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#please reblog this bro please I fucking. pain. so much time. I love him so much. look at him and his earrings and nose piercing and
kairiscorner · 7 months
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CONGRATS ON 1.5K POOKIE ‼️❤️😼😼
if u have time i wanna like request a 42!miles x reader where reader hears some girls shit talking miles about random stuff u pick !! and then she gets like super mad at confronts them and it turns into like this bigass fight a crowd forms and everything and maybe it could be like outside the building where miles is and him and ganke are eating and they hear the noises and stuff and miles is like “wtf is that.. 🌚” and ganke looks out the window and he’s just like “bro it’s ur girl what the fuck.. ⁉️⁉️😨⁉️” and miles is just like 🏃‍♀️💨 and pushes the big ass crowd away n sees his girlfriend beating the shit out of the person and he like breaks it up and takes her out of the area and she explains the whole thing ab how it was ab him and he’s jus like “you don’t even know how much i love you what the hell. ⁉️⁉️😣” and it’s just fluffy in the end ????
HELP WHY DID I MAKE THIS SO SPECIFIC.. if this is like too long don’t even worry about it pookie you already feed me enough w all ur fics im in LOOVVVEVEVE !! anyways congrats again 😼😼
say that again to my face. — miles 42 x fem!reader
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summary: sometimes, people forget that they should be minding their own business instead of giving their unsolicited opinions on matters they have nothing good to say about—and especially not to offend a guy's girlfriend by shit talking her boy when she's not taking any of your shit. pairing: miles 42 x fem!reader genre: slight angst and comfort word count: 1,519 author's note: AWW POOKIE, THANKIES !! man ngl, i like the thought of reader being the type of person to not take your shit and be the defender this time instead of miles, HE DESERVES SOMEBODY WHO'S WILLING TO GET HURT FOR HIM, TOO, OKAY !!! omg i hope you like this 💖💖💖
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
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the shuffling of feet and excited, worried clamoring of other students as they drew more attention to the occurrence outside of the school building was creating more and more tension as nearly everyone exited the cafeteria and went outside to the school grounds. "what's... going on?" miles asked ganke as they exited the cafeteria, with ganke's eyes widening as he got a good look of what was going on and who exactly was the center of attention right now for a not-so good reason. he grabbed miles by the shoulders and dragged him to a spot where he could view the chaos a little better. "dude, it's your girl, she's going crazy on this other girl!" he exclaimed with a rushed voice, worried for you as much as miles should've been, had he known it was you all along being gathered around and filmed as chaos ensued.
as soon as miles heard that his girl was getting some unwanted attention–having a whole crowd surround her–he had to get her out of there immediately. he wove his way through the people filming, cheering and chanting, and merely watching as you throttled this girl you were fighting the best you could–repeating to her as she exclaimed and tried fighting you back: 'what, too scared to say it again? huh? i'll show you who you're messing with this time, bitch!' the crowd went wild hearing you cuss, it wasn't rare for you to cuss since practically everyone was aware you weren't the most innocent person around—but you were definitely a sweetheart, to the right people; no one could believe you were capable of hurting someone this badly, not even miles could believe you were saying all these awful things that sounded so uncharacteristic of you. as miles made his way towards you, his eyes widened, his heart sinking in his stomach as he watched you wrestle with this other girl and screaming at her–hurling insults and taunts at her through teary eyes, yelling out in pain as she pulled at your hair and tried scratching at your face.
"mi cielo, enough!" he exclaimed as he dashed over to you, nearly tripping over as he got in between you two and took the other girl's hits for you. ganke had made his way through the crowd and helped you up, with miles telling everyone the fight was over, there was nothing left to watch, as he jogged off to see you by the infirmary as the crowd gathered around the girl fighting with you just earlier. after you got patched up, ganke left you and miles to have a talk together. miles founs it very out of character for you to have done what you did–after all, you hated violence; there was no way you would've fought that girl for no reason, not unless it was a good reason. "babe, please... what happened?" miles asked you in a soft, worried tone as he placed his hand on your arm and gently caressed you, rubbing your arm slowly up and down, hoping you'd answer when you were ready.
you took in a deep breath and pulled out your phone. "i know this isn't the most justified reason, but, miles... watch this." you told him as you unlocked your phone, scrolled over to your gallery and clicked on a recently taken video of you on the thumbnail. miles obliged and took the phone from your hands, watching the video as it played out. the video started off as a sweet little video message you were gonna send miles, a cute little short of showing him the dance moves you were practicing for fun and ask him what he thought–you were filming this by the sinks at the girl's comfort room, with nobody else there–until midway in the video, a couple of popular kids that used to bully you had entered, and you soon took your phone away, forgetting to pause the recording.
you remained silent and pretended to wash your hands, propping your phone down as you washed your hands to cover up anything else you were doing earlier, not wanting to attract these girls' attention. they were in deep conversation about such shallow things–boys, clothes, victims of their bullying escapades and laughing at their poor, pitiful faces–and you were getting all the more disgusted the longer you heard them. one of the girls then mentioned a name you were quite familiar with, it was, of course, your boyfriend's name.
"oh, yeah, that morales kid... he's kinda weird, not gonna lie." said the girl, causing you to involuntarily look their way. the other girls agreed, stating that he seemed too quiet or too cringy in his outfits, in his shoes, in his choice of friends–or in their eyes, his lack thereof. they cackled to themselves how, for a cute boy from middle school, he ended up seeming like a real 'weirdo'. "it's such a shame... i honestly found his whole little sweetheart act in middle school so adorable, now he's just a killjoy. guess his dad not being around taught him how to turn girls away from him instead of making him even a bit likeable." "what did you say?" you butt in, drying your hands, the camera still rolling and you not noticing.
the girls looked your way with quizzical looks in their eyes, they don't remember you since you had quite the difference in your appearance from when they bullied you a few years ago, but nonetheless, you seemed like a bug to them–a pest–like every other kid at this school that was at their disposal. the girl rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing you up and down. "who are you?" "not important. now, what did you say again?" you asked her, your eyes narrowing at her, with her eyes narrowing down at yours. the girl chuckled and sauntered over to you, her face in the frame now–looking completely different than the beaten and battered girl from earlier. she smirked at you and neared her face to yours, which was still scowling at her. "i get it... you like him, don't you? figures, a little... nobody like you with a little freak like him, acting like little weirdos that think they're more than muck in gutters, thinking they're hot shit for standing up to me–" and with that, your nostrils flared as you fumed, and grabbed at her hair; furious that she had the gall to talk to you that way.
miles watched incredulously as you kept pulling the girl's hair, practically screaming at her to say what she said again as the girl retaliated and slapped at your hands, yelling for the girls with her to get you off her–but those girls did nothing to help. they walked out of the comfort room and presumably ran off out the halls to avoid your wrath. and after some roughhousing... you two ended up at the school grounds, where that all went down. after watching, miles looked at you with pain in his eyes; guilty tears soon filling his eyes as shameful tears filled yours as you clung on to miles' sleeve.
"babe, i'm sorry... nothing will ever make this better, but i... i never meant to hurt her, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to cause a scene, i... i just couldn't bear to have them say that to you..." you mumbled out in choked sobs as you began to cry. miles shushed you and wiped the tears from your eyes, cupping your face and holding you close to him as he set your phone away. "mi amor... i'm sorry, i'm sorry you... oh, i can't even... you didn't have to do that for me. i... i'm okay with being labelled as a weirdo, a freak–just as long as you don't get hurt. that's all i want... i love you more than you could ever know, you don't even... i love you, mi vida..." he whispered as he kissed your forehead, eliciting more tears to fall down your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tightly.
if he was gonna be honest, if someone else said the same things about you, miles would not hesitate to have done as you did–confront those assholes and show them what's what; but having that fone for him felt so... different. he felt guilty, somehow, that you got hurt and hurt someone for him–risked getting disciplinary action for him and getting a lot of people against you for him. he wants to make it up to you, but all he can do now is be here in the moment and reassure you that, no matter what other people may think of him, nothing matters to him as long as he has you by his side to be his strength to keep fighting every day and live. he'd gladly wear the title of 'freaky little weirdo' while hand-in-hand with you–because as long as you'd be safe, as long as you'd be okay, that's all that matters to him–nothing else, just you and him together.
tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @onginlove @meowmoraless @euphovlq
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sister-lucifer · 1 year
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Bro, my friend, ima need a masky x reader where masky is a farel animal, ima need this man to absolutely batshit and I need him to ruin me in every way, love your favorite mutal <333333 😋
Let Off Steam
Masky x Gender neutral reader 
Genre: Smut 
Summary: A drabble about Masky going feral and taking it out on you 
Content/Warnings: Angry and mean Masky, porn with no real plot, hair pulling, spanking, a hint of possessiveness/degrading 
Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio! 
Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 
There was no telling what had set Masky off today. All you knew was that he was pissed, and his favorite way to let off steam was to pound you until you passed out. 
“Fuuuck, you have no idea how much I missed this tight hole—!” He growled into your ear as he leaned over you. He didn’t have to say it, it was obvious. You couldn’t even remember the moments leading up to this point, but nothing else mattered when he was taking you from the back so good, just how you both liked it. 
“God, you feel so good…No one, not any body else ever gets to use you like this, do you hear me?!” 
A slap rang out in your ears, followed by a stinging pain where Masky’s hand had come down on your ass. 
“Yes, yes!” You yelped in reply, “Only you, Masky! I-I’m all yours!” 
He yanked hard on your hair, making you arch your back. Your nails tore at the sheets, leaving long rips that would surely have to be patched up later. 
“All mine…All fuckin’ mine! A-Ah, God I needed this…I’ve missed my little fuck toy all day.”
Another slap, even harder than the last, forcing a broken call of Masky’s name from your throat. 
He nuzzled into your neck, leaving a trail of aggressive kisses that quickly transformed into bites. You could tell the marks were deep, enough to draw blood, but the pain was quickly washed away by the pleasure. You could practically feel the bruises forming, ones that would earn you a sly comment from Toby in the morning. 
The bed rocked and swayed with each thrust, and there were even a few moments where you wondered if it would break beneath you. He was using all his strength, maybe even more, slamming into you over and over again and hitting deeper than you had ever thought possible. When Masky was mad, he fucked you like his life depended on making sure you couldn’t walk the next day. 
You hadn’t realized how close you were until it was almost too late. You barely managed a warning before all of a sudden you had came, tightening around Masky’s length and making him shudder. The pathetic noise that fell from your lips and echoed off the walls nearly had him cumming himself. You expected him to keep going until he found his own release as usual, but instead he abruptly slowed to a stop. 
You didn’t even have time to ask what was wrong before he was pulling out just long enough to flip you over onto your back, making you bounce against the mattress. 
“M…Masky…?” You said meekly, eyes growing wide as one of his hands found the back of your knee, pushing it up against your chest. 
“Aw, what’s the matter hun?” He cooed down at you in a condescending tone. His free hand wrapped around your throat, not squeezing terribly hard but enough to be a threat. 
“You didn’t think we’d be done so soon, did you?” 
You merely stared up at him as he rutted against you, preparing to enter once more. 
“No, no…we’re not done until I say so, and something tells me we’re going to be here for a very, very long time.” 
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kisuga · 2 years
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HAIKYUU BOYS WITH A S/O WHO SCARS EASILY
cw: injury, gn reader
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ATSUMU:
he’s so utterly confused.
like he can’t believe that even by BUMPING into the door…you have a massive bruise forever now.
makes fun of you lmao.
but he is still so worried about you :((.
“another one? geez…” he winces, examining the giant cut on your calf. “yeah…i tried to skateboard and i fell and…yeah.” atsumu shakes his head, but a smirk grows slowly on his face. “that’s why ya gotta ask me to show ya angel! i’m the expert in everything.” you roll your eyes. nonetheless, you allow him to take care of you. no matter how small the scar is, this man will not let you move a muscle.
KITA:
scolds you. like a parent to a child.
this man is exasperated bro 😭 give him a break.
frowns when he sees your body littered with scars.
he promises himself to protect you as much as possible.
kita stays silent as he treats the gash on your knee. you observe guiltily, praying that he isn’t legitimately upset. you hear him sigh. “this is going to leave a scar yknow.” “i know, i’m sorry.” he huffs, patting your leg gently. “please be careful next time honey. i don’t exactly like seeing you hurt.” he places soft kisses on every scar, massaging your body into his hands. “i’ll love you no matter what though.”
BOKUTO:
he freaks the fuck out HAHAHA.
he’s so worried!! why does your skin have to be so sensitive!!
he tries his best to treat it, but he has very limited knowledge in first aid.
he pampers you though ><.
“are you sure you’re ok?” he asks. you coo at him. the way his lips pouted and his golden eyes widened with worry made your heart swell. “yes kou, i’m okay. just another cut like usual.” he really really does not like that answer. he puts some medication on it and litters your body with kisses. “let me cuddle you honey. my love will make the pain go away.”
AKAASHI:
if you thought kita was bad-
he literally face palms when he sees a new bruise, cut, or scab on your body.
a doctor. knows exactly what to do when you’re hurt.
baby proofs the house lol.
“what am i going to do with you.” he groans. of course you tripped while dancing, it was inevitable that you would get a gash sooner or later. you smile sheepishly. “you should’ve danced with me, you would have caught me. plus i was playing frank sinatra, your fave.” his eyes soften. you mean well, he knows that, but he hates seeing dark spots on your body from previous injuries. “..let me know next time then my dear.”
TSUKISHIMA:
oh my god. he is RUTHLESS.
like bruh how did you get a scar from SHAVING.
deep down he’s so worried about you :((.
but also wow you’re such a coward.
“only the weakest links get permanent scars from the smallest things.” he taunts, placing a bandaid on your tummy. “razors are very dangerous weapons tsukki.” “it had two blades. and it’s not meant to actually hurt you.” you pout as your boyfriend beams in victory. “make fun of me all you want but you’re the one who’s wasting time treating me.” a soft chuckle leaves his lips. “of course idiot. i’ll always care for you.”
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teddy-bear-queen · 9 months
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Bro I have to say this I swear-
I see people trying everything to make it seem like Wukong is a lot worse then he is. I understand you like Macaque, I do too! But the entire point of their relationship is that they’re both in the wrong. The difference is, Wukong got, well, character development. It just feels super annoying to discredit Wukongs hard work in JTTW because of things he did prior.
I’m not saying Wukong is some saint, or an amazing person even while the story is taking place, but he is NOT as bad as some of the people in the LMK fandom make him out to be. I assume it’s because Macaque is the goth shy boy (/hj? /lh), but Macaque literally comes out just to manipulate MK and steal his powers. He’s making the exact same mistakes Wukong did, fighting for power so that he can protect himself. Get stronger. Etc.
Season 4 Special Spoilers:
I don’t think Wukong was ignorant in saying that Macaque doesn’t come to help him. I mean, he got beaten by the Jade Emperor and presumably everyone just left him there and ran off. I’d be pretty mad too. Of course, Macaque was hesitant to begin with, and that’s fair. But he was already there, he could’ve tried. But Macaque has a habit of shying away from fights, only really fighting others to settle a score (S1 E9) or if he has to (LBD arc - both working for and against her, but the S1 E9 relates here, too.) I’m not saying this as an insult, more of an observation. He’s not a coward by any means, a coward would be Peng, who leaves mid-battle in fear of being hurt or losing. Macaque finishes his fights (still knowing when it’s reasonable to retreat), but more often then not prefers to prevent them in the first place. (WHICH IS WHY THE DIVORCE SCENE HITS SO HARD, you know he’s been bottling that up ;v;)
ANYWAY back on topic. I definitely think everything Wukong said there was true. I don’t think he was trying to lie or manipulate Macaque by saying “everything I did was for us”. This is further confirmed when we see him later, tired and completely defeated.
