#maybe if i just close my eyes and pretend that it isn't there it'll go away

[steddiealltheway]

Eddie is having a boring summer day.

He could go to the mall if he wanted to, but it's hot outside, and he really doesn't want to deal with people at the moment. Plus, the last time he went, he's pretty sure he saw Steve Harrington in a sailor's uniform that made him feel a certain way. But he's pretty sure he hallucinated that.

He hopes he hallucinated that. Especially the part where he felt attracted to him. Like full-blown, he wanted to set sail on an ocean of flavor with him, or whatever stupid line he had said when he passed by the ice cream parlor.

So, yeah, the mall is not an option for him at the moment. But maybe it'll burn down or something and he'll never have to see Steve's face again.

A knock on his trailer door breaks him out of the slight trance, and Eddie rushes to answer it. He hopes it's not Jeff asking for his-

All thoughts stop when the door swings open and he finds Steve Harrington on the other side. In his sailor's uniform.

What the fuck?

Please be hallucinating.

"Hey," Steve says as if they've talked more than a handful of times over the past few years of passing each other in the hall.

Eddie swallows hard. "What are you doing here?" he asks, trying so hard not to eyefuck Steve.

"I was wondering if you were still selling weed?" Steve says.

Eddie sighs and gestures for him to come inside. Might as well get this over with so he can get closer to screaming into a pillow.

Once Steve is in his trailer, he closes the door behind him and rushes off to his room, grabbing his metal lunch/drug box quickly before looking in the mirror and quickly trying to clean himself up a bit. He stops when he realizes he's doing this for Steve Harrington for Christ's sake.

He opens up the little box and doesn't look at Steve and his damn beautiful hair as he pretends to look for his weed.

He isn't prepared for Steve to say, "I should warn you that I haven't gotten paid yet, so I was wondering if there was any other way I could pay for this?"

Eddie freezes and slowly looks up. There's no way he heard that correctly. Shit, is he dreaming? He does not want another Steve dream. Jeff had made fun of him for weeks after he confessed to it. "I'm sorry, what?"

Steve just shrugs casually. "Like, I could give you my watch until I can pay you properly."

Eddie sets his lunch/drug box down harshly on the counter next to him and runs both hands over his face. "Christ, Steve, that is not what I thought you meant."

"What did you think I meant?" Steve asks.

Eddie drops his hands from his face and raises his eyebrows at Steve, hoping he understands. Steve just tilts his head to the side, looking way too adorable for a damn jock, but Eddie blames the sailor uniform for that.

He sighs and curses under his breath before saying, "I thought you were offering to like..." he trails off and reluctantly gestures to his crotch.

Steve finally catches on to what he's saying as his eyebrows raise and his mouth makes a little 'o' shape. He nods for a second before pausing. "Wait, would that get me weed for free?"

Eddie's eyes widen. There's no way that Steve understood what he just gestured.

But then Steve shrugs and walks closer to him saying, "I won't tell if you don't."

Eddie quickly backs into his counter and hisses out, "There's no way I'm letting you blow me when I haven't even had my first kiss." He immediately regrets the words as soon as he says them. NOT because he just rejected Steve but because he just revealed to him that he's never been kissed before.

God, could this get any more embarrassing?

Steve pauses and looks him over, eyes flickering over his face as if considering... "How much would a first kiss get me?"

Eddie's pretty sure his heart stops. What the hell? "How fucking desperate are you for this weed?" Eddie asks.

"Not that desperate," Steve confesses.

Okay, this is definitely a dream. Eddie is now entirely convinced,

But then, Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair before resting it on his hips. "Sorry, man, it's just... I haven't gotten any action in weeks now, and I have this coworker that reminds me every day about how much that means that I suck. And my favorite kid has gone away to this damn science camp. And my dad is being more of an asshole than usual whenever he comes home, which is honestly not often, but he still somehow makes my life hell. And I'm sorry for unloading this shit onto you right now and for making a move on you. But could you please let me know how I could get some weed without making you uncomfortable?"

Eddie stares at him for a few moments before he reaches into his bag for a half-ounce. He hands the bag to Steve, pressing it into his hand. "Usually twenty bucks, but it's on the house for you." Because shit, he needs it.

Steve stares at it for a few seconds before pocketing it. He doesn't leave though. He just stares at Eddie conflictedly.

"What?" Eddie asks.

"You're sure there's nothing I can do for you?" Steve asks.

Eddie almost thinks it sounds like he wants to do something for him. So he folds his arms and boldly asks, "Why did you offer to kiss me?"

Steve shrugs. "I've heard the rumors that you're um... And I just... I think that you're... cute. For a guy," he rushes to clarify.

Eddie stares at him for a few seconds. Is Steve Harrington... not straight? There's no damn way. He's probably just screwing with him or something. But also... he sees that look in his eyes - the curiosity and fear - that makes him think... maybe he's being genuine.

"Are you fucking with me?" Eddie breathes out.

Steve shakes his head. "No, I wouldn't do that. That's not cool."

Eddie pinches himself hard. Ouch. Not a dream.

"So," Eddie says carefully, "Are you still offering to kiss me in place of paying for the weed?"

"I'll make it worth it," Steve says quickly.

Eddie takes a second to think about it. And really, how the hell can he turn down Steve Harrington in a sailor outfit being his first kiss? He's a weak, weak man. But... it's also sacrificing twenty bucks.

Damn, it's worth it.

"Okay," Eddie breathes out.

Steve smiles and gets closer to him, successfully trapping him back against the counter. His hand comes up to slowly cup Eddie's face, stroking a thumb over his cheek as the other one rests on the counter behind him.

Eddie takes in a deep shakey breath.

Steve's eyes flicker down to his lips and back to his eyes. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with, so just pinch me if you want out, okay?"

Shit, why do the words make Eddie's brain melt? He hums and nods in response.

Steve leans in slowly but stops right before kissing him to ask, "Can I please kiss you?"

"Fuck yes," Eddie says, grabbing Steve by the tie of the sailor's uniform and pulling him until his lips press against him.

It's like every nerve in Eddie's body is on fire. He lets go of the tie to run his hands over Steve's back, pulling him closer as Steve traces his tongue over the seam of his lips.

Eddie moans, letting him in, tasting mint and a hint of something cherry as Steve deepens the kiss. Eddie makes it his mission to get Steve as close as possible to him, hands moving into his gorgeous hair and tugging him closer, groaning when Steve pulls away and bites his bottom lip only to soothe it with his tongue before moving in again to kiss him.

Eddie gets lost in it all, knowing that no first kiss is supposed to be this fucking good. He groans when Steve's hands move to grip the back of his neck and try to pull him in the same way Eddie is doing to him.

And shit, he cannot get enough of him. But he also cannot breathe.

He breaks the kiss, panting into Steve's mouth, but not feeling bad about it when Steve does the same, sounding equally out of breath.

Steve still presses three more gentle kisses against his mouth before pulling back and mumbling out, "Fuck."

Eddie takes in the boy, flushed red, hair wild, lips a bit puffy and wet, and with pupils blown wide. And he knows the image will forever ruin him.

Steve runs his hand through his hair again - a nervous tick? - as he catches his breath.

Eddie can't help but ask, "Was that... okay?"

Steve's eyes widen in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? That was perfect. And you've never kissed anyone before?"

Eddie shakes his head.

"Shit, man. I guess you're a natural or something."

Eddie flushes red at the compliment.

Steve clears his throat and gestures toward the door. "Well, I've gotta head out. But thank you for this, and for not making fun of the stupid sailor outfit."

Eddie chokes down the words I think it's hot and instead says, "Of course, and if you want a... discount... I'm always available."

Steve nods. "Right." He smiles and moves toward the door.

Eddie follows behind him.

Right before he opens the door, Steve turns around and kisses him again, it surprises Eddie so much that he almost doesn't register Steve slipping something into his front pocket. But as Steve pulls away, he gives him a wink before slipping out the door and making his way to his car.

Eddie watches as Steve gets in and slides his hand into his pocket. He feels something folded up and pulls it out, looking down to find a twenty-dollar bill in his hand meaning...

Steve shoots him a wicked smile before driving away, joyfully bobbing his head along to whatever song is playing on his radio.

Eddie pinches himself one more time to make sure he isn't dreaming.

Ow.

He smiles wide. Maybe Steve will take him up on his "discount" again.

(Thank you @henderdads for suggesting the sailor uniform)

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie ficlet #steddie crack #pre season 4 steddie

[luveline]

I would love to see shy/easily embarrassed!reader x steve where he makes a dirty joke in front of their friends and r is just super flustered, blushing very obviously and smacking his arm (silent way of telling him to stop embarrassing her!)

thank you for your request lovely!! fem!reader

Robin drops a can of soda in your lap and winces when it misses your leg and hits the asphalt. "Shit. Don't open that for a while." 

"Thank you," you say. 

"Don't say thanks, she made your life harder," Steve chides, his arm over your shoulder. He gives you a loving shake. "You gonna say thanks when it explodes, too?" 

He loves giving you and Robin a hard time for fun, but it's never serious. You send him a fake glare and take the cold soda can into your hand, tentative, worried it might explode. 

"She says thanks all the time because she's nice," Jonathan says, peeling open a bag of hard pretzels. 

Steve perks up like a bloodhound, his love for pretzels almost outranking his 'stir every pot' prerogative. "She's super nice," he agrees, "aren't you, sweetheart?" 

"I feel like I'm being targeted unfairly," you murmur, pretending your cheeks aren't aflame to the best of your ability. 

If he notices your flustered heat, you can blame the summer sun that's only just dropped down behind the treeline, throwing the road outside of the convenience store into shadow. It's a blessed reprieve from sweating, and all you need now is an ice cold drink. 

You offer it to Steve. "Will you do it, please? I'm scared if I touch it anymore it'll explode." 

"I know how it feels," Steve says. 

Jonathan laughs in disgust, and Nancy laughs at his quick wit (and maybe also disgust). You slap Steve's arm where it rests over your shoulder, his hand shy of your chest suddenly in an unacceptable position, what with his implication. He laughs and pulls his hand to your shoulder to stop you from hitting him, kissing your temple. 

"Sorry! I totally meant my heart," he says, giving you a little pat. 

"Yeah, sure," Robin says. "I thought you were a feminist?" 

"I love women," Steve says, giving you another kiss before leaping onto his feet and taking a couple of steps away, "that's why I'm going to open my babe's soda, even though it's one hundred percent a bomb."

You can't meet Robin's eyes when she smiles at you as if to say, He deserves this. 

