale through your mouth, and the smoke fades in front of her face, you take another hit, this time you’re full on staring at Vada, with your doe eyes deep into hers.

The smoke wafts around her again, and when you pass it to her, you lean into her. Hearing how her breath hitches, your body pressed against her.

It goes like that for a while, puff, puff, pass. Where Vada offers the blunt to you, but instead of taking it with your finger, your lips part and your teeth nibble on the cigarette for a moment.

It’s like a game. She doesn’t know if it’s the humor you’ve grown, or the teasing. The teasing. But the way you make eye contact with her while your lips capture the blunt you two have shared makes her stomach stir.

While you smoke and you feel the ease of tranquility wash over your senses, Vada grabs some munchies, cookies, some donuts Mia bought the other day, and some potato chips.

She can’t see you. But she knows you’re staring at her, she can feel the way she senses she’s being watched.

You’re there, staring at her, looking down at her baggy clothing, then looking back up while she puts down the snacks. Your cheeks are flushed, you hear the way the music on your phone is beginning to fade, because you’re here, staring at her.

You think you may have taken too many hits, it’s a different kind of high. You just want to take the potato chips and grow wings. Fly away from this place and go to Italy.

Vada notices, you look spaced out, but you’re staring at her. Not as captivated as you were once before, so she nudges you and you immediately look back up at her. She’s high, she sees a glint in your mesmerizing eyes. A glint that makes her want to pull you closer.

“I feel high,” you state, you don’t notice how you sound till your speech is slurred.

“I think we’ve caught on to that,” Vada laughs, with a roll of her eyes as you snack on potato chips.

“I feel like you're prettyyy Vadss.. Pretty dope and badass,” you say, your fingers showing a peace sign and Vada busts out laughing.

“You have some nasty high that makes you use my kind of slang huh Y/N?”

You’re staring again, except the only difference now is she can tell what kind of stare it is. And this time it makes her feel weird, she can’t put her finger on it.

“Oh yeah, uh huh, yeppers,” you murmur, munching on potato chips and throwing it across the outside couch you sat on, “Can we have a cheese pizza instead with tickling my pickling pickle?..”

Flying. You feel like you’re flying, breathing out and in that smoke. Vada feels like she should be laughing but by the time she feels that she already is.

The cigarette in your hand gets twisted and her footsteps on it, cracking it.

“Think that’s enough for today Y/N, you’re not speaking from the heart.”

“Pickles?”

“No.”

“Dill.”

“No pickles!”

“Yes pickl-No!!!-okay..”

Finally, Vada drags you inside Mia’s house, carrying you to the couch and tossing you on it.

“WeeeEeeEEeEEE,” you’re acting silly. Vada has never seen this care-free, childish side in you.

“I think you’re gonna need to sleep this high off sleeping beauty.”

“I can’t sleeeeeep.”

“Well you need to sleep,” Vada forces, authority lacing her voice. You make a grumble.

“Okay fine,” the small cushion on the couch shifts from you moving around so much. Vada watches you in the corner of your eye, finding it a little cute the way you are right now.

She was going to buy some dill pickles while you closed your eyes, but you seemed like you couldn’t, making Vada sigh and approach you.

“Scooch,” her voice rings in your ears, rubbing your hair softly as you make a tired, grumpy sound and scoot a little, your body wrapped into a marshmallowy blanket.

She doesn’t think she would do this, but if she can make you shut up a little bit, and feel your warmth, maybe it’ll be okay. The shorter brunette feels the way you curl into her body and melt like putty. She doesn’t think much of it, what you two are sharing right now.

Vada feels fond, to let you feel safe in her arms, is something she will always cherish.

Her voice hushes you, pressing her lips to your forehead, while you murmur about pickles. The whispers begin to die down, like the ending of a symphony. She cuddles you, you nudge your nose into her chest, “Don’t go Vads..” your voice is barely heard, but she can hear it, “Stay.”

“It’s okay Y/N, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky,” her pinky raises up and interlocks with yours.

“Okay.”

“Now sleep angel,” her voice is teasing, but part of it she feels like you’ve grown on her, this childish side that she finds sweet.

You don’t respond, of course you don’t, because as soon as she looks down at you asleep on her chest. And by the time she can even process, Vada is asleep with you.

Mia comes home seeing you two sleep together, taking 5 photos and even having the time to take 2 polaroid pictures of you two wrapped into each other.

“Those two are going to be together soon.”

It’s the fourth time you’ve watched Shrek in film class. 4 damn times for 2 months.

Vada is starting to tick, you giggle at it. But she finds Shrek so iconic, she can’t bring herself to hate it. Well for now.

“I fucking feel like I can actually memorize each line by now,” she mutters, it makes you and Mia laugh even harder.

“Why doesn’t Ms. Valentina choose the movies after that? It’s always just Shrek 1.”

Vada doesn’t even know by now.

The lights turn off, the only sunshine you can see is from the warmth of the sun that creeps into the blinds. The best part of having film in this period is that she always has it first on Fridays. Which means when the light switches turn off, it’s the queue where everyone pushes the desks and gets comfy, the desks stay on the side for the rest of the day.

After grunts and small clatter of water bottles falling down from people pushing the desks, everyone crawls to their spot in their own little friend group they have.

Vada already has the couch in the back of the classroom reserved, she doesn’t give no shits, if she’ll fight for it she will.

You find it a little funny, since you remember how people stopped trying to fight, she’s persistent.

She pats the seat next to her and you sit next to her. Mia sits next to you.

And for the rest of the period you three gossip, curl into each other, and chatter.

Once again, at the end of the school day, you, Vada, and Mia are laying together on the couch with several blankets and stuffed animals stacked on top of each other.

“Pass the popcorn please,” you nudge Mia, who’s holding the large popcorn box filled with buttery popcorn (that she kept when she ordered a jumbo sized popcorn box from the movies, that cost 10 damn dollars.) Mia passes it to Vada, which munches on a handful, then hands it to you. Of course with you ending up with some popcorn thrown into your hair.

You happy snack on the popcorn, munching and crunching. Vada and your hands dig into the bottom with the richer buttered popcorn. The brunette’s cheeks feel warm from feeling your hand. Maybe from the blanket. Maybe from the heat of the popcorn. Or maybe something else.

Mia regrets asking Vada for a movie recommendation. As soon as she sees Vada search up ‘Sh’ on the search bar, she groans, seeing how Vada clicked Shrek.

For the second, fucking, time, today.

As the movie begins to roll, the blonde whispers, “If I have children, I’m never gonna let them watch this. It’s been playing way more than enough and I am not risking having to play it every morning when I’m older.”

Vada snorts, “I’m going to tell your children that it’s a great movie, so great that they’ll play it morning and night.”

It goes like that for the next 30 minutes, you two are snug, with a fluffy weighted blanket draped over the three of you as the movie continues.

As the forty five minute mark surpasses, Vada is distracted in the movie. She’s seen it 4 times, yet she’s still watching it. She feels a faint pressure press against her shoulder, she brushes it off, she knows that it’s her brain signaling her to stop watching the movie.

She doesn’t.

But as the minutes pass, the pressure stays, if not stronger.

She feels curious, turning her head away from the projector to find you asleep peacefully on her shoulder. Vada’s eyes soften at the sight of your lips parted, gentle breaths blowing on her neck from your lips and the white of the blanket covering your chin. You’re asleep, and it brings her back to you two asleep on each other the other day. But this time it feels different. You two aren’t high.

You were curled up to her, with your legs tucked and faced to the edge of the couch. She’s seen you asleep before, when you were so tired one hung out that Mia lent you your room. Vada only peeked inside to see you asleep and still like a rock. You aren’t the kind to fall asleep easily, let alone snore. But Vada could hear a soft snore fall from your lips.

Vada can’t help it, but she feels a grin trying to form on her face, as you curl up to her, she tucks a hand around your waist to pull you closer. Now your hair is draped all over her shoulders, she sniffs it, nudging her nose to your hair. Your shampoo smells again like strawberries.

Except this time it smells more intoxicating.

It smells so lightly sweet. But it makes her feel dizzy, her nose to the top of your head, relying on your scent to comfort her.

You shift lightly, a soft murmur being made as your eyes slightly twitch, but fall asleep just as fast when she takes a strand of hair in her fingertips and curls it.

As you're asleep and Vada is focused on you, Mia mumbles against her, quiet enough to not wake you. The TV was already loud enough, plus you were all the way in the corner.

“You like Y/N,” she says, and it wasn’t an opinion, it was a rhetorical statement.

Vada slows down with her fingers curling in your hair, turning to face Mia.

She feels a stutter get caught into her throat, “Uh, w-wait what?”

“You like Y/N,” she says again, her blue eyes looking at Vada, searching for an answer. An answer she already knew, she just needed to hear it from her.

“N-no, what? Mia, what makes you think that?”

It sounds stupid to the blonde, a small laugh coming from her, she speaks quieter so you can’t hear her, although you’re knocked off asleep.

“Well, to start off, since she stepped into our film class for the first day, you couldn’t stop staring at her Vads. And when I invited her so we could get to know her better, I’ve never seen you so quiet with someone until you met her. You’re always so open to meeting new people. At first, I thought you were nervous,” Mia laughs, finding it almost unbelievable when she says it out loud, “and never thought the Vada Cavell would be nervous to meet new people. But you look at her like the missing puzzle piece you’ve taken years to find. You look at her like she’s given you the light to your universe.”

Vada wants to roll her eyes, tell Mia how insane she is, she wants to throw her hands in the air. But she doesn’t want to, she doesn’t want to wake you up, she just wants to press her lips to your forehead and tell you that everything is okay when you wake up.

But it all comes down at her at once. She can’t believe it herself. Well she knew she felt something. The the way she sees things now. Where she’d walk into a library filled with books and think, “Y/N would love it here.” Or when she’d smell the aroma in the air when Amelia and her mother would bake cookies together, and can’t help, but think about you.

Mia herself has a guitar, and when there are days when you can’t make it, Vada spends two hours as her best friend talks to her to practice. So maybe one day, when she sees you pull out her guitar, she’ll say, “I can play it too.”

And when your pretty eyes already reveal the yearn you feel to hear her play, she’ll play all the songs that she’s practiced while she eagers you to cuddle up to her. Then you’ll realize they are all your favorite songs. Because Vada spent every two hours when you’re not there to practice for you.

She hears Mia keep speaking, “You bring her up every time you can, okay? You’re reminded of her everywhere you go, and I’ve never seen you or her look at someone the way you do with each other. Remember that day you two first met? The whole car rode to seven eleven, you were staring at her staring at the window.”

“You’re falling for her day by day Vada,” Mia says, and the brunette can see the way Mia begins to smile, “You just don’t notice it until you realize how much she means to you. You used to refuse to take the extra guitar I had, but when you saw the way she played riffs, you took it and played songs that you knew one day you would want to play for her.”

Mia pauses, then speaks again, “You should’ve seen how shattered she was when you grew over protective of her and said some things that came out wrong. You didn’t see the way as soon as she left for 5th period she was going to cry. Come on, and you two fucking fell asleep with each other. It’s like I’m reading the slowest burn wattpad book in reality.”

The shorter girl is still stroking through your hair, as you’re asleep with soft snores coming out of your mouth every once in a while, still trying to process something she knew was true for a long time.

Vada doesn’t want to admit it, but she exhales a breath she didn’t know she was holding, “I don’t know. I just feel really fond of her I guess. She’s grown really special to me and I think she’s someone I never knew I needed in my life. She’s there to you know, listen. Or be open to whatever..” Vada plays with the string of her oversized shorts while letting you nuzzle to her neck. “I guess she’s more important to me than I thought.”

Mia silently squeals, nudging Vada’s shoulder, “You can’t not convince me she likes you too, okay? Now you better fucking confess or I’m going to do a backflip and crack your neck open.”

Vada hasn’t felt nervous since she met you, but today she was nervous nervous. She bought sky blue, pink, ivory, and sweet apple tulips.

It feels so cheesy, but she’s fucking here for it.

She prepares a basket with everything she knows about you, lego flowers, a cow stuffy with some random coquette bow attached to it, (that she may have not asked your older brother what animal you liked.) As soon as she shopped, the cute little cow with the laced bow wrapped around it was calling for her.

She fills the basket with kisses, tears off the most beautiful, raw pieces of poetry, she read and thought of you. She tears the extra copies of the songs she played on the guitar because of you, and adds it as scraps.

And of course, she adds small fairy lights, then attaches all the photos she has with you. She has never been more thankful for Mia always taking 2 polaroids whenever you take one together, so she can keep one and add it to her memory book.

She’s anxious, picking at her fingers, it’s like when she first experienced the shooting. Except this is a hundred times worse.

Mia drops her off Saturday morning, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, “The worst she can say is no,” and by the way Vada clenches the basket she has for you, Mia quickly adds, “Which is a .00001% chance. Trust me, I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

Vada rolls her eyes, clearly not helping easing her anxiety as she closes the door and approaches your door, knocking softly.

When it’s open, she’s greeted with the sight of a newly awoken you, looking sleepy, but she thinks it makes you even cuter.

You’re wearing the plaid pants she lent you, she remembers you couldn’t stop wearing it because it was so comfy. She let you have her extra fourth pair. She found it funny whenever she saw you waddling around in her oversized clothes.

“Mhh..” You keep rubbing your eyes, a yawn escaping out of you, “Vads it’s 8AM on a Saturday morning, what’s going o-” you finally open your eyes to have a nervous fidgety Vada with tulips, some Valentine's day throwup basket and a heart shaped balloon.

Vada takes a deep breath before pushing the tulips towards your way, “Okay, Y/N, I don’t know what to say. But I wanted to tell you for a while now. I notice the way I bring you up everyday, or how long my gaze lingers when you’re in the same room as me. Or how I find a way to bring our friendship up every second I can. I’ve grown the motivation to do the hobbies I’ve seen you once do. And.. I’m not the person to.. Get nervous when I meet people for the first time. But, you’ve been someone who I feel protective over, and you’re special to me in a way where you’re someone I didn’t ever think I needed in my life. But meeting you has really made you be the highlight of my day. I didn’t think it was possible to feel butterflies, let alone these fluttering sparks when you’re near. Or to realize the feelings I felt when Liam gave you flowers and wanted to ask you out was jealousy. It just feels right to have you with me, here. You’ve really distracted me from all the things I’ve found stressful, and no one has ever been able to do that. I didn’t even think it was possible. I-I don’t even know how, but it was like some invisible string tied us when I met you, but I’m so thankful you’re in my life. And it’s so weird to say this now..”