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He has nothing to hide here. He’s at his lowest point, stuck in a mountain, tensions high from being abandoned by his sworn brothers, being abandoned by people he held dear. Macaque was trying to be nice, but if I were stuck in a mountain and offered food from someone who left me in such a vulnerable state? I probably wouldn’t take the it either. ALSO. We still have NOT seen these things from Wukongs perspective! Every single time something is revealed from his past, it’s narrated by Tang, Azure, Macaque, etc. Wukong has never (from my memory) spoken about his trials first-hand. This is why I love the guy so much!! What’s going on in his head? How does he feel about these things?
These are such complex characters who have been through so much, so it really bothers me when people look at Sun Wukong and decide to demonise him because of the past which, not only has he moved on from, but we have never even seen his side of the story on. Why did he kill Macaque? Did he kill Macaque? (I’ve seen theories he didn’t, we don’t know rn tho)
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Wukong went through a lot of pain to change. Wukong is haunted by his past and in genuine distress over it. You can’t tell me this isn’t a man filled with deep remorse for his actions.
He’s not perfect, but he’s a hell of a lot better. It just really frustrates me that people disregard and discredit the work he put in to get to this point.
THATS IT THATS THE POST
This is really disorganised I’m sorry, I just keep seeing people act like Wukong is the scum of the earth and I honestly just do not get it.
Please don’t send asks about this post, just reblog or comment.
I don’t want to deal with passive aggressive (or just straight up aggressive) people.
As a final note: No, Wukong is not perfect. He’s still a deeply flawed character even with his development. No, Macaque isn’t the scum of the earth. They both have their own problems and they both fucked up. They both did something wrong. That’s the point.
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izukumidoriyashusband · 11 months
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I. Midoriya,, confession
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Izuku Midoriya x Male!Reader
Word count: 604
Characters mentioned: Izuku Midoriya
Alternative ending
Part two
note//: All of this is fiction and has nothing to do with the actual characters. I do not claim to own these characters or have made them. This is fiction and for personal entertainment. Thank you and enjoy. NOT PROOFREAD. I apologize for the mistakes. Do not repost anywhere, I do not mind reblogging, please and thank you. (Had to add the bold text and all that I made in Google docs b/c it didn’t transfer over. Didn’t know that.). @izukumidoriyashusband
tw !! : angst, crying, rejection.
Summary:
Izuku has liked you for years, he understands the fact that he’s your best friend and he wouldn’t do anything to ruin that but he just can’t hold his feelings in any longer. Will you accept his feelings or will you shatter his heart? There’s only one way to find out.
Sitting on his bed, Izuku always wondered what was so great about you. Was it the way you style your hair?
Maybe it was the way you walked around the world like you owned it and nobody, and I mean nobody, could tell you otherwise.
Or maybe it was the way you actually gave a shit about him.
You don’t care about how powerful his quirk is.
You’ll still challenge him head on and shit, maybe sometimes you will lose. Other times, you’ve managed to outsmart the boy
‘How do I get rid of this feeling in my chest’ Izuku thinks to himself
‘You tell them.’
Another voice other than his own responds to him.
‘That’s it! I’ll tell them.’
He’s constructed a plan to tell you everything.
Was it better in his head?
It’s 2pm on a Friday. Training took up a lot of the day but for some reason, the UA students had nothing to do now but relax.
“I’ll make my move now,” Izuku whispers to himself.
“Uhh. What move?” Y/N asks in a whisper as well, startling poor Izuku and having him jump back.
“Oh! Uh nothing! I’m just thinking of ways to study better…! Heh.” He responds in a panic, receiving a ‘I totally believe you’ look from you.
“Sureeee. And I’m Batman.” You respond in a very sarcastic tone. The one Izuku loves to hear, it makes his heart skip a beat.
“But um, Y/N?” “That's my name, ‘Zuku.”
“Can I talk to you for a moment? In private? Please?”
Y/N stares at the boy for a moment before giving him a silent nod.
Izuku wastes no time, grabbing Y/N by his wrist and heading outside of the UA building, he receives weird stares from people he passes but he’s too focused on making sure his heart doesn’t jump out of his chest.
When they’re outside, Izuku finds a tree under the shade, he’s breathing heavily and he’s visibly shaking.
He lets go of Y/N’s wrist and takes a deep breath.
“What’s up, bro?”
God that word brings so much pain.
“Well um… Y/N I’ve liked you for so long and no matter what happened, you were always right there. You made me feel like the best person to ever walk the earth and-“
Izuku is too busy talking to notice your wide eyes and how you look almost…disappointed?
“I wanna cherish you forever. I wanna give you the love that no guy ever will. I wanna be the one you come home to. The one who holds you at night when you don’t feel well. I wanna have arguments and the times we forgive each other. I want to have those late night talks with each other about nothing and make it into something, all I wanna say is I love y-!”
“Let me stop you there.” You interrupted his sentence and he takes a look at you finally.
Did you always look this aggravated?
“I’m sorry but you’re only my friend. For fucks sake, I call you my little brother to my friends and family.” Y/N’s tone is no longer warm but cold.
Izuku’s heart. Shattered into two.
‘Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.’ He repeats in his head over and over, drowning out your voice. He cannot bear the rejection, even though he knew it may come.
He runs off in a flash, not wanting to hear it. The last thing he heard from you clearly was you yelling his name.
Izuku is now in his room. Pillow in his chest and crying.
“H-how could I be so stupid..?” He cries into his pillow.
‘How could he ever love me..?’
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fettuccin-e · 1 year
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Santiago "Pope" Garcia Fic Recs
besties i am back on my bullshit with a new fic rec list!! santi themed list this time because i am down horrendous for this man. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE reblog or comment on these fantastic fics!! these writers deserve the world (also if you are one of these writers and you'd like to be removed from this list, please let me know!)
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Once More With Feelings by @writefightandflightclub
>> You've been friends with Santi and Frankie since you were kids. Watching videos of your childhood together, deep-seated and long-hidden feelings finally come to light. Better late than never has never been more true. (LONG TIME PINING?? bro u have found my vice i love this)
A Cold Shower by @the-little-ewok
>> On a camping trip with Santi and his friends, he can't really seem to keep his hands off you. Not that you want him to. The only problem is trying to stay quiet. (PORN JUST PORN but its fucking FANTASTIC)
Validation by @brandyllyn
>> Santi has been trying to hold himself back, not wanting to scare Frankie's sister-in-law off. But after he catches you in a compromising position, and you look at him like that, he decides to throw caution to the wind. (More porn but santi smut is just so good he's just like,, the hottest person on the planet but yknow)
All He Ever Wanted by @pedrito-friskito
>> You both have been thinking about it for a while, but after Colombia, Santi wants a life with you. With the white picket fence and the dog and the sound of little feet running around the house. He wants everything with you. (beautiful fluff it's so sweet i literally considered having a child)
Firsts by @say-al0e
>> After a bad date lands you at Santi's house, you manage to confess that your terrible dating experiences have left you a little unexperienced. Santi decides to show you that there's nothing wrong with that at all. (GODDAMN i want him to take care of me so bad bro)
"The Tender Ache" ask by @softlyspector
>> Santi's finally home after being gone for far too long. He's so happy to be home with you, but the mood quickly changes when he finds a painful bruise marring your pretty skin. (fluffy to angsty to tooth-achingly fluffy again. a beautiful wonderful rollercoaster)
Drunken Confession by @jakecockley
>> An alcohol-fueled night loosens Santi's lips and causes him to confess feelings that he's been to afraid to share. He feels brave tonight, ready to change your lives forever. (So fucking cute gang like holy fuck i was giggling while reading this)
Married Life by @waatermelon-sugaar
>> After waking up from a nightmare, you have a long talk with your husband. You already know that you're going to spend the rest of your lives together, but maybe it's time to turn your family of two into three. (say it with me y'all: DOMESTIC SANTI!!! i love him so much pls i wanna love him forever)
You Missed Me by @wheresarizona
>> You haven't been with them both in two years, but when Santi calls and invites you to a hotel, you know you'd do anything to see him again. Maybe this is a chance to make everything permanent. (poly!Santi and Frankie holy fuck i need an inhaler these fics drive me fucking NUTS)
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angelplummie · 2 years
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bullying katsuki cuz he’s so fun to tease
now, don’t get me wrong, kit kat lays down pipe like a super mario bro, but that’s doesn’t mean he should get cocky! sometimes he needs to be reminded that he’s obsessed with you and needs you more than air 💞
Ok, so maybe you don’t have as much experience as katsuki, (like none at all, he was ur first) but you’re pretty sure he’s great, and you’re pretty confident you’re ok too. At least that’s what he tells you, and you’ve elected to believe him.
the first few times were pretty awkward, still nice, but a bit clunky. after you get in the rhythm of things tho, you guys are at it like bunnies. it’s pretty clear that katsuki is good at what he does, you cum and you cum hard.
so when ur laying on his chest one day after getting your back blown out, you decide to be really annoying.
“sigh... you suck.”
“what?”
“That was like really bad”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You have terrible dick game, i’m sorry i had to be the one to break it to you”
He furrows his eyebrows before he realises it’s a stupid joke. Rolling his eyes, he pulls you in closer, smushing ur boobs against his side even more.
“Be quiet”
“I’m just speaking my truth katsuki. You are abysmal.”
“Shut up. as if you didn’t just nut.”
You snort and hold him tighter. he’s so warm and cozy, you want to suck his dick sometime soon.
“silence, you don’t know anything about me. I could’ve been faking.”
he lets out a huff. He knows you’re only kidding, but he’s beginning to get defensive.
“i know- i know everything about you. stop being annoying.”
“Ok.”
You yawn and close your eyes. the room becomes nice and quiet, and the BUFFOON actually thinks you’re done. As soon as his eyes flutter closed, you strike.
“Worst dick i ever had,” you whisper, giggling as his eyes fly open and he looks down at you angrily.
“Bitch-! only dick you ever had, fucking virgin.”
You gasp in shock! how could he!
“katsuki!!! that’s mean!!”
“What-! You said worse to me!”
You press your face into his booby and he stares down at you incredulously, but with love also.
“It’s only funny when i do it because you know you’re good! i don’t know i’m good! You’re the cool one, you can’t bully me, that’s just bullying!”
He sighs, examining your little face pressed up against him. well, you’re a pain in the ass, but you’re worth it.
“I only said it cuz you were getting on my nerves,” he says softly, as if you could never get on his nerves really. he places his hand on your head, providing a calming weightiness.
“mm.” you actually look like you might drift off now, and he smiles to himself, a smile that he would never let anyone else see.
“You know... you know i think that you’re amazing right?” you can feel him speak, feel the vibration from his chest. it soothes you.
“yeah.”
“yeah”
“best you ever had?”
“don’t push your luck”
katsuki snorts as you give his abdomen a light thump
“hey! who is it then! go on i can take it!”
“I’m joking babe, of course it’s you.”
He leans down and kisses you on the forehead, which pleases you, but does little to appease you.
“No no, who is it? i’m listening! don’t spare my feelings now!”
that’s when you hear his ugly little gremlin laugh, a laugh he only lets out when he’s with you.
Your frown fades away and you refocus on squeezing him as right as you can.
“why are you so mean to me?”
“Why am i-?!” he pauses, sighs, and lets it go, “i don’t know. i love you.”
“I love you a lot less.”
“mhm”
...
“you know i don’t mean that right?”
“go to sleep y/n”
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obeiii-mee · 3 years
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Hey! I have a really loud and particular laugh that seems to carry quite literally throughout my house and there have been many times people have bought it up with me (I can’t help it my laugh is just loud & contagious!!). Could I request the bros reaction to MC who quite literally is unable to laugh quietly and ends up being heard through the whole of the house? Thank you!🥰
This is so sweet, geez imma get cavities. I also have a very loud laugh and I startle people a lot when I start laughing so I get what you mean!
These HCs are probably written a lot better because suddenly I’m full energy and motivation-
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The Brothers with an MC who has a loud and particular laugh:
Lucifer:
-He’ll never admit it but whenever you start laughing or even smiling, he can’t really stop himself from doing it too
-Like, he looks at you as you start cackling about a funny meme Levi just showed you and he’s holding back a smile-
-Because, even though you have such a loud and some would say ‘obnoxious’ laugh, he thinks you just sound so precious
-He really struggles to show that he’s not affected by you as much as he actually is
-Even if you start laughing at an inappropriate time, he’d likely not even tell you off properly
- Would never say anything of the sort to your face, but he low-key admires you
-He thinks it’s amazing that a simple human like you that has experienced so many horrible things every since they arrived in literal hell, can have the ability to laugh so heartily even now
-If you’re in public and start doing your boisterous laugh, he will keep a stoic expression on his face
-There’s a hint of a blush on his cheeks if you look close enough, though I doubt anyone is crazy enough to point it out
-In private though? Appreciate these moments y’all, because it’s one of the few rare times you’ll see him laugh freely
-Even when he’s around his brothers and trying to keep a straight face, you can see his lips threatening to curve upwards
-Basically, he thinks you’re baby and your laugh makes him feel at ease
Mammon:
-I head canon that he also has a very particular laugh because he gives off those kind of vibes
-He probably doesn’t even notice how loud you are when you start wheezing
-Normally, he’d join in and start laughing with you as the rest of the brothers take out their sound blocking ear muffs for the third time that day
-You two are loud ok?
-Poor Lucifer who not only has insomnia and is a workaholic, he also has two idiots giggling to themselves in the middle of the night
-When I said Mammon is trying to get a laugh out of you any hour of the day
-I mean any hour
-He will wake you up to just hear your voice and then proceed to run out as you start yelling at him
-Even if he were to notice it, the worst reaction you’re gonna get out of him is a bit of teasing
-“Ya sound like you’re dyin’ over there human. You alright?”
-When in reality, he’s even more smitten with you because your laugh is just another one of your amazing qualities
-Mammon does the stupidest shit in front of you to make you and hear you laugh because it warms his heart
-Even if he wouldn’t admit it, to you or to himself
-The only time he ‘doesn’t like’ it when you laugh is if you’re poking fun at him with his brothers
-That gets him all huffy puffy and sad
-For a minute, before he’s thrown himself onto you again
-Greedy for money and greedy for affection of course
Levi:
-ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap
-“YOU SOUND JUST LIKE THE MAIN CHARACATER’S LOVE INTEREST FROM THIS NEW ANIME I’M WATCHING! IT’S CALLED: PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME I’M IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND BUT I’M ACTUALLY NOT, THOUGH WHOA THEY HAVE SUCH A PRETTY LAUGH!”
-Catch him rambling about it for five minutes straight
-Before stopping abruptly, flushing from head to toe and starting to stutter like he forgot how to speak
-This usually has you laughing again, in a more sympathetic and encouraging way and he just...dies
-He doesn’t like his laugh, at all
-He thinks it sounds really awkward and tense
-So he’s low-key jealous about your rather impulsive laugh because it’s so sweet??? And amazing and cute??? Just like you???
-But at the same time, it’s hard for him to be jealous of it when he loves it so much
-Why do you think he keeps coming to you whenever he finds funny memes or compilations online???
-“I don’t expect a normie like you to understand but look at this.”
-He gets a stupidly cute kick out of knowing that he is the one making you laugh
-I suggest trying not to laugh too much while he’s playing video games because your laugh distracts him so much
-And he will throw his headset at you
-Affectionately of course
Satan:
-He doesn’t give much of a reaction besides a quirked eyebrow and a quiet ‘Oh?’