Steve digs his fingertip under the tab and pulls. Like everyone expected, fizz and foam explodes, hitting his chest and his neck before spattering down his fingers and dripping onto the ground. He blinks dazedly. 

Your friends clap. You join in after a moment, in love with him even when he makes jokes that have you wishing the ground would swallow you whole, trying not to stare at the shining bead of soda as it slides down over his Adam's apple. 

He sits down heavily beside you on the curb and hands you your soda, dried off with the end of his shirt. "Was that too far?" he asks, quieter, genuinely concerned.

You laugh softly, placing the soda by your shoes. "No, it was funny. Funnier if it wasn't, you know, in front of all our friends." 

Steve drops his arm on top of yours to clasp your hand. 

"My comedian," you mutter. 

"Ah, so you are mad." 

You drop your head against his shoulder, your furnace of a cheek flat to the stitching on his sleeve. You're not mad, and you prove it with a gentle thumb rubbing the back of his hand. 

"You know, exploding isn't the only thing me and that soda have in common–" 

"Steve, no," you say, closing your eyes.

Your friends chuckle. Steve rests his head atop yours. "I'll tell you after," he promises. 

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4

[moumouton4]

first time with shikamaru 🥲🌸 i’m obsessed with this man

First Time || Shikamaru Nara x fem!reader

A/n : Hiiii Iris ! 🌷 I really hope you'll like it ! I'm obesessed with this man as well lmao so it was a real pleasure to write for him. Thank you for the opportunity 🔥

Warnings : Nsfw, penetrative sex, grinding, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Words count : 1433

First of all, you need to know that this guy is too relaxed to have ever thought about it in his life

"What ? Sex ? Ughh such a drag "It's almost what he thinks when he hears the word

And that's even after he's met you and been in a relationship for several years

He's just there chilling

Even when you're sitting on his lap or wrapped in a towel coming out of the shower

I think that's just the way he is, he doesn't give a damn about anything and unfortunately for you that's just the way it also is

I wouldn't be surprised if he was a virgin. I can't see him having sex with someone he hardly knows or who isn't linked to him by a real bond of feeling and trust

Coming back to you, you're going to have to trigger the lust in him if you want something to happen. And trying to make him jealous wouldn't work either - he trusts you too much for that :')

Maybe grind on him when you're sitting on his lap or let the towel drop in front of him when you're out of the shower

Though you're not safe from him asking you to stop and rest or pretending nothing's happened as he glance the other way

It'll take some persuading, and seriously, if it was up to his dick he'd currently be deep inside you during his naps - maybe even thrusting from time to time

However, his brain is lazy. Like working up a sweat and having to shower afterwards no thanks, napping sounds much better

That's what you have to put up with. So like the big girl you are, you took the matter in your own hands… literally

So one day around snack time, you bought him a lemon cake or a strong iced coffee... to give him a boost so he wouldn't feel tired when the real business you had planned will begin.

Of course, he'd noticed your little maneuver and asked you "What was this for Y/n ? What are you trying to achieve with that big brain of yours ?" he said leaning on his hand

Of course he was going to try and take the piss out of you

You suddenly turned bashful and your was flushed bright red like the bolder of the lipsticks. As your explanation progressed, the same hue spread to his own cheeks

He cleared his throat before resuming "You could have just asked me. I wouldn't have said no"

You mouth hung agape at his simple answer, as if his demeanor might have helped you to guess it

Seeing your astonishment, he added, "What I do and what I want to do don't always match up" he held out a hand towards you, "Come on, come over there"

And you did and came to straddle him on the chair where he was sitting and where you had just had your snack

As you sat, you couldn't help but widen your eyes at the bulge you could feel in his pants beneath you

"What ? I told you sometimes what I do doesn't coincide with what I want to do. And that shirt looks great on you" he said, kissing the hollow of your breasts above the scalloped collar of your t-shirt

"You know I expect a little more than that. Come on don't be a drag Shika" you teased - you used the word quite often since it was something he usually says a lot in a day

He rolled his eyes and carried you to his room

Once there you saw him differently from what you'd been used to seeing. His hands shook a little as he undressed you. You could tell he didn't want to mess up at any point

You leaned back on your elbows to straighten up a little. You reached for his hair and gently loosened it before massaging his scalp "Would you like me to take things in hand ?"

He nodded gently, the pink of his cheeks turning bright red as you removed your bra. His usually semi-closed eyes opened wide as his mouth hung open "Gorgeous" he breathlessly said

He caught one of your nipples in his mouth before sucking gently on it. You let out a breathy moan as he continued his gentle torture, your hips grinding against his during the whole process.

After that you made sure to undress both of you completely. You could see he liked being taken care of

You ran your hand down his torso, your nails grazing his smooth skin before your hand grabbed his hard cock and jerked it languidly slow - I like to think that's the way he does it lmao

He looked so cute like this squirming in your hand trying to clench his teeth to muffle any moan that would escape his mouth. You waited until there was pre coming out of the rosy tip before stopping. Leaving a tingling sensation on his cock

He anticipated exactly what you were going to do next "Second drawer of the bedside table" he told you in a voice filled with lust. You smirked as you followed his indication and took one. Continuing in the same spirit, you opened it and slipped it onto his hard cock

As you were about to impale yourself on him he grabbed your hips before flipping you over "Do you really think I'm going to let you do all the work for me. That wouldn't be very gentlemen-like of me, don't you think?"

You wrapped your arms around his head before pulling him towards you and whispering into his ear "Go on then be my guest"

"Consider it done" he said before taking his cock in hand and rubbing your folds with the tip. What a tease ! And when he decided to finally slip it in he put that the tip, living off the way your face contorted at his actions

"Now I get it you're the real drag here- oh" your sentence was cut off as he sank a little deeper into you. He was careful not to make you uncomfortable at any time. Even if he took the liberty of teasing you a little, your well-being was his priority

Once he was balls deep, he stopped short, giving you time to adjust to his size. He rested his head on your shoulders, and he closed his eyes as his hair tickled your face

"Hey don't go falling asleep there" you chuckled

"Don't worry there's not the slightest risk"

Once you gave him permission to move, he reopened his eyes before gently starting to roll his hips against yours. It was incredible, the way he did it allowed the pleasure to build slowly. On the other hand, you secretly hoped he'd speed up at some point

He's not the best with praises, so he stuck to the facts "You're so warm.... and so tight"

He sensed he probably wasn't going to last long enough to make you cum with his cock only so he anticipated and slid his hand between your bodies. Once there he began to rub your clit in a circular motion. Of course bro knew were it was

The more he did it, the tighter you got, making him twitch involuntarily inside of you. He ended up speeding up his rhythm, matching it with the rhythm of his fingers

Your nails were scratching his back as you felt the knot inside you about to snap. He took his hand away from your clit for a second to grab one of your legs and wrap it around him so as to fuck you deeper

"Oh gosh Shikamaru !"

"Keep saying my name" he replied, his voice husky "It's never been so beautiful coming out of someone's mouth" he said before placing his lips on yours

You felt the knot in your stomach snap as he drank in the moans coming from your mouth. The new wetness allowed him to slide in and out of you with greater ease, knocking him off the edge

He slumped over your body, his energy totally spent. The motion caused him to re-enter you a little making you both shudder in the process

You pushed back a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead before saying mischievously, "So, did it pass the drag radar ?

"Yes" he said still trying to catch his breath after his orgasm. He kissed your forehead and added "Not a chance for this to ever be a drag"

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍗🧀 Again my requests are open 🍝🍰

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto smut #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #naruto shippuden smut #shikamaru nara #shikamaru nara x reader #shikamaru nara x reader smut #shikamaru nara smut #shikamaru nara imagine #shikamaru smut #shikamaru imagine #shikamaru x reader #smut #request #miri-writes

[night-daily]

Baking together | Sanji x fem! reader

summary: unable to keep sleeping, you found yourself on the Going Merry's kitchen but someone is already there.

warnings: none.

characters: sanji opla.

a/n: i, of course, didn't write all the steps nor ingredients but let's pretend that's how you do a chocolate cake pls

“Ugh, it's so early...” You sit on your hammock rubbing your eyes, this is the fourth time in the week that you suddenly wake up and can't go back to sleep anymore. Frustrated, you change your clothes, ready to start your day. Maybe isn't that bad to wake up early, you have more time to train but you can't do it with an empty stomach, right?

As much as you'd like to eat a full breakfast, you can't, you don't know how to cook, every time you've tried cooking it ends in disaster and you know someone would be very upset if something happens to the his kitchen, so maybe a few strawberries would do it for now.

You walk to the kitchen, not missing how quiet the ship is, you stop in track for a few seconds, closing your eyes and breathing deeply, enjoying the silence, that is one of the reasons you love it the sea, was always so peaceful. Well, only when there weren't pirates chasing you, of course. Opening your eyes, you make your way to the kitchen, entering and going straight to look for strawberries, where Sanji hides them? Yeah, he hides them from you, because you ate them a lot and he says you'll end up turning into one.

“Where are you little strawberries? Yell if you want to be eat it” You whisper, scanning the boxes on the floor, but nothing.

You hear something behind you, are you going crazy? It is actually a strawberry trying to get your atten—

“What are you doing up at six in the morning?” His voice startles you, making you jump on your place. “I might ask you the same thing” Standing up, you turn yourself to look at him, your heart is still racing, you don't know if is because he startled you or because his mere presence makes you nervous every time he's around.

Sanji narrows his eyes to you, “I'm going to bake a cake for dessert for later, what about you?” “Well, I couldn't sleep anymore” you shrug, “Can I join you?” You ask with a pout on your lips and he can't say to you, not when you look so adorable and for a selfish reason, he'll have you all alone for him, even for a few hours but that's enough for him, for his heart.

“Okay, you can help” “Oh, thanks, you won't regret it, Chef!” The nickname doesn't go unnoticed by Sanji, he feels his cheeks burn a little. Only you can make him blush like a teenage boy. “Let's wash our hands first” He says, moving quickly so you won't see his face.

You two wash your hands, him first and while you're drying your hands, he's preparing all the ingredients you'll need to bake a chocolate cake with strawberries on top. “What are we making? I mean, what kind of cake?” You stand beside him, watching curious about the ingredients trying to figure out by yourself. “Hey, this is my favorite flavor of cake” I know, he thinks. “And we will put strawberries on top!?” He feels like you caught him in the act, he nods shyly, “That's why I have been trying to hide the strawberries from you this last month, you told us this was the cake your mom baked for when you were feeling down, and since she died, well, I just thought, maybe it'll cheer you up a little, I-I don't know, maybe it's not a good idea, I—” You can't help but hug him tighter as you can, you thought no one paid attention to you that time, all of you were drinking and quite drunk, but he did, he always does when it comes to you. You murmur a thank you, close to his ear.