Vada pauses, catching her breath and trying not to make eye contact with you, but she can see your cheeks getting rosy. Your hands are full with her flowers. You certainly don’t look awkward like you once did with Liam. More like, overly shy now. You’re blushing. And this time your hands don’t feel clammy. This time, you’re so desperate to feel her hands on your waist and have your hands tucked around her to hug her.

Vada gulps and blurts out almost too quickly to comprehend, “But I like you. Will you go out for dinner with me this Friday night? I get if you don’t feel the same, and I just want you to know I don’t want our friendship to be ruined at all but-”

“Vada, I’d love to go out with you.” You interrupt, wanting her to shut up and kiss you. To do all the sweet things you thought of when you smoked with her, to fly with her and carry her home.

“R-really? You’re not just saying that?”

“No. I think.. I don’t know, I think we’ve grown really really close, in a way where I never had someone that I could rely on so much. I really didn’t think meeting you could, you know, make my day a hundred times better, and I always felt confused with my feelings, you know? In a way where I feel like friends shouldn’t feel the sweet way I think about you?”

“Yeah..” Vada murmurs, “Yeah,” she says, more understanding.

She turns to you, you look like spring. The season, with your hands filled with flowers, your hair perfectly ruffled and your hair curling in your ends. Vada speaks again, “Do you want to give us a try? You know, I just don’t ever want us to not be friends one day because we didn’t work out.”

“Please,” you whisper, and when you say that she immediately pulls you in for a hug.

This hug is just as comforting as all the other ones she’s given you in the past. But now, the thought of this hug being something more isn’t there anymore. Because it is something more. It makes you bury your nose into her chest.

Mia smiles in the distance, snapping a photo of you two hugging, “Those two love birds, I called it.”

Friday night

Here you are, in a black dress you remember you fell in love with when you went shopping. It was a simple dress where your shoulders were exposed, a laced neck and you put on some hoops.

The dress was not too short, but it stopped a little before your knees.

And of course, a string tying the prettiest bow on the back of your waist, you didn’t want to admit it, but you felt pretty when you looked at the mirror.

Your mother dropped you off outside of the restaurant Vada reserved.

She kisses your cheek goodbye, winking for good luck as you wave and watch her go. Now you kind of regret not bringing a jacket. You should’ve brought the leather one you were thinking about at the last minute, and decided not to.

Your headphones are plugged in, you’re 15 minutes early, and as the minutes tick, you feel colder from the sun beginning to set.

Cologne by beabadoobee is playing, you ruffle your curled hair, till you feel the music abruptly stop and your headphones being wrapped around your neck.

You can hear Vada’s voice, ruffling your hair, “Hi,” she says, not more awkward than you feel right now. You feel her gaze linger on your figure, and suddenly you feel hot, the cold you felt 5 minutes ago was completely gone.

She rubs your shoulders, and you can tell what you’re wearing just made her fall much more for you.

What she’s wearing is not Vada. Not her basketball shorts and oversized tees. This is Vada, in all black with the lightest makeup, you can still see the freckles you love. Her hair is half up half down, and you brush her bangs to the side.

“Vads,” you breathe, and the way you call her that makes her heart pound ferociously, “You look pretty.”

“I tried my best, how do I look, silly pretty girl?” Vada twirls her dress, making you laugh.

“Like something Vada would never wear, but I love it.”

“You’re the one to talk, all soft and shy girl wearing something that I would definitely not stop staring at this whole evening. It’s perfect. You’re perfect, come on Y/N,” she tugs your wrist slightly, noticing how your wrists are decorated with the bracelets you two made together in the past. It makes her smile while she points at it, “Good decoration choice.”

“Only for the best.”

As you two enter the restaurant, you reach for Vada’s hand, she can see the way you’re searching for her. Like a puppy whining for its mother. She drifts her hand towards you and interlaces it with yours.

The place is dimly lit. The only light is from the sunsetty view and the fairy lights that are hung.

It’s romantic.

And you feel all blushy, like some teenage girl in a friends to lovers book.

Vada feels the way you grasp onto her hands, your fingertips squeezing, she can already tell you’re nervous, she calms you down with a circle with her thumb on the back of your palm.

You two sit next to each other, looking at the menu.

It’s getting a little cold, and you shift, “Okay, not to ruin the mood, but I have no clue what in the hell I should get,” Vada laughs, the Y/N humor she knew was clearly showing.

“What about we share some alfredo and their bread? Their bread is so filling and to die for.”

You nod, to go with the flow, “Okay Vads, whatever you think is good must be yummy.”

You two order and spend the time talking, by the next 15 minutes of waiting, you’re cuddled into her, playing with her hair.

“Hey, you’re messing my hair up silly.”

“I like playing with it. It’s very smooth!”

Vada presses her lips to your temple, rubbing your cheeks to make your blush more apparent.

“Stop that.”

“Well I think it’s cute when your face is all pink.”

You make a quiet whine, Vada still smells your toasted marshmallow and strawberry scent. The scent she could never get tired of. The intoxicating sweetness.

A few moments later with cuddles and talks, your food arrives and you share the noodles, digging in. Vada drapes your hair back so it won't fall into the sauce. As you eat and munch, Vada twirls the noodles on her fork and brings it to your lips, looking into your eyes. You look back up at her, feeling tiny as you open your mouth and she feeds you. You feed her back, letting her rub the small speck of sauce on your cheek with her thumb.

“Stop being so shy,” Vada whispers, nudging your nose to hers.

“I’m just nervous, I’ve never done this before,” you whisper back.

“Well, it’s just me, nothings gonna change, I swear, maybe I’ll throw more pillows during pillow fights though,” she jokes, and that makes you nuzzle your nose more to hers.

You press your lips to her cheek and continue snacking on bread rolls and dessert.

“The stars are really bright today,” you say, your hand in Vadas as you two are staring at the scene above you, the sunset long gone and replaced with the light from the moon.

“Wellll, I think that just means that we’re amazing for each other, huh?”

“Maybe.”

“Nope, it’s a yes.”

“Yep.”

The heat you felt when you first saw Vada when your date began was gone, you were cold. No doubt did the girl not notice, seeing your slightly trembling figure. She drapes her leather jacket over you as you make a small noise of appreciation, sniffling your nose. The jacket immediately warms you up, you pull it to your shoulders more.

Her soft eyes look down at you, and she sees the way the stars reflect off your eyes, those eyes. She feels lucky to be able to be greeted by them every single day you’re around.

“Thank you for today,” you finally breathe, and Vada boops your nose.

“Well thank you for always being sweet and silly. I wouldn’t trade this moment for anyone else.”

You boop her nose back, sharing a slurpee that of course you got from seven eleven. It brings her deja vu. To remember how you first politely refused on buying a slurpee when you first met Vada. Then beginning to use the trick she taught you to poke your finger under the dispenser and lick your finger. Then buying your own small slurpee. Then to share it with one straw.

As you two reach her house, she twirls you on the porch and lifts you up, making you squeal and giggle. It’s quiet, comfortable silence as she looks down at your lips. And she knows you want her too. Your legs wrap around her, and you lean and press your lips to hers.

She feels sparks and a flock of butterflies stirring in your stomach when you’re around, but as she feels your soft, warmth of your lips on hers, she feels fireworks. Electricity shocking her whole body. She hears you make a soft moan of longing, something you wanted for so long. She wanted you for so long too. Her lips press against yours more, feeling your desperateness as she leans more pressure onto you. You taste like sweet strawberries, indulging on the way you make a noise of wanting more more more of her lips as her tongue runs over your bottom lip.

You both pull away, panting, cheeks flushed, your body feels like it’s flaming into oblivion, she grabs your waist tightly, then a small smile forms on both of your faces.

“I’m pretty sure you kiss during like.. Your fourth date.”

“Oh,” Vada says, faking to look sad before cracking up a grin, “Oh well, we’re too in love with each other and we broke that! Too bad, so sad.”

You giggle as she twirls you around and brings you into her room, kissing your neck along the way, she tosses you into the bed and you squeal, kicking your legs as she crawls next to you.

“Come here,” she whispers, you scoot closer to embrace and she wraps her arms around you, switching the fireplace on and playing some music in the background.

She spoons you, but you turn your front to be pressed to her chest, feeling her kisses on your neck and her fingers ghosting along your jawline.

“Pretty girl,” she coos, seeing the way you were a little tired, “Sleepy?”

“Yes.”

You bury your nose into her, her sweet, musky, coconut scent comforts you. The way your scent mixes and it just smells so… Your eyes are fluttering before you can come up with a thought. You stir in Vada’s arms, feeling her arms wrapped around your waist and your limbs tangled together.

“Don’t let go, stay,” you whisper, like you once did before in the past.

“I won’t, pinky promise, I’ll be here baby. Go to sleep, okay?”

You both begin to fall asleep, with polaroids hanging off you wrapped around vines around Vada’s bed. There was one with you two holding slushies and showing off your purple tongues, another one with you two in a group photo, one that Vada loved the most, where you two were cuddling.

miaa: you owee meee omg u guys r adorable, update me tmmrw vads

Your pinkies interlock and your cuddle up to her. She can see the way your eyes twitch from closing. She knows you’re asleep when she hears your breathing begin to even out. And she definitely knows she’s your comfort, because a soft snore slips out of you no longer than 5 minutes later.

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PAIRING ➔ jj maybank x pogue!reader

WARNINGS ➔ drowning/ near drowning experience, mention(s) of blood & death, swearing, jj telling reader he’s in love with her, pogues just being pogues

SYNOPSIS ➔ boat adventures with the friend group are never normal, but when an accident happens, all hell breaks loose and it sends the group into a frenzy.

A/N: i told you guys this would be my personality from now on & not proofread, because y’all know i can’t spell, this is a reoccurring issue

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being up at the chateau was an everyday thing. when you weren’t home, you’d be lying around the chateau.

there wasn’t anything wrong with your parents, you just preferred to be around your friends all the time. the five of you were inseparable and quite frankly, from the day they first met you, you considered them family.

boat days were always fun whether it would be an adventure or just an actual boat day.

you could never turn them down, you were already with the people you loved, so being out on the water drinking a couple beers and partying on ‘hms pogue’ was your guys thing and it was almost the only thing you guys did (besides coming to the near brink of death most of the time.)

you sat on the porch along with kie waiting for jj, pope, and john b to finish cleaning up the house after last nights fiasco.

“look pope, all i’m saying is that you should’ve just played beer pong with us, you might’ve liked it.” jj said as he walked out the door with pope, flipping his hat backwards with a shit eating grin on his face.

and you sure did love it.

“j, you were damn near butt naked dancing around the backyard with a duck floatie on your head, while threatening to rub your ass on john b.” you said as kie laughed right next to you.

“hey, y/n, loved the show so i don’t know why you’re complaining.” jj said before he tapped his finger on his tongue before putting it on the side of his ass and making a sizzle sound.

you laughed before playfully punching his arm.

you all trailed off the porch and all boarded hms pogue. “so pope, you gonna have fun today and live a little?” you said nudging his arm while wiggling your eyebrows.

pope whipped his head towards you, “y/n i always have fun so i don’t know what you’re talking about.” john b snorted and shook his head. “you haven’t done anything fun since your pants got hooked onto the railing, that was almost two weeks ago.”

you & jj both slapped your hands against your mouths before giggling like little kids. “what’s so funny?” pope questioned, this caused you two to pretend to wipe your mouths and clear your throats and sitting up properly.

“i’m sorry sir, i apologize for my immature reaction, it won’t happen again sir!” jj said as you both saluted him while laughing. this caused pope to roll his eyes and look away from you both.

kie took a seat next to pope as she sat back next to him, “here”, she said before handing him a beer. he smiled at her before accepting the beer and opening it.

meanwhile, you & jj had already beat him to it and were seeing who could shotgun faster than the other.

you had kie cheering you on while john b & pope cheered on jj. before the other three knew it, you slammed the small aluminum can on the bottom of the boat floor and threw up your arms in the air cheering. “take that jj!” you said while laughing.

for a moment jj swore he felt his heart beating a mile a minute, it was a little cliche of him to feel something like this during this moment.

he held his hands up and got on one knee, “i surrender, your highness!” he said laughing.

now you were the one who was feeling something in your heart, something like butterflies.

“get up you dork.” you said laughing.

john b had figured that this was the perfect time to lower the small anchor from the boat so you all could settle down and finally get the party started.

“hold on john b, i think there’s something in the water.” pope said before standing up and moving to the bow of the boat.

“very funny pope, john b just keep going.” kie said, there was a hint of worry in her voice, that went unnoticed by you, but you said nothing and decided to make nothing of it.

you stood at the back of the boat standing with your arms crossed along with jj sitting right next to you. everything was still for a moment.

but before you knew it you were sent flying backwards which caused you to fall and hit your head, in which the hit had enough force to ultimately send you flying off the boat.

everything was a mess, clothes, phones, & bags were all scattered on the boat. it took everyone a minute to recuperate and snap back into reality.

“everyone okay?” john b croaked as he held his shoulder. it didn’t take jj long to figure out that you were missing. “y/n. where’s y/n?!” he said frantically looking everywhere for you.

kie was nearly on the brink of tears before she spotted you. “jj she’s over there!” she said as she pointed to your limp body that was face down. jj wasted no time, jumping into the water and swimming over to you.

approaching you, he noticed a streak of blood, “no, no, no.” was all that he muttered to you before flipping you over on your back.

his mind was racing a mile a minute, seeing that you had a small gash in the side of your forehead. he quickly swam his way back to boat, “jj are you okay?” pope asked him frantically, “don’t worry about me! worry about y/n!” he said before john b and kie carefully pulled you back into the boat.

jj hopped back onto the boat before pope took control of the boat and turning it back around in hopes to find help quickly before making it close enough to the chateau in case things really took a turn for the worse.

he quickly made his way over to you and was panicking, to be honest he was losing his mind. he didn’t know how he could live in a world without you.

he wouldn’t admit it, but he was in love with you. he tried to make it so obvious, but you never caught onto the clues. almost everyday, he wished he could pull you to the side and tell you how badly he was in love in with you. he never knew what was holding him back.