-Sure, he doesn’t really like it when his brothers are being noisy either because they’re laughing too loudly or because they are fighting gladiator style outside his room
-But you’re the exception
-The only person in that household that could get away with interrupting his reading/work is you
-May come as a surprise to some, but sometimes Satan does get worried for you
-If he hasn’t seen you in a while he might start thinking that something is wrong
-But then he’d hear you laughing from downstairs and he’d smile and think “Eh they’re alright.”
-He thinks your laugh sounds so much more endearing than his own psychotic laugh 🥰🥰🥰
-Will throw one of his precious books at any of his brothers if they make fun of the way you laugh
-Basically, he has the biggest heart eyes for you but he’s too good at hiding it
-Laugh with him whenever something embarrassing happens to Lucifer and he will be so pleased and happy for the rest of the day
Asmo:
-“MC my dear, has anyone mentioned what a wonderfully charming laugh you have? And that says something coming from me.”
-Asmo also has a very noticeable laugh
-Not exactly loud but it could be considered obnoxious (to his brothers) and he giggles all the time when he’s very excited
-Having Asmodeous as your partner is basically the same thing as dating your best friend
-Despite being the Avatar of Lust, your relationship with him is super healthy and even he takes comfort in that
-You’d both be chuckling to yourselves in Majolish or something because this bïtch is hilarious if he wants to be
-“Oh my Lord Diavolo! MC, look! I found the perfect outfit for Mammon!!”
-And it’s a Disney princess dress the size of a fuckn toddler
-You guys laughed so hard you got kicked out >:(
-But you ended up buying that dress for Mammon anyway lmaoo
-Spending too much time with Asmo is similar to the whole “I’m trying to be quiet in class but me and my friend keep laughing every time we look at each other”
-The way both of you have to strain yourselves from full on cackling when Lucifer has a go at either of you 😌
-Except you seriously can’t laugh because you will be ✨murdered✨
-“What do you mEAN YOU DON’T LIKE YOUR LAUGH, YOUR LAUGH IS GORGEOUS! NOT AS GORGEOUS AS MINE OBVIOUSLY BUT IT EASILY COMES IN SECOND!”
-That’s the kind of hype he gives you all day every day
Beel:
-The first time he properly heard you laugh was when you started making puns and you were laughing like crazy at your own jokes (samesies)
-And he just loves seeing you this happy because he gets happy and then he doesn’t even want to eat anymore, he just wants to hug you
-“I like your laugh. Do it again for me?”
-Your heart went doki doki
-It’s common for Beel to make you all flustered without meaning to and then you nervously start laughing again because you feel so awkward
-BUT your face brightens up so much when you start laughing or even smiling and he can’t help himself from complimenting you
-Your joyous and loud chuckles always cheer him up
-To the point where he completely forgets how hungry he is
-Took you a while to figure this one out but his mood sort of changes with yours??
-If you’re visibly sadder than usual, he his morale is also surprisingly low and he starts eating more than usual
-In comparison to when you’re all bubbly and doing that beautiful laugh of yours and he gets like these butterflies in his stomach instead of the usual pangs of pain and hunger
-So now he just wants to hear your voice in general on repeat for the rest of eternity
-Im not crying you are
Belphie:
-“You’re too loud dumbass, I’m tryin’ to nap here.”
-Will deadass throw a pillow at your face if you wake him up
-Like hes so rude and for what?
-He loves you and your annoying as fuck laugh, he really does I promise
-It’s a special, unique part of you and all that sappy crap
-But keep it up and you will have a very cranky boyfriend to deal with for the rest of the month
-He can be such an ass at times if he’s in a bad mood
-“I should tape your mouth shut.”
-“Kinky-“
-“Shut up.”
-But as much as he hates being woken up by somebody else, he would much prefer waking up to your voice rather anyone else’s
-You usually wake him up in the mornings to get ready for RAD and you start giggling every time he pulls a face at you and complains that he doesn’t wanna
-“What are you? An alarm clock?”
-And then he just sort of pulls you to him and goes with a completely straight face:
-“You’re annoying but you can be my alarm clock if you want to.”
-He’s either flirting or is so sleepy he’s being unusually soft hELP
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Thank you for reading! And for all the reblogs and follows. You guys don’t even know how much I appreciate your support. Especially at times when I’m not as motivated to write and now that the fandom has fizzled out a bit.
Also imma have to make a master list soon or something
Al~
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eitelle · 3 years
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— seeing his ex at a cafe again
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genre: implied exes to lovers, angst to fluff, songfic (good 4 u by olivia rodrigo)
pairings: timeskip!atsumu miya x gn!reader
ask (too long to put here)
warnings: bits of angst, timeskip warnings
wc: 540
a/n: PLAYING SOUR WHILE IM WRITING TJIS!! so excited for my first ever songfic eek!! bro im sorry but this was so hard to do angst to fluff w this song help me-
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atsumu sat in his childhood room reminiscing on that summer. the summer when you were still together. his management and himself agreed; the less people to worry about because of how popular he was, the better. at least thats how he used to feel. it had been months since he called your 4 year relationship quits. if that was so true, how come he had never felt more miserable?
You bought a new car and your career's really takin' off / It's like we never even happened / Baby, what the fuck is up with that
buying shit to replace what reminded him of you helped, and his team was in the best shape it had ever been. after losing you, atsumu threw himself into volleyball and helping MSBY excel. his hard work paid off; it was obvious to anyone but no one noticed how much pain he was in without you. so many things reminded him of you, some bad but oh so many good. so he deleted them all. might as well feel nothing than feel pain right?
And good for you, it's like you never even met me
sometimes atsumu wishes he never met you. that was always a lie though, his life was full of so much life and joy with you in it. so he took off to the place where you first met: the cafe in where it all started... and ended.
Remember when you swore to God / I was the only person who ever got you?
you were the only person who thought before he could, the brains behind the operation if you will. you understood him more than he understood himself, which is why when it all ended, it was a shock to both of you. MSBY knows your name, and your friends know his; in good and bad ways respectively. on his way to the cafe he prepared for the scenario in which he sees you. he wasnt ready. but he would never be ready, so better now than never.
Well, screw that and screw you / You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do
you both knew hurt, being in love for so long would do that to someone. breaking up really always was a two sided thing. finally arriving at the cafe, in hopping out and going back in, the first thing he sees is your face.
Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy / Not me, if you ever cared to ask
hearing those words come from your mouth stung. he knows he hurt you, but he was in pain too. he just hoped you would accept his apology. of course maybe he just realized that that miserable dark abyss in his stomach was missing you.
Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me / Baby, God, I wish that I could do that
“y/n... you look like youre doing great,” he says, his first words to you since the breakup. ‘god i wish that i could do that,’ he finishes in his mind. “do i really?,” you ask all the love and longing youve been suppressing all this time.
I've lost my mind / I've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom
those words impacted both of you. that admission showed the opening up from you to start the healing process. “im sorry baby, yer the most important thing to me. really. management is fucked but i dont really need them. i just need you. please y/n, just consider me. i care. i care more than you think. please can we just try again?” he begs, hoping for a chance with the love of his life. “itll take time. and ive missed you too for the record. but ill give us a try, you just have to give me time,” you reason. “hey baby, ill give you all the time in the goddamn world just to have you back again.”
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michelangelinden · 3 years
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don’t come into a man’s house and insult his shampoo (unless it’s you boyfriend’s)
Hello @fighttoshine
I hope you had a great willex week!! I wrote you some soft willex for the gift exchange, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!
you’ll find the AO3 link in a reblog! (also thanks to @iti-iskuna for beta reading, love you bro)
  “I’m sorry, what?“
  Alex sits up from his slouch on the sofa, holding his phone closer to his ear. He can hear Willie sigh on the other end of the line.
  “I broke my wrist trying to skate off the hill on Bradbury Road.”
  Alex scoffs. Unbelievable.
  “After I told you three times that you shouldn’t because you’ll fall and break something, you actually did it and fucking broke something?” Alex groans and closes his eyes, dragging a hand over his face dramatically. “I don’t want to say it, but I really want to say it.”
  “Say it.”
  “I told you so.”
  Willie sighs again, but Alex can hear him laugh a little. At least someone is amused by this.
  “Yeah, you did,” Willie agrees after a moment.
  “Where are you now? Did you go to the hospital? Should I come over? I –“ Willie cuts him off with a laugh. Alex clears his throat.
  “Calm down, will you? I’m fine.” Willie pauses for Alex to let out a breath of relief. “Yes, I went to the hospital, my wrist is in cast now and I want you to be the first person to sign it.” Alex doesn’t know if he wants to laugh at that or sigh again. “I’m at home now and I’m fine, Alex, you don’t have to come over. I’ll –“ Alex hears him breathe in and out quickly, “I’ll manage.”
  “You don’t sound too convinced yourself,” Alex says with a small laugh. “Just call me, if you need me, okay? I don’t have to work today, so I’m pretty much available all day.”
  “I’ll keep that in mind. Now go be bored or whatever you do on free days, I’ll call you later, okay?”
  “Yes, please.”
  “Bye, hotdog.”
  Alex huffs out a laugh.
  “See you, speed bump”, he says and hangs up after that.
  As soon as he drops his phone next to him he slumps back into the sofa cushions, rubbing his eyes. Willie is such an idiot. Why the hell is he dating him?
 ***
   It’s not even an hour later that Willie calls him again.
  “When you told me you’d call me ‘later’ I didn’t expect you for another hour or two.” Alex is standing at the open fridge, his phone on speaker on the kitchen counter.
  “Shut up”, Willie says and Alex can hear him breathing heavily. He turns to the phone with a frown.
  “Are you okay? Why are you out of breath?”
  “I –“ Willie has to take another breath before continuing, ”I tried to take a shower. Did the whole- wrapped the cast in a plastic bag, couldn’t open a single bottle,” he swallows audibly, “so I tried to hold it between my legs.  “Alex closes his eyes, afraid of what’s to come. “Almost slipped twice!” Willie pauses. “And then I gave up.”
  Alex heaves a sigh. He feared the worst: that Willie’s in the hospital again because he cracked his skull open or something equally as horrible.
  “So?”, he asks eventually, after the silence grows into a solid minute.
  “I need your help.”
  He fucking knew it. But he doesn’t say it again, so he just laughs a little.
  “I’ll hurry.”
  “Please don’t, I need more time to be embarrassed.” He sounds so tired.
  “See you in a bit,” Alex says with a smile.
  A pause lingers on the other end.
  “Yeah, whatever,” Willie answers but Alex can still hear his smile.
 ***
  Willie sure is a sight when he opens the door for Alex half an hour later. Alex tries to hold back a laugh but can’t help smirking when he sees him.
  Willie's hair is in the absolute worst bun ever: half his hair is falling out and framing his face. He’s wearing bright red boxer shorts and a short-sleeved patterned button up, with only half the buttons done and most of them in the wrong holes, too. But his expression is the best – he looks so tired and so alert at the same time, as if some new challenge would jump at him at any second, his nose flaring with every breath he takes, his lips pressed into a tight line.
  “You,” Alex starts, gesturing with his hand up and down Willie's body, “look a mess.”
  “I am a mess, Alex!” Willie answers pointedly.
  For a moment they just stare at each other, Alex with half of a lopsided grin on his face, Willie still looking grumpy.
  It takes another moment before all of the tension and energy leaves Willie's body and he slumps forward into him, Alex just barely catching him so that they don’t topple over into the hallway. Willie has his arms hooked tightly around Alex’s torso, his face pressed into his shoulder. Alex’s brain takes a second to catch up, but then he loops an arm around Willie's back, rubbing a hand over his shoulder, holding the back of his head gently with the other.
  “Hey,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. Willie squeezes him a little tighter and Alex feels the cast on his right hand press into his back.
  Willie heaves a sigh.
  “I broke my wrist again,” he says, followed by an empty chuckle. Alex can’t help but smile a little and squeezes him back.
  “Yeah,” he answers, his amusement noticeable through his voice. Willie sighs again.
  “I’m 23.” His words are muffled by Alex jacket, but he can hear his disappointment clearly. It’s not the first time something like this has happened. From what Willie has told him since they got to know each other, he’s broken nearly every bone in his body at least once. Doesn’t make it any more fun when it happens again and again.
  “It was a skateboard accident. Those things happen.”
  Willie loosens his grip around Alex and pulls back a little, looking up at him.
  “Are you mad?”
  Alex is only a little mad. It was an accident, yes, but a stupid one, that could have easily been avoided. But Willie's eyes look soft and the corners of his mouth are drooping slightly and suddenly, Alex isn’t that mad anymore.
  “Not enough,” he tells him honestly. A smile flicks across Willie's face, causing him to giggle quietly. Warmth blooms in Alex’s chest at the sight and he leans forward without thinking, pressing a soft kiss onto Willie's forehead, his lips lingering for a second, before he pulls back again. The smile is now stuck to Willie's lips as his gaze meets Alex’s again, and he calls that a success.
  “Let’s get you inside, huh?”, he says then, letting Willie take the lead in pulling away from their hug and offering his hand for him to take, following him into his apartment.
  Inside Alex toes off his sneakers and shrugs off his jacket before steering Willie into his kitchen. He lifts him easily, planting him onto the kitchen counter and letting him talk about what happened exactly, while he busies himself with making tea for both of them.
  Willie tells him about the original dare from one of his skater friends Alex tried to talk him out of for days, how his ride down the hill started out okay and then went – well, downhill, quite literally, pretty fast. Alex sucks in a breath when Willie mentions the rock he oversaw and how he smoothly landed in the soft grass, only for his wrist to be at a too awkward an angle to be healthy. One of his friends took him to the hospital and Alex smiled in relief when Willie tells him that the nurses said it wasn’t that bad, just, you know, broken, and his wrist had to stay in a cast for a few weeks. The pain isn’t even that bad, Willie also tells him, and his painkillers aren’t that strong either.
  After he hands him a mug and Willie takes a generous sip, Alex steps between his legs, gently lifting Willie's bandaged wrist to look at it closer up. Everything looks perfectly in place, giving Alex not a single think to worry about, apart from the broken bone it covers. He sighs and carefully lets go of the cast, placing his hands on Willie's hips and looking up to meet his gaze.
  “You’re an idiot”, he says, but his voice is warm and tender and he doesn’t sound upset in the slightest.
  Willie puts his mug down and lifts his arms, laying them on Alex’s shoulders, the fingers of his healthy hand brushing through the hair on the back of his head.
  “I know,” he answers and leans down to kiss him, but Alex’s eyes catch something else and he has to pull back a little. He doesn’t give Willie the chance to be confused before his hands come up to the front of his shirt.
  “This,” he starts, fiddling with one of the buttons, “bothers me.” He unbuttons it quickly and slips it through the correct hole one further up, before continuing with the ones below.
  Willie chuckles slightly, watching Alex’s fingers as he continues to button up his shirt correctly.
  “Better,” Alex says eventually and smooths down the fabric over Willie's chest. His hands trail upwards until they settle on Willie's jaw.
  “Thanks”, Willie whispers. He leans forward again, finally connecting their lips. Warmth grows around them as they kiss, the smell of green tea and Willie's cologne settling in Alex’s mind, driving him to push further into him, parting his lips slightly. Willie welcomes him, the hand on the back of Alex’s head pulling him closer, before he pulls back the tiniest bit.
  “You have to help me wash my hair,” Willie says as they separate and Alex’s head drops to his chest, laughter tumbling from his lips. Willie laughs, too, and for a moment their voices echo through the kitchen.