Clearing his throat, you separate your body from his, “Should we start cooking, sweetheart?” Now it's his turn to make you blush but this time, he can see you and he loves what he sees.

You two start with the recipe, You voicing the instructions to Sanji. In a bowl, he's mixing sugar, cocoa, flour, and salt, adding eggs, vanilla, and milk, isn't new to you watch him in his element, but being alone with him while he's cooking, it's just another level. You stopped saying the instructions, too distracted staring at him. He lifts his eyes from the bowl, wondering why you stopped, he catches you staring but you don't notice until you feel something soft on your face, what the heck. Your hand comes to your face, Sanji's trying to suffocate his laugh, you wipe your face with your hand and it comes white, oh, that's how you wanna play, huh?

You grab some flour and throw it at his face, taking him by surprise. You're laughing so hard, that it echoes through the kitchen walls, he's dazzled by your laughter, the sound fills his heart, and he wants to make you laugh, all the time. But in this moment, he's decided to get his revenge even if he started, you feel the flour in your face, again, before you can see it. With a mischievous smile on your face, you're ready to throw him back some flour, but before you can stretch all your hand, he grabs your wrist, gently but firmly. Pulling you closer to him. Your faces are inches away. “We should never waste ingredients, Mon Chéri” You're not breathing anymore, you're lost in his beautiful eyes. Somehow you managed to nod your head and he let you go, even if he didn't want to.

He pour the batter into the prepared pan and puts it in the oven.

“Now what?” Your voice cracks a little, still recovering from your moment before. “Now we're gonna make the chocolate ganache while the cake bakes for 35 minutes” And you're excited again, this used to be your favorite part when your mom baked, she always let you lick the spoon at the end. “Ready, sous chef?” “More than ready, chef” Your smile matches his.

Sanji is trying to follow the exact recipe but you keep trying to add some personal touches, like adding chocolate chips more than you actually need, “It's a chocolate cake, Sanji, it's supposed to taste like chocolate” you roll your eyes at him. “What if you check the cake mean while I try to take some chocolate chips off, that way we don't die of sugar poisoning” “Fine” you click your tongue, heading to the oven. You open the oven, feeling the heat, “How do I know if is ready?” “Insert a wooden pick in the center, if it comes out clean, then is ready”

I don't wanna look for wooden picks, what if—

Almost as if he was reading your thoughts, he yelled at the same time as you.

“Fuck!” “That's hot, don't touch it with your finger!” He drops the spoon on the ground rushing towards you, “Did you burn your finger? it hurts?” His darting eyes told you everything, he's worried about you. “I'm okay, it was just a second, I barely touched it, don't worry” You tried to ease his worry but it wasn't working. “Let's wet your finger with a little cold water” You let him drag you to the sink. “I think we should go back to you doing the baking and me doing the eating” Finally a smile cracks on his face, “By the way, you have chocolate on your cheek” Sanji tries to get it but misses, this is your chance and you don't plan to waste it, “Did I say cheek? I mean lips” You put your arms around his neck, and he leans over you while looking at your lips as you do, you lift your eyes to his, asking for permission, and he nods, crashing his lips with yours, and it definitely tastes sweeter than chocolate.

“Mon amour, I— ” He mumbles, still kissing you before a new voice cuts him off. “Hey, don't you smell smoke?” You both pull away abruptly with wide eyes, “FUCK!”

#opla sanji #one piece live action #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji opla #vinsmoke sanji #sanji live action #opla #sanji x female reader

[alotofrandomfangirling]

Dance with me? (Roronoa Zoro x f!reader)

Summary: you try to convince Zoro to dance to a slow song with you.

A/n: okay so i love dancing. And i love Zoro. So i thought: why not have Zoro dancing?! And then this idea came out 🤣 it's kinda short, just cause i wanted to write down this scenario ajskajakja i hope you like it though 🩷 this was slightly inspired by Selena Gomez's Body Heat. This song isn't as slow as the song i imagine them dancing to in the fic but the lyrics fit sooo well 🤭 also let's pretend there's a band playing at the Baratie lmaooo

Warnings: drinking, swearing, maybe ooc Zoro (i just had to get this man dancing yk ajskajksja)

"We're connected by the sun

And all of the stars above

You melt me and my body feels no shame

And I don't care tonight

If it burns too bright

'Cause, baby, that's why I came"

You were at the Baratie celebrating after very a successful mission!

Luffy and Usopp were inside eating as much as they could (like always lol) and you were outside watching the band play and the people dance.

Sitting with you and sharing drinks, there were your best friend Nami and your crush Roronoa Zoro.

Yep, you were crushing on the moss haired swordsman ever since you joined the straw hats.

You thought about confessing to him several times, but you were really afraid of being rejected and making things awkward at the Going Merry. No, you couldn't risk that, not when you loved your crew that much.

What you didn't know is that the pretty swordsman felt exactly the same, even though he tried to fight that feeling everytime you flashed your beautiful smile at him.

yeah two idiots secretly in love with each other oh well ajskajskaj

The three of you were just relaxing and drinking when the band started playing one of your favorite songs. It was a slow and romantic song that touched deep into your heart.

- oh my gosh, i love this song - you closed your eyes and started swaying to the beat. It felt wonderful.

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol making you brave or if you just couldn't stand hiding your feelings anymore, but you turned to face Zoro and you were so certain of what you were saying even he was a bit surprised.

- come on, dance with me - you said, very sure of your words.

- what? No. I don't do "dancing", (Y/N). - Zoro replied, crossing his arms and looking away, knowing very well that if he kept looking at your beautiful eyes he was going to give in at some point.

- please, it's just one song... i can lead you - you said almost pleading.

You approached him and put your small hand on his strong arm (yep, the alcohol definitely was making you brave). That's when he couldn't resist anymore and turned to look at you.

- please, Zoro... for me?

The way you said that and tilted your head slightly to the side made Zoro feel something deep inside of him he never had felt before. How could he say no to you?

He rolled his eyes:

- okay, okay... but just one song. Make it quick.

You were so happy you nearly jumped out of your seat.

- yay!! It'll be short, i promise. Let's go! - you said clapping and happily standing up.

He got up too and you grabbed his hand to lead him to the dance area. Yes, you just grabbed the Roronoa Zoro's hand and pulled him with you. Maybe it weren't the drinks, maybe you were just really determined to be with him ajskajskaj

When you got there, you started giving him the directions.

- okay, you have to put your hands here - you grabbed both his hands and placed them on your waist. The touch was so soft and intimate it made your whole skin tingle - and i go here - you placed your arms around his neck.

You could feel he was still a bit suspicious about the whole thing for how tense his muscles felt, but you decided you were going to make that a good time for both of you.

- hey, you're tense - you said softly - just... relax, okay? I know it may seem scary but dancing is supposed to be fun. You don't have to be a pro to enjoy it, just... feel it. It's just you and I having a good time together. No pressure at all.

Little did you know Zoro wasn't feeling nervous because of the dancing. Well, maybe a bit (he had never done that before ajskajskaj), but it wasn't the main reason.

He was nervous for being that close to you. God knows what he could do being so close to the girl he had been crushing on for so long.

You ran your hands through his shoulders and arms, trying to calm him down and feeling his strong muscles slowly relaxing under your touch.

- now you just focus on the beat and move along. When i move right, you move right. When i go back, you go forward. Just... feel it and enjoy - you said kindly and you started moving with the song.

You both moved smoothly through the dance floor and it felt amazing.

- see, it's not that hard. I'm sure you've faced bigger challenges than this one, pirate hunter - you emphasized these two words in a mocking way.

That made him chuckle and look down, feeling a bit shy.

Yes! You made him laugh 🤩 you loved knowing you were the one to create such cute sight.

On the other hand: fuck, you made him laugh 💀 everytime he smiled it made you weak on your knees and you couldn't even think straight.

That's when you closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest, while you both just moved along to the beat. It was such a blissful moment, dancing to a song you loved and sharing it with a person you loved too.

Being there with him, enjoying the beat, feeling safe in Zoro's arms... you felt like you could live in that moment forever.

When you lifted your head and looked into his eyes again, it was like the rest of the world disappeared. There was just the two of you, holding each other and sharing loving looks.

You were so close and you could feel his eyes staring at your lips. You took that as a sign.

You cupped his cheek and slowly went in for a kiss.

Was that really happening?! You wanted to pinch yourself to check if all of that wasn't actually another delulu dream of yours.

But it was real. You could feel it.

The kiss was soft and sweet, but also full of emotion.

When you parted you were blushing madly so you just hid your face on his chest again and went back to dancing. This time you could feel he laid his head on top of yours too and that made your heart so warm. And that's because you didn't know he was enjoying it so much he had his eyes closed too, or else you would have exploded.

You knew at some point later you and Zoro would have to discuss feelings and stuff, but at that moment all that mattered was enjoying now.

You stayed like that for another few seconds until the song ended and everyone started clapping at the band. You and Zoro parted and smiled at each other. crap there was that pretty smile again

- see, you nailed it! - you said playfully punching him - thank you for coming with me, it was so nice. And i kept my promise, short and quick - you chuckled.

- yeah... now i kinda wish it lasted longer though - he said trying to look away to hide the small blush that was on his cheeks. Now besides smiling!Zoro, you also had him blushing?! It was definitely a dream.

You hooked your arm in his and led him out the dance area.

When you were going back to your seats, you saw Nami staring at you with a smug face. Damn, was she watching the whole thing?! Prepare for teasing in 3, 2...

- what a show, huh? - Nami said smirking and raising her eyebrows.

- shut up, Nami - Zoro said nonchalantly as he sat down and crossed his arms again, with that "100% done" face of his to try to hide the faint blush that was still on his cheeks.

You just chuckled and sat down for another drink, still feeling the bliss of that amazing moment you had just lived.

And you know what, the night was just beginning. Who knows what else could happen 😉

"Let's go all night

Just you and me

If you're the flame, I'm kerosene"

#roronoa zoro x reader #one piece x reader #live action roronoa zoro #one piece live action #opla!zoro x reader

[pedge-stuff]

God I just thought about an idea for pedro and reader, reading your last post...