“cmon y/n, don’t leave us now. not you.” he brought one of his hands to cup the side of your face and without thinking, he ran his thumb across your cheek.

he wasn’t gonna lose you not here and not now.

without thinking he leaned closer towards your face, hoping to hear that you were breathing. he sat back up and rolled you over onto your side.

kie was now in full on tears, she was watched her friend as the life was slipping away from her, pope had his palms resting on the top of his head, john b witnessing everything in disbelief. this wasn’t the way they wanted this day to go, not to witness their best friend dying.

before you knew it your eyes shot open and you were overwhelmed with the feeling of coughing up water. “there you go y/n. we’ve got you. i got you.” jj said as he held you closer to him.

your arms reluctantly wrapped around him as hot tears spilled from your eyes and down your cheeks. kie, john b, and pope all immediately came to over to you and jj and hugged the two of you.

you sat in the living room curled into jj’s side, your head resting on his shoulder. the sole thing comforting you now was the feeling of jj’s fingertips running up and down the sensitive skin of your arm. you stared into a empty space, not even beginning to find anything.

“i thought i lost you for good y/n.” jj quietly spoke up.

his words snapped you back into reality, and you looked at him. “i really did, i don’t know what i would’ve done with myself if i did lose you. you’re such an important girl that’s been part of my life. for a long time i’ve been falling in love with you y/n, i couldn’t bring myself to confess it then, but this was too much of a close call. i love you y/n.”

“i love you y/n.”

those were the only 4 words that somehow brought a ringing sensation to your ears. without thinking twice, you brought your hands up to his face and quickly pressed your lips against his. jj pulled you closer to him as if you’d slip out his grasp at any moment.

pope opened the door, he almost opened his mouth to say something but he caught a glimpse of you & jj. he smiled and silently cheered on jj for finally doing what he said he’d do one day.

pope quietly closed the door and went back to the porch with kie & john b.

you pulled away from the kiss and you looked him in his baby blue eyes. they were filled with so much love and hope.

“i love you too jj.”

he placed his lips on your forehead, you were his girl. he kept an oath to himself, he was always going to keep you save no matter the circumstances.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank fic #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x y/n #obx ⋆｡ °✩

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petersbaby · 1 year

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Virgin!eddie x reader featuring Steve

A/N: this takes place in college and it’s gonna be an awkward read most likely because, well, he’s a virgin and that’s a given. Don’t tell me it’s cringe or I will bite you I know it is that’s the point

Warnings: cuckolding kinda, smut (sex), awkward/virgin Eddie

“She loves it. See?” Steve starts, his voice coming from behind you, speaking to the boy across the room and then to you, “Don’t ya love it, baby?”

“Yes, Stevie.” You lift your head up off the pillows your face was buried in to respond. You don’t know quite how, but you’ve ended up in a situation that goes something like this: your boyfriends best friend, who he shares a dorm room with, has some perverted tendencies and your boyfriend tends to enable them.

Eddie would watch you two fuck, Steve would show Eddie nude pictures of you that he took on his Polaroid camera, Eddie would masturbate at the thought of you, soon getting comfortable enough to start masturbating at the sight of you.

Right in front of you. You couldn’t deny that he’s big, never in a million years. But you never said it out loud, it was more of a secret thought to you because you knew you shouldn’t be thinking it. No matter what, Steve enjoyed this, he liked the strange power dynamic. He had something his friend didn’t and he loved to show you off.

Eddie was basically a virgin, chronically lonely and sexually frustrated, and Steve had the girl of his dreams- both of their dreams- wrapped around his finger to the point you do a lot of things you’ve never done before just because he asked you. Like this, for example, being bent over with your ass in the air, back arched, trying not to fall apart as Steve wrecks you.

Backshot after backshot, each thrust seems to increase in force. Your face hid itself in the bed, as it usually would, to keep you quiet and from being heard moaning. The other boy watches from his own bed, eyes wide with some kind of perverted sense of wonder.

“Holy shit, that feel good?” He asks curiously, not to either of you in particular.

“Mhmm,” “Hell yeah it does.” You and Steve respond at the same time.

This time Eddie wasn’t jerking off, which he’d done in your presence a couple of times before, instead just palming at himself through his sweatpants, just trying to ease the ache he got from watching you get fucked senseless.

He thought he could control himself, wait til later to get off. Wait til the two of you had gone later on to go get late night snacks or something and have the room to himself to moan your name while he did it. Maybe even with a pair of your panties he wanted to steal but never did from your overnight bag.

“Oh my god, Steve, please.” You cry, unsure what you’re begging for.

“I got you, baby, gonna cum for me?”

“Mmh- yes. Gonna cum.” You breathe out, and he slams into you a few more times til your muscles tighten and spasm and you’re moaning out desperately. He pushes your face back down into the pillow to muffle your cries as he fucks you through your orgasm and into his own, pumping every last bit of his seed deep inside you.

Suddenly, Eddie looks down to see he’s had a bit of an accident, wet spot visible on his grey pants where the tip of his cock sat throbbing. As you get dressed again, and Steve remains shirtless but puts back on the same blue jeans he was wearing, you both decide to check in on Eddie and when you look over at him, his cheeks are tinged red with something. Shame, embarrassment?

The two of you silently agreed to leave him alone, opting for putting the rest of your clothes on and running out for snacks from the nearest 7/11.

“You want anything, Eds? Going to the store across the road.” Steve offers while shrugging his jacket on and grabbing his wallet.

“Huh? Oh. No, I’m good. Thank you.”

“So what do you think?”

“I don’t know… I know he watches but he’s never actually come close to me and… you know, touched me, and everything…”

“You’ll literally make his entire life. Best day ever for him, in the books, one hundred percent.”

Your eyes wander around the room while you think.

“He’s always been a really good friend to me, I feel like it’s my duty to get him laid. For Christ’s sake, he came in his pants yesterday. It’s almost pathetic.”

“That’s your fault, you created a monster. I’m not the one who said he could watch us have sex, that was all you.”

“And anyways, I know you’re at least a little bit curious. Don’t think I’ve never noticed the way you stare at him while I’m fucking you.”

“Okay, yeah, fine. Maybe a little. I mean, he is pretty cute..”

“Ah ah. Stop right there. Don’t go too far, gonna make me jealous.”

“You can’t handle me saying he’s cute but you want me to fuck him?” You question incredulously.

“It’s just a one-time thing. Once he gets this experience, he’ll be able to go find his own girlfriend. You’re mine.”

“Alright, you two, I’m gonna go take a shower. I’ll be right back.” Steve announces, smiling at you before grabbing some clothes and walking to the bathroom, leaving you alone with Eddie. You sit on the floor with him, on the carpeted surface you had lazily sat on for the past few hours while you studied and he wrote in his journal. Probably song lyrics, you think.

You sigh loudly, shutting the book in your lap and looking over at him.

“That’s about all the studying my brain can handle for tonight. What’re you working on?” You ask inquisitively.

“I dunno, it’s either a song or just a really shitty poem. It’s stupid.” He shrugs.

“Can I see?” You ask, and before he has the chance to answer you’re scooting over to where he is to sit beside him.

“Uh, yeah I guess. It’s a rough draft, okay, so don’t make fun of it.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder as you read the page of the notebook he was holding. It definitely read like a shitty poem, but he said it was a work in progress, to be fair.

“No, it’s good. I like it.” You tell him assuringly once you finished reading.

“Really?” He asks.

“Mhm. Really.” You say softly.

“I’ve got uh… I’ve got some more, if you want to see. Better ones, finished ones.” He clarifies.

“I’d love to.”

But before he could turn the page, the door to the room cracks open and you see a wet-haired Steve peeking through it carefully. When he sees you two on the floor, right beside each other reading the book, he pushes it open carelessly.

“Cmon, what are you guys doing, cuddling? I told you to make a move on him.” He says flatly, disappointedly.

“Steve.” You scold through gritted teeth, trying to warn him to shut up, and he shuts the door behind him.

“Do something.” He says, making eye contact with you.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Eddie asks Steve, confused.

“She’s gonna let you fuck her. Isn’t that real nice of her?” He says in an almost condescending tone, which happened often when he was joking. He didn’t mean it, but Eddie starts to panic in confusion.

“I- uh.. I..” he starts to stutter.

“Drop the attitude. You’re scaring him.” You tell Steve, placing a comforting hand on Eddie’s leg.

“You’re right, you’re right. Sorry. Did you kiss him yet?” Steve asks, coming to his bed to sit, looking down at you both on the carpet.

“No, I didn’t.” You say sheepishly.

“Do you want her to?” He glances over to him.

He’s still confused, but nods.

“Okay then. Go on.”

“Yeah?” You ask Eddie softly, searching his eyes for any kind of negative emotion before leaning in.

“Yeah.” He nods quickly again, and you turn to face him. You take his chin in your hand, stubble beneath your touch, and press your lips against his. You kiss sweetly for a minute, slow and gentle. Before you can deepen it any, he pulls away.

“No. Wait, seriously, I’m confused. What… is this?” He asks, looking at Steve and he chuckles.

“I’m giving you the opportunity of a lifetime, big boy. Whether you take it or not, that’s up to you.” He offers. Eddie takes his glance away from Steve and back to you, and goes right back in but harder this time, your lips smashing together. You smile slightly into the kiss at his sudden force, the way he moved like he needed you in order to breathe.

You take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting on it slightly which made him gasp. When his mouth parted, you took advantage of it and parted your lips too, tongue gliding over his bottom lip and gaining entrance. At this point, you understood. The feeling that you can’t breath, the pure need and built up lustful tension that you hadn’t realized was there.

“Go get to your bed, no girl is gonna be very happy with being fucked on the ground.” Steve advises, and you both get up and into Eddie’s bed where you lay down and he climbs on top of you.

“God, holy shit. When uh- what do we…” he rambles, pulling away from you again. Steve muses at the flustered state of his friend “Whenever you’re ready.” You respond, knowing he isn’t positive what he should do next.

“Shit, okay..” he sits up on his knees, unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down his legs and somehow shimmying out of them. He isn’t phased that Steve is right there watching, it’s nothing that he hadn’t seen before. Steve has seen all of him, and Eddie’s seen all of Steve. It was a weirdly close friendship but you never questioned it. He freezes.

“Take ‘em off her” Steve instructs and Eddie moves to pull the shorts off your lower part but leaving your panties. You weren’t sure if he meant to do that or not, but either way he leans back over to hover above you, getting situated between your spread legs and kissing you again.

This was when you felt it, his cock which you think must be so hard it’s painful press right up against your heat through the thin lace material barrier. You let a moan slip out without meaning to, and his heart skips a beat (or several) at the sound. Yeah, he’s heard you moan, but you’ve never moaned from him. From something he did.

“Go down and feel her, if she’s pretty wet, she’s ready for it.” Steve says from the opposite side of the room on his bed. How the tables were turned. He wasn’t used to being in Eddie’s position, watching you fuck another guy when he desperately wishes it could be him. He reminds himself this isn’t about him, this is about Eddie, and more importantly that it was all his idea in the first place.

Eddie’s ringed fingers come to brush against the crotch of your panties, and you gasp when he finds your clit immediately and presses two fingers against it. He repeats this a few times until you’re basically dry jumping his fingers, grinding against them. You look up at him desperately hoping he’s gonna give you more soon. He gets a little preoccupied with just rubbing you through your panties, feeling the wet spot grow more and more soaked until Steve notices you whining.

“Go, you dumbass. She wants it. Don’t keep her waiting too long.”

He’s quickly snapped out of his trance and hooks his fingers into your panties and pulling them to the side. He groans loudly when his tip makes contact with the warm, wet entrance to your cunt practically pulsing around nothing.

Your shirt was still on, so you pushed it up for him past your chest so he could see your tits. You take them in your hands, tweaking your nipples while you waited for him to start pressing in. He does, slowly, but you nod to tell him it’s okay so he goes quicker. Once he’s sunken about halfway inside of you, his breath is caught in his chest and a long string of curses fell from his mouth.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He groans at the tight feeling enveloping him.

“Yeah, there you go.” Steve smiles.

You look up at Eddie with your face twisted in pleasure, eyebrows knitted together, and he slides in the rest of the way.

“Ah- oh my god,” you moan, trying to be quiet but failing when his top hits that spot so deep inside you could feel it in your stomach.

“Holy shit, holy shit.” He tries to get himself together but finds that’s a lot harder than it sounds. The way you squeezed around him, the way you were dripping down onto his bedsheets, the pretty little noises you were making beneath him.

He pulls all the way out only to enter again, repeating this while picking up the speed gradually.

“Mmmh,” you whine, “you’re so good, doing so good, eds.” You try to reassure him with your shaky voice.

“Fuck, will you say my name again?”

“Yes, Eddie, you’re fucking me so good.”

“Fucking hell. God, I can’t-“ his movements become sloppy and falter.

“It’s okay.” You assure him, knowing he wasn’t gonna last that long ahead of time. With a couple more thrusts, he spills, filling you up while cursing out loud.

“Dude, did you cum in her?” Steve sits up in bed, alarmed. Not scared, so much as just a little jealousy burning inside. That seems too personal, too intimate. He wanted to be the only one who ever did that to you.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it, I’m so sorry.” He starts to apologize to both of you, panicking.

“That’s alright, I’m on birth control, it’s okay Eds.” You assure him.

“Shit, okay. Shit. Holy shit.”

“That feel good?” Steve asks the flustered and exhausted boy.

“Hell yeah it did.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #eddie munson brainrot #perv eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

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kitthepurplepotato · 8 months

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Chapter 6 - Bakugou is bad at feelings.

Summary: Katsuki calls a “Bakusquad SOS meeting” after freaking out about Y/N’s constant moping. The Menace gets ready for her rehabilitation week but shit goes sideways.

Well… at least she’s not alone.