  “I-,“ Alex starts, calming down again, “yes, I will help you wash your hair.” He tugs a strand of hair behind Willie's ear, maybe to prove his point or maybe just because he wants to.
  “Thank you,” Willie answers, giving him a last peck on the lips, before pulling his hands back and grabbing his mug again.
  They finish their tea quickly, before Willie jumps off the counter and leads Alex into the bathroom.
  Alex has stayed over a few times before, so he’s taken the occasional shower here. He’s just never really thought about the amount of hair care products Willie owns, up until the point where he has to use them now.
  Willie has sat down in front of the bath, a towel draped over his shoulders, his hair free from his bun and tossed over the edge. Alex is standing next to him, his eyes on the variety of bottles on the ledge.
  “Uh, do you want your hair to be voluminous, shiny or moisturized today?” he asks with a confused frown on his face. Willie chuckles next to him.
  “Take the blue bottle, that’s my go-to shampoo,” Willie tells him and Alex reaches over to grab it, the label reading ‘for strong and healthy hair – coconut and argan oil’. He flicks the cap open to take a sniff, but doesn’t even have to lift it to his nose before the smell hits him right in the face.
  “Oof,” he says immediately, leaning away a little. “How can something that smells so strongly make your hair smell so good?”
  Willie turns towards him with a smirk.
  “You think my hair smells good?”
  Alex feels his cheeks heat up the slightest bit, but he’s not going to get flustered by Willie now.
  “Duh. I’d be worried if it didn’t, with the variety of products you have available.” He turns away from him to unhook the shower head from the wall. When he turns back to him, Willie is slowly running a hand through his hair.
  “It’s really important to me,” he says softly, twisting a strand around his finger before dropping it.
  Alex places the showerhead and the shampoo bottle in the bath, before kneeling down beside him. He places his hand over Willie's on his hair.
  “I know,” he says quietly, matching Willie's voice, “and I love it so much.” Willie turns his head to look at him. “Which is why I’m very glad that you trust me with it.”
  Willie just smiles at him as an answer and Alex squeezes his hand lightly, before removing it. Willie moves his own hand from his hair to the towel clutched around his shoulders, gripping it a little tighter.
  Alex gets up again to turn on the water, struggling a little to turn it so that Willie doesn’t get wet. It doesn’t work immediately; Willie lets out a little squeak as ice-cold water hits him on his bare forearm and he squirms away slightly. Alex angles the water further away from him, hitting himself in the process, and soon they’re both giggling before they even started properly.
  After Alex has finally mastered the water situation and waited for it to get to a comfortable temperature, he crouches back down. He adjusts Willie's hair over the edge of the bath and carefully tilts his head a little further back with a hand on his jaw. Willie squirms a little when the water touches his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a second.
  “Is it still too cold?” Alex asks nervously, pulling the shower head back and holding his hand under the water again.
  “No, I was just surprised,” Willie reassures him. “It’s been a while since someone washed my hair.”
  “When was the last time you’ve been to the hairdresser?” Alex asks as he continues wetting Willie's hair, a lot slower and more careful this time.
  “Uh, I don’t know. Probably when I was like 13 or something.”
  Alex stares at him incredulously. He has been to the hairdresser like four weeks ago.
  “What?” Willie asks, turning his head a little, but Alex tilts it back into its original position. “I cut it myself, I don’t trust people with it. And I normally don’t like when people touch my head, it makes me uncomfortable.”
  Alex pulls his hand from his hair immediately.
  “What?” he says quickly, before Willie can protest. “Why did you never say anything? I’m so sorry.” He now remembers all the times he buried his hands in Willie's hair, casually, when they were kissing or cuddling or –
  “Alex, no” Willie cuts in. “I- I don’t like it when other people touch my hair.” One hand leaves the towel still wrapped around his shoulders and settles on Alex knee, squeezing slightly. “I like it when you do it. I really do.” His eyes find Alex’ and he smiles that honest smile that Alex loves so much. “I promise.”
  Alex heaves a small sigh and Willie huffs a laugh.
  “Okay,” he says, and Willie squeezes his knee again.
  They smile at each other one last time, before Alex gets back to wetting Willie's hair. Willie only jumps a little bit, when the water touches his head again and Alex tilts his head back to get to his roots.
  “Imma give you the whole hairdresser experience”, he says, as he begins awkwardly scrubbing at Willie's scalp.
  “Oh my god, please don’t,” Willie answers, giggling a little.
  When Alex is satisfied with the wetness of Willie's hair, he turns the water off and puts the shower head to the side. He picks up the shampoo bottle again, flicks the cap open but holds it a little further away from him than before, as to not be punched in the face by the smell again.
  “Oh, come one, it’s not that bad,” Willie comments, grinning at Alex’s reaction.
  “It’s just -“, Alex pauses dramatically, “so strong.” He turns the bottle over to squeeze some shampoo into his palm. “What- why is it purple?”
  “I don’t know, man, white would be boring.”
  “White would be normal”, Alex murmurs as he pours out some more, closing the bottle and putting it aside.
  “Hey, you don’t come into a man’s house and insult his shampoo.” Willie turns to look at him and frowns, but the smile on his lips betrays him.
  “You do when it’s your boyfriend.” Alex leans down to give him a peck on the cheek. He feels Willie blush underneath his lips, smiling as he leans back.
  “So. let’s do this then,” he tells himself as begins to distribute the shampoo in Willie's hair. It foams up pretty quickly, Alex’s fingers working it into the strands, the light purple foam hiding them easily.
  It’s an unusual experience for both of them.
  The only person’s hair Alex has ever washed, apart from his own, is his younger sister’s, but he couldn’t have been much older than eight when that happened the last time. Willie's hair is longer than hers, too, and although he knows the feeling of it underneath his skin, knows how it acts when he runs his fingers through it, it feels completely different now that it’s wet and soapy.
  Willie relaxes more the longer Alex continues his work. His eyes have closed after less than a minute and he’s leaned his head further back, completely pliant under Alex’s hands. Alex watches with a smile as Willie lets out a satisfied sigh.
  “I could get used to this,” he says, his voice almost a whisper.
  “How long do you have to wear your cast?” Alex pulls his hands away from Willie's head and reaches for the shower head.
  “Like four weeks or something.” Willie has opened one eye and is peering at him.
  “Then you might get used to it.” Alex gets up to turn on the water and to test its temperature again, washing the shampoo off his hands in the process. When he deems it comfortable, he turns back to Willie, only to see that both his eyes are open now and he’s looking at Alex with his mouth half open.
  “What?” he asks, anxious that he’s said the wrong thing or done something embarrassing.
  “I love you.”
  Alex blinks at him.
  “You -“ he starts, but stops again. “What?”
  A smile flicks across Willie's face.
  “I lo-“ he starts to repeat but Alex interrupts him.
  “No. No, you can’t just- you can’t just drop that!“ He pauses. “You- wait,” he cuts himself off, noticing the water still running from the shower head in his hand and he turns, shutting the water off and putting it down. Willie follows every movement until Alex drops to his knees next to him and their eyes lock. “What?”
  Willie chuckles. He takes one hand off the towel and takes one of Alex’s, but his hand is still wet and a little slippery, so it doesn’t have the reassuring effect it’s probably supposed to have.
  “I love you, Alex”, Willie repeats, his voice heavy with emotion, his thumb brushing over Alex’s knuckles. It takes all of Alex’s willpower not to surge forward and kiss him.
  “You-, I-“, Alex doesn’t get much further than that before he has to take a breath. “I love you, too,” he says, but where Willie's voice has been strong and sure, Alex’s is soft and honest. His gaze flicks all over Willie's face, watching his eyes crinkle at the sides and his mouth pull into a smile.
  Willie pulls at his hand and Alex understands what he wants, finally leaning forward and kissing him sweetly. His free hand reaches up and settles on the side of his neck, his thumb following his jaw until –
  He pulls back earlier than he wants to, but his thumb touches the shampoo foam still in Willie's hair. He lets out a small laugh.
  “Willie, you’re – you’re so close to getting shampoo in your eyes,” he says, wiping his soapy thumb on the towel around Willie's shoulders.
  Willie laughs and his eyes roll so far upwards that it looks almost comical, trying to spot the shampoo suds slowly trailing down his forehead. Alex moves to get up and starts to pull his hand away from Willie's to start washing his hair out, but he doesn’t get far before Willie pulls at his hand again, very subtly, just to make him turn to him.
  “Hey,” he says when their eyes meet. “I love you.”
  Alex blushes way too fast, the heat blooming in his cheeks all the way up to his ears.
  “I love you, too,” he tells him and squeezes his hand.
  It takes another moment before Alex is fully himself again. Checking the water temperature takes much longer, because his hands are too shaky to adjust it as delicately as before.
  The smiles don’t leave their faces while Alex washes the shampoo out of Willie’s hair and they still don’t when he applies conditioner and they still don’t when he washes that out too. They stay in a comfortable silence, Alex working carefully, Willie staying relaxed and enjoying the comfort of Alex’s gentle hands on his head.
  Alex totally gets why Willie is so attached to his hair. It’s beautiful in every way.
  When he has it in a low bun, small strands framing his face, dancing in the soft breeze surrounding him. When it’s left down and flowy, following him steadily as he runs around the park, turning back to Alex, glowing around his head like a halo. When it’s still and wavy, spread out behind him, a stark contrast to the white pillow, Alex playing with its soft strands when they wake up together. And also, when it’s dark and shiny underneath his hands, following the stream of the water, wrapping around his fingers as if on their own, smoother and softer than it has ever been.
  It doesn’t take them long to finish and soon Willie is handing Alex a t-shirt – not a towel, they’re bad for hair – to dry it a little. Alex tries not to be too rushed with his motions, ignoring his muscle memory and being much slower and more careful than he would be with his own hair.
  “You know, I could probably do that on my own again,” Willie mentions as Alex begins to run a comb through his hair, untangling it strand by strand.
  “I know,” Alex says, his eyes meeting Willie's in the mirror for a quick second before going back to his work. “But it’s part of the process.” He catches Willie's smile out of the corner of his eyes.
  Actually, neither of them have really stopped smiling for the past few minutes.
  “What do you think,” he starts, not looking up this time, “do you want me to braid it?”
  He watches Willie breathe in and nod slightly, fiddling with his unbroken wrist to get off one of the hair ties he always carries around.
  Alex reaches around Willie, places the comb on the edge of the sink and accepts the tie from him, slipping it onto his own wrist. He separates Willie's hair into three sections. He’s never learned how to french-braid, but he’s sure it’s okay if stays simple. His movements aren’t skilled, but still fluid, the repetitive motion settling in his brain. He ties the braid off at the end, pulling the strands apart a little to fluff it up.
  “All done,” he says, running his hand over the back of Willie head one last time, before resting on his shoulders.
  Willie catches his gaze in the mirror, smiling brightly, and he turns around, taking Alex’s arms and putting them around his neck. He snakes his own around Alex’s waist, stepping closer and pressing a kiss to the corner of Alex’s mouth.
  “Thank you,” he whispers, so close that Alex can feel the words on his skin.
  “I love you,” he whispers back, accompanied by a kiss to the top of his cheek.
  “I love you, too.”
  And then Willie kisses him properly.
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eevee-eclair · 3 years
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Family Resemblance
Written by Eevee
Things to look out for: brief mention of blood, pain, crying, swearing, eating trash, mention of throwing up, (please tell me if I missed one!)
Random side note: Haha raccoon man go brrr (also it impossible for me to write pure fluff, I’m so sorry)
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All of Phil’s sons had some kind of animal they were mixed with. All except for Tommy so far. Techno had pig like features, Wilbur had his fish scales, and he himself had his wings. What Tommy had, they had yet to find out.
But that didn’t bother any of them. No, it bothered Tommy because he looked different. But his family started getting hopeful when Techno noticed small habit changes.
He saw him spending more time at night than the morning and was always waking up late. He took up whistling and hissed at anything that was vaguely threatening. Tommy also became more nosy and destructive than normal. His room was always a mess, but he refused to clean it.
So a few days after his fifteenth birthday when he gained his physical animal traits, no one was that surprised.
———
Techno was always the first awake. After he finishes his first cup of coffee, Wilbur usually comes up and then Phil is right behind him. Tommy has started to sleep in later, but he was always up an hour or so later.
But today he never showed up. It was almost noon before they all went to his room to see if he was awake. What they found delighted them and scared them; mostly scared them though.
Tommy was laying on his floor, a deep growl coming from somewhere in his throat. He looked in pain so they all rushed over. He saw them and hissed, trying to crawl away but ended up backing himself into a corner.
Phil held Techno and Wilbur back and pointed at his face. “Look, does his face look darker to you?”
The two older boys looked at their younger brother and nodded. “Yeah, like there’s a mask on him,” Wilbur said.
Techno pulled away and slowly made his way to Tommy. “Hey, hey, hey! You’re okay, buddy,” he mumbled, crouching down. “It’s me, Blade.” He held out a hand.
Tommy calmed down slightly and seemed to sniff Techno’s hand. He recognized his brother’s sent and relaxed fully. Now he just looked scared.
“It hurts, Techno...” he whined, curling in on himself.
He sat down fully and ran his fingers through his hair. “I know, bro. You’ll be okay soon, I promise. Anything you need?” he asked, looking into his sky blue-turning-brown eyes.
Tommy whimpered in pain again. He pointed to his trash can. “Can you bring that over here..?”
Wilbur rushed it over. Everyone expected him to throw up, but they weren’t expecting him to eat the rotten food bits out of it. Phil quickly took it away.
“Whoa! You know trash is bad for ya, Tommy!” he cried, putting it back where Wilbur found it.
“But it tastes so good!” he wailed. “And it’s the only thing I haven’t thrown up since this morning!”
Techno sighed and turned to his dad. “Remember how I eat potatoes, Wilbur loves eating seaweed, and you eat seeds all the time? This is his food,” he explained. “Trash.”
“But that’s not healthy!” Phil argued. “Tommy how does steak sound? Or a Gapple?”
Tommy shook his head. “I snuck some earlier and they just came right back up. I’ve been living on trash since three,” he said, holding his stomach.
Wilbur sat down, worried. “Three am?! Tommy, why didn’t you wake us up?!”
“I didn’t wanna bother you... Plus, I was quiet! Techno didn’t even know I was there!” Tommy responded, frowning.
Said brother sighed. It was true, he didn’t hear or notice a thing last night. “True. But how’d you manage to sneak the Gapples from my room?” he asked, very confused. He was the lightest sleeper and most observant person in their family so it was hard to get into his room without him knowing, let alone steal.
“I was qui—“ he cut himself off with a large cry of pain. “Fuck! My back!”
Everyone looked to see a tail trying to push its way through. Tommy kept swearing and Phil didn’t badger him about it; he knew how painful this must be. He turned to Wilbur.
“Go call Tubbo and see if he can come home. I think seeing him will help Tommy,” he said.
Wilbur nodded and ran to the phone while Techno tried to reassure Tommy he was okay. He picked it up and punched in Tubbo’s number. It took a few rings before he picked up.
“Hello?”
Wilbur sighed in relief. “Tubbo! It’s me, Wil! Can you come here as fast as possible? I know you’re at a friend’s house but Tommy’s finally gained his physical animal traits and we think seeing you will help him.”
“Yeah, I’ll be right over!” he asked. Wilbur could hear him pulling on shoes.
Wilbur nodded, even though he couldn’t see. “Please hurry.” He hung up the phone and ran back upstairs.
Tommy’s tail was half out and they could see the tips of some ears. He sat back down next to him and rubbed his back. “Tubbo will be here soon, okay? You’re doing so good!”