They are in a relationship and live together. The reader is also an actress. She asks pedro to practice her lines with her. In the play, she is having a really long line, breaking up with the person ans leaving them... pedro can't continue... at night in bed they are cuddling and pedro talks about how he hated the feeling or the thought of the reader ever leaving

(changed this slightly, hope that is OK...)

bad acting (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

(also I did that thing where I didn't save this on drafts fast enough and the whole fucking thing deleted so you could say im LIVID sorry if this rewrite felt rushed.)

summary: things get a little... too real.

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"You can't laugh."

"I'm not gonna laugh!"

Pedro hands you his iPad, script loaded on the screen. "I'm serious," you warn him, "you had to stop last time, the acting was so bad."

"Just read the sides, baby."

You know he isn't nervous about the audition— if he was, he sure as shit wouldn't be practicing with you. Those rehearsals are reserved for his coach, or someone who can actually talk him through the scene. This was just a formality, a quick read-through for some anthological TV show about people in failing marriages. Season 2 of Oscar's old Amazon thing. With the audition being on Zoom tomorrow, the whole process feels fairly relaxed.

"Should I read it in a lady voice? Will that set the scene?"

"Please don't."

"Scottish accent?"

"Babe."

"Hmm." You clear your throat loudly, for dramatic effect. Across the room, feet propped on the desk, Pedro rolls his eyes. He's got his cheaters on, but no script— the audition's supposed to be off-book. "From the first page?"

"You're stalling."

"Ugh. Ok. Here we go." Leaning forward, you scroll to the highlighted text on the iPad. "Stop, David. You don't know what you're talking about."

Pedro's posture straightens; ever the professional, it's like watching a switch flip. The humored lines beside his eyes, little crows feet that crinkle when he looks at you, disappear completely. His brow furrows, gaze darkens.

"Of course I do, dammit. I'm done with this, all of this. It's like living in a mausoleum, Emma. I'd rather. Do you remember what love even feels like? Because I look at you, and I just... don't, anymore."

"You don't mean that."

"I do! I'm so tired of this. Life with you is joyless. Every day, I come home from work and just sit in the goddamn driveway because I don't want to come in the house. It's hard to be in the same room as you. I can't bring her back, Emma, and I miss her and I'm sorry she's dead. But it isn't my fucking fault and I wish you'd stop pretending it was."

His voice cracks, just a little. You frown as he grabs the glass of water beside him, pausing to wait, but he motions for you to continue.

"That's cruel," you read, "and you know it. That's not fair."

"None of this is fair!" Pedro exclaims. "That's the whole point. It's not fair that our daughter is dead while the girl who was driving got to walk away clean. Life isn't fucking fair. But it's life. And you've sucked all the light out of mine. I can't stand you, anymore, I'm sorry. I just can't. It's not that we can't make it work, it's that I don't want to make it work. If I never see you again, it'll be too soon. Jesus christ, I hate every part of this."

"Are you done? Have you gotten it all off your chest?"

"Don't placate me! This isn't one of your stupid therapy sessions, Emma, you can't fix this with a breathing worksheet and a roleplaying exercise. Be fucking serious. Every day I wake up and I wish I'd never met you. At least then, she wouldn't be dead, because she'd never have existed. And maybe I'd known some goddamn peace."

The page ends there, and you glance up. Pedro has his head in his hands, eyes closed.

"That was good," you offer tentatively, searching for some kind of sign as to what his next move is. He's gracious about work stuff, but you're always a little afraid of mucking up his process.

When he looks up, his eyes are glossy. "Yeah," Pedro says, croakily, clearing his throat quietly before rising from the chair. He takes the iPad back, wordlessly, shuttering the case over the screen.

"Wanna do it again? You were spot-on, Pedge, but we can go over it again if you want to."

"No," he says quickly. "No, I'm good. I'm fine. It's on Zoom, it'll be easy. I'm fine."

Weird. Just a little. Before you can dwell on his sudden cageyness, he's up, headed for the door.

"I'm gonna walk the dogs. We can catch up on Bake-Off, when I get back?"

Pedro leaves before you can answer.

— — — 

No sooner have the leashes been hung back by the door, than Pedro is beside you on the couch, all hands and light touches. It's as if he can't bear to lost contact. You allow him to reposition you, reaching a hand around your waist as you reach for the remote.

"Good walk?"

He hums, tugging you against him. Settles, finally, once you're half-reclined, back against his chest, arm around your middle. You fiddle with the edge of his sleeve as the bakers fumble their way through the signature challenge.

It's not that the clinginess bothers you— he's like this sometimes, when he's just returned home, or you've arrived in LA, or met somewhere in the middle. Every separation leaves him want for touch. It's the one thing you can't give him, while you're apart.

But he's been home a couple weeks now, in between reshoots for a new project. Been home all day, in fact, in an orbit around you while you attempted to work from home. (A little too close, frankly, but you can't really complain.)

"You okay?" You whisper, as the timer runs down on the technical bake.

No answer. Just a tightened grip on your waist, and a firm kiss to the top of your head.

— — — 

It isn't until later, in bed and half-asleep, that you pinpoint the source of the tension.

You'd have thought he was already asleep, save for the soft carding of his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Deep, even breaths tickle your forehead; he's curled around you, arm draped over your back. Had positioned himself this way silently, looking a little silly brooding in his Muppet-patterned pj pants.

"We're never reading lines again," Pedro whispers into the darkness.

"Was the acting that bad?"

Your attempt for levity falls flat. He is quiet, long enough for you roll backwards slightly, to get a better look at his face. A deep-set frown has taken root.

"No, it..." He tugs you closer again, tucking your head beneath his chin. If he weren't so sad, you'd call uncle for claustrophobia; your nose is squished into his jugular. But you lay still, waiting for him to continue.

"It felt too real," Pedro concedes. He inhales sharply, and you can feel it against your own chest.

The kiss you press to the hollow of his throat, doesn't feel good enough. You wiggle, tilting your head to press one against his toothpaste-tasting lips. Whiskers tickle the corner of your mouth.

"Baby, I know you were... pretending." A thin line between placating him and treading on his professionalism. "If our pretend daughter died in a car crash, I know you wouldn't divorce me for being too sad."

"It's not funny." With a groan, he kisses you again, resting his forehead against yours. "I hated saying that stuff to you. Felt too real."

The bone-crushing spooning is making a little more sense, now.

"I love you, but you're a sap."

"Hmph."

You smile into the next kiss. "A very sweet sap, though."

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction #the last of us #din djarin #joel miller #joel miller x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x male reader #joel miller x male reader #the mandolorian

[elsaellaelys]

Could you write something about the reader isnt feeling good so jj stays with her and they have a cute fluffy lazy day! Feel free to add whatever you think would fit! (Ps I love your writings🤍)

Lazy Sunday

summary: A headache forces Y/N to stay in bed and her best friend (and her secret passion), JJ, is there to help.

911 words

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

a/n: Oh my God, I was just thinking about a lazy Sunday with JJ! Thank you for the request, hope you like it! 😘

Ps.: It was supposed to be published this Sunday morning, but I procrastinated.

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This isn't how Y/N imagined this Sunday to begin.

Of course Sundays are alwayd the that the pogues do nothing but hang out on the boat or just lay on the hammocks in the front of the Chateau. But yesterday was tough, full day shift at work and the Sunday she thought would be her salvation started as a nightmare.

The feeling of a heavyweight in her eyes was the first to hit, up and through her head now. She got up with eyes still closed, searching for the door of the room she know so well, JJ always let her sleep on the bed, even tought he claimed the room his, she always get to be comfortable and have everything she needs or wants, as the good best friend she loves, way much than she should. With the brain pulsing against her skull was very difficult to remember the backpack she left on the floor, hooking to her feet bringing her down right on the top of the blonde boy sleeping on the floor.

"Ow! Y/N! What the heck?" JJ yelled, Y/N answered with a long groan.

"Don't yell. My head is pulsating." she cried, opening her eyes a little, he was staring at her with furrowed eyebrows and worried blue deep eyes, his messy hair all over his forehead. "You want me to do something?" he softly asked, grabing her arms to help her sit, touching her face to look for any fever and putting her hair away from the sweat in her face. Her heart melt a little and she leaned in his touch, it made he want to take her pain away by putting her lips on his.

"No, I'll just go wash my face and drink some water, take some fresh air, maybe it'll help." He nodded, getting up to help her again.

"I'm okay, J."

"But you're hurting, I wanna help."

"Than get me a cold wash cloth."

It was done the minute she said, he gave her some cold water and insisted she should laid on the couch, she did, avoiding Pope on the other couch, JJ was right beside where she sitted, pressing circles on her temple. It was hardly 9 a.m. and Y/N felt herself slowly drifting to sleep, on JJ's shoulder. Him, although, couldn't find the strenght to sleep with the girl he is head over heels for looking so comfortable against him. He held her tight, carefully to not wake or hurt her.

Kiara arrived with sandwiches for the breakfast a little time after, JJ quickly shushed her, rolling his eyes at the look she gave him, she woke up Pope and went to wake John B. so JJ had to wake Y/N, upset for not being able to hold her forever. She snuggled more into his side, arms rounding him like he was a pillows, JJ felt his heart burn in his chest.

"You feel better? Wanna eat?" he asked, she nodded but didn't moved, his fingers nevet stopping running through her hair.

"You two stop with this sweet shit, I'll get diabetes. We're going out on HMS Pogue." John B. complained, mouth already full of bread and cheese.

"I'm a bit sick, so leave me alone." Y/N stuck out her toungue to the friend and turned to JJ, chin resting in his chest, his smell was so noticeable she felt like breathing in forever. "You'll stay with me? I wanna watch cartoons."

He laughed lightly. "Yeah, sure, honey." The nickname escaped, just like it always do, and they pretended it didn't happened, just like they always do, but their hearts twirled, just like it always do.

The pogues were out, JJ made sure to make everything extra perfect, as much comfortable as it could be, pillows, drinks and snacks, but he couldn't help but go a little nervously crazy cause it looked like a movie date, and she was right there, eyes so attentive to the TV screen, laughing at the Madagascar movie, it felt like a slap in his face, how could he be so coward, she was real, kind and sincere with him.

So perfect.

"Y/N." he called.

"Yeah?" she turned her face to him, they were sitting on the sofa, her legs over his lap.

"You okay?"

"Yes, the pain it's over. Actually is so good when the pain goes away after a good nap..."

"Can I..." He stopped her, but stopped himself too.

"Yeah"

"Nothing. I was just thinking that you're so pretty."

"Really? Thank you, J."

"Yeah, you are. In fact, you're the most beautiful girl I know, I really like you, like more than a friend and I was holping you felt the same so maybe I could kiss you."