Warnings: Swear words, descriptions of not being able to move, Bakusquad asks some questions about sex.

First Chapter Master List

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“Bakugou, why are we here.” Mina sighs as she tries to find a comfortable position. “And why do we need to do this in your meeting room?! What is this, even?!”

“You said I can always count on the stupid Bakusquad when I’m in need. I am in fucking need you pink idiot.”

Bakugou… assembled a meeting. By himself. With the Bakusquad. I know, it’s a shocker; but he is fucking desperate.

It has been a few days since the whole making out shenanigan and Katsuki can’t even look into the Menace’s eyes properly. He’s not avoiding his girlfriend per se; he says hello and goodbye, he brings her lunch and smiles when she eats it; but he might have a little issue with the whole intimacy thing… it’s just a bit much right now, okay?

He can make up for the lack of intimacy with other kind of things like acts of service or gifts or words of affirmation, at least that’s what his therapist told him.

Well…

His therapist is full of shit, because that was apparently the wrong thing to do because the Menace is fucking depressed now.

“You haven’t messaged us for months, Bakubro.” Sero adds helpfully. Well, no shit.

“Yet here you fucking are, Tape face.” Katsuki retorts. “If you don’t want to be here, there’s the fucking door.” Katsuki yells and… fuck, he can’t do this. “You know what? Meeting dismissed. See you all at your fucking funerals.”

“Hey, hey, let’s calm down for a minute, okay there, bro?” Kirishima stands up and comes around the table to give Katsuki’s shoulders a few calming taps. “We are all here for you, Katsuki, my man. The squad just misses you. It’s a normal thing to feel sad when your favorite bro cancels on you three months in a row.”

“Why the fuck are relationships so fucking complicated!” Katsuki slams his smoking fists on the table.

“Okay bro, talk to us. It’s fine. You are fine. We are all fine. Sorry for interrupting.” Mina sighs.

This is not going well.

“Sorry we’re late!” Deku and Half and half bastard barges in through the door, panting heavily.

“Hey.” Halfie mumbles. Katsuki rolls his eyes.

Why did he call the two to this meeting? Well, definitely not for advice; those two are the stupidest when it comes to relationships, but since Katsuki’s terrible quirk accident, he’s been trying to be a bit kinder to those two. When he was quirked by this villain called Anguish he’s been told off by baby Deku for all the terrible things he’s done to him and well… he feels terrible about it. So here they are. Yeah.

“My fucking girlfriend is depressed. I need some advice. Tell me what to do or whatever.” Katsuki sits down, defeated.

Half of the gang screams and there are so many questions flying around Katsuki can’t even comprehend a single one of them.

“Guys, let’s calm down and ask questions one by one.” Kirishima speaks up and fuck, Katsuki is so fucking thankful for his best friend right now. “Sero, you start.”

“You have a girlfriend?! Like an actual human being with feelings and stuff?”

“No, I’m dating a fucking blow up doll, Tape Face, honestly.”

“Is she fucked up in the head or something?” Mina mutters; Katsuki makes sure she won’t ask stupid questions again by sending an explosion to her face.

“That was really mean, Mina. I think I know who Kacchan’s girlfriend is and she’s an amazing person and Kacchan loves her very much. Kacchan almost lost his mind when she was gone due to a quirk for a day. She also jumped in front of Kacchan to save him that day.” Izuku reprimands.

“Actually, it’s not her.” Katsuki says with a shit eating smirk. Izuku pales completely.

“I… I’m so sorry Kacchan, I shouldn’t have made assumptions, I just… you two would be a really nice couple and you both care about each other and…” He starts to mumble, ashamed of himself and Katsuki can’t help but laugh at that.

“I’m just joking, Izuku, calm your tits. Of course it’s her.”

“Kacchan called me Izuku and joked with me.” He pales again, dumbfounded. “Oh my god… Kacchan!” Izuku jumps up from the chair, crying a river on the way to Katsuki’s seat. He jumps into Katsuki’s lap, his arms snaking around his shoulders as he cries.

“Jesus, nerd.” Katsuki sighs; he really wants to choke his past self for being an absolute ass to this annoying little prick. He can feel his fucking love overflowing after repressing it for so long. He can also smell smoke coming from Todoroki’s direction. “Go back to your seat before your boyfriend burns me alive.” Katsuki whispers into the green nerd’s ear who moves back to his seat begrudgingly; Todoroki is half frozen and half burning by the time he gets back.

“So everyone fucking knows about this girl but me, great.” Mina sighs, offended.

“Well, you literally just questioned his girlfriend’s mental well-being for dating him, I don’t think you have any rights to be offended.” For Katsuki’s surprise, it was Todoroki who called her out. How did he not realize how good his friends are? Katsuki wants to cry.

“Fair.”

“So Kacchan… uhm… what do you guys do in your free time?” Izuku asks first.

“Our free time? We see each other all day, she’s my assistant, you fucking know that.” Katsuki retorts, confused.

“Like, where do you go on dates? How often?” Kaminari tries to help.

“Dates? We don’t… date? We went to see the old hag the other day, does that count?”

There is a tiny “aww” coming from Mina. Okay, that’s good.

“Oh, so you guys just go to your place and hang out after work?” Sero jumps in.

“We are together the whole day so we don’t do any of that?”

The whole gang goes silent. Like, dead silent. Okay, what the fuck?

“So you guys do all the romance stuff in your office?! That’s nasty!” Mina makes a disgusted face.

“Fuck no, we… don’t do that kind of stuff in the office. No. Well, there was that one time we almost did but that was an accident.” Katsuki mutters, embarrassed. He feels like he’s missing something here.

“Wait…” Kaminari speaks up again. “So how often do you kiss her? And sorry to be so straightforward but… how often do you guys have sex?” The whole gang nods approvingly at that. What the…?!

“I kissed her a few days ago? We don’t do sex… yet. We hug… sometimes. I bring her coffee every day.” Katsuki says the last sentence proudly. The whole gang gawks, even Eijirou.

“Katsuki, what the hell, man?! You see Y/N every single day and you don’t even kiss her goodbye?” Eijirou shoves him angrily. Katsuki has no idea what he’s done wrong.

“Are you sure you like her that way, Katsuki?” Sero asks with actually worry in his eyes.

“What the fuck, yes, I fucking do. I fucking LOVE her ass! I wouldn’t be dating her otherwise! Am I really that fucking bad at this?!” Katsuki yells and his words are met with silence.

“Bro, she really fucking loves you if she haven’t broken up with you yet. This is really bad. Like, super-duper bad. I once forgot to give Kyouka a good night kiss and I had to sleep on the sofa then she broke up with me the next day.” Kaminari retorts, his voice deep and quiet like he’s telling a horror story.

“Okay that’s a bit dramatic, but yes Katsuki, you need to change your behavior really soon.” Mina reprimands.

“Ladies need love and affection, Katsuki. You need to cherish them, show them your vulnerable side, be open for anything any time. Even when you are busy, make sure to smile at her.” Sero adds helpfully.

“Hello kisses and goodbye kisses are really important as well, Kacchan. Otherwise, just touch them when you feel like you want to. And always reciprocate her touches. Always.“

“Yes, otherwise she’ll think you don’t like her anymore. And she will cry. There’ll be so many tears, Katsuki, so many… it never stops. It’s terrible.” Shouto adds with a shaky voice. Izuku grabs Shouto’s hands on the table in a soothing manner.

“I think that’s just me, Shouto. Y/N wouldn’t cry so much. She would probably just mope around and cry at home where no one sees.” Izuku says and that’s when it hits Katsuki; he really-really fucked this up.

“She’s moping around so much and I swear her eyes were red the other day. Fuck I need to fix this… oh my god, how do I fix this?!” Katsuki yells, panicked. No, his hands are not shaking, his muscles are just… spasming. Shut the fuck up.

“You really love her, don’t you?” Mina gives him a knowing smile, her eyes fond and happy.

“She’s the most badass woman I’ve ever met. She’s so annoyingly perfect, it blows my mind every fucking time. She can even kick my ass in a fight, like what the fuck? I feel all the shitty butterflies and all that jazz. It’s ridiculous. Fuck, I miss her so fucking much when she’s not in.” Katsuki whines. Then Kirishima’s phone makes an annoying sound; it sounds like he sent a message to someone.

“… aaaand, that’s sorted. I recorded your beautiful speech and sent it to her. Now everyone run before Katsuki explodes. Thanks for coming, let’s go for drinks next week, bye!” Kirishima is out of the door before Katsuki has time to comprehend what just happened.

Kirishima will need to call the maintenance again. Some of the windows magically exploded.

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You wake up to a message from Kirishima on this lovely Sunday morning; hero agencies don’t have the weekends off so you are just about to get ready and go in anyway so you are not sure what the message is about; maybe it’s because you had a few days off to get ready for the dreadful week ahead of you? Will he not be in when you arrive and wanted to give you a heads up?

Ahh, you should probably just check it instead of making up stories, but it’s too early for you to give a fuck.

After your first cup of coffee you finally check your phone; you click on the video and there he is, your beautiful boy with a not-so-beautiful frown on his face. Ahh, you miss him.

Okay, that’s not what you expected. Is it edited? It must be. There is no way the big Bakugou Katsuki aka Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight said any of those in front of other people. But wait, these people around him… are these his old friends?! What are they doing in your meeting room? Oh my god, is this the end of world? Another world war?!

Should you cry over the nice words or is this the time to put on your best clothes, so you can die pretty? Does it even matter if it’s the end of the world though? Will anyone find you? Probably not.

With that said, you take out your new favorite hoodie; well, technically it’s Katsuki’s but there no way you’ll give it back, it smells just like him after all. Apparently, the burnt sugar smell stays in his clothing even after washing if he’s used it for long enough. You can’t wait to get your hands on more clothing, you swear his scent is better than the fanciest perfume. You quickly finish your breakfast and make your way to the office; you are only supposed to start around 12 as you finished all your paperwork yesterday so honestly, the only reason your go in is to do your hours and be with your favorite blonde. Mostly… to see your favorite blonde. It’s not like you can see him anywhere else, can you? There is no fucking way you’ll ask him on a date, he would probably scream your head off for being an idiot, even though you are already heartbroken for not being able to see him for a whole week until your medical situation gets sorted. Maybe you should have told him about it… ahh, it’s too late now anyway, the big day is tomorrow and it would be way too sudden for him. Katsuki doesn’t like sudden things.

It will be fine. It will all be fucking fine.

You really need to stop freaking out…

“Good… afternoon? Morning? The fuck is the time? Ahh, it’s noon. Good… noon to you, girlfriend.” Katsuki mumbles as you come through the office door. Okay, something is definitely wrong.

“Are you… quirked or something?” You ask carefully, staring at your blonde companion as he slowly comes closer and closer.

“The fuck are you talking about?!” Katsuki yells. Okay, that’s more like it. “Can I not be… nice to my girlfriend?”

“No, you certainly can. Yeah. It will make me wanna kiss you though.” You grin at him but for your surprise, he doesn’t roll your eyes at you this time.

“Okay.” He murmurs as he stops right in front of you; in one swift move he grabs your hair and pulls you into the hottest kiss the world has ever seen; he tugs, he pulls, he grabs, he nips; you can’t help but whimper into his mouth and he answers with a low grumble as his tongue darts over your lips and barges into your mouth without a warning. Suddenly, he jerks away; you have a strong urge to grab the man and throw him on the sofa and but you decide against it; you don’t want to get into another awkward situation with Kirishima.

“Okay, that’s it for now.” Katsuki mumbles between two pants; he says that and he does indeed starts to walk back to his office desk but he stops midway and runs back to give you another peck. “Now I’m done.” Katsuki says with a red face, looking around the office like he wasn’t the one decorating it.

“Uhm… I got a video from Kirishima. I miss you too when you’re not in. A lot, actually.” You mumble shyly.

“You off from tomorrow?” Katsuki mumbles under his nose.

“For a week, yeah.”

“You know where I live.” Katsuki retorts and you look at him with a confused face. “Come over… when you miss me. Or not. Whatever. I don’t care. No, I do. Care, I mean. Ahh, fuck.” Katsuki continues mumbling then he shuts himself up by coming over for another cheeky kiss. “Fuck, how am I supposed to work like this?!”

Okay, something is not right. Something is definitely not right.

“Like what?” Your voice is full of worry. “Katsuki, what’s going on? You are scaring me! Like, it’s really nice, but it’s not how you usually behave?” You really don’t want to make him mad or make him feel like being so open about his feelings is a bad thing, but at the same time, you don’t want him to force himself to do this for you.

“You were so gloomy the last few days! Then you asked for a week off…” Katsuki rambles. “I still don’t know what I’ve done wrong so I asked the guys and they said I should be happy you didn’t dump me yet… I asked what the fuck should I do then and they said I should just hug you and kiss you whenever I feel like it, so I thought I’ll give it a fucking try but I want to kiss you and hug you every single minute, like what the fuck?! Since when am I the clingy asshole?!” Katsuki yells, ashamed of himself.

That’s it. You love him… So fucking much, it’s actually ridiculous.

“You are so silly, oh my god. I won’t dump you and I’m not mad at you for anything. I had a stressful appointment with my doctor so I was a bit out of it this week. And for your information, I also want to kiss you and hug you every single moment.” You smile at the hero.

“So this is just normal, basic ass lovey-dovey shit?” Katsuki asks with a face of a 5 year old boy who asked about sex for the first time.

“Yeah, just normal, basic ass lovely-dovey shit.” You giggle.

“I still don’t understand, but okay.” Katsuki murmurs, but finally, he manages to smile. “Now don’t look at me and do your work. I need to finish this assignment. Then I’m gonna cuddle the shit out of you.” He pouts and you literally need to hide your mouth to stop yourself from making a high pitched, annoying noise. Since when is Katsuki so cute?! Oh my god, he is absolutely fucking adorable! Look at his little pout and the cute red cheeks and nose and oh my god, even the top of his ears are red?!

“I absolutely fucking adore you, Bakugou Katsuki.” You whisper under your nose.

“What?”

“Nothing. Finish your assignment.”

Damn, you really don’t want to be away from this madman for a whole week. Fuck, you want to stay with him so much.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Menace.”