He didn’t respond, he just kept swearing and crying. After about five minutes, the doorbell rang and Wilbur rushed downstairs to let Tubbo in.
“He’s upstairs, come on,” Wilbur said, dragging him in immediately and running back with Tubbo. “He’s here!”
Tommy looked up and whined. His eyes were completely brown and his tail was almost out. Tubbo ran over and sat in front of him.
“Hey, Tommy! It’s okay, you’ll be okay, alright? Do you trust me?” Tubbo got a small nod and he gave a brave smile. “Good. Then trust me when I say it’ll be over soon. Just hold on a little longer,” he said, holding onto Tommy’s hand. Tommy squeezed back, not saying anything but the occasional cuss word.
Phil stood up, knowing his youngest was in safe hands. “I’ll go get towels,” he told them before running off.
Techno watched him go and brought the trash can back over. “Here, Tommy. Eat some trash before he gets back. I used to eat out of the trash all the time and I turned out fine.”
Tommy gave a weak laugh but didn’t reach for what he called food. “N-not hungry...” he muttered.
“Let’s wait until his ears are out,” Wilbur suggested. “His tail is out and when his ears show the pain will ease up enough for him to eat.”
Tubbo nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense.” He took a glance at Tommy. “He look like a raccoon,” he told them, trying to start conversation.
Techno started making a pile of edible food for his brother. “Yeah, considering what I’ve seen him do that makes perfect sense.”
“What’s he been doing?” Tubbo asked.
As Techno filled Tubbo in on Tommy’s new behaviors, Wilbur comforted him. Eventually, Tommy let out a content sigh and let go of Tubbo’s hand, going completely limp.
“That hurt like hell,” he sighed after a while. “Why’d it hurt so bad..?”
Phil walked in with towels and handed one to Techno. “Because your body is rearranging itself to comply with the new appendages,” he explained, starting to dry the blood off his new tail while Techno worked the ears.
Tommy tried to pull away but was too tired to do much so he just let them continue. “I gotta wash these fuckers now, don’t I?” Everyone nodded and he huffed. “That’s no fair! Techno doesn’t have to wash his fangs!”
Techno snorted and Phil sighed. “No he doesn’t, but he still has to take care of his skin just like Wilbur goes swimming everyday and I go flying every morning.”
“Oh poo! You guys don’t have to brush knots out of something you can’t reach!”
Wilbur stepped in. “No, but it’s just as difficult. Swimming takes a lot of energy out of me and dad still has to groom his wings. Techno eats Gapples not just to stay strong but because it’s just as important as us eating vegetables,” he explained.
Techno and Phil pulled away and helped sit Tommy upright. As he reached for the pile of trash, they all took a good look at him.
His tail and ears had dark rings and his eyes were dark, almost black. He had a dark pattern on his face that looked like a mask and his teeth were a little sharper. His nose was slightly pinker and Tubbo gasped before leaning forward and booping him.
Tommy dropped his food bit and bleped, causing everyone—even Techno—to make an ‘aww’ sound. They all took turns booping him and he started to get angry.
“Stop that,” he said, pouting. “Let me eat!”
They all snickered and let him go back to eating. After he had finished, he yawned and curled his tail around his legs.
“Tired?” Phil asked with a small laugh. “It’s only two in the afternoon, son.”
Tommy huffed. “But I’m sleepy! Can I....“ he trailed off and they watched his gaze wonder to the gold bits holding Techno’s cape on. He reached for them and Techno moved away.
“Hey, hands off, Tommy!” he scolded. Then he saw the look of shame on his brother’s face and sighed. “Sorry, that was harsh. It’s just your animal instincts. Don’t worry, we’ll help you learn to control them.”
He nodded and dug through the trash some more. Tubbo was the one to break the awkward silence.
“So, what now? Do I have to go or can I stay?”
Phil smiled. “You’re always welcome to stay, Tubbo. I’m sure Tommy would appreciate it too.”
Tommy pulled out a Gapple core and started chewing on it. “Yeah! I can show you how to climb a tree and dig through trash!” he said with a mouthful of food.
Wilbur took the core from him. “You know how to climb a tree...?” he asked. Techno was just as confused.
“Yeah, it’s not hard!” He stood up and pulled Tubbo up with him. “Come on!”
Tommy’s family watched him go, his new tail wagging from side to side in a blur. Wilbur stood up and sighed. “Well, I’m going swimming. Have fun you two.”
Wilbur walked away and Techno got up also. “I’m gonna make sure they don’t hurt themselves,” he said, following his brother out the door.
After a while, Phil stood up and walked out to start on dinner. Apparently Tommy did know how to climb a tree so they all watched him leap from branch to branch.
Everyone agreed that a raccoon suited him perfectly.
~~~
Hey, thanks for reading this! If you enjoyed please reblog, it helps me stay motivated to write more. Comments are also very appreciated! I might also write some Tubbee or Tubbo with horns if this gets enough attention
(Also, sorry for the rushed ending)
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pamgkrthwrites · 4 years
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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader Soulmate Headcannons
It’s 2210, I have school tomorrow, am in huge amount of pain, buT I CANNOT UNTHINK THESE. Bakugou became my comfort character and so I need this while writing Flame of Healing. LETS GO!
Personally, I don’t think reader would be a hero, but their line of work is still public eye(I’m thinking modelling).
Also we are going with the Soulmate Au where their name is on your dominant wrist.
Also also, like Flame of Healing, reader has a  regenerational which can turn the users hair to a green fire.
Also also also, again, like in Foame of Healing, Reader’s mother is a pro hero named Phoenix.
You see him at the UA sports festival and see him as a mutt.
“I don’t care if he has the same name as my Soulmate Ma! They had to put a  muzzle on him!”
Even if your mother and you disagree on him she still puts in a offer for him to intern with her. She isn’t surpised he didn’t choose her she not a top 10 hero and he did win.
When you grow up and become a model you became popular quickly and would often do QnA with fans on Instagram.
It was when you were 19 you started to really follow Ground Zero’s caree and became a fan.
So much of a fan you only agreed to do shoots in his merch.
His PR team snatched at this because, comeone, who is modeling for this dude?
They asked you to do a shoot in PJs, hoddies, sports wear, swim wear, and even underwear.
Course, Bokugou had to approve of your shoots and he would get butterflies whenever he saw you. He adored the images of you in Ground Zero underwear.
You were following him on his socials anyway and his Agency followed you and reposted your shoots but he started following you back.
He noticed your name was the same on his wrist but thought it could jus be a  coincidence. That happens right.
Until you two were 20 and you modeling Agency asked if he wanted a shoot with you in a sportswear shoot.
He usually said no... but the idea of being close to you made his heart pound.
All his friends picked up in his little crush for you but didn’t understand why.
“Bro, your 21st is less then a year away! Once your soulmate sees you with her they might get jealous!”
He was slightly hoping you were his soulmate but he didn’t tell a soul that.
When he met you and the shooting range he was surpised.
You were shorter then he thought you were.
“H-hey, Ground Zero!” You smiles nervously. “I’m Y/N! Nice to meet you!”
God you were adorable.
He is surpised that they made you two cover your soulmate names but he found out from the makeup crew they started doing this to avoid people catfishing models with their soulmates name.
Which he gets so angry at the idea of.
Some guy pretends to be a models soulmate is a waste of space to him!
Hero agencies made Hero’s cover up their soulmates names to make sure they weren’t attacked but that was a recent thing.
Anyway the photo shoot-
You looked so F I N E.
He couldn’t help the butterflies he felt.
And neither could you.
You thought it was from meeting your favourite hero tho.
After the shoot he offers you his private Instagram and so you follow on your own priv.
That’s were he sees how much of a meme you really are.
Posts like “IMAGINE HAVING ED :,)”
Yeah, that was concerning.
His 21st rolls around and he doesn’t get his letter about his soulmate so he counts down when your 21st is.
Twitter was the funniest to tease him.
He started roasting heroes on twitter and you replied to your mother’s roast with “Lol imagine being related to a hero. Smh.”
He reblogs with “Imagine coseplaying as me for a job”
Bro his fans go wild
You reblog with “WHO TOLD HIM?! WHO SNITCHED?!”
Your fans find you two so cute.
He messages you on priv tho with “I would pay hella for a only fans”
“Only if my soulmate allows it Suki 😌”
He starts to doubt your his soulmate and thinks you already found them for some reason.
So when your 21st rolls around, your friends stay up to see the email, while Bakugou goes to bed at his bedtime.
He wakes up to the email and a bunch of drunken 1am texts from you.
“Can’t believe my main is my soulmate 🥰🥰🥰”
“Have I ever confessed you look hella in your hero suit? I would die to get tucked wi Th that”
11am sober you isn’t happy and hides in the apartment.
He tries calling you so many times before he decides to just post to Twitter.
“10000 Likes for me to go to my soulmates house RN”
You reply with “Bet”
He reaches his goal in 10 minutes.
10 minutes later your door bed rings.
FuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUCK!
You open the door so, SO tiny to see him.
“Oh um... Hi Suki?” You nervously smile.
He forces his way into your apartment and closes the door only to then kiss you so, SO passionately.
“I don’t have my hero costume but you wanna-“
“I AM A CHANGED SOBER WOMAN”
WAY later into the day he posts on Twitter “I banged her so hard she makes Easrerhead’s training look like a jog honestly.”
Aizawa replies with “Please do not compare my class to your love life No-Life Zero. Congratulate tho”
Bakugou laughs so loud he wakes you up and you reblog his tweet. “Bitch a lair. We watched Disney movies.”
He YANKS your phone after he sees your tweet.
“EXCUSE ME YOUNG LADY FOR PROPER AFTERCARE!”
But now your agencies have an issue to deal with.
You two openly thirst tweeting each other on the daily.
“Can’t imagine being as hot as Ground Zero. He can Ground me any day tho 😘”
Which he replies with “🙂Baby Girl if you don’t shut the fuck up I will ground you.😈”
your fans become shippers so fast.
The media is wild.
All his friends are confused as shit tho.
Denki posts “Imagine having a hot model as your soulmate”
Which you reblog with “AH OH STINKY😪”
Which leads to Denki calling Bolugou.
“BRO PLEASE SHE IS BULLYING ME.”
“Good go fuck yourself”
Am I done? Yes. It’s now 2250 and Imma head to bed. NIGHT!
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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years
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Amor Prohibido
Characters: EZ Reyes x black!reader
Summary/Request: Like maybe the Mayans are selling guns to another motorcycle club/gang and the Prez is her dad or someone related to her. They meet at a party and get to know each other or something... but her relative tells Bishop to shut that shit down. EZ’s like “Emily who?”, they date (in secret) anyway, but the guys he’s close to in the M.C. tell him to stay away from her. Idk if you’ve heard of Selena Quintanilla but her song Amor prohibido is a vibe... (cliché, i know). maybe w/ angst or smut🤷🏾‍♀️ and the reader is feisty as hell lol @morena-barbie
Warnings: Smut
A/N: I finally got @morena-barbie request done! And I finally got to write for EZ ❤️ Anyways requests are open! Enjoy, don’t be afraid to comment or reblogging
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EZ stared at you from afar while Angel rambled on about Adelita. He hated that he wasn’t holding you at the moment.
“Stop staring, Boy Scout.” Coco nudged him.
“I’m not.”
“Then why are you drooling?” Gilly pointed out, making Angel and Coco laugh.
After the laughs subsided, Angel hooked his arm around his brother’s neck. “I get it, bro. She’s fine. But her dad is more dangerous than Galindo and we’re doing business with him. It’s a bad idea.”
“I know, Angel.” EZ said to appease his brother, but it was too late. You and him were a couple for a little over four months.
The two of you met back at Stanford. Both people of color at a PWI and the two of you instantly clicked when you sat next to each other in English lit.
Even back then you had a crush on EZ, but he was still with Emily at the time. So, you kept your feelings hidden and remained friends, but even that didn’t last long. EZ got arrested for killing that cop and eventually he stopped writing you back.
You two reconnected when you so happen to bump into him while your dad was doing business with the Mayans and the Galindo cartel. What a difference eight years did. EZ was no longer a boy, but a grown ass man and now part of a biker gang.
Your eyes would flit over to EZ every so often, you wanted to be next to him. Currently, you were standing beside Nathan, your dad’s head of security and a constant pain in your ass. Both him and your dad thought you would be the perfect couple, but you weren’t interested because he wasn’t EZ.
“Excuse me, I’m gonna check on the other guests,” you excused yourself from Nathan, Miguel, and his wife.
EZ saw you coming over and the corners of his lips tugged into a smile. “Fellas,” you nodded to the whole group. “How’s everything?”
“Good. The margaritas strong as shit, though.” Coco tipped his cup and finished the drink.
“It’s not stopping you!” You joked, pointing to his empty cup.
“How are you, Y/N?” EZ asked, wanting your attention back on him.
“Good, just a little sore. I did some extra cardio last night.” You licked your lips, remembering your workout.
Y’all were on round 3. Round 1 was the pool where you gave EZ some sloppy top and then he eagerly returned the favor. Round 2 was on the kitchen counter where EZ slid inside of you while licking vanilla ice cream from your nipples. Round 3 was on the couch where you both attempted to watch a movie until you backing your ass on EZ ended with you taking a pounding from behind.
“Baby, please.” You were begging, reaching behind you to hold onto his arm. You needed the release. EZ was edging you for teasing him while he was watching the movie.
“No, I told you to quit it and you didn’t listen. I really wanted to watch that movie.”
You looked over your shoulder and gave him a shit-eating grin. “But I’m so much more entertaining,” You clenched around EZ making him falter a bit.
“Naughty girl,” EZ chuckled, his lips ghosting over your back. He proceeded to the fuck you silly. Words were not a thing. He had every intention of driving you wild, making any other man you ever been with a distance memory.
“Cum on my cock, baby.” The flood gates opened; you came all over EZ. He fucked you through it until he filled up the condom.
EZ turned you over onto your back and kissed down the column of your neck. “Can we finish the movie now?” His voice muffled by your neck.
Laughing you turned to the side, so the two of you could cuddle and finish the movie with no distractions, hopefully.
“Sounds brutal. Maybe you should go a little easier on yourself.” EZ commented, enjoying he was the cause of your soreness.
“Yeah, my trainer is a real hardass.” Your little téte-à-téte was turning you on and you were about to make up some excuse to need EZ’s help, but Emily showed up.
It was bullshit. She didn’t need anything from you. Ever since you showed up Emily could feel EZ pull away. His attention was never focused on her anymore, but always on you. She could never stand you. Whenever she would call EZ while he was at Stanford it was always Y/N this, Y/N that, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.
Then at this celebration, the men could not keep their eyes off you, including her husband. Then it wasn’t just your beauty that enticed them, it was your brains as well. Usually, surrounded by powerful men, Emily was used to being the smartest woman in the room. Now she was second best.
You allowed Emily to pull you away, but you weren’t listening to the conversation at all. Your eyes kept drifting to EZ and the rest of the Mayans. They weren’t stuck up at all like the Galindos and Nathan.
Emily soon noticed you weren’t present with them and decided to fuck with you. “Y/N, are you dating anyone? I’m sure any man is lucky to have you.”
This bitch. If it didn’t start a war, you would wrap your hands around her tiny ass throat. For the life of you, you couldn’t understand why this married woman felt entitled to be jealous over EZ. Well, she choose the wrong bitch to fuck with today.
“As a matter of fact, I am.” Your smile grew bigger as you thought about the bomb you were about to drop.
“Who’s the lucky guy?” Emily believed you would lie and consequently hurt EZ’s feelings and he’ll come running back to her.