It all came out like in one breath. Y/N couldn't smile more wide, but she didn't had words, just met his lips with hers, kissing him with happiness. He kissed her back, softly, just like the clouds he felt he was walking on.

"I do feel the same." she pulled back. "So that's your time to kiss me." he quickly chased to kiss her, holding her tight for the rest of the day, the TV long forgotten, just kisses, cuddling and talking, then eating yesterday pizza leftovers, sleeping the whole afternoon in his bed, tangling and disappearing into each other.

There's was no way Y/N would leave JJ and the bed that Sunday.

#jj maybank #obx fanfiction #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank x you

[yanderes-galore]

Could I request rise Donnie with the prompts, 17 and 26?

Just some casual (not forced at all) bonding with Donatello :) My prompts were used. Aged up as usual.

Yandere! ROTTMNT Donatello Prompts 17 + 26

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

"You look so cute in those clothes! I think I picked well...."

"Look! We're bonding, just the two of us!"

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Forced companionship, Isolation, Forced dress up, Handcuffs.

Donatello wanted to try a new attempt at hanging out. You usually do things like video games to pass the time. Donatello wanted to do something a little... different.

"Cosplay! Different than usual, I know... but April convinced me it would bring us closer!"

You guessed he never admitted kidnapping you to April?

You refused to go against his wishes and instead tolerated Donatello's new attempt at gaining your attention. He splayed outfits that he and April picked out in front of you and examined them closely. You were more interested in the cuff around your leg than the suits and dresses....

"Alright... how about this one?"

You allowed him to force you into outfit after outfit. He cooes at you each time as if you're some sort of doll. You let him as you don't have much of a choice in the matter.

"You look so cute in those clothes! I think I picked well...."

Donatello mumbles to himself before picking an outfit for himself to wear. You recall him dressing up with his brothers before. You just had no idea he was this into it.

Despite what he may think, cosplay was not going to fix his mistakes. No matter how much he tried to pry you from your shell of a mind, he was not going to make you like him again. Those days were over.

They were dead once he put that cuff on you like a prisoner.

You saw how happy you made Donatello. You just wished he didn't lose it. Despite his intelligence, he isn't okay up there in the mental stability area.

Donatello had freaked out when you tried to go home one night due to having a vacation coming up and locked you in the lair...

You still aren't sure why he did it.

"Look! We're bonding, just the two of us!"

His smile is bright and his eyes are gleaming. You make him ecstatic even if it's his delusional thoughts taking hold. To him... you aren't cuffed and a prisoner to his whims.

You're just hanging out with him like always!

Even when you jingle the cuff against the floor, he pretends not to hear. He's too busy picking out an outfit to match you while you, most likely, play video games and eat pizza. You sigh....

This is your life now, isn't it?

"Once we have a good outfit... we'll spend some time with the others! Just for a little bit on the surface until we're tired. It'll be just like how it was before!"

He pauses for a moment, glaring at the wall.

"Y'know... before you said you were leaving town for a few months without me-"

"... I need my space, Don-"

He stops glaring at the wall to give you a forced smile.

"Why do you insist on defending yourself? It's clear what you planned to do! What if I never saw you again...."

"You know I'd never..."

"Maybe not..."

He sighs, sitting beside you on the floor.

"But you never know."

He tsks, looking at the two outfits you were wearing before uncuffing your leg in favor of cuffing his and your wrist together.

"It's better safe than sorry, really. Plus... now we can hang out all the time! Without having to use my tech to watch you...."

He whispers the last bit before hoisting you up with him.

"Well! Looks like we're ready for the day. Let's go!"

The mutant clings to your arm and drags you with him. The scene would've looked normal if not for your scared expression...

Along with the cuffs between you two...

A poor imitation of faux fate linking you two together.

#yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rottmnt donatello #yandere rottmnt #yandere donatello

[willowser]

Oh angsty love island yes pls! My personal imaginings involve bkg doing something dumb (maybe he couldn’t give you some emotional reassurance when you were feeling vulnerable and really needed it idk) and you’re genuinely upset with him. Imagining this bc I like thinking about the friendships that develop on this show!! Mina, jirou, ochako etc are quick to comfort you as genuine friends would. I love thinking that the relationships we develop with the girls are just as solid ❤️

yes !! 🥺 omg the friendships that grow on this show are so cute !! and i like to think — bakugou's biggest "red flag", i think, on a show like this, would be his hesitancy to open up ?? because i think if you genuinely didn't know him (and you wouldn't, right, at this point), it could easily be misconstrued for something scary ! and i would think your gal pals would want to help you keep from getting tunnel vision, would want to be a voice of reason for you 🥺

but the angst !! i will post it in response to this ask he he

i think the tension reaches its peak when kirishima comes in and pulls you for a date.

bakugou's pissed. livid. can't even believe this is happening to him—well, he can, because you're incredible and kind and funny and gorgeous, but everyone has been pretty respectful of his couple thus far, and now some new dickhead is coming in to ruin it.

of course it comes at an odd time in your developing relationship, when bakugou is struggling to open up completely to you, and in turn you're struggling to understand what that means for your potential future. he knows that you're wanting more from him and he's trying, he is, in all the small ways that he can. the tiny ways he hopes you notice.

it's nothing outright or too forward, nothing explicitly defined — and so when you sit down with kirishima for your rooftop date and the first thing out of his mouth is how gorgeous you look — you're not going to pretend it isn't nice.

and he spends the whole dinner like that: complimenting your smile and even your laugh, blushing openly if you look at him too closely, saying he's been watching every episode and that you were his favorite from the start. it's a lot, someone who is so open with their feelings, and he's big and huge and handsome — but at the end of it all, he's not bakugou.

the honesty and openness is attractive, has you aching just a tiny bit from the space bakugou won't close with you, but you tell kirishima that you're happy with him and that it would take a lot, genuinely, in order for you to be swayed completely. but the point of the show is to meet people, get to know them, and while you warn him that you're not interested in leaving your couple — if kirishima calls you to chat, you won't say no.

bakugou's sick at the sight of you smiling, coming back with a big meathead following behind you with an even bigger grin. the only thing that he can find relief in is that you're not holding hands, but he watches you, forlorn, as all the girls squander you away to the couches. as you laugh and smile at their teasing.

"it was great!" kirishima says to the guys, after a round of introductions. "we had a really nice time, she's gorgeous. can't wait to get to know her better. no hard feelings, man." he flashes his shiny teeth at bakugou, unaffected by the icy, lifeless glare he's at the end of.

if he gets into a fist fight, it'll get him kicked off the show; that's what bakugou has to keep in mind as kirishima lists off his ideal partner — which is you, in all but the name. and he's got his arms crossed and his leg won't stop jiggling and his teeth are about to shatter when he feels a hand softly toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

he sees it's you and wastes no time; bakugou just grabs your hand and steers you away from everyone, back to the lounge chairs so you can talk quietly, and the fear in his eyes is so noticeable that you can't help but to pout at him, give him a kiss to try and make him feel better.

it placates him a little, but he's still all serious, watching you carefully as he murmurs, "so, how'd it go?"

"uh," you nod and look away, like you're thinking even though he knows you've just been recounting it to the girls. "it went good! he's very nice, very friendly, and i'm sure he'll find someone to couple up with in no time!"

and it should make him feel better, it should, but he can feel his hands starting to sweat in yours, his stomach starting to turn. you're all adults, and he shouldn't be bothered by you being honest — that this shitty-haired bastard is some nice guy — but his ugly insecurities want you to be more convincing.

"well," bakugou frowns, shakes his head before glancing back over his shoulder. "he's over there fuckin' sayin' he can't wait to get to know you, and shit." and — you don't really say anything to that, just stare at him, because you don't know what to say, and your silence only coils his nerves further. "y'told him—y'know, about me and you, didn't you?"

"well, yeah," you smile at him, gently, in an attempt to lighten his cloudy mood, but his eyes only darken. "of course i did."

"so why's he over there thinkin' you two are about to couple up or somethin'?"

you frown and glance over at kirishima — who further pisses off bakugou, because he's just watching. "did he say that? because i certainly didn't make it out to seem like i was—"

"i mean, look at 'im," bakugou snorts, openly pointing at him across the yard. "fuckin' cat that got the cream. what's he so smug about?"

and — you've never seen him like this. so angry, jealous to a point that it's a complete turn off. all your worries flare up, and all you can think about is how difficult it can be to talk to him regularly, much less now, when he's mad; is this how fights will go, in the future?

"i don't know, katsuki, i mean," you shrug as he frowns at you, his eyes narrowing. "we're here to meet people, so i told him that i would talk to him if he wanted, but i didn't make it—"

"oh, so that's why," he drops your hands as his eyes turn hard, like you've betrayed him in some way. guilt stings, sharp, as your eyes start to water. you're not blind to the fact that everyone is watching now, as his voice raises and he interrupts you every time you open your mouth. "because you're tellin' him—"

"can you let me speak, please?" your face twists and then bakugou's does, when he sees it, and instead of listening, he only runs a hand through his hair and shoves off the lounge chair.

he knows he's being a total dick, especially as denki and mina and ochako all dart past him on their way to you, but his fear has turned into something hideous he can't control, and if doesn't cool off, he'll say something he'll really come to regret.

kirishima comes to check on you, too, when your makeup starts to run, and it only makes bakugou feel even worse. you take your time getting ready for bed, are in the room with the girls for a long time as you change and brush your teeth. denki tries to talk to him once, but it only results in bakugou storming out of the house, slamming the back door behind him as he sits in front of the pool, alone. like always.

back turned to the remnants of something he's single-handedly ruined. like always.

#after this all the girls are like —...you sure about him tho ?? 👀 #lol bakugou is. not painting himself in a good light #but it's hard you know !! when you think about dating someone you're not expecting them to be open about talking to another person #but !! that's what the show is all about !! #it's hard all around 🥺 #bc you're NOT doing anything wrong !! #but that doesn't mean it doesn't make him nervous 🥺 #and we're not gonna pretend like kirishima isn't SOOOO charming alfjlajfa #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: love island bakugou

[velvetcloxds]

if you're too shy- send me a character and a scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

sam wilson + fake dating bc reader's parents really just won't leave her alone or the reader really needs a plus one at her cousin's wedding and also bc the reader doesn't want to be teased about how she "can't get some"

WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR | S.W.

word count: 0.6k

warnings: two oblivious idiots, pretend sam isn't outside in the gif lol

"I'm sure they didn't mean it like that," you're pacing, missing the sympathetic smile on your best friend's lips as he watches you from your couch, cold beer in hand as he waits for a reply, knowing you're not even truly listening to him.