~•💥•~

It’s the big day today. The day you don’t take your meds in the evening.

Needless to say, you are absolutely freaking out right now; you really want to have someone with you, someone who can hold your hands and tell you to stop being so terrified, but your bestie is out of the country and Katsuki… well, you definitely don’t want your boyfriend of a few weeks to see you like this. Whatever happens when the meds run out is not going to be nice.

The day goes by quite quickly; you do your weekly shopping for food because you probably won’t be able to get out of the house for a whole week, you put water and snacks all over the place in case shit goes terribly wrong and you can’t make it to the kitchen; you are absolutely ready for everything and now all you need to do is to wait it out. You still have a few hours to spare before the inevitable though so you decide to send Katsuki a message about something totally random, because you miss his grumpy ass. It only takes the blonde a second to actually read the message and another few more moments to call you instead of texting back.

“Move your fucking ass over to my place. Now.”

Katsuki yells into the phone and the line goes dead.

Well. This is not how you thought your first day being on holiday will go. Okay, calling it a holiday is a bit of a stretch, it’s more like a secret sick leave disguised as a holiday, but still.

You have no idea what to do right now. In a few hours you’ll miss your usual dose and things will probably go to shit the next day. You are quite sure nothing’s going to happen right away so technically, going to see Katsuki today is probably a good idea as you won’t be able to get out of the house for the rest of the week, but it does frighten you a little bit to leave the house in such a vulnerable state.

You do want to see Katsuki though and this is the first time he’s asked you over to his flat, so there is no way in hell you will decline his invitation.

That’s sorted then.

You put on a hoodie and some proper looking trousers and you are out of the door before you have time to think about all the stress that comes with skipping your medication.

~•💥•~

“What took you so fucking long.” Katsuki grumbles by the entrance of his fancy ass flat.

“Sorry?” You mumble but Katsuki cuts you off; his arms snake around your shoulders and hugs you protectively, mumbling profanities into your ear about hating everything and everyone.

You’ve never thought you will live for long enough to hear Katsuki whine about life while acting like a lovesick puppy. You fucking love it.

“Shitty day?” You whisper into your boyfriend’s ear, who only answers you by pulling you closer. “It’s okay now, I’m here to make your day even worse.” You giggle into his hair while you embrace the moping hero. Coming here was the best decision.

“Rookie mistake.” Katsuki finally grins and you can’t help but laugh while you push him away playfully. “Come on now, I wanna cuddle and shit.”

“Wow, you amaze me every day, Kats.” You giggle as you make your way towards his expensive looking sofa to plop down right away. “So what happened at work?” You ask, worried.

“It was boring as fuck. Paperwork. You weren’t there.” The blonde mumbles as he sits down next you; he doesn’t wait a single second before he pulls you close a little bit aggressively, but this is Katsuki, so you don’t take any offense. He also just told you he missed you, so needless to say you are in seventh heaven.

“What will you do without me for the whole week?” You ask quietly as your hand wanders on the blonde’s stomach.

“You will come over every day.” The blonde grumbles back and your stomach drops; you should have told him about your medical condition sooner. Fuck.

“Kats, I won’t be able to come over after tomorrow…” You mumble into your boyfriend’s chest. “The doctor wants me to stop taking my medication and I might not be able to move properly for the next few days…”

“What the fuck?” Katsuki pushes you away, angry. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Are you fucking kidding me?” He yells, and honestly, he is so fucking right. That was a really shitty move.

“I didn’t want you to see me like that, fuck!” You yell back, heartbroken. “It was stupid and selfish, I know that, but…”

“But what? Fucking what, you Menace?! I’m your fucking boyfriend!” Katsuki doesn’t stop yelling, and while you know you should probably tell him to stop, you can’t. “I’m supposed to be there for you! Take care of your weak fucking ass! That’s what I fucking signed up for! Am I not good enough for you or what the fuck?!”

“Kats, please stop yelling, I’m sorry. I just told you, didn’t I?!” Katsuki ignores you completely.

“When will you stop taking the meds?” He asks, only half-yelling this time.

“Today? I didn’t bring them with me. So…”

Apparently that wasn’t the right thing to say because Katsuki jumps off the sofa and starts pacing anxiously.”

“So you came over and then wanted to go home while off your meds, ALONE, in the middle of the fucking night?!” He yells again, and now that he said that out loud, it really sounds extremely stupid.

“I wanted to get a taxi…”

“You wanted to sit into a strangers car, when there is a possibility for you to not be able to make it to your fucking flat on your fucking legs?!”

Oh man. Oh man, you fucked up.

“It won’t kick in that quickly…”

“You don’t know that!!!” Katsuki retorts with a red face.

“You are right. I’m a fucking idiot. And I fucked up your already shitty day even more, so… I think I’m gonna go.”

“Don’t you fucking think about it, princess.” Katsuki spits through his teeth, completely mental. In only a few steps, he makes his way to his door and locks it with a code. Your whole body tenses for a few seconds, then some weird tingles go down your spine but it doesn’t make any sense because you still feel safe with him even if he closed the only exit for you, you shouldn’t feel so… frozen just because he’s trying to help you… unless…

“Kats…”

“Don’t talk to me right now.”

“Something’s wrong.” You mumble with teary eyes. Your whole body feels like it’s falling, but you are still sitting safely on the sofa. You try to move your arms and they do work, but the motion slow, like a sloth trying to reach the nearest branch. You try to take the remote in your hands but it falls back on the cushion when you try to lift it. Katsuki stares at you with eyes the size of saucers, absolutely terrified.

“Y/N?” Katsuki whispers right before he starts sprinting back to you.

Well, shit.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Wow, it’s happening! I’ve been sitting on this idea for ages and I couldn’t wait to write it down! I love how overprotective Katsuki is and oh my god, you guys will fall in love with him all over again when you see his reaction to the whole situation.

- Btw I absolutely love Izuku’s reactions to Kacchan’s (almost) nice words, I definitely need them to interact more in the future! Also, can we talk about jealous Shouto? Because I’m kinda low key in love with his possessiveness.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated as always! Send me your thoughts, they always motivate me to write quicker! 💥

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sweet-lover-girl · 1 year

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Guuuuuys, soo umm, I’ve almost been awake for 24 hours now, annnnd I was listening to, ’NFWMB’ by Hozier on repeat…And I had a thought, Abby and hurt/comfort angst. That’s my favorite shit for some reason. So I wrote this very small blurb about it.

Enjoy.

Warning(s): has to do with major character death(not you or Abby), blood, angst, hurt/comfort(?) (I tried, I’m very tired and instead of sleeping I wrote this.)

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Abby slammed the door and pushed a bookshelf in front of it to block the way. Stepping away while panting she wiped her brow, smearing the blood across her forehead on accident. She fell against a rotten wooden desk behind her, trying to hold in her panic and keep her breath steady— trying to figure out what to do next. Abby heard a soft thud to her left. Turning her head she saw you had collapsed, having fallen to your knees as you sob into your hands. Abby rushed over to you and kneeled in front of your small form.

“Baby?” Abby whispered, trying to get your attention.

Your body shook as more tears fell from your eyes and into your palms. Grabbing your wrists gently, Abby pulled your hands away from your face. Her heart broke at the tears falling, and the blood smeared on your cheek. Manny’s blood.

Abby pulled you into her chest, cradling the back of your head in her large hand. Tears stung her own eyes as she held you close, she looked up to the ceiling and tried to stop them - your arms wrapped around her waist as you sobbed into her neck. She failed to find the right words to say, what could she say? To comfort you after such a sudden brutal death of a friend. Having such a close call with death yourself..

“Baby we gotta keep moving,” she whispered in your ear, pulling you away and holding you by your arms. She looked into your eyes that were drowned in grief, you were trying to speak but no coherent words pasted your trembling lips. Abby shook her head softly as she gently ‘Shh’ed you. She cupped your cheeks, wiping her thumb across the swell of your cheek to try and wipe away the blood.

“I got you, okay? I won’t let anything hurt you.” Abby promised, looking you right in the eyes as she said,”I love you.” Leaning up to kiss your forehead. You let out another cry as she placed the softest kiss, promising you, nothing will hurt you.

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Mmmmm I just love a good hurt/comfort I don’t know why DON’T JUDGE ME >,<

Is this even considered a hurt/comfort? I don’t fucking know at this point.

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corpsebasil · 8 months

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I'm not sure if your requests are open, but maybe awkward reader with confused ethan? She's Tara's roomate so she knows ethan but more of in a hallway crush type of situation. She'll see him at a small get together and turn on her heels the second she see him. He's confused and so is tara. She just bottles up her emotions and hopes they go away by themselves. Ethan really like her but when he asks her out she thinks it's a prank. Love your writing btw

EEEEE YES

It confused Ethan at first.

He’d known you for almost a year now. You were his partner in Biochemistry and Tara’s roommate which basically meant you were around him almost constantly. But you were skiddish. He wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong but every time he saw you—whether it be at a party, in the hall, after class—you’d dart away, making him feel like something like a leper.

“What is it with you two?” Tara demanded, watching as you rushed, slightly pink and breathless, into the dorm you shared with her. You’d been out to get ice and had run into Ethan by accident, spotting him in a tight black shirt and flannel pants that made your heart slam against your ribcage. “Did he say something offensive? Are you allergic to virgins?”

“Stop it, Tare.” You sighed, face warming further as you dumped the aforementioned ice into a shaker and began helping her make cocktails. You both had been experimenting with bartending lately and you were vastly more skilled than she was. “He’s just—he’s…”

“He’s what?”

“He’s—”

“Annoying? Dorky? Reminds you of a bump on a log and you—”

“I like him, dammit, okay?” You cut her off, shooting her a look. She quieted momentarily before laughing, her doe eyes closing as she tipped her head back on a giggle. “What?”

“God, Y/N, you’re just as oblivious as he is.”

—

He caught you, finally, one night in the laundry-room. You came in to put on a load and he was there, folding shirts while wearing a pair of sweats. He looked good, meeting your gaze and giving you a cautious grin as you darted to a machine.

“Hey, Y/N.” He said, voice a bit groggy with sleep, and you got instant butterflies. You offered him a noise that could mean anything in response and he paused his movements, watching the side of your face. “Did I…do something?”

“What?”

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, the t-shirt he’d been folding staying halfway done. “Because I feel like you’re avoiding me.”

You added soap to your machine and shrugged, looking for a response to give him. You came up empty and he made a sound of annoyance.

“That’s it?” He asked, and sighed. “Am I invisible to you or something?”

“I—“ You glanced over, alarmed. “What?”

“Am I a ghost?” Ethan continued, dark brows furrowed. He waved his arms in a comical motion that you supposed was meant to imitate a spiritual entity. “Did I kick your dog? Cut you off in the parking lot too many times?”

“Ethan—“

“So you do know my name.”

“Of course I—”

“Then why are you treating me like a social pariah?” He laughed half-heartedly, running a hand over his face. “Shit, forget it. I’m tired. I don’t know what I’m saying.” He gathered his stuff as you watched, slightly speechless. “Wouldve liked to take you out, you know.” He added, almost off handed, and passed out on his way out the laundry room.

I’m shortening this because I’m rude

#Ethan landry #scream six #ethan landry angst

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average-dilf-enjoyer · 8 months

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KINKTOBER

Day 1: Voyeurism/mutual masturbation + Robert Small (Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator)

Pairing: Robert/Dadsona

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: Slightly dubcon if you squint, idk this is just pure filth

A/N: I’ve been really busy and haven’t been able to write much, so I had to rush this. Not my best work, but I tried!

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You didn’t mean for it to happen.

You and Robert had spent the night hanging out, and it was fun. You went bar hopping, smashed a car window with a rock (it was an accident!), snuck into the movies, got pizza, almost got into a fight with a couple of kids (also an accident)- you felt like a teenager again. And when he invited you inside back at his house, well… how could you say no?

You weren’t intending to sleep with Robert.

But you did.

The whole thing started out innocently enough. Robert told you ridiculous stories you knew were either lies or so exaggerated they might as well have been while you wondered if maybe what he was telling you was somehow true. Somewhere in between his telling of the time someone was murdered right in front of him in Spain and the story of when he was chased by two bears at once during a camping trip, neither of which you believed for even one second, you became extremely aware of your need to use bathroom.

“Hey Robert, where’s your bathroom?”

He gestured to the hallway across from where you were sitting on his couch. “Left door at the end of the hall.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right back,” you assured him, then rushed off to relieve yourself.

Not even ten minutes later, you were finished up. When you walked back into the living room, though, Robert was gone. ‘What is this guy’s deal?’ you thought, confused as to where he could have vanished to in the last few minutes.

And then you heard it. A groan. It was quiet, barely there, but still. You heard it. Was that Robert? Was something wrong? What was going on? “Robert?” you called.

No response. Of course.

Against your better judgement, you decided to try and find the source of the noise, and oh boy, did you find it.

You peeked in a doorway and saw Robert on his bed, pants and boxers halfway down his thighs, dick in hand. Your face immediately burst into flames. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you shouted, slamming the door. Holy shit, what did you just do? Why did you look in there? Why was he masturbating with his door open?!

You stood there stewing in your own embarrassment for a moment before you remembered that you probably shouldn’t be right outside his door. You turned to leave, but just as you took a step-

“You can come in.”

What? You hadn’t heard him move, so you assumed that he wasn’t decent… but maybe you were just too busy being mortified at yourself to pay attention. You tentatively cracked open the door and peeked inside. He was sitting on the edge of the bed now, facing directly towards you. His cock still sat hard and very noticeable between his legs. ‘Oh, he wants me to see,’ you finally realized. “Robert..?”

“Hey.” He sounded so casual, like he wasn’t sitting right in front of you with his dick out.

You looked at the floor awkwardly. "Hey. Uh... if you need privacy I can leave." You refused to meet his gaze. Looking just felt like a really bad idea.

"Do you want to leave?"

It was such a simple question, really. But it was fucking loaded with consequences. But you couldn't help the fact that your dick was getting hard at just the insinuation of what might happen if you said no, and he looked so fucking good. The words fell out of your mouth before you even had time to think about it.

"No."