Your father so happened to be walking by and heard the conversation. You never told him or your mom anything about dating anybody. He stopped to hear your answer.
“Him.” Spinning around you pointed at EZ laughing at something stupid Angel said.
EZ felt like there were a thousand stares on him and when he turned around, he saw you smiling, pointing at him. “Oh shit.”
“What the hell did you do, Ezekiel?” Angel questioned, feeling uncomfortable about the stares he was also getting by just being in close proximity to his little brother.
“Remember when you told me to leave Y/N alone?”
“Yeah, dumbass. I just told you.”
“It was too little, too late. We’ve been dating for four months.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you get a hard-on for women you shouldn’t be with?”
Seeing Emily’s face was worth it. You didn’t want to out your relationship with EZ until later, but Emily gave you no other choice.
Leaving behind your parents, the Galindos, and Nathan you walked up to EZ, put your hands on either side of his face and pulled him down for a kiss. His hesitancy produced a giggle from you. He was trying his hardest to be modest, when all he really wanted to was throw you against a wall.
Before the kiss could get too scandalous, you pulled away from EZ and wiped some of your lip gloss from his lips. “Everyone listen up, me and Ezekiel are a couple. Nothing or no one,” you stared directly at your dad and then Emily, “will stop us. If you got a problem with that, then you can kindly fuck off. We’ll make sure it will not affect any business. We good? Miguel? Bishop? Daddy?” You asked each man, refraining from saying Emily’s name.
“I’m good, if they’re good. Specifically, your dad.” Bishop held his hands in surrender. He thought it was good that the prospect wasn’t focused on Emily anymore and he had to thank you for that.
Miguel nodded his head in agreeance. Anything to keep Ezekiel Reyes from his wife was good to him.
Your dad knew he shouldn’t have tried to control your love life. Every time he tried to push something on you, you rebelled. He could tell Nathan was pissed to lose you to some low life, but when he saw how you and EZ looked at each other, he knew he couldn’t deny you. “Take care of her, Prospect.”
EZ shook your dad’s hand, “I will, sir.”
You squealed and jumped in his arms. Now no one could take you away from your man.
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angst drabble with jungkook please? HIT ME WITH THE PAIN. COME AT ME BRO. i’m probably going to regret this LMFAO
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order description. Jungkook’s always missing you, it’s just on a rainy day that’s also your anniversary that he’s missing you the most.
customers. jeon jungkook / reader course. angst / teeny tiny bit of fluff :’) total bill. 1.5k words allergies. angst, character death (major), grieving, pain, crying :(
note ! @sketchguk thank you for being there for me during my rambles of how insecure i am about my writing sjwjsjsjjs. if the read more doesn’t work on mobile, i’m sorry :(
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— primroses: i can’t live without you, eternal love
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Jungkook’s made this trip more times than he count, comes probably every other week or so, and has visited so many times that he could probably get here with his eyes closed —even though that wouldn’t be very smart— but for some reason, today feels harder than normal.
His grip on the steering wheel tightens, the ridges of his knuckles going white as he clenches his jaw, chest heaving with each shaky breath that fills his lungs. The skin under his dark circles is tinged pink, red-rimmed eyes staring out into the distance as he musters you the courage to grow some balls and get out of his car. His legs feel like deadweights, and he can barely get himself out of the driver’s seat, eyes cast downward at the cracks and divots in the concrete. He follows each line and chasm in the asphalt that’s stained with rainwater. The squishy sounds of his shoes against the freshly trimmed, damp grass momentarily distracts him from his thoughts. Drops of dew cling precariously onto the blades of grass, glittering like jewels. He looks for anything and everything to get his mind off of her. His heart feels heavier today, the ache that resounds in his heart worsening with each day that passes.
Tears sting the base of his eyes, pooling in the corners of his doe eyes as he sniffles, struggling to hide the trembling of his body and the quivering of his bottom lip. Pearly, white teeth graze over the plump flesh of his bottom lip as he tightens his grip on the bouquet of flowers in his hand. His feet seem as if they are glued to the ground, imprinted in the soft and slightly damp, muddy patch of grass. Squatting down, he places the bouquet of primroses next to the structure, the pad of his thumb gently brushing against the yellow and pink petals. He glances up at the sky, trying his hardest to blink back the burning tears that threaten to slide down his cheeks.
Carding slender fingers through brown hair, he swallows the lump in his throat, unable to hide the pain that swallows him whole. It throbs in his chest, eating him out from the inside, burning him alive. It hurts, hurts so bad that some days he can’t get out of bed. Some days, his hyungs have to drag him out of bed for him to function. Some days, the most he can do is take a shower and down a glass of water before it all hits him like a truck again, and the pain becomes too much too handle. It’s funny, how bright and full of life he used to be. And now, he’s just a ghost, a husky of a human being, a lifeless soul residing in a shell.
It feels different without you. It feels wrong, it feels weird, and he hates it. It feels wrong to come back to a place he can’t even call home without you waiting with open arms. It feels wrong not to see your pair of shoes placed on the shoe rack next to his Timberlands, without your set of keys plopped in the little bowl at the front entrance, without your smile brightening his day. It feels too quiet, without the low hum of the dryer in the background, the illuminated TV playing softly, the bubbling of a boiling pot on the stove, the padding of your footsteps as you run to him. It feels wrong to sink down into the couch, waiting for you to run from your shared bedroom with lotion in one hand and a blanket in the other. He finds himself wanting nothing more than for the world to swallow him up whole as he barely lives through the days.
It feels wrong for him to fall asleep at night, without you curled up in his arms, the soft snores tumbling from your parted lips, your soft locks of hair fanned out around your head like a halo. He finds himself glancing over to the empty side of the bed more times than he cares to admit, unable to fall asleep because it’s too quiet and too cold. He misses the warmth that radiates from your sleeping figure, the beauty that astounds him when shards of silver moonlight illuminate your figure with a soft glow. It feels wrong to eat dinner alone, missing the warmth and homely feeling of your home-cooked meals. Recently, he’s been eating at the dorms to avoid feeling so lonely and lost in his thoughts.
Performing on stage is the worst. It doesn’t bring him the same euphoric feeling of pure bliss as it used to. He finds himself staring into the distance, at that one spot in the arena where you would normally preside, a proud smile playing across your rosy lips, your eyes bright with excitement. The thrill of it all, the rush of adrenaline, the cheering of the crowd, and the magical warmth that used to throb in his veins is now not enough. It takes too much out of him to sing the songs that were carefully crafted for you, to pour out his heart to someone who isn’t there anymore.
Jungkook finds himself falling deeper and deeper into a hole he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to climb out of.
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He places the flowers down, next to the engraving in the stone, next to the plaque with your name carved on it. He lets the tears flow freely from his eyes, wide, broken, and blank eyes filled with more anguish than the amount of space in the universe. His heart quite literally shatters at the thought of your angelic smile. His voice comes out in a breathy murmur, soft and soothing as he gently traces the lines on the stone.
“Hey. I-I’m here again. God, this is so fucking stupid isn’t it? I’m sorry, it just-just hurts so much. I haven’t figured out how to live without you. It hurts too much to not see you, to not be able to touch you, to not be able to have you in my life. I love you, I love you so fucking much and if that means pouring my heart out to you on a rainy day, then so be it. You are the light of my life, and you’d probably be scolding me for crying, for dwelling on my feelings, but I can’t help it. I was going to marry you. I decided that I was going to propose on our anniversary, which is actually today.”
The words are falling from his mouth before he can stop them, and he can taste the saltiness from his tears on the tip of his tongue, and yet even the streams of grief aren’t enough to wash away the anguish that envelopes his entire being. It feels as though he’s drowning, the water rising faster than he can fight it, filling his lungs and yet there’s nothing he can do but breathe it in.
“I was going to spend the rest of my life with you, I’d decided, and we’d talked about our wedding, and the color dress you wanted, the flavor of cake we’d decided on, and we decided we were going to have kids. I had the ring ready, I made a reservation two weeks before just to make sure it would be at your favorite restaurant. I bought my suit already, I had the whole day planned out. In fact, I almost proposed to you that day in the diner, at two o’clock in the morning and goddamnit I wish I did. But I’m just too much of a coward and I loved you too much, getting lost in your eyes as you laughed over some shitty joke. It would’ve been worth it, to be promised as yours even if it only lasted two weeks. I’m never going to stop loving you, and I know you hate it when I cry, but I just have to tell you. If only I-“
Another sob tears through his throat, disrupting the peaceful silence that has settled in the quiet field of flowers. All of a sudden, his body is shaking with the sobs that erupt from his throat, the bitter scars and broken pieces of his heart pouring out of him. He waits a few moments, steadying his breathing and piecing himself back together before he continues. He has to finish, he can’t bear to hold onto the feelings anymore. They sit like burdens on his chest as another sleepless night passes, they hang onto the tips of his fingers when he grips onto the tear-stained sheets. He waits until he feels ready to continue.
“I brought you flowers. Primroses. And you’re probably thinking that I’m such a cheesy dork for it, and I am, but they’re primroses because the florist told me they mean eternal love. This sounds so fucking stupid but it’s worth it if it makes you smile. I wish I could see you smile again. But, I have to go now, Jimin-hyung will murder me if I don’t make it to dance practice on time. I’ll see you next week, hm? God, I probably sound like an idiot right now. I’ve always been your idiot though.”
He wipes away the wet patches of salty liquid that stain his cheeks, the skin around his puffy eyes blotchy, streaked with tears. But there’s a small, half-tender half-sad smile playing across his lips when he finishes.
For the first time in a long while, Jungkook smiles a genuine, real smile.
“I love you, I really hope you know that.”
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Stark Spangled Banner: Stab Me In The Front
Part 1: America’s Asshole 
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Intro: It’s been a year since Katie was held hostage by Hydra, and whilst she’s still working through her feelings she has an idea about how she can make other people’s lives better as a result of her ordeal. Alongside this, she needs to take a trip to Boston to meet Harlan Thrombey-SIP’s latest author. Slightly nervous about taking a business trip alone after what happened last time, Steve offers to go with her.
What could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: Bad language. SMUT (NSWFW)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark
Square Filled : “Mistaken Identity” @avengersbingo​ A/N: So, here we go. An Avengers/Knives Out Cross Over where Katie and Steve come face to face with America’s Asshole! The tongues are sharp and the knives are out! This is set in 2015 so way before the KO storyline so therefore contains no spoilers! You don’t need to have read SSM to understand or enjoy but please do so if you wish. 
Main Masterlist 
**Shout out to @icanfeelastormbrewing​ for being my Insult Partner when I was writing this!!**
PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG and COMMENT, This is probably my fave part of this fic I’ve written to date!! 
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 October 2015
 “So, Mr Thrombey, that’s all confirmed.” Katie said, tapping at a key on her computer to lock the meeting in her calendar “11 am, Next Thursday, the 15th ”
“I’ll send you through the zip code and location for your GPS.” Harlan responded “The house is just outside of Lincoln, not far from Pierce Park. It shouldn’t be too far for you if you’re staying at the Harbor.”
“Thank you.” Katie smiled as she spoke into her phone, “I look forward to meeting you on Thursday Sir.”
“Oh, less of the Sir, Harlan please. And the pleasure is all mine Miss Stark…I mean, Mrs Rogers, my apologies!” The man chuckled “And thank you for accommodating my need to pull this meeting forward by a few days.”
“It’s not a problem.” she assured him. They exchanged pleasantries again and then she cut the call and leaned back in her chair, cracking her neck, before she double checked the travel arrangements. The hotel was booked, flight was sorted, hire care was confirmed. All that she needed to do was not forget the annotated manuscript or the cover ideas.
The door to her office opened and she looked up to see Tony leaning in the doorway, waving a Starbucks cup at her one of their familiar brown paper bags, clearly bearing treats.
“I love you bro…” she smiled at him as he wandered in, chuckling, placing the drink and paper bag down in front of her. She looked into the bag and gave a moan when she saw it was a rather large, gooey looking brownie, and gave a bigger moan when she sipped her drink and found it to be a Pumpkin Spiced Latte. “Perfect Elevenses!”
“Well thought you might need one, you’ve been locked in here since 7 this morning…”
“You got FRIDAY spying on me?” she narrowed her eyes at him.
“No.” he said at the same time the AI affirmed her suspicions.
“He has indeed had me watch you, Mrs Rogers.” “Traitor.” Tony rolled his eyes and Katie chuckled
“Well I had all this Harlan Thrombey stuff to sort, Steve’s still in Copenhagen with Sam chasing the alleged latest sighing of Bucky.” she shrugged “Not much point in lying in when you’re wide awake is there?”
“True.” Tony nodded. “Are you going back to the Compound tonight?”
“I dunno.” she shrugged “I might just stay here again if that’s ok?”
“Kiddo, you own part of this Tower, it’s always gonna be your home too.” Tony shrugged, “You can stay as long as you want.”
“Thanks Tone.” she smiled. She didn’t want to admit it, but she felt safer in the Tower whilst Steve was away, even thought it was ridiculous as the Compound was just as secure, being closer to her brother was a comfort.
“I haven’t forgotten what tomorrow is.” Tony said gently, looking at her.
“Funnily enough me neither.” she sighed “I should be celebrating, a year to the day Bucky broke me out of that fucking shit hole in Canada.” she pulled off her glasses, another remnant of her time with HYDRA. Since she’d been kept for 6 weeks in that horrific cell she’d needed glasses for anything that required a long period of concentration on a computer screen or monitor if she wanted to avoid migraines. Bruce seemed to think it was something to do with the fact that her cell had been painfully bright all the time and that continued exposure to artificial light in such a way triggered a subconscious response. 
She swallowed “I’ve been trying not to think about it.” she said gently.
“Which is why I booked you and Pepper into the Dominick for the afternoon.” he smiled at her “Well, Pepper has, I’ve just given her the credit card…full deep tissue massage, facial and then Franco’s booked to do your hair…and don’t bother telling me you’re busy as I had your diary cleared and everything reschedule to next week” he watched as she opened her mouth before shutting it,, shaking her head softly. “You leave in 30 minutes.”
“You spoil me.” she smiled softly. 
“Anything for my girls, plus I thought it might keep you busy whilst Spangles is otherwise engaged.”
“He was hoping to be back but when I spoke to him before he doesn’t know if he’s gonna be.” she shrugged “it is what it is.” Tony smiled at her before he stood up “Yes, it is. And this afternoon is your pamper time so get your shit together and meet Pepper downstairs.”
“Yes sir.” she said, saluting him with a grin.  
As with anything Pepper or Tony booked, the spa was off the scale. Katie had been meaning to go for ages, and now, as she sat in the chair in Franco’s salon she was already searching available dates to go back with Natasha and Wanda. She laughed and joked with the stylist and Pepper, the pair of them enjoying yet another bottle of champagne as they had their hair done. A couple of hours later, at just gone 7pm, Pepper dragged her out over the road and into a ridiculously expensive wine bar.
“Feeling better?” Pepper asked as Katie took a huge gulp of her Sancerre.
Katie smiled “Much, thank you.” “You know, I’m always here if you want to talk to someone other than Steve about stuff.” Pepper looked at her “And it won’t go any further.”
“That’s the thing, I don’t wanna talk about it…” Katie sighed “You know, Pep, I see all these women out there, read their testimonies and things and I just wonder how they’re so strong, like, how can they can just stand up and talk about what happened to them?” she trailed off, shaking her head “And me? I just wanna pretend it never happened. So much for being an Avenger huh?”