"Like why would they assume that I'm coming alone? Is it really that unbelievable that I could find a plus one?" you paused, eyeing Sam for his reaction, pouting at him, silently begging him to set your mind at ease. "I could, couldn't I?" his eyes were soft as he nodded at you, beer abandoned on the coffee table, hand gently taking hold of your wrist to pull you towards him.

"Of course, you could, baby," he was convincing, the friendly nickname aiding in his plea as he guided you to sit down on the table in front of him, thumb brushing over your pulse point in an attempt to keep you settled long enough to actually hear what he's saying. "Look at me," he insisted with a little scoff, waiting ever patiently for you to stop being stubborn and meet his gaze and it took a second, a minute, but you finally looked up from your knees, pout very present still as you did. "Don't let this get to you so much, you could get any guy you want if you tried."

"Oh, I'm sure."

"Well, I am," he wasn't pleased with your objection, finding it very much offensive that you'd question his word when he considered himself a very honest and straightforward man, very rarely wrong but he'd never tell you that. "You want me to go with you? Haven't been to a wedding in forever, plus the world should get the chance to appreciate my dancing."

"I don't want a pitty date, Sammy," you sighed, carelessly taking his hand into your lap, fiddling with his fingers, tracing the lines on his palm, something you would've questioned in its casualty if you weren't so comfortable with him. "I want someone to want to go on a date with me because they like me, maybe cause they find me pretty."

"I like you," he argued with a scoff. "And I think you're way past pretty," he added and you were the one to scoff, narrowing your eyes at him, demanding some contradiction to his statement and receiving none as he shrugged. "Come on, you know I like seeing you all dolled up and looking fine, it'll do my ego good being seen with a stunner like you," his tone was teasing yet the way his eyes roamed your features made it clear that he was sincere. After all, you were his girl in every way but the way he wanted, his best friend, his human, the only person he'd be caught being so soft with, and even though he always thought there was more there, he wasn't going to force it, not until you showed any sign of wanting the same.

"You know my mom already thinks we're secretly hooking up," you mentioned and he shrugged again, smiling as you looked down shyly, heat rising up your neck at how casual he was being about this. "The rest of them would eat their hearts out at the sight of someone as good-looking as you walking in with me," you were starting to cave, seeing the pros to this little ruse and selfishly, you always enjoyed the way Sam pulled you just a little too close while dancing with you.

"So, you going to let me take you then? I'll buy you a corsage and everything," he offered and you laughed, not fighting against the grip that pulled you onto his lap, booping your nose as you giggled.

"That's for prom, Sammy, not for a wedding," you smiled, content as his arms wrapped around you in a platonic embrace, a comfortable position as you reached over to bring his beer back to him. "Will you go dress shopping with me too?" you quipped, watching with curious eyes as he took a slow sip, following his adam's apple as he swallowed, cursing the way it made your stomach flutter.

"Course, I will, you could give me a little fashion show while you fit them."

"Then yes, you can definitely be my date."

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[sweetiesicheng]

xiaojun - at home date

word count : 546

happy birthday to xiaojun !!

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"this is what we're doing today?" you questioned as you stared inti the living room. xiaojun had set up blankets and pillows everywhere in order to make an "at home date" for today’s weekly date.

"isn't it cute?" xiaojun asked and approached you after dropping a pillow onto the floor.

"it is," you replied and kissed his cheek.

"we can watch a movie, maybe do a lil' something later," he said with a very teasing smile.

"dejun!" you laughed at him and lightly punched his shoulder. "did you order food yet?" you asked him.

"sure did. it'll be here in an hour. the restaurant is pretty busy tonight," he mentioned. both of you sat down on the couch and xiaojun wrapped you up in a blanket.

"we could've made a blanket fort with everything here," you said to him as he started to look for something to watch.

"we can make one later. pretend we're little kids again," xiaojun replied and clicked on a show that you two had been wanting to watch.

"you're still a little kid," you said to him while you two started watching the show together.

while watching the show, your actions and positions changed overtime. it started with you two sitting next to each other. then, you moved so your legs were over xiaojun's lap. he started playing on his phone a bit while keeping up with the show. eventually, you got too hot and threw the blanket onto the recliner a few feet away.

at one point, xiaojun hugged you tight and both of you laid down with him resting his head on your stomach. but just as you were getting comfortable, someone knocked on your front door. the two of you looked at each other before xiaojun reluctantly let go of you to get up.

you sat up while he walked to the front door and opened it in order to receive dinner.

"thanks," you heard him say to the delivery person. the door closed and was locked before he came back into the living room. "ready to eat?" he asked.

your eyes were glued to the tv, watching a plot twist happen. "no way!" you yelled as xiaojun sat down on the couch again.

"someone's invested."

"oh my god, i think he's gonna get killed," you spoke and then the episode ended.

"you gonna eat dinner?"

"i hope the girl saves him. she has to save him," you said as the next episode started.

"looks like i need to feed you."

you felt something warm at your lips and noticed xiaojun trying to feed you dinner.

"oh, was i in my own world?" you asked.

"just a bit," he chuckled. "you get so invested in our shows," he commented while handing you the spoon he was holding.

"how can i not? it's just too addicting to watch," you replied and started eating with him. "oh, this is good. where did you order this from?" you asked him.

"from that place next to the bookstore," xiaojun replied. "me and the guys tried it once," he mentioned and pulled the coffee table closer to you guys. "oh shit, he's dead," he said, noticing the tv screen.

"and i'm the only invested one?" you questioned him.

"shh, let me watch this."

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[stacywaters]

Just Pretend (BEOMGYU) CH2 - Ivory Petals

"Can I go to prom this Friday?"

My mom drops her bag by the door, "Prom? Do you have a date?"

"Well, yes!" I say, "I do. Can I go?"

"But... aren't prom dresses mostly sold out now?" She asks.

Shoot. I forgot about that part.

"I'm sure it'll be fine"

-----

"Well, you still have that dress from your 6th grade recital"

I sigh, "this is a disaster."

"Let me check my closet and see if I have anything," My mom says as she leaves the room. We just got back from the mall, empty-handed. It turns out you're supposed to buy your prom dress a few months in advance, not a few days before. Who knew?

"Y/N! Y/N!" My mom calls as she rushes back into the room, "You'll never believe what I just found!"

"What?!"

She shows me a stunning red dress, sequins sparkling, even in the dim light of our living room.

"Where did you find that?" I shriek.

"I found it in the back of my closet from an old friend's wedding. It's your size too! Isn't this a miracle?"

I smile.

"Thanks, mom"

----- 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The rain falls around me as I wait in the driveway. I protect myself with an umbrella as I hope to see a pair of headlights pulling onto our street.

"I'm sure he'll be here soon" My mom reassures.

"I hope so," I sigh. Soon enough, a black car turns onto the street and stops in front of our house. Beomgyu jumps out of the driver's seat and runs up to us.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" he gasps, "there was a lot of traffic getting here"

"It's fine" I laugh.

"So this is your date" My mom muses, "it's lovely to meet you..."

"Beomgyu" He answers, water dripping down his bangs and onto his face.

"Beomgyu," she repeats, "well, you two better get going if you want to make it in time!"

He lifts his sleeve to check his watch, "You're right! We're already late"

"Bye mom" I whisper as we hurry to his car.

He opens the door for me, smiling, and I slide into the passenger seat as he closes the door behind me. He then gets back into the driver's seat and starts up the car.

It's a quiet drive to the venue. I try and think of something to say or some way to thank him for agreeing to go with me. Maybe it would've been better to just confess to him... that way, wether he agreed to go or not, I wouldn't feel indebted to him.

"Thank you for doing this, by the way" I mutter.

"Of course!" He grinned, "to be honest, I'm kinda looking forward to going"

I laugh, "me too"

Soon enough, we've arrived at the location. We can see people filing into the venue through a small set of double doors.

"Wait!" He exclaimed, "I forgot something!"

He quickly parks the car and turns to the back seats, searching through various papers and receipts for something.

"Found it!" He displays a small, clear box. Inside is a delicate arrangement of ivory flowers, so bright that they seem to glow.

"Wow, it's beautiful" I admire.

"I wasn't sure what color your dress was going to be, but I figured white would probably match it, right?"

"Absolutely," I continue, still in a trance from the dream-like petals, "Beomgyu, I-"

"Here," He gently takes it from the box and adjusts it around my wrist. His warm hands graze mine as he traces my skin. He looks back at me, "perfect"

The corsage was pretty, yes, but it paled in comparison to his eyes. They had this depth to them, warm and sweet that seemed to spark a million emotions in my chest. He looked at me like he could see right through all my disguises. A cinnamon-tinted gaze that felt like coming home. 

"We should go inside, huh?" He murmured.

"Probably"

The car door pops open as he walks over to my side, opening the door for me once again.

I laugh, "Y'know, you don't have to pretend when no one else's around"

"I'm not pretending," he drawled, "it never hurts to be a gentleman"

I giggle. We walk towards the venue, only centimeters between us. As we inch closer to the doors, we're welcomed by someone I only vaguely recognize.

"Beomgyuuu~" He calls, "I thought you said you weren't coming?"

"Yeonjun!" Beomgyu greets, "I wasn't planning on it, but then Y/N asked me, so I agreed"

"OoOoh," Yeonjun teases, "Good for you, man. I'm glad you could make it"

"Oh, I should introduce you two. Yeonjun, this is Y/N, my date. Y/N, this is my friend Yeonjun"

My face heats up as he calls me his date, even though I know it's just pretend.

"It's nice to meet you," I call.

"You too. I have to say though, you're too pretty to be with someone like Beomgyu. Wanna be my date instead?" He flirts. If I wasn't blushing before, I definitely was now. "I'm kidding, just a joke. So, you two got your tickets, right?"

We both pause in unison, hit with the same haunting realization. We turn to each other.

"By any chance, did you..." He asks. I shake my head no.

"Damn, I'm sorry" Yeonjun laments.

My first time going to a school dance and I forget to buy the tickets. Just great. Beomgyu's going to think I'm such a fool and never talk to me again.

"What should we do?" I ponder.

As we reach the front of the line, Yeonjun apologizes, "I'm sorry guys, it's my turn so I really should go. I hope you figure something out though!"

We thank him and choose to exit the line, walking back into the parking lot. The rain decided to take a pause, so we sit on the curb in silence. 

"This is all my fault, I'm sorry. I ask you to go with me and fake this whole thing only to not plan enough to buy the tickets"

"Hey, it's okay," he comforts, "It was an accident. I didn't think of it either."

"Yeah," I mumble as I rest my head in my hands. 