Robert smirked, fucking smirked, and that's when you knew you were done for. "Good."

You watched as he took his dick in his hand again, keeping his eyes locked on you as he stroked himself. You felt weak and uncomfortably warm, unsure of what the hell you were supposed to do or how you should respond.

Lucky for you, he sensed your apprehension. "You gonna just stand there?" he questioned, eyes flicking down to the growing bulge in your pants.

"What do you want me to do?" You felt fucking stupid, standing in the doorway watching your friend (?) jerk himself off.

He chuckled. "Masturbate."

You nodded and moved to undo your belt. You liked how simple he made it. Yes, or no. There was no third option, no guessing, no games. It felt easier that way.

"Yeah, that's it," he groaned once you slide down your underwear. "You sure you wanna do this?" One last chance to back out. You should have taken it, you knew it. But your dick was already out and so was his. It felt a bit too late to turn back, and honestly, you didn't really want to.

So you nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure."

He nodded in return. “Alright.” His eyes moved to your dick and then back up to your eyes, looking at you expectantly.

Shit, this was embarrassing. Masturbating by yourself was fine, but in front of another person? That was a whole different story. But you were in too deep. Hesitating would only make things more awkward. You closed your eyes as you took yourself into your hand. Meeting his eyes felt like too much right now. Maybe you could just pretend he wasn’t there. Except you could feel his eyes on you and you were still standing in his doorway, and you could hear him too- the sound of his hand sliding up and down his dick, his quiet groans.

You opened your eyes slightly, curiosity overcoming your shyness. Oh, wow. His eyes were on you, half-lidded and dark with lust, while his hand pumped his cock, which was fucking beautiful- long and thick and wet with precum. You moaned and let your head fall back as you squeezed your hand tighter around your cock, looking up at the ceiling.

“Look at me,” Robert rasped.

You knew there was no arguing with him, so you tore your gaze from the ceiling and met his eyes. You were panting now, that familiar pressure building up inside you. You moved your hand faster, chasing your release. And from the looks of it, Robert was doing the same.

“Shit, you look so fucking sexy,” he groaned. “Fuck.”

“So do you,” you managed to reply. You thought you sounded fucking stupid, but he seemed to like it, because he started pumping his hand faster.

“Shit,” he grunted. “I’m gonna cum. You gonna cum? You gonna cum with me?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yeah, yeah, ‘m gonna cum with you.” Your orgasm was fast-approaching now, your mind foggy and all senses other than pleasure numbed.

Within moments he was cumming, and you followed shortly after, spilling onto his carpet. You propped yourself up against the doorframe, panting. “Holy shit…”

Robert just laughed and laid back on the bed. “Yeah…”

You looked down at the floor, where your cum was seeping into the carpet. “Shit, it got on the floor. Sorry.”

Robert propped himself up on his elbows and gazed at you with that dangerously attractive smirk. “Trust me, I don’t mind.”

You laughed lightly. “So, uh… that happened.”

“Yeah. It did.” Robert sat up fully again, a playful look in his eyes. “Give me a few minutes and then it’s round two. Sound good?”

You grinned. “Very.”

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

But God, were you glad it did.

#dream daddy #robert small #robert small x dadsona #robert x dadsona #dadsona #ddadds #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #ddadds fanfiction #dream daddy a dad dating simulator #fanfiction #fanfic #dream daddy fanfiction #smut fanfiction #smut

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prettyboypistol · 1 year

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Can you do the tf2 mercs walking on their crush (m!reader) masturbating

includes scout, medic, spy, sniper, engi, demoman, heavy, soldier

minors dni

Scout

Oh. God.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

Immediately slams the door with a loud "SORRY"

thinks he has a heart attack, but honestly? he was okay to die happy then and there.

Scout's always been a bit of a voyeur anyway, and just accidentally bursting in to see his totally-not man crush jerking it? Jeremy nearly jumped into bed too.

the image will randomly appear in his mind over the next few weeks, causing his face to burn bright red for a moment.

He can't look you in the eye for about a week, let alone talk to you.

the memory totally locks into his jerk it material for the next week.

Medic

honestly? mans would probably just continue on about what he was doing. crush or not, medic is a busybody.

"Oh no no, I don't mind, anyway I've been looking for my forceps and I was here last-"

Internally screaming fr

totally gossips to Archimedes

Ludwig makes sly comments after catching you about how your stress levels seem lower.

may or may not brush up on your thighs a little more during medical procedures

Asks to inspect your dick fr

Sniper

"Whoops, sorry mate, didn't know." Externally as he shuts the door

AAAAAAAAAA FUCK FUCK FUCK internally

Warns other people not to bother you, and if someone's insistent, he shuts them down with an evil look in his eye. "I said he's busy."

He thinks the little yelp you let out was too fucking cute.

Whenever he thinks about it, he hides his face in his hat

He feels like such a gross pervert because he's aroused by seeing you, especially since it was an accident.

doesn't talk to you ever again but you have a much taller and deadlier shadow that follows you. Not that you mind or anything, but a "hi" would be nice.

Demoman

"Nice cock, mind if we compare?"

Very easygoing, might even slip in a coy "aww, without me?" to ease the tension.

He still asks the question he had tho, not really bothered by the situation

"Eh, we all jerk off. It's not a big deal"

Still shuts the door after you throw a pillow at him as he laughs

as soon as the door shuts, his brain finally comes back online.

Oh.

OH SHIT.

Tavish teases you constantly after, maybe using the accident to drop a few sly flirty lines your way.

Heavy

makes fun of your dick size on reflex. sorry i dont make the rules.

"I'll show you a man's cock!" energy, but still respects your dignity and leaves you to yourself.

assures you that it's all natural, and that every man gets horny.

Yes, even him. Especially after he saw what you looked like.

The way your face turned red and you yanked the blankets up, god, he was an awful person.

loudly clears his throat before he leaves, but the blush is still able to be seen.

you can see the tent in his pants, poor man couldn't hide it if he tried.

Engi

he didn't mean to, really! He just wanted to see if you were still interested in weapon upgrades!

He just... froze. You couldn't tell exactly where he was staring, but he was definitely staring at you. You shout at him to leave when his brain finally starts working again

"oh my god I'm so sorry I'll leave-" SLAM

absolutely tries to block out the memory and shames himself for being a peeping tom and refuses to touch himself to the thought.

You get a lot of gifts at your room for your weapon

Soldier

Jane accidentally lets EVERYONE know about what you're doing.

"GOOD GOD PRIVATE, PUT YOUR DICK AWAY"

You tell him to shut up, he gets onto you about back talking a member of the army.

He realizes what you're doing immediately, but powers through the feeling of discomfort for the sake of "not having favorites"

you are absolutely his favorite though

Whenever Soldier decides to mess around, on those blue moon events, he thinks of you and your chest/torso. good god, you are hot.

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Blinded by Lust

Pairing: Chris Evans x Blind!Reader

Warnings: Cheating (on Chris' part), car accident

summary: Y/n feels it’s her fault her own boyfriend looks for an outlet elsewhere ‼️Major Angst‼️

(Sorry I hate writing angst, esp cheating it hurts😭)

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Chris was out with his friends tonight, leaving me to try and finish up the housework. After that car accident from a few months ago, I had lost vision in my left eye, and my left leg was still adjusting back to normal. I’m glad Chris was able to get out of the house after all the press he had been doing, things had been tense since he gotten home so i’m happy he’s enjoying himself out there.

Hearing the door slam shut, I limped over to the top of the staircase awaiting to see my boyfriend of 4 years. Only to see he wasn’t alone, nor was he in the right state of mind, neither of them were.

“O-oh” Is all I could make out of my mouth, watching as his hands dragged all over the random woman’s body, their mouths in a dirty battle.

Who could blame him though? I was half blind, couldn’t walk properly and as a result neglected his needs. Swallowing thickly I decided to just leave back to the guest room I was cleaning in, the sobs coming out once I closed door.

Hearing them stumble on the stairs into our shared bedroom I heard him complimenting her with shit like “sexy” calling her the names he used ro call me.

Within minutes I heard the headboard banging against the wall, the sounds of their echoed moans bouncing between the walls, my sobs now stifling to sniffles.

I felt numb. Unloved. Worthless. Helpless.

“God I missed this, you feel so fucking good” O heard him shout all of a sudden, before silence ensued. Minutes went by, until the woman said something,

“That’ll be 200 dollars baby” Her sultry voice said, her heels clicking out in the hallway, the whole situation felt like it had lasted seconds when it reality was about an hour or two. Absolute hell.

“U-uh alright, can we uh, keep this secret” I heard him by the door, his voice now sounding worried.

“Mhm customer confidentiality”

Seconds went by, the front door had opened and closed, Chris now heading back into the bedroom clearly still drunk as I heard things being knocked over.

*Brrr*

My phone started ringing loudly on the guest room table, sitting weakly on the floor I felt numbness overcome my whole body. Hearing hid heavy footfalls approaching the room and pushing the door open; my arms going around to hug myself for support.

“B-babe”

“You don’t get to call me that Chris” He winced, his name coming out harshly, my sadness now turning into complete anger.

“Did you hear all that?”

“Did I fucking hear all that? I fucking saw the start of it too. Seems like you were enjoyin yourself enough anyway, good for you Chris”

I snarked back, trying to stand up when he came over to try and help me up before I pushed him off.

“Don’t touch me”

“It was a mistake, I was drunk and i’m still drunk”

“Well your mistake is fucking shitty, I hope the quick fuck was worth it” Grabbing my phone from the table I attempted to leave the room, his towering stature blocking my way out and holding me by the arms.

“Don’t do this babe, I-I really didn’t mean it. I regretted it straight after I swear. I love you, only you”

“Not enough to keep your dick in your pants clearly” I whispered, my throat closing up again, stopping myself from looking up at him. “I hate that I did this to you, hit me, scream at me, do something”

“No. I’m better than that. Better than you, I don’t need revenge to feel better”

“S-so what’s your plan”

“What any conscious person would do, I’m leaving”

“Wait no, can’t we work past this or something?”

“No we’re clearly not as compatible as we thought we were Chris. This is it over. I can’t bear it. It’s not fair on you or me” Walking successfully past him, I took off the promise ring he had given me and put it into the palm of his hand, he didn’t even try to stop me leaving.

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cyndilovesprongsie · 2 years

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heyyy! can i request some sort of detective/criminal au smut with remus and fem reader where shes the detective and remus’ the criminal?? i think that seeing sub!remus like that at reader’s mercy would make me go 😵‍💫

I fucking accidently deleted the whole thing i want to kms

@i-cant-stfu

ITS BEEN A MONTH IM SO SO SORRY I JUST FORGOT I HAD THIS????????? I LOVE YOU PLEASE DONT DISOWN ME

“Let me ask you again mr Lupin. Why were you caught on Cherry avenue selling illegal drugs?”

You glare at Remus, slamming your hands down on the table. He played with his paper cup, paying no attention to you whatsoever. You glare at him, grabbing the paper cup and throwing it across the room, storming over to the other side of the table, glaring down at him

“You listen to me and you listen good Remus. I do not have time for your shit today. Now answer. My fucking. Question.”

You repeat, grabbing his chin hard to make sure he continued to look up at you. His eyes scanned your face, gulping as he went a little red, slowly shaking his head

“I- I don’t- needed some extra money”

He whispered, shifting in his seat. You shake your head and drop his face, sitting on the side of the table

“Extra money hm? You ever heard about getting a job? Maybe that would solve your problems”

You glare, raising an eyebrow. He just stared at you, half lidded and pink cheeked. You tilt your head and smirk softly, taking his chin in your fingers again

“Hey…if you do as your told and listen to me…”

you lean down to whisper in his ear

“I’ll make sure to get you out of this little mess you’ve got ya self into”

You grin as he nods quickly at you, eyes filled with hope and some nervous aspects

“A-anything..”

Remus whispers, leaning into your hand slowly before you take it away, earning a small whine from Remus. You laugh softly at his needyness, pouting softly as you run your hands through his curls before sighing

“Well then Remus; get to work”

You smirk softly, still sitting on the table. He gulps, nodding as he shoots up from the chair and undos his belt, his breathing frantic as he watches you slowly undo your own pants. Fuck. Maybe he should get caught more often. He pushed those thoughts away and kicked his pants off, pushing them to the side along with your own. You gulp as you look at remus’ rock hard length. Fuck. He was huge. He slowly takes your hips and brings himself closer to you; taking a few seconds before slowly pushing himself inside of you. You let out a soft squeal as you grab his arms, head falling onto his shoulder before groaning

“Okay Remus, move”

You instruct, slowly letting your hands trail to his waist, watching him practically crumble in your hands. Remus let out a soft groan before bucking his hips up as he held onto your hips tightly making you moan into his shoulder “fuck Remus- don’t stop..” you whisper “you’re doing so good” your lips graze his ear, your hips working in soft circles

Remus leaned back in the chair, whimpering as he looked up at you, half lidded still, catching his breath. You had pushed him past the breaking point…but you knew he was loving every second of it. After he had come back to reality with some water. You told him he was free to go. Sure if anyone found out about this you’d be fired but…eh?

Remus pulled on his jacket, rosy cheeked as he looked at you; frowning softly “are..we allowed to see each-other?” He pouted, playing with his sleeves. You smile softly; kissing his cheek “of course we are! I’ll call you yeah? Pick up where we left off?” You smirk, winking at him before pulling him into a kiss. Which was quite difficult because he was significantly taller than you…but it was worth it

I forgot how DISGUSTING my writing is

Once again apologises if this doesn’t correlate to what you wanted, I do try I promise. I luv u and thank u for this awesome request please don’t hate me for not doing it in so long ☹️☹️

- cyndi 🤍

#james potter #remus lupin #sub james potter #sirius black #marauders #sirus black #sub!james potter #requests #sub remus lupin #cyndi is better than you 💕#cyndi loves her followers #cyndi loves james potter

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sanenev · 1 year

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The perfect time

Pairing: Vivienne scott x black!femreader

Contains: Smut, dildo (both receiving), strap (both receiving), spit (Scotty receiving), light choking (reader receiving), handcuffs (Scotty receiving), overstimulation (both but more Scotty), tears of pleasure.