“Hey…” Pepper shook her head, looking at her sternly. “Stop that, right now.” “Well it’s true.” Katie shrugged “I mean, I’m a public figure right? But all people know is I was missing for 6 weeks, but it was put down to a mission gone awry. I just..well, I feel like I should be out there, trying to make a difference, helping people.”
“Kiddo, what you went through…” Pepper swallowed “I can’t even begin to imagine. And how you’ve dealt with and processed it, well, frankly I don’t know how you’ve been so strong. There is no shame in wanting to simply move on and leave it in the past.”
“I know.” Katie said softly “Thank you. Having everyone around me makes me realise how lucky I actually am. I’ve got a huge support network. Not everyone who goes through...” she swallowed, not quite able to say it “not everyone has that to fall back on.” Pepper pondered something before she looked at Katie, “You know, we haven’t picked our Partner Charity for the Stark Relief Fund next year…we could make it one that deals with Sexual violence. No need to go into details as to why.” Katie considered that for a moment, before she nodded “That’s not a bad idea.” she clicked her nails against her wine glass, thoughtfully “It would make a difference, right?”
Pepper nodded. “Absolutely. Give it some thought, see how you feel.” “I will, thanks.” she smiled. 
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Steve was exhausted but wasn’t willing to spend another moment away from his wife. So the moment the jet was down he headed straight for the garage, jumped on his bike and roared out of the compound heading down town towards Manhattan.
“Good Evening Captain Rogers…” FRIDAY greeted him as he pressed his palm to the access pad at the rear entrance from the underground car park “Mrs Rogers is in your apartment.”
“Thanks FRIDAY.” he said, as the elevator began to rise. It stopped a few floors up, and when the doors flew open he was greeted by Tony who was undoing his tie.
“Oh, you’re back.” he said, looking at Steve appraisingly.
“You’re up late.” Steve looked at him.
“Just working on a few things.” Tony said vaguely. “How was the search for Tin Man?” “Well, it was him alright.” Steve said, running a hand down his tired face “Few more leads to work on. We could have stayed out there for a bit longer truth be told but, well, I wanted to be here tomorrow, you know.” Steve said, shrugging.
The two men shared a moment of understanding, both of them having experienced unsurmountable raw pain and anguish over the 6 weeks Katie had been missing and it wasn’t something they were likely to forget any time soon. If ever.
“She know you’re home?” Tony looked at him again. Steve shook his head.
“Wanted to surprise her.”
Tony smiled softly, “She’s probably asleep.  Her and Pep have been in the Spa all afternoon and they’ve drunk a lot so…”
Steve gave a huff of a laugh “Yeah she messaged me before saying you’d sent her there out for the afternoon. That was really thoughtful of you Tony.” “Well it happens occasionally.” Tony said as the elevator stopped at his floor. “Listen, Steve…”
Steve turned to face him.
“She’s not been herself the last few weeks.” Tony scratched at his beard and Steve took a deep breath.
“I know.” he said gently “I think she’s just, well, processing, if that’s the right word. We only got back from our honeymoon 3 weeks and it kinda hit her when we got back just what time of year it was. Whilst we were away she didn’t have time to think about it.”
“Just…well, take care of her for me ok?” Tony said, looking at the Soldier.
Steve nodded “Always Tony, you had my word on that when I told you I wanted to marry her, and I meant it.”
Tony nodded and clapped him on the shoulder, giving him a look of thanks before he left the elevator on the Part Floor level. It began to rise again and Steve let out a soft sigh. Tony was right, the last 2 weeks in particular Katie had been a little quiet, less vivacious, almost withdrawn even. At first he had put it down to post honeymoon blues but Natasha had pointed out that this time 12 months ago she had been at the mercy of Hydra, with those bastards brutalising her in ways that he couldn’t even bring himself to think about. For this reason, he’d been reticent to go on the latest mission but Katie had insisted, pointing out that they couldn’t not carry on with their lives and that she would be alright.
The fact she had basically moved back into the Tower for the 3 days he had been gone, however, made him think that she wasn’t quite as alright as she had told him.
The doors opened on their floor and he stepped out. It was mostly dark as he headed through to the bedroom where he found that the TV was playing on the wall, but Katie was fast asleep, one of the pillows clutched to her chest as a makeshift cuddle partner. With a soft smile he closed the door and headed over to the bed. Kicking off his boots he lay on his side, facing her, and brushed her soft hair back off her face before pressing a kiss to the bridge then tip of her nose and finally her lips.
She stirred, her face scrunching up in that adorable way it always did, before she blinked her eyes open. It took her a second to focus but when she did her lips curled upwards into a soft smile which became an ear to ear grin.
“Hey sweetheart.” he said softly, kissing her again, his hand cupping her face.
“You’re home.” she said, reaching up to lay her hand over his. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?”
“Wanted to surprise you.” he smiled.
“Well it worked.”
“I missed you.” he said softly, his thumb caressing her cheekbone.
“Missed you more.” she shot back and he chuckled.
“Doubt it. How was the Spa?”
“Oh it was amazing.” she gushed, her eyes shining “I had this deep tissue massage and the guy hit spots on my back I didn’t even know I had. The facial was great, and my hair…”
“I like the colour.” he said smiling, gently moving his hand so he twirled a piece around his finger. The ends were slightly lighter than usual, almost a dark honey blonde, and it extended a little up the strands before evening out.
“It’s called ballayage.” she smiled at him. “I just fancied a bit of a change.”
“Looks good on you.” he smiled “I’m glad you had a nice time, you deserve it.”
“How was the mission?” she asked “Worth it?”
“Yes and no.” he shrugged “We have a few more leads we can chase up but…” he took a deep breath “I’m beginning to wonder what the point is. He clearly doesn’t wanna be found.”
“The point is he’s your friend, your brother.” Katie smiled, moving her hand to run her fingers over his jawline, the pads scratchings lightly against his 5-oclock shadow. “Maybe he just needs a bit of time to find himself first, that doesn’t mean you have to give up on him. Besides, I need to give him back his jacket.”
“And I need to thank him.” Steve said, “For getting my beautiful girl out and safe.”
“I can’t believe it’s been a year tomorrow since he found me.” she said softly
“Is that what’s been bothering you?” he asked.
“Huh?”
“The last few weeks you’ve not been yourself.”
She licked her lips and nodded “Yeah, I just…well, I didn’t give it much thought when we were on our honeymoon, you know, but since coming back and ramping up the Thrombey Campaign it’s kinda hit home a little.” And suddenly Steve understood. SIP were publishing the man’s latest book, “The Colour of Revenge” which was all about a Detective on the trail of a killer who was hunting down and dispatching of 6 men who had been acquitted of a gang rape and murder.
“Shit…” he let out a groan “Honey I…I’m so stupid not to realise that…” “Hey.”she frowned, “Don’t…” She reached up and smoothed the lines that had appeared on his brow and he let out a sigh, gently reaching up to lace his fingers with hers, bringing her hand towards him and placing a soft kiss on her wrist.
“It’s better now you’re home.” she said gently. He smiled and gave her a gentle kiss again.
“Is that everything?” he pressed and she hesitated again.
“I’m scared.” she said eventually, looking at him.
“Scared of what?”
“Going away, on my own.” she sighed, tears brimming in her eyes “I hate that they made me like this Steve.”
He let out a sigh, he hated that she was scared too. She didn’t deserve it. 
“Why don’t I come with you?” he asked, the idea suddenly forming in his mind.  She stilled for a moment and he continued “Not to the actual meeting, but I can drop you off and pick you up, hang around, whatever you want me to do.”
She looked up at him smiling softly, not even trying to pretend she wasn’t relieved he had offered. “Would you?”
“Of course.” he nodded, wiping the tears off her face. “You only had to ask.” “I didn’t want to.” she admitted “I know how busy you are here and…” “That can wait.” he said, holding her face in his hands as he drove his message home “you’re the most important thing in my life and if me coming with you makes you feel better then…” he shrugged “Besides, I’ve always wanted to go to Boston.”
“We can make a little trip out of it if you like?” she said, somewhat hopefully “Come back on the Saturday?”
“Sure.” he smiled at her. “Let’s do it.”
“Oh Stevie you’re gonna love it.” she beamed, and he smiled at the way her face had gone from being furrowed with worry to alive with excitement. “Massachusetts is amazing in the fall and Boston is just stunning…” “Well I’ll make sure I bring my sketch book.” he smiled “Give me something to do whilst you’re in the meeting.” “Thank you.” she said softly. “I’ll book us somewhere nice to eat one night. Give us an excuse to wear something pretty.”
“Like you need an excuse.” he teased, and she nipped him harshly on the arm. He chuckled and then with a groan he unwillingly pushed himself up off the bed.
“I need a shower.” he said, almost apologetically. “I won’t be long.”
“You better not be.” she muttered and he smiled, dropping a kiss to her forehead before he headed into the bathroom.
True to his word, he wasn’t long. 5 minutes, tops. But by the time he came back, the TV was off and Katie was fast asleep. Thinking back to what Tony had said, he found himself wondering if she had actually slept much at all whilst he was gone.
Steve dried himself off, stepped into a clean pair of boxers and then slid into the bed next to his wife, slipping his arms around her. Once her back was nestled snugly into his chest, he dropped a soft kiss to her neck and closed his eyes, happy to have her in his arms.
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Steve woke the next morning to find his girl tangled around him. She’d shifted in the night, clearly, and now her face was pressed into his chest, right leg snaked between both of his, her right hand was slid under his arm, lightly gripping his shoulder whilst her left rested against her head, fingers in her hair. Smiling to himself he pulled her closer, relishing the feel of her against him. She murmured something incoherently as she gently moved, her cheek pressing into the hair on his chest, the hand around his shoulder slid down to the base of his back where her fingers simply rested, soft against his spine as she continued to sleep. 
And Steve was quite happy to let her nap for longer, using him as her own personal cuddly toy.
He dozed in and out of consciousness again, drifting off for another 10 minutes or so, before he felt Katie stirring in his arms, and a soft kiss gently being pressed to his jaw line. He smiled at the contact and tightened his hold on her again, his eyes still closed.
“Morning beautiful.” he said softly, his voice still thick with sleep.
“Morning soldier.” she said, her cheek returning to his chest as she basked in the safety and warmth of his hold as his hand crept up the back of the stolen shirt she was wearing, his rough fingers ever so gentle against her skin as he trailed the pads up and down her spine.
“Sleep ok?” he asked, his eyes still not opening.
“Yeah.” she assured him, truthfully. It had been the best night sleep she’d had in days.
“Good. What do you fancy doing today?”
He felt her still and then she pulled back slightly, and at that he opened his eyes and blinked to see those gorgeous emeralds locked onto him.
“Are you not needed at the Compound?”
He shook his head “Kitten, I’ve not seen you for almost 3 days so I figured we deserved one together.”
She groaned “I have meetings this morning.” “That’s ok, I’ll meet you at lunch.” he said, tucking her hair behind her ear.
She didn’t argue. She knew full well why he’d taken the time out, and frankly she adored him for it. Without saying a word she leaned up and captured his lips in a gentle kiss that quickly became heated…but was shattered by the piercing noise of Katie’s alarm.
She gave a groan, and made to move.
“Don’t you dare…” Steve mumbled against her mouth, his grip on her tightening.
“Stevie…” she sighed “I gotta…”
He reached over, his large body flattening her into the mattress making her giggle as he swiped across the screen of her StarkPhone silencing it.
“You ain’t gotta do shit…” he said, hovering over her on his elbows. “Except me.” he added as an afterthought.
“Oh so you’re gonna to explain to the board why I’m late?” she looked at him.
“To be honest...” he said, dipping his head to trail hot kisses up the side of the next “...they probably won’t even notice you’re not there. I mean, are you really that important?”
“Fuck you.” she giggled back.
“Believe me, I’m tryin’” he quipped, his mouth nipping at her ear lobe. That made her giggle even more and she felt his lips curve into a smile against her skin.
“I love it when you do that.” he said gently, using his leg to part hers, leaving a large thigh pressed against her mound.
“What?”
“Laugh.” he said, his mouth moving up her jaw line “Makes me happy.”
“You’re such a sentimental sap.” she mumbled, as his lips claimed hers again, the heat between her legs intensifying as the kiss grew deeper, tongues lashing against one another. Steve pulled back for long enough to pull his shirt over her head before his lips returned to hers and Katie’s hand slid into his hair, one hand gently winding into the longer locks on top, her nails on the other dragging against the hairline on his neck. His hands moved, one gently cupping the side of her face, the other, gently skimming over her breast, her nipples already hardened. He gently teased one with the pad of his thumb and his mouth moved down to the other, his tongue and lips working in tandem. She gave a little involuntary twitch against his thigh and once more his lips quirked up into a smirk.
“You want something baby girl?” he asked, peeking up at her and she nodded.
“Stevie, don’t make me beg, please.”
And when she asked so nicely like that, how could he ever refuse? He hooked his fingers into the sleep shorts she was wearing and worked them down, before flipping down the waist band of his boxers. Katie bent her legs, as he shuffled upwards and worked into her, the pair of them letting out a groan each at the contact. Steve’s hands fell to either side of Katie’s face as he held himself up on his forearms, kissing her deeply as he flexed his hips forward, again and again, picking up a gentle rhythm.
It was soft, it was gentle, it was loving, everything she knew her soldier to be and it wasn’t long before he had her writhing and groaning loudly, his lips assaulting that spot on her neck.
“So good…” he groaned, his thrusts getting deeper. “Feel so good kitten…”
“Keep talking.” she keened, arching into him as her hands raked down his back.
“You were made for me, God I love you Mrs Rogers. So fucking much…” he said, his words punctuated by his heavy breaths as she gave a soft cry, her head falling backwards, eyes fluttering shut as she tightened around him, her legs shuddering slightly as she came.
“Atta girl.” he said, his hips becoming faster as he thrust through her orgasm, chasing his own. It wasn’t long before he felt the ribbons in his belly unravel and he came with a cry of his own, his head buried in her neck, hips slowing, thrusts going deeper before he eventually stilled, a loud contented sigh escaping his mouth.
After a few moments of them simply basking in the afterglow, Katie’s hands trailing through Steve’s ruffled hair as his nose slid against hers, she gave a sigh and pushed on his shoulders gently.
“Baby I really do need to get up.”
He pouted a little causing her to chuckle before he rolled off her and she pushed herself out of bed, heading for the en-suite. Steve watched her go before he swung his legs from under the covers,, found his boxers, pulled them on and headed down to the kitchen to make them both some coffee. *****
The idea had sprung to Katie as she’d headed out for lunch. The local shop was donating a percentage of its earnings that month to a homeless charity, and it set her mind whirring.
“So you want to donate, all the profit we make, from what is going to likely be the biggest book SIP will ever publish, to charity?” Tony looked at her.
“In a nutshell, yeah.” she said, nodding “We can split it across various charities, all those that help victims of sexual assault, abuse or crime…”
“Isn’t that what the Stark Relief Fund is for?” Saul, the SI Finance Director looked at her, and she nodded.
“Yes, but it isn’t just about the money…it’s about raising awareness.” she pressed “A lot of people don’t know those charities existed. Hell, I didn’t know about half of them until a year ago. If we do this, think of the publicity and the press and…”
She trailed off, looking at Tony. He could see the excitement shining in her eyes. She had a point, and it wasn’t like SI needed the money. SIP was her company after all, and if she wanted to use it to do something good, help people, maybe even help herself…then that was fine by him.
He shrugged and looked round the table “SIP’s vision was never about making money.” he said, and Katie beamed at her brother as she realised he was backing her “It was always about helping those who needed a hand to get their work out there…I don’t see why in this case, where they author is already so well-known we can’t use that to help those who need it.”