"Besides, you were just doing this so your mom stopped bothering you about it, right?" I nod. He continues, "So, if we just kill time for a few hours, she'll have no idea that we didn't actually go to prom"

I chuckle, "yeah, but... I don't wanna waste your time on something like lying to my mom"

"I already agreed to go with you, didn't I?" He jumps up and walks over to the car, "let's go somewhere. It'll be fun"

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[t-h-i-n-g]

prompt 49 with Nancy please?

a/n: idk where the hell I pulled this from but I did. Ty for requesting also sorry for any grammar mistakes. My heads a little foggy rn.

word count: 1.1k

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49.“ you know that’s not the case. [she/he/they] adores you. “

You didn't understand the tension surrounding you. Or why you felt so awkward under Nancy's gaze. Her eyes were so soft but her gaze was still somehow piercing.

"I-I um," you tried to break the silence. Patting your legs anxiously and rocking back on your heels. "I think I'm gonna go," you stated, pointing over your shoulder. Nancy's eyes widened lightly. "I gotta pick up Lucas to bring him over to yours later. His parents don't want him riding bike in the winter and they asked me to take him, so I'll see you then I guess." With a tight lipped smile you shuffled away. Nancy rushed to say a good bye.

"O-okay, you're welcome to stay for dinner if you want, when you come by," she offered. You hesitated for a second before nodding.

"Sure, that sounds great." With a wave you then disappeared behind the corner.

As you did so Nancy let out a breath she didn't notice she was holding.

"That was so hard to watch," Barb stated walking up to Nancy; who groaned and leaned her head back onto a locker.

"I don't know what it is, but she's always so uptight around me. She's fine with Steve and other people, but it's only me she's so unresponsive to."

"She's not uptight around Steve because they're best friends, Nance," Barb remarked.

"Well, yeah I know that. But like I said it's just me she's weird with and it sucks. I hate that I like the one person who despises me," Nancy grumbled, kicking herself off the wall and walking down the hall. Barb followed

"You know that’s not the case. She adores you," Barb insisted. "If she hated you she wouldn't be willing to talk to you at all. In the first place Have you seen how she acts around Sarah Foust? And also did you ever think that maybe she's all uptight because she likes you back? That's a high possibility in my book." Nancy bit her lip pondering Barb's point. But how the hell was she supposed to know? You were as easy to read as a closed book

–

"What the hell am I supposed to do, Steve?"

"Stay for dinner. Simple as that." You scoffed.

"And make a fool out of myself? Yeah no thanks." You took hold of your backpacks straps and held them in a firm grip. Steve and you approached your car.

"I think you're making a big deal out of this," Steve claimed. You ignored his comment.

"I think I'll pretend to be sick. No, no that's too predictable. I'll say my bird died."

"You don't have a bird."

"Psh, like that matters. It just means it'll be more believable for the fact she's never met them and never will." You shrugged, placing a hand on your cars door handle. Steve did the same to his, opening it. He let out a sigh.

"Y/n, just go. You're gonna regret it if you don't," Steve replied. You pursed your lips.

"We'll see," you muttered getting into your vehicle. As you exited the parking lot you sent a wave in Steve's direction. And he did the same to you. Thinking to himself how you totally were gone chicken out.

–

"You're not in any place to give me relationship advice."

"My parents are still married and they actually love each other. I'd say I'm certified," Lucas informed.

"Alright, no need to be a show off about it," you mumbled.

"You just need to be cool, Y/n. Even Mike can see you freeze like a statue when she's around."

"When have you seen me and Nancy together?"

"It's like every day after school the two of you are standing on the sidewalk talking. You probably aren't even doing any of the chatting. You reek of awkwardness from even inside the bus," Lucas remarked, rolled his eyes.

"I'm cool. I'm so cool around her, you don't even know. I'm literally the coolest." His face scrunched up, cringing.

"Please don't say that ever again." You winced yourself at your poor word choice. "This isn't the point. Just ask her out on a date, Y/n. She'll say yes. Why else would she invite you over if she didn't feel something for you?"

"Friends invite each other over for dinner all the time."

"Oh yeah sure Nancy's gonna invite you over 'as a friend' even though she's always making heart eyes at you."

"They are not heart eyes."

"Then what are they?" You stuttered out a response.

"I-its a look you give someone when you care about them."

"Or one that you make that says 'make out with me now please.'"

"Lucas!" you scolded.

"You just need to stop being a pussy and see it for yourself "

"Did you just call me a pussy?" You barked out a laugh.

"Yeah, I did and what about it? You're acting like one," he stated. "Just give her some confirmation that you like her back at least. It's honestly sad watching her have this sad puppy dog look all the time."

Your brows furrowed in thought. Fishing through your thoughts as to how you should play your cards. But as you pulled into the Wheeler's driveway your time grew limited with options.

–

"Stop that foot thing."

"You stop your foot thing."

"I don't have a foot thing."

"Well then get on- Mrs. Wheeler! Hi, I'm here to drop Lucas off as well as Nancy invited me over for dinner. If that's alright with you that is if not-"

"No, no, Y/n, honey, of course you can stay. With everything you do for the kids it's the least I can do. Also hi Lucas," she greeted, opening the door wider to let you both in.

"Thank you so mu-" your words got caught in your throat as the sight of Nancy came into view. Karen walked past you.

"You didn't tell me you invited Y/n." Nancy smiled shyly.

"Sorry I was trying to finish up some homework before she got here," she explained.

"It's fine, Nance. Y/n, supper will be done in an hour or so so you girls do whatever you want till then." With that she left the room. Heading to the kitchen.

The all too familiar tension wafted through the air. Nancy opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Lucas kicked your leg from behind you. You peered over your shoulder and glared at him.

'Do something,' he mouthed before going off into the basement.

"Thanks for coming, Y/n. It means a lot." Nancy's voiced pierced through your ears. You looked back at her, meeting her eyes.

Maybe Lucas was right…

Maybe they were heart eyes.

You didn't know where the wave of confidence came from but you were grateful to every admin in your body for it.

"Do you maybe want to go for a drive before the food is done?" You questioned. Instantly Nancy's eyes lit up. A smile breaking out on her features.

"Yeah, that sounds great." Your expression mirrored hers and you tugged her hand to lead her out the door.

–

One confession and a half hour later you found yourselves in the back seat of your car. Nancy Wheeler in your lap. Her lips connected to yours

Boy oh boy was Lucas right.

She did indeed want to make out with you.

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[ever-fics]

Rock you like a Hurricane Part 2 - Cheer

Rock you like a hurricane part 2: time periods flip between (1980-1985) (and the year of the previous chapter.)

For Y/N the year 1980 was ... late elementary early middle school.

Y/n remembers it well... It was the last time y/n ever felt ... safe truly safe, last time Y/n could actually trust anyone, last day of calm before the storm.

"I just think you look like her a little..."

"Like my doll?"

"Yeah."

"Aren't I the younger one shouldn't I be asking you to dress up as something."

"That doesn't always have to be how it works... Just dress up as the doll I look like the other doll the friend one but you."

"Only for you but I get to choose both our costumes next year."

________

There never was a next year...

There was barely a next week...

________

"Where is it Suzie?"

"You probably left it in the car again by accident."

"Your older you ... have your own toys why cant I have one thing thats mine? People call me Suzie's Sister .... Like I don't have a name of my own we have the same last name, the same room I ask for this one thing to be mine."

"Well maybe you should keep a better eye on things be more responsible... Thats what Mom says anyway."

"I was responsible I ... You took it stop lying! I ask to have only one thing of my own!"

"Yeah well we are sisters we share."

"Yeah Well I wish I was an only child.... That you didn't always lecture me on how I can be better to measure up to you! I wish I had a sister that didn't steal my toys! Have fun at your meaningless party. I hope betraying me and stealing the doll you asked me to dress up as makes you happy." *The conversation replays in Y/Ns memory.*

__________________________

The story's Present

Michael for his own part doesn't usually do this but it isn't hard to find the university housing Y/N is living in. It didn't take long to find her dorm by asking around. 6th on the left Peabody Building.

Michael is hesitant to knock knowing exactly how Y/N would react.

"Okay... uh Hi... look if your with the frat house that egged my car....save it. Also If this is about me reviewing a thesis or a project for you ...  Its my day off so It'll cost extra."

"Y/ N N .... Oh is this another one of your shady homework deals ... Ill pretend I didn't see anything but when your done can you do the ... thing you do with the computers to make them go faster?"

"Whos?" Micheal asks referring to person who just spoke.

"Roxanne ... The R.A. Look I will check out the computers later ... Just tell the others to stop trying to get free music Win.amp  and those other sites sometimes attract viruses ,hackers, which would be why it slows down in the first place." Y/N sighs

"And What about installing the security cams you promised?" Roxanne counters.

"You covering it? Or is the school..? Because I'm not paying for it. For quality pre assembled cameras its expensive... going down to radio shack to get parts to build it from scratch is... more expensive." Y/N explains.

"Fine look ill talk to the school just do whatever hack trick you do for the computers..." Roxanne requested..

Before gesturing an awkward call me at Micheal while walking away."

"Is uh ...?"

"She always like that pretty much its gotten a-lot better though...She used to front this punk band and They weren't quiet. Anyway what was it you wanted?" Y/N questioned.

"Oh.. Yeah.. you still think Im a frat…Its me Micheal... as in Afton as in please don't tell me you went to Hurricane High ...Micheal from the arcade the other day..." Micheal explained

"Oh! Yeah Micheal who ditched the conversation." Y/N deadpanned

"I -I didn't ditch I.." Micheal panics

"Relax, Im joking..." Y/N chuckles

"The electrical outlet blew at the end." Micheal explained.

"You look ... different." Micheal added.

"Thats... really how you want to start this conversation?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow

"No, I didn't mean it in a bad way ..." Micheal explains.

"Look Afton, Why are you even here? Its not like we were super close when we were younger." Y/N asks.

"Do you remember the classes we had together in 84-85” Micheal wonders.

"Barely why?" Y/N questioned

"I was an ass to you before. I learned that the hard way... With what happened to Evan. You were one of the only people who still talked to me after that. I know you gave the notes to everyone but writing things back and forth kept me. It kept me from being stuck. Anyway uh... I owe you. So if you want me to look for information on Suzzie I can." Micheal offered

"Can we stop?"

"Stop what?"

"The secrets Afton... Your Father was the main suspect... and I know she's dead but...  Not exactly. She doesn't always feel gone she...never really felt gone Nobody believed me back then but... Now... Something tells me you know exactly what I mean. I'm not imagining things." Y\N explains slightly annoyed.