Summary: You and Scotty finally get time by yourselves.

CREDS TO @firefly-graphics FOR THE DIVIDER

Note: this is my first smut on tumblr so please give me criticism!! I need it & i know that.

All day I’ve been busy with work and so has Scotty, we’ve honestly been neglecting each other. Once I got home I placed my things down and went into the kitchen for a snack. I seen that Scotty got to the house earlier than usual. “Hey baby, I didn’t know you got off early today.” I said to her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying.”

“No I’m not.”

“Right.” I said before going behind her, moving my hands around her waist softly. “You know you’re a terrible liar right.” I spoke Into her ear before nibbling it. She turned around to face me. “I’m not lying.” She told me, which I knew was a lie, she’s not usually like this so that’s how I know she mad.

She’s more of a affection person, more on the happy side. She turned around to face me only for her lips to meet mine. It was a accident but soon it turned into a kiss, I loved it all. Soon enough Scotty broke the kiss for air. She kissed me again but slight and gently choking my neck.

It caused me to moan into the kiss. I broke the kiss only to see Scotty smirking. “You’re such a slut.” She said before pushing me back against the island. I lifted myself up and sat on the island looking at her. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” She said before unbuckling her pants.

Her eyes stayed on me the whole time. She pulled her pants down, I only saw the bulge in her boxers.. “You wore it today.” I asked her. She just nodded her head before kissing and nibbling on my neck. Soft moans escaped my mouth.

I took off my shirt and pants with the help of Scotty. She unclipped my bra and disregarded it somewhere. Her lip crashed onto mine as she slowly took off her boxers and the strap, that was underneath, springing out. After she broke the kiss she slowly rubbed the tip of the strap against my nub. “Mm fuck please fuck me~” I moaned out before feeling her slam into me.

All types of cussing words came out my mouth as she continued to pound into my tight little pussy. “You like me fucking you like this~? Huh~?” She said into my ear as she kept pounding into my pussy. “Y-yes~” I stuttered out. She started to speed up as she held my legs back some. I felt her hitting my g-spot, as soon as she sees my eyes rolling back she starts to keep hitting that same place.

I started to see stars as she kept fucking me. My stomach started to tighten, giving me a sign that I was so close to coming. “Please keep hitting there f-fuck I’m so close please please please~” I moaned out. After a couple of thrusts I finally came, but she kept going. “W-wait Scotty~” I moaned out as she kept going.

TO BE CONTINUED…

PART TWO COMING SOON.

#Switch!scotty #switch!reader #vivienne scott x reader #vivienne scott

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ffauthor · 1 year

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Teacher William afton x Reader

Cw: Panic attack, SA, Cursing.

R/L/N = Random Last Name.

Very fast written.

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You didn't wanna say that science was your favorite subject, it was just the teacher that made the lesson.... bearable.

The only problem was your seat. It was arranged in the back of the classroom, next to your ex-best friend, keep the pressure on ex.

He betrayed you, he betrayed your feelings and your deepest darkest secret, and now he's touching your leg, moving his fingers slowly over your thigh. You knew this wasn't okay. You knew that very well, but you were too scared to say anything, and the teacher seemed to have no clue.

You gazed your eyes over the clocks ticking, counting the second one by one. Telling yourself; "Breath, Y/n. You've only got ten minutes left.. keep your attention on what's in front of you, it'll be over before-" no, no, no.

Your breathing phase quickened, your chest was getting heavier and heavier and your hearing slowly faded away, making you think everyone was looking at you. Everyone's whispering at you and laughing at you and...

You feel your muscles clench underneath your skin, shaking and threatening to tear your skin open, leaving messy scars. You tried to swallow the knob in your throat but failed miserably.

You felt the presence of someone else, not just the boy next to you, basically touching you without permission. You just sat there, unable to breathe, unable to move, and unable to say anything properly.

Your leg was bouncing up and down and voices were fading away, the shadow hovering over you getting bigger, closer, and faster.

"Alright, you're dismissed for today-" the familiar voice of your teacher said, not too far from your presence. "Make sure to do your homework for the lesson on Monday."

"And no fucking bullshit. Just calm down with the alcohol or whatever shit you guys do and keep your dick in your pants so I don't have limping girls in my first fucking hour."

You heard the people you're surrendered with talk, shoving their chairs aside and making their way out of the classroom with loud noises.

Leaving you a shaking panicky mess with the boy having his arm still secured around your thigh and your teacher close to you two trying to catch what the hell is happening in the back of the classroom.

You kept your gaze on your teacher, who was giving glares between the two of you, and who possibly even... checked you out? he saw the stupid grin on his face as his arm kept moving up and down, and that seemed to trigger some part in Mr. Afton, sincerely knowing you were very uncomfortable, plus he knows you guys aren’t on good terms. And now let you be his favorite student after all.

He bent down to see his hand on your thigh, brushing it and pulling it harshly, Mr. Afton’s eyes darkening. ‘’Mr. R/L/N, mind explaining what you're doing over there?’’ he stood back straight, not daring to take his eyes off the grinning boy next to you. the boy's gaze softened a little, his face getting redder at the knowledge that he’d been caught. ‘’N- What do you mean sir, I’m just.. comforting dear Y/n here.’’ Mr. Afton’s gaze met yours, following your jawline and your head which was shaking or at least attempting to. and that was enough for him to snap. ‘’Well, then mind explaining why my dearest student over here is very very uncomfortable?’’ he didn’t wait for an answer, he didn’t give him a chance as he didn’t want to hear any other word out of their disgusting mouth.

He got ahold of the boys' hand, slowly brushing his finger against your thigh by accident as he basically slammed his hand against the table, making the boy winch in pain. ‘’I don’t tolerate such behavior towards any of my students, especially her.’’ Mr. Afton kept his hand twitched on the table, before pulling him off the chair and shoving him towards the door. ‘’F-F... I will tell the principal, you- asshole.’’ R/L/N managed to say before hearing a loud laugh pointed at him, the door slammed straight up into his face.

When he turned around to see you still shaking and panicking his gaze softens, immediately speed-walking to your side. ‘’Hey- Sweetheart.. can I come closer to you?’’ your eyes were teary and your voice trembling as you softly nodded your head, causing him to make his way towards you in a slow trust, sitting down on a chair next to you. ‘’I’m gonna need you to breathe for me, okay love?’’ - ‘’I’ll help you, just focus on my breathing and breathe with me.’’ he saw your shoulders tense and got a hold of your hands who were now in your lap, softly caressing the palm of your hand with his thumb. He smiled reassuringly at you while he showed you his breathing methods, surprisingly calming you down for the most part. ‘’There we go love, you are doing such a good job.’’

He showed you a reassuring smile, a proud one too.. one you’ve never seen before. And before you know it, your arms are wrapped around his waist, his quickly making it around yours.

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Hey! This one is a quick written one, my apologies. I had a panic attack when i wrote this and didn’t go very deep into the details.

I hope you somehow enjoy this! I’m always here for you guys if you need me.

#william afton x reader #william afton #william afton x y/n #fnaf #FNAF fanfiction #panic attack #angst #comfort #fluff

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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 26: Séance (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

Daisy, Daisy Adair, for those unfamiliar with the show, is a reaper who comes in to replace my favorite another reaper about six episodes into S1. She’s the self-proclaimed Queen of the Blow Job and uses that bluster to mask a lot of negative self-feelings. She’s beautifully tragic, once you get past the “I miss Betty and don’t like you” of her.

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

Read on Ao3

To Feel Alive Again: Ch26: Séance

“No.”

“But –”

“No.”

Marinette paused, Luka’s front door open barely a crack, and listened to the irritated voices inside. Well. Luka sounded irritated. The other voice – Théo, she was pretty sure – just sounded annoyed. Whiney.

“Luka, friend -” Théo tried again, just for Luka to cut him off with a harsh we’re not friends, “– be reasonable!”

“I am being reasonable,” Luka huffed. Théo tutted.

“All right, be adventurous then!” he cried. Luka snorted. She heard movement closer to the door and bit her lip before taking a nervous step back. She needed to knock. She needed to –

“I made a friend and saved a dog from the accident that was supposed to kill him,” Luka snorted, his voice closer. “Now I have a graveling infestation and a shedding problem. I think I’ve been adventurous enough this year.”

Marinette paused again, her hand raised to knock. A graveling infestation? What was Luka talking about?

“Don’t do it for you, then – do it for me,” Théo wheedled. “I need money, Luka!”

“Then get a fucking job,” Luka bit.

“That’s what I’m trying to do!” Théo cried. There was a rattling slam on the other side – like Luka had just slammed the fridge door closed.

“A legitimate job, dumbass,” he spat.

“It is legitimate! Daisy said she does this all the time!” Théo said. “One hundred percent foolproof! Grieving families will shell out hundreds for a message from beyond – and you knew the beyond personally!”

“…Daisy?” Luka asked, sounding incredulous. “That’s your ‘foolproof source’? Théo, that girl was –”

“A genius, I know,” Théo said, and Luka scoffed.

“I was going to say slut, but apparently that’s too insensitive these days,” he said.

“You only say that because you never took her up on her offer,” Théo snorted, and Marinette found herself pausing again. “She was quite talented, my friend. Might have loosened your tight ass up for once.”

“…we’re not friends, and my ass is just fine,” Luka bit. “And I call her a slut because of her…’offer’. Jesus Christ, Théo, don’t you remember the shit she caused the month she was here? Mendeleiev was a nightmare for months after she left. Do not instigate anything.”

“I’m not instigating – I’m – whoa!” Théo yelped, and the next thing Marinette knew the door was being thrown open and Bach was jumping on her with a deep, excited woof. She fell back, her butt hitting the carpeted floor, then fell back again as Bach crawled on top of her, snuffling and woofing at her as he tried to lick her face.

“Bach, Bach, easy!” she laughed, even though she knew the poor guy couldn’t hear her. She looked up, panting, once she finally got him to step back and saw Luka grinning down at her.

“You are a sight for sore eyes,” he said, hooking a hand under Bach’s collar to tug him back and extending another to help her up. Théo was at his side before she could say anything, a slimier grin on his face.

“Marinette! What a surprise. Come here often, pet?” he asked, and she pursed her lips as he leaned towards her. When she didn’t answer, he sighed and turned towards Luka. “Think about it? I’m willing to do an even split. Fifty-fifty.”

“I’m not faking a séance with you, Barbot, and if you dare even try I will tell Mendeleiev,” Luka said, no room for debate in his voice. Marinette’s eyebrows rose in shock. “Especially if you try it with that family. Have some respect for the dead, you ass.”

Théo just rolled his eyes, nodded towards Marinette, and strolled down the hall, whistling. Marinette looked back at Luka, frowning.

“…séance?” she asked, and he groaned as he ushered her inside.

“Don’t ask,”’ he sighed. “Théo’s an idiot. Your company is much preferred.”

She smiled as he closed the door behind her, and he froze when she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Your company’s preferred, too,” she said, humming happily as she took Bach from him and headed towards the kitchen. When she glanced back at him, he was still standing by the door, a dumbstruck smile on his face.

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #theo barbot #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #ml fic #ver fic #lbsc october minifics 2023 #to feel alive again #dlm lukanette au #dead like me au #as soon as daisy found out luka was jagged's son you know she was on him like stink on skunk #luka wanted nothing to do with her #he just wanted to be left alone #her and theo were probably fuckbuddies the entire time she was in paris

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real-jane · 2 years

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my city, my partner

[bucky barnes x shield!reader]

summary: you’ve been in love with scotland since you visited in high school, and in love with your partner for three years. when life becomes too much, bucky conspires to get you back to edinburgh.

words: 3.4k

warnings: none. mutual idiots pining, no use of y/n.

a/n: edinburgh is *my* favorite place in the whole world. thanks to @thornsnvultures for the prompt idea! her original suggestion was: Maybe a good ol fashioned "only one bed" trope? Ooh, or, Bucky surprises you with a weekend getaway to your dream destination cause he knows how hard you've been working and wants to treat you to something nice 🥺

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The corner of your phone makes contact with the linoleum tile and the screen shatters into a web-like pattern, which would be almost impressive if you weren’t trying to get ahold of your partner. Your smart watch taunts you from your wrist–drained of charge, and useless. God, nothing about this day could get worse. Not after ripping a hole in the thigh of your jeans before nine a.m, right after smacking yourself in the nose with a cabinet door, after the hot water in your unit went out mid-shower, after getting your feet twisted in your sheets and falling out of bed, following a night full of dreams which had you wondering if you were losing it.

Oh, certainly one of the worst days you’ve ever had.

For many reasons, not the least of which was standing in the rain, with a broken phone and soaked shoes, waiting for a cab. You have an old phone in your desk at home, to tide you over until you can get to the compound for a ‘full optimization’ of your device (aka begging Darlene in spec tech to believe you broke this one by accident). Your shoes will have to be tossed.

An hour later, you trudge into your modest apartment, soaked to the bone, and scream–

“Buck–WHAT THE HELL?” You jump back, knocking your hip into the doorknob, as your partner of two years flicks on the light in your living room. He chuckles, but he stands with a pitying look on his face.

“Sorry!” he winces. You thrust your wet coat into his hands in retaliation, and scoff.

“I hate when you do that!”

“Your phone is dead.” He gingerly throws your coat over the hook on the back of the door. “We gotta go. Wheels up in an hour–”

“Shit… I’ve had the worst day, and you’re gonna drag me on assignment before I can even sit down.”

He rubs your arm. “No rest on your day off, huh?”

“No. My fucking phone is broken. I was trying to call you, so it’s your fault.”

“Oh, one hundred percent. Everything I do in life is for the sole purpose of inconveniencing you. Shall I pack your bag, or–” Bucky is in your bedroom before you can stop him, drawers thrown open– “This is gonna be a long one. Probably need all this, doll. Ooh–I knew you were a lace girl–”

“Hands off the knickers, Sergeant Inconvenience.” You slam your underwear drawer shut and shove yourself between him and the dresser. He does not move to accommodate you, which means you’re bracketed against a wall of muscle. He’s trimmed down since he started his work with Ops, but he’s still just as imposing. The grin? Not so much.