There was a pause and she looked expectantly round the table. One by one the board members seemed to concede, all of them that is bar their Legal Manager, Dan Robertson who was frowning.
“You’re going to have to bring Mr Thrombey on board Mrs Rogers.” he said, looking at her. “We can’t just use his book as part of a campaign without his permission.” “I know.” she said, nodding. “I’ve already realised that. I’m meeting him on Thursday next week, I’ll have a full proposal and pitch ready.”
There were a few murmurs around the table before Tony spoke “Is that it? Are we settled?”
Everyone looked at one another, nodding, and Katie leaned back in her chair, smiling.
But, she wasn’t smiling now. She had less than 24 hours before they set off for Boston and her pitch was only half way through completion.
“Sweetheart.” Steve’s hands slid over her shoulders where she sat on the chair in her office. She looked effortlessly elegant, even in sweats and an off the shoulder sweater, one toned leg stretched out in front of her, the other bent at the knee so her foot was resting on the seat of the chair, her left hand was curled around her shin, her right was tapping at her keyboard. “It’s late.”
“I know but…” She sighed, “This means a lot to me Steve…I need it to be right.”
Steve knew better than to argue. Instead he leaned over and kissed the side of her neck. “What are you stuck with?”
“I dunno it just…it all seems so impersonal.” she removed her glasses and wrinkled her nose as he sat down in the arm chair in the corner of the room “Facts and figures on sexual assaults and stuff…we all know it happens, it’s about making people want to do something about it.”
“Are you ready to make it personal?” he asked gently, taking a deep breath. He hated thinking about what she had gone through, he truly did, and if he had half a chance he’d rip the bastards limb from limb. But if she was ready to confront what had happened to her, he had to be there to support and back her all of the way, regardless of his own feelings.
“I don’t know.” she said softly “I was talking to Pepper about this the other day. I should be able to, I should be someone other women can look up to, being an Avenger and all but…maybe I’m just not strong enough.” “You’re the strongest person I know.” he leaned forward and locked eyes with her.
“I don’t feel like it when it comes to this.” she sighed.
“Honey…” he scratched at his head “Without wanting to sound flippant, since January this year, you’ve been, ok…well maybe ok isn’t the word but you’ve gotten on with things. You’ve moved forward, we both did.”
“Because we were busy, and we had no choice…”
“Well maybe…” he shrugged “But chasing down a sceptre, fighting Ultron, mobilising a new base, planning a wedding, running a business…it’s all time consuming, stressful stuff that if you really weren’t strong enough to deal with what happened, then it would have all gone to shit and probably tipped you over the edge into a nervous breakdown.”
She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she considered what he was saying.
“Honestly…” he continued, his eyes boring into hers. “If you want my opinion I think the fact that it’s the year’s anniversary of what happened that’s playing on your mind a little. You need to stop, look back and how well you’ve done and stop beating yourself up about all the things you haven’t”
She smiled softly and looked down at her hands before she glanced back up at him “When did you get so wise?” He chuckled “Well I am 97 years old.”
She laughed “You don’t look a day over 28.”
He smiled and stood up “I’m gonna make you a hot chocolate, and you’re gonna stop overthinking that and come relax, we’re up early tomorrow. You can do the rest at the hotel tomorrow evening.” “No can do, we’re going out.” she grinned at him “I booked the Chef’s table at Menton…”
“The what?” Steve frowned.
“You never heard of a Chef’s table?” she looked at him, and he shook his head “oh my God I’ve let you down…so badly. Check this out.” she tapped on her computer, bringing up the website and showed him the photos “It’s a private table with a glass wall that gives you a direct view into the kitchen. Totally impossible to get a reservation unless you book like a year in advance…or name drop.”
Steve groaned “You seriously dropped the Captain America wants a table line?”
“Yup” she popped the p as she smirked, closing down the browser page.
“Pain in my ass.” he grumbled, standing up. But as he left the office there was a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
One that his wife had seen.
*****
“So, was it worth a name drop?” Katie asked as they walked back into the Fireside Lounge located in their hotel.
“I’m happy to overlook the fact you acted like a total brat to make that reservation, yes.” he grinned as he went to remove her coat from her shoulders. He looked her up and down, the jump suit she was in was driving him crazy.
She grinned, and shivered slightly.
“Cold?” he asked, frowning.
“A little, don’t wanna sit in my coat though.”
“Do you want me to nip up to the room, grab your cardigan?”
“Would you?” she asked, even though she knew perfectly well he would.
“Course.” he said, dropping a kiss to her cheek “You get the drinks in, be right back.”
She headed over to the bar. The bartender, Will, was the same one who had been on before so he greeted her with a smile.
“Mrs Rogers. How was your meal?”
“Fantastic thank you.” she grinned “Can I get 2 Bourbon’s please? I’ll leave it to your choice, I’ll be back in a second, just need to nip to the bathroom.”
She excused herself and once she’d finally had the pee she’d been dying for since they left the restaurant, she set about touching up her make-up, smiling to herself. She’d deliberately picked this jumpsuit as she knew it got Steve’s blood pumping. It was a simple, plain black one with a V-neck line, but it was tight. Teamed with a thin red leather belt, red leather Jimmy-Choos and a matching bag all set off by the bright red lipstick she was sporting, she knew she looked good. Not that Steve had much room to talk, she could happily perve on him in the dark grey suit he was wearing, teamed with a black dress shirt, his collar left open…he looked good enough to eat, which she was planning on doing later.
She headed back into the bar and spotted Steve perched on one of the stools.
“Hey handsome” she said, slipping her arms round him from the back. But the moment she did that she realised something was off. He felt different, he was softer than Steve was. He smelt different, there was a really heavy woody scent to his aftershave whereas Steve’s preferred Hugo Boss or Gucci, depending on his mood, were both a lot lighter. And when the man spun to face her, although the likeness was indeed uncanny at first glance, his eyes were cold and calculating, his jaw line wasn’t quite as sharp as Steve’s and the smirk he wore on his face was nothing like the cheeky one Steve would sport. It was almost a sneer which spread across his face, every feature laced with disdain.
“What the fuck?” the man glared at her as Katie stepped back, holding her hands up in apology.
“I’m sorry, genuine case of mistaken identity…” she said, taking him in. His shirt was the wrong colour too, only she hadn’t been able to see that from the back.
“Yeah well if you’re touting for business I already got some today so get lost…” the man drawled in his light, Boston accent. “Like I just said I thought you were…hang on…” She frowned as his words registered “You already got some?”
“Yeah, that’s right.” he said, looking her up and down.
“You think I’m a hooker?” Katie snorted.
“Pretty high end one though, I’ll give you that.” the man said, nodding at her.
“I’m not a hooker.” she shook her head, laughing in disbelief.
“Oh, sorry. Do you prefer the term escort?” he raised an eyebrow.
She rolled her eyes, flashing her left hand at him. “I’m married, this was a genuine mistake….” she said, her temper rising slightly. She moved away from him to the side, nodding at Will who slid the check over for her to sign to charge the drinks to their room.
Ransom observed her for a moment, fighting the smirk that was threatening to break across his face. After another row with his stupid Libtard cousin and his mother who had been at his Grandfather’s house before, he’d come out with the sole intention of getting laid and then so drunk he could hardly remember his name. After a visit to one of his usual fuck buddies he’d achieved the first part, now he was concentrating on the second. He’d been initially irritated by this woman’s interruption, but now she was getting sassy back, and he wasn’t about to let it drop. He could tell she had money, that much was clear to see. The way she talked, held herself, was dressed. Whilst she wasn’t a hooker as he had originally thought (although to be fair to her, she was pretty hot, he’d consider fucking her if the opportunity arose) she was probably living off some 70 odd year old rich banker husband. A trophy wife. Huh, maybe she wanted a fuck after all…hell, he might not have to pay for it. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that.
“And does your husband know you’re here trying to tap me up?” he looked at her.
“You know, if I was trying to errr…tap you up, you wouldn’t be able to afford me” she shot back, signing her name on the cheque with a flourish.
“Try me.” Ransom shot back, making a show of looking her up and down. “How much for that ass?” “I’ll kick yours for free you self entitled dick.” she said, sliding the signed paper and pen back to the bartender.
Ransom gave a bark of a laugh “I’ll pass thanks.”
Katie snorted and glanced sideways at look at him, scarlet red lips pursed as she eyed him over her glass of bourbon. “Good decision, because I’ve dropped bigger men than you for fun.” “Sure you have Dollface” Ransom quirked an eyebrow, elbow leaning on the bar, angling his body towards her. She kept hers facing forwards, arms resting on the bar top, her head shaking slightly.
“You have no fucking idea who I am do you?” Katie shook her head, not looking at the prick stood next to her.  She hated using that line, but, well, when the occasion arose to get one over on a weasely little shit like this, she wasn’t going to pass it up.
“Why should I?” he snorted “I don’t know all the little bitches in Boston.”
She felt her mouth drop open and she was about to retaliate when Steve gently appeared by her side, dropping her cardigan over her shoulders.
Ransom recognised him straight away. He’d had it quite often, been told he looked similar to Captain America. So this meant the woman he’d been baiting for the last 5 minutes was his wife, Katie Rogers, sister of Billionaire Tony Stark, the Avenger, Supernova.
He’d called Supernova a hooker.
Ransom looked into his glass of scotch, turning away back to the bar, snorting with laughter.
“Sorry baby, Sam called and…” Steve stopped, frowning at the look on Katie’s face. “You ok?”
“Fine.” she said, looking up at him, smiling and nodding towards a cosy sofa over at the other side of the bar. “You wanna go sit down over there?”
“Sure.” he said, picking up his glass of bourbon he held out his free hand for her and she jumped down off the stool.
“I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure.” She snarked to the man next to her “But I don’t lie so…”
Steve frowned, wondering what had gone down whilst he’d been away. He glanced at his wife and then turned to look at the guy that was sat on the stool next to where Katie had been to see if he recognised him and did a double take. He recognised him alright, but only because he looked incredibly like him. Granted, there were a few subtle differences, but the resemblance was uncanny, to the point that at a first glance in the street, you could be fooled.
“Pal, you should keep that bitch on a leash.” Ransom spoke, his eyebrows raising and in front of him Steve stiffened.
“What did you just say?” he frowned, pulling himself up to full height.
“Seriously, man. You save the world from Nazi’s, get frozen for 70 years and then end up marrying that.” Ransom smirked, enjoying baiting the Captain “I’d ask ‘em to put you back under…”
Steve’s nostrils flared and he felt his neck getting warmer. “Don’t you dare talk about my wife like that...”
“Steve, leave it, come on.” Katie said gently, patting Steve on the chest “The guy’s a complete ass hole. If brains were dynamite I doubt he’d have enough to blow his head off.”
“Well if we’re talking about blowing...” Ransom looked Katie up and down before locking onto her eyes. “You up for the job?
Katie let out a bark of a laugh, her hand still on Steve’s chest which was positively humming with anger as she turned to face Ransom, contempt etched across every single inch of her face.
“Go jerk yourself off and wipe it on a curtain like your father should have done with you.” she said.
“I’d rather wipe it in your hair.” came the quip back.
And that was it. That was the point that Steve Rogers snapped.
There was a loud smash, the glass he was holding shattered in his grip as his fist contracted in pure anger. Katie barely had time to realise what had happened before he had stepped forward and grabbed Ransom by the front of his shirt, lifting him and slamming him on the bar.
“Steve!” she said, pulling on his arm. “Baby he really isn’t worth it, let go!”
“Captain Rogers!” Will behind the bar was desperately trying to talk him down as well “Please, don’t make me call security.”
Security! Steve wanted to snort. Like that would do any good.
“Baby, come on…” Katie tried again, pleading to his reasonable side. “Look, we’ve had such a nice night. Don’t let him ruin it.”
Steve let out a deep breath, he wanted nothing more than to knock the asshole’s teeth down his throat, but he felt Katie’s touch on his arm and her pleading tone and he let go, shoving the man hard.
“I would tell you to apologise.” Steve snarled stepping back. His voice was steely, eyes carrying none of their usual warmth “But I suspect it’s pointless”
“Yup.” Ransom nodded “Totally pointless.”
“Like your existence.” Katie mumbled, Ransom snorting in response. “Look, Drysdale, my manager’s told you before.” Will said, his voice laced with vexation as he shuffled from behind the bar to sweep up the glass that Steve had shattered. “Any more trouble and you’re gonna be banned.”
Ransom’s nostrils flashed angrily as he looked at the man “’I’m gonna be banned? Eat shit, he’s the one that just attacked me! He ripped my shirt!” he gestured down to where Steve had grabbed him, two tears either side of the buttons of his shirt “This is a Fendi!”
“Ransom, just shut up and apologise.” Will pressed again, “Or you’re gonna have to leave.”
“Fuck this, I was going anyway.” Ransom snarled, knocking back his drink. He stood up and pulled on a long, tan coloured camel coat before he glared at Steve then Katie “Really bad smell in here.”
Katie rolled her eyes, deciding to let him have that childish one without any fuss. But Steve didn’t.
“Close the door on your way out.”  He watched as the man stopped, took a deep breath before angrily flinging the door open, his coat flapping behind him. There was a moment’s pause before it slammed shut. 
“Sorry.” Steve turned, apologising to Will. 
“He’s a dirt bag and a cretin.” Will shrugged, as he waved the apology off. “No redeeming features whatsoever. Well, none that I’ve seen and trust me, I’ve seen him a hell of a lot.”
“Is your hand ok?” Katie asked Steve gently. She turned his right hand over to see that there were no cuts at all from the glass, which was good.
“Yeah, fine, don’t worry.” Steve looked at her, frowning. “Honey, what on Earth just happened?” he asked her softly, as she took a deep breath, blowing it out of her mouth.
“I went to the bathroom and when I came back, well, I thought he was was you from behind so gave him a hug.” she shook her head “Soon as I touched him I realised I was very, very wrong. I tried to apologise and he called me a hooker.”
“A hooker?” Steve repeated, arching an eyebrow.
“Yeah, so I told him even if I was he wouldn’t be able to afford me.”
At that Will, who had been busy pouring them both another drink, laughed as he slid 2 short tumblers of bourbon back over to them.  “He won’t have liked that at all.”
Steve nodded his thanks to the man as Katie looked at him. “How come?” she asked.
“Well, Ransom’s mother likes to claim she’s a self-made millionaire. Fails to mention the million dollar loan her dad gave her to start up her business like, but that’s by the by. Simply put, his family one way or another are loaded, and Ransom likes to be the flash bastard if you get what I mean.”
“What do his family do?” Katie asked, “I’ve never even heard of the Drysdales, and I’m pretty well connected…”
“His mother and father run some real Estate Company.”  Will shrugged, “A local one round Massachusetts, but you’ll have heard of his grandfather, or if you haven’t you’ve been living under a rock for the last 20 years.” “Who?” she asked.
“Harlan Thrombey, the crime fiction author.” Will said, and Katie felt the colour drain from her face. She turned to look at Steve whose eyes had also widened, and she gave a groan.
“Shit.”
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Rambling thoughts for Little Graduation/Prickly Pair
My heart can’t even handle it, you guys.  I just... I can’t.  *cries forever* Thoughts behind the jump for spoilers/length, and please feel free to yell at me or reblog with your own thoughts!
Steven is singing along to an old Sadie Killer song because it’s old and familiar
Really the only time we’ve seen him sing this season
Because his feelings are too muddled up and painful to dare put to song
So he sticks to others’ music instead, safer that way
OMG he adds a little “Hey” to “Teens by day” so cute
OMG he does a falsetto part to the first Sadie Killer and Suspects and