"I...I know. I'm sorry. I don't know where my Dad hid the bodies... He sort of hated me after everything. I just know he... He killed her... And that when I work night shift weird stuff happens. Weird as in the spring suits move on thier own weird.. Arcade machine will stop us from talking because an unknown message thinks I'm hurting you weird." Micheal explains.

"I... She actually is there then... It was never just me or wishful thinking... She doesn't talk to me. I... I was so mean. I can't even blame her." Y/N looks away wiping the small tear dripping down her cheek.

"Hey... Shhh... It's okay." Micheal whispers trying to see if she was ok with a hug. She nods and he just holds her as he explains.*"I don't think that's why she doesn't come to you.. I think she just doesn't want to hurt you. I have to agree...having Utah's superstar upset? Absurd."

__________________________

Classes of 84-85

Considering the incident with Evan a little more than a year prior.

Uniforms the same Color red that stained his own hands, his own clothing, the color the flashed in front of him whenever he tried to sleep a deep dark red...

It grabbed his attention but what further grabbed his attention was Y/N ... At this point only the assistant cheer captain of Hurricane high.

"Stop gawking its weird dude..." *Of the other students around told him*

"I wasn't." *Micheal panics*

"You weren't? That might actually be weirder...

But hey the skull-crusher and the cheerleader totally sounds like you have a shot there ,killer." the student he is talking to just laughs at his own remarks.*

"Can you screw off?"*Micheal snaps.*

"Like the unhinged deathrobots your Dad makes?....sure." *The other student snarks.*

Micheal just walks away agitated and Isolated deciding to stay in the gymnasium simply because Rock you like a hurricane was playing.

What he didn't expect further was Rock You like a hurricane to be made into a cheerleader number.

...

"Y\NN!  Stop doodling and try attending to your duty  as assistant cheer captain." *The cheer captain whined

"I was actually... taking notes .Unless you'd like me to attempt acrobatics in the middle of taking notes where our team can improve."*Y/N explains.*

"Dont backtalk me. The only reason you are allowed to have any power in this squad is because the Cheer coach pity's you and I let you on because I used to be friends with your older sister.  You somehow ended up a disappointment... Even when we expected nothing from you to start. For the record this is why I liked Suzie better. " *The cheer captain sneered.*

Y/Ns face just dropped before it turned  smirk

"Guess the feelings Mutual because I liked Suzie better than you too. Especially because by your own logic if she were alive she would have had your position I still would've been co-captain and you... well we know what you would've been.. Hey coach can I please have  somebody with actual authority read over my notes

Thanks." *Y/N hands the coach the notebook before cheer practice ended. Though most of the squad was clapping by that point. Especially considering the how the coach approved of her notes.

The next time Micheal spots her is when shes leaving the cheer locker room. Her uniform had been ripped

"Y/NN? You changed your name?"  *Micheal notes*

"Yep." *Is all she says.*

"Are you okay?" *Micheal asks.*

"When has it ever mattered to you before Afton?"*Y/N glares..*

" Just because I don't ask doesn't mean I think it doesn't matter" Micheal pointed out

"Look Its nothing..."*Y/N sighs.*

"Nothing doesn't destroy uniforms..."*Micheal countered.*

"Shit." *Y/N tries to stuff the uniform back in her backpack. And hide it so no one else would know.*

"Look whatever she did it isn't the first time people have used me as target practice..." *Y/N thinks out-loud.*

"They shouldn't..." *Micheal noted.*

".... I know. Look um... I have to run because I'm going to have to fix my uniform but your in my psych class." *Y/N excuses herself.*

"I noticed that too... I mean .... Its First day of the semester. So kinda hard not to hear who's name gets called." *Micheal... tries to play it cool.*

"Sure." *Y/N waves beginning to walk away.*

______

"If you actually want to help me with my sister... I could use the help. Truth is you don't really have to ask forgiveness. You and I are... more alike then we like to admit. Anyway....Im sorry too." *Y/N explains.*

"Why?"

"Because I... I... used to be nervous around you. I worried maybe you covered for your Dad but uh.... In all honesty you didn't have much of a choice. Thank you for being honest with me."  *Y/N admits*

"Used to? As in past tense." *Micheal smirked.*

"Shut up!" *Y/N laughs.*

#michael afton xfem!reader #micheal afton #michaelaftonfanfic #michael afton x reader #michael afton fluff #michealaftonshortfic #fnafxfem!reader #fnaf x reader #mikeaftonxy/n #mike afton x reader #mike afton oneshot #rock you like a hurricane #part2

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hurt/comfort Rollaro fic where Nick gets injured during a chase/investigation?

oooh thank you for this prompt!!

"It's not so bad; you know head wounds always bleed dramatically."

"You need stitches, at the very least," Olivia says, in that tone of voice of hers that means there will be no further negotiations, "I won't call a bus but you're going to the ER, Nick."

He looks at her face, winces when he sees her eyes locked in on the gash, and relents.

"Okay fine, the blood dripping down my face into my eyes and nose is making me kinda queasy, anyway."

"C'mon, up you go, you're coming with me and Rollins," Fin says with a vaguely amused chuckle, "slowly, Nick-- one, two three--"

"I got it," he insists, only needing minimal support to get into a standing position and into the back of their car.

Amanda, he can tell, is remaining silent for a reason; she'd risk losing her composure if she opened her mouth. She doesn't need to say anything, though, for him to know what she's thinking.

Nick, you should've waited for back up. Nick, you should have been more careful. It could have been much worse, asshole.

She holds her tongue all the way to the hospital, and Fin seems to pick up on the oddness of it.

"You good, Amanda? Don't tell me you got injured too."

"Nah, just a headache. Would feel bad complaining about it when Nick back there's actually got his head split open."

Nick hears a "what am I going to do with you two," under Fin's breath, and chooses to ignore. Amanda, too, seems to have no problem letting it go.

Cops tend to get pulled back into an examination room without having to wait too long in the ER, and it feels vaguely stupid to him when he's not even close to dying at all, but maybe the short wait is a good thing. Amanda is seeming closer and closer to imploding.

"I'm going to get a cup of coffee," Fin says carefully, eyeing the two of them back and forth, "don't kill each other while I'm gone."

"You're not holding it right," Amanda sighs, taking the gauze from him and pressing it into his wound; he tries unsuccessfully not to to wince, "yeah, it's supposed to hurt when you're doing it right."

"I just want to put it out there on the record, but I don't think I did anything too dangerous, so maybe you shouldn't be so mad at me."

"Who says I'm angry at you?"

"You're entire body language, 'Manda. Please just come here and see that I'm alright."

"Fine, asshole," she mutters, and he's willing to pretend not to here the insult if it means it'll spare them the fight when the skin on the side of his head is stinging so badly, "okay, let me take a look. Your pupils aren't blown, you don't seem dizzy, but you do seem like an idiot. So maybe a concussion."

"Amanda," he groans, "you'd do the same thing."

"Maybe so," she concedes with a shrug, "but right now I need to be mad at you."

"...I can accept that," he nods after a beat of silence, remembering how he felt the time Amanda got her wrist sprained, "but can you be mad at me and nice to me at the same time? 'Cause you know, I got a boo boo."

"A boo boo?" she asks with an eye roll.

"I got a 5 year old at home, Rollins. It's hard to turn the dad language off."

"Fine," she says with a huff, dropping the gauze and sliding herself underneath his arm that isn't on the side of his head injury, "you okay, baby?"

He nods, nuzzling into her neck for a quick moment; both their eyes keep glancing past the open door and toward the hallway, knowing that Fin could come back at any minute.

"Yeah, I'm okay. It's going to sting like hell for a while, but no concussion symptoms, I promise."

"They can take a while to develop. Do you also promise to tell me if you start feeling any of them."

"I do," he appeases her gently, "I'm sorry I scared you."

"You didn't, you just pissed me off," she says, but he knows it's a lie. He can tell be the worry in the eyes and the way her lower lip wobbled just a bit at the scene, "but I'll still take care of you. You staying over tonight, just in case?"

"Of course," he murmurs, knowing that the injury is not actually severe enough to need a babysitter but unable to resist the invitation-- maybe it's still just sex or maybe it's a growing bond that he doesn't even want to think about while he's trying to navigate his separation with his wife.

"You're okay," she whispers, and he figures it's more for her than himself, "I got you."

She glances out into the hallway for another half a second, before kissing his cheek.

"I'll let you pick what to watch on Netflix tonight, but only because you're hurt."

#the angst in me wants to write one where one of them DOES get a serious head injury #thanks for the prompt! #rollaro #amanda rollins #nick amaro

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hiii looking forward to your fic!! 💜 i feel like everyone should rewatch the source material every once in a while to remember a character's actual personality lol (especially steve 🥲)

Omg. I like to pretend I'm not but I'm such a sensitive person when it comes to people being kind unprompted, this is such a sweet message 🥺🫂 Thank you! It'll be a while before it comes out since it might be insanely long (and I don't post until I finish a story) but I hope it'll be worth the wait!

And I 100% agree. Especially if you consume a lot of fandom content (fanfiction for example). It's so easy to get caught up in fanon to where you're losing sight of the actual character. Concerning the MCU, Steve is a primary "victim" of this and it sucks lol. Like, sometimes I see takes on his character that drive me out of my mind. It's like people are overcompensating when it comes to him - it's hard for them to accept that maybe he's just a good person so they twist and skew every moment he's on screen and then hide behind the "oh well he isn't PERFECT" or "Steve is human too, he makes mistakes" and the mistake they list is something that never happened and doesn't align in any way with his character lol. I could go into a rant about this with Avengers 1 specifically but I'll refrain.

Other characters get this bad too. I don't know how you feel about Tony anon, so feel free to skip this part, but Tony gets the same fanon curse but the other way around. They're woobifying my man to filth 😭 I mentioned this in my CW post but either the fandom is a lot more conservative than I thought or people watch with their eyes closed because omg? Why are they massacring Tony's character? Turning one of my favorite tragic heroes/redemption heroes into some paragon of purity that isn't capable of autonomy, nuance/complexity (people take the nuance out of Steve too Lord) or resilience? Maybe people just have difficulty with MCU Tony specifically since in my personal opinion, he's...different from the other Tonys. I could rant about this too but I'll show some restraint.

Anyways, yes! Rewatching the MCU for characterization purposes works wonders. Literally. The insight you regain is not only useful but also fun! 10/10!

#steve rogers #steve my beloved #tony stark #mcu #post office #marvel #thank you anon #oh tony my tony