“Pick up the pace, we gotta get rolling!” Bucky insists, hands on his hips.

“Where are we going?”

“Can’t tell ya. Forecast says rain, so–”

“Wear the good boots. I know. I will never escape the fucking rain,” you sigh. You thump him on the shoulder. “You have horrible timing. I had a date with a glass of wine. I’m so exhausted! My pants are ripped–don’t you fuckin’ look!” You shove him squarely and he pretends to be moved, even as his eyes flicker downward like he’s searching for the rip in question. He sits at the end of your bed.

“You’re violent today.”

“I’m gonna stab you.”

“Proving my point,” he smirks. “‘M sorry, doll. It’s a big job, or I’d be happy to let you wallow in a cheap cabernet.”

“You owe me.”

“At least your day ends with me?” he asks, with the innocent smile which got you very, very much into trouble on the night you met, some three years prior.

If he remembers that night, he has never let on, and you’re grateful he has moved past it. You, however, have been gone for him ever since. It didn’t help when you were officially assigned into partnership when he stepped away from Avengers missions, because now you see him every day. Sometimes those feelings bubble up again like they’ve been simmering on the backburner, and one smile makes the pot boil over. On the days you’re most lucky, he’s your partner. The person you work best with (no matter how much you bicker), the one you’d take a bullet for, the one who’s always on your comm frequency… Who you happen to remember pressing you to the door of the single-stall bathroom in a dive bar, before he ever knew you work for SHIELD, fucking you better with his pants on than any man ever had in the nude.

Sitting on your bed, rushing you to prepare for a mission, the line blurs.

Your day often ends with him. Whether or not he’s there. Heaven forbid he ever find out about your pathetic obsession, or the way your fingers travel over your soft skin in the unsatisfying facsimile of his, thinking about how he might hold you again.

You shake your head. “What’s the job?”

“Deep cover. Surveillance, extraction if necessary.”

“What’s our story?”

“Tourists. I have more money than one man should reasonably have, and you–”

“I like that about you, I get it. Are we married?”

“Would you like to be?”

You toss a sweatshirt at his head and turn away so he doesn’t detect the cold sweat on your face. “It’s always more believable, and I’m not playing the ‘we met on the airplane’ scenario again—I think you scarred the concierge for life!”

“What—that’s the most fun cover! I could tell that story a hundred times.”

“Nat would murder you if she knew you tell her business on assignment.”

“Well, I haven’t checked into the Mile High Club with you, so—“

“How did she ever date you?”

“Wasn’t like that. We blew off some steam until she realized she wanted a blond.” Natasha’s relationship with Steve is a trophy Bucky carries. He has no hard feelings about it. He loves them both so much that the partnership feels like his greatest achievement.

“Do I have time to shower?” you sigh.

“If you do it at light speed. You shower, I’ll pack for you. Promise I’ll take it seriously.”

“Fine. My bag is under the bed. Don’t linger in my intimates, you perv.”

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You’re usually happy to take his bike but the rain is still relentless, so it’s a soggy ride. By the time you embark the walkway of the quinjet, you’re pissed off, so tired you can hardly keep your eyes open, and annoyed with your unfairly sexy companion–who is far too chipper for his own good. He pushes you into the copilot seat and then does his pre-flight check alone, though it would take half as long if you helped. In the console between the seats, there are two cups… both of them still hot. Both of them have your name written on the side in marker.

“Bucky?” you call.

“Didn’t know if you’d want caffeine this late!” he replies from the bottom of the ladder into the belly of the hold.

Your heart squeezes. The ‘thank you’ is lost in your throat as you cradle the hot cocoa in your hands, thinking better of the coffee–which, sure enough, has all the markings of your usual ‘high maintenance’ (Bucky’s words) coffee order. By the time he finishes up and takes his seat beside you, your anger has melted. He smirks at your posture, with your feet pulled up under you in your good boots, and your sleeves tugged over your knuckles, with your cocoa against your chest.

He points at the untouched coffee with an eyebrow raised. You nod. “Thanks, doll.” He takes a grateful sip and closes his eyes reverently. “Shit. Now I see why you drink that every day.”

“I have good taste,” you say.

His smile in agreement is so warm that you feel it in your toes. “It’s hotel coffee for us, for a while.”

“Wait–maybe I do want that one.”

He pauses with the cup centimeters from his mouth and laughs. Without a second thought, he hands the cup over, trading you for the cocoa. It’s impossible to miss the wink when he drinks from the hot chocolate, but you are transfixed watching his lips where yours just were.

“You can sleep,” he offers, throwing the switches to make the aircraft rumble to life. “I don’t expect anything exciting over the Atlantic.”

“So… Europe?”

“You’ll see.” He gets the go-ahead from the tower to take off, so you both put on the headsets which allow you to communicate in the air.

“I’ll stay up for a while,” you say.

“Don’t stay up on my account. I’ve had one sip of coffee, so I’m wide awake.”

You punch his shoulder, and his laugh filters through your earpieces in surround-sound.

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Despite the caffeine, you last twenty minutes before your eyelids droop too heavily to stay open. When you wake up again, it’s because the jet wheels meet the runway. The airport is small, likely a military base as is customary for SHIELD flights in foreign airspace. You glance at Bucky as you rub your eyes. He’s tired, but he’s steady as ever, pulling into the hangar indicated by the runway attendant’s waving orange night sticks.

“Welcome back,” he chuckles, realizing you’re staring at him with sleepy wonderment. Your cheeks get hot.

“Where are we?”

“Outside Edinburgh.”

“Oh. If I knew we were going to Scotland, I would’ve been far more cooperative!” You sit up straight and try to catch any glimpse of the country you’ve loved since you visited on a school trip ages ago, but it’s difficult in the darkness to see anything. “Oh my god.” Your fingers find your mouth. “I’m sorry. I will be totally cool once we’re out there, but I can’t believe we’re here.”

“Haven’t played anything cool a day in your life,” Bucky snickers, tapping on your headset. You rip it off your head and hand it over.

“Shut up, Barnes.”

“Go change. I’ll meet you outside once I’ve got us squared away with customs.” He lets you stand first, and holds your elbow when you stumble trying to side-step around the console. You slide your arm through his fingers until they’re clasped around yours and squeeze his hand.

The clothing you have available is truly… the bulk of your own dresser. Bucky wasn’t kidding–he packed almost everything you own. You choose an outfit which says ‘I married my husband for his money,’ and give yourself a once-over in the small mirror inside your locker. By the time you make your way down the walkway, Bucky is waiting. He has changed, too–into a dark peacoat, a perennial favorite of yours, and dark slacks, with shoes so shiny they reflect the bright hangar lights off the toes. He isn’t dressed expensively per se, but he is beautiful. He notices you there and stops for a second.

“Let it be known, I married you for your looks,” he says. You wrinkle your nose at him. “We’ve got a car over here.”

Bucky gestures to the far end of the hangar. You move where he indicates, but he pulls you back to walk in step with him, easing your hand into the crook of his elbow. He does it so seamlessly, it feels like something he does to you all the time. His hand stays, pressed over your fingers, leaving your bag to dangle from your arm. Even if it is a cover, you can’t help but lean into him. It may be a temporary oasis from the reality of your relationship, but it doesn’t mean you can’t savor every second. He realizes you’re lugging your bag, and he eases it off your arm to slip the strap over his shoulder. Then, he covers your hand again.

–

Bucky pulls the car into a small lot behind a series of row houses in Old Town; the sight of the streetlights making your favorite city glow distracts you from the fact that this is an assignment. Even the smog-stains at the top of the buildings are charming. This is your city. You left your heart here, once. You’re more than eager to get out of the car as Bucky parks.

“What are we doing here?” you ask, peering up at the ornate building.

“I’ll explain inside. This is a primary location for us to scout.” He grabs your bag from the trunk.

“Do I need that?”

“Yes.”

You narrow your eyes at his back but you still follow him up an alley staircase and through a door which he miraculously has a key to. Inside, you ascend up another set of stairs, to the top floor, and then through the only door, there. Whatever number of units this building has, the top floor seems to have just one, and it is…

“Oh.” Your mouth drops open. The flat is revealed to you as lights flick on down the hallway. It’s a gorgeous historic apartment with all the right touches of modernity, while still retaining its charm.

“Coming?” His voice comes from somewhere down the hall. You shut and lock the front door, and shuffle your way towards the direction of his voice, until you find him in the last room. It’s a small bedroom with a stone fireplace and a large, plush bed. Bucky is in the process of loading the dresser with your clothing when you enter.

“What’s going on?” you breathe.

He straightens. He has removed his coat, revealing a white button-down shirt, which he has left unbuttoned at the collar, and he has a sheepish smile on his face. “So, uh. I haven’t been honest.”

All you can do is blink at him. Bucky dodges around the foot of the bed and eases your coat from your shoulders. He tosses it on his own, on the bed. Then, he grasps your wrist and tugs you to the window.

“In the morning, you’ll have a view of the castle right there,” he says softly. He stands behind you, hands on your shoulders. “And I’m told there’s a cafe downstairs which serves coffee they roast themselves, and crepes stuffed with all manner of fruits.”

“Bucky–”

“This flat is yours,” he says. “For ten days. And if you want to do nothing but sleep, you can do that. This is your time. I had sort of hoped I could stay, but if I’ve misread things, I’ll skip my ass off to London until you’re rejuvenated.”

You turn around. “This isn’t a job…”

Bucky shakes his head. “I knew you’d never give yourself permission to take time off, but you’ve been so exhausted, doll… it’s killing me to watch you push yourself to your breaking point. I don’t get any joy outta watching you suffer. I’m a lot happier when you’re happy. That’s kinda everything to me. And there’s no need to operate undercover–not that I mind pretending I’m married to you. Happy to dote on you like a spouse if that makes it more fun.”

"So, this cover idea..."

"Just wanted to look nice for ya." He rubs your arms.

You take in a slow breath. “This is a big thing to do for a person,” you peep. “Might make a girl think some things.”

“I bring you coffee every day, doll. I have taken two bullets on recent missions because I’ve been so worried about keeping you from being shot. When I close my eyes at night, the only thing I dream about is you.” He brushes your chin. “And if you think for one second you haven’t been imprinted in my skin since the bar, you’re nuts.”

“But you don’t… you’re professional!” You’re so overwhelmed by his proximity that you can’t process what he’s saying. “I thought you forgot! You don’t touch me. You’re always talking to Sam about his dates–”

Bucky levels his eyes with yours. “I haven’t been with anyone else since you. But you acted like it never happened, doll… I was not about to tease you about something which meant so much to me, even if it happened in haste, or push you into more familiarity than you wanted.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit. “I’m–do you not see how much I love you?” It comes out like you’ve been waiting to tell him for a century: pained, but relieved to finally have the truth out in the open.

Bucky folds so he can pull you into his arms, crushing you to his chest. “Being your partner is the best thing that ever happened to me,” he murmurs against your temple. “I hoped you felt that way. Is this okay? Is it too much–”

“You gave me my city,” you say in astonishment. “Oh my god. Bucky… wait–is there another bedroom in this flat?”

“No.”

“What would you have done if I didn’t want you here? Slept on the floor?”

He pulls away so he can see your face, and his expression is one of delight. “Are you asking me to sleep with you, sweetheart?”

“There’s one bed, and I’m a nice person.” You giggle when he is temporarily offended at the thought that you’d actually make him sleep on the ground. “Besides, if you do fuck off to London as you suggested, I’ll be all alone, and I want you to know I’m weak for a man in a kilt, and this city is choc full of them–”

“I’ll have you know I am Scottish, on my father’s side, so.”

“We should get you a kilt.”

He nods in agreement, and his eyes keep flickering down to your lips. “Are you still upset I ripped you away from your cabernet?”

“They sell wine in Scotland.”

“I know.” Bucky takes a few steps backwards, but keeps hold of your hands so you’ll follow him. He leads you into the sitting room, to the sofa, and gestures for you to sit. He makes a show of jogging over to the switch on the wall beside another fireplace and flicks it upwards. The fire roars to life behind the thick glass. Your laugh gives him another burst of energy, he’s almost dancing into the adjoining kitchen. Glass tinkles, a drawer opens and shuts, and he returns with a bottle of something red.

“Hey, did you bring any clothes?” you giggle, as he accidentally dribbles a few droplets of the wine onto the cuff of his sleeve while opening the bottle with the churchkey.

“Ellis dropped off my bag this morning, it’s in the closet.”

“I can’t believe you used SHIELD resources to trick me into vacation.”

Bucky hands you a glass of wine and his cheeks redden. “Uh, well. Fury knows. I may have cashed in some of my vacation days on your behalf.”

You set your glass down on the coffee table carefully and launch yourself at his face, pressing him down into the couch. You’ve known for three years that he kisses like air is a secondary matter, but there is nothing like kissing him in thanks, now that he knows you love him. This isn’t just a thoughtful gesture, this is… nobody in your life has ever done something so kind for you. Until you met Bucky, you weren’t entirely sure you deserved it. But his tongue teases yours and thoughts of what you deserve flee from your mind.

“Got you a new phone, too,” he mumbles between territorial nips at your bottom lip.

“This gift-giving kink of yours is really sexy,” you pant.

Bucky cradles your face in his hands and kisses you slowly, pulling every little sound from your throat he can. When your lips part, he smiles. “I’m in love with you, honey. I know it’s unprofessional, but I don’t give a shit. I’d give you Scotland if I could.”

“Get a kilt and I’ll be satisfied.” You lay your head on his chest. His heart is racing in time with yours.

“If it’s weird, we can still pretend like we’re not both excited to be sleeping in the same bed.” His voice rumbles under your ear.

“Oh, how ever will I survive in this completely fabricated scenario.” You put your hand to your forehead dramatically. “Oops, I forgot to pack real pajamas.”

“Awe rats! I sleep naked. We’re at an impasse.”

You rest your chin on his sternum and raise your eyebrows. “Whatever will we do?”

It takes two seconds for him to bracket an arm around your waist and swing his legs over the side of the sofa. Your feet do not touch the ground again. Your back, however, meets plush fabric, and Bucky kisses you like he has all the time in the world to make sure you know how much he wants you. He doesn’t have forever, but he has at least ten days.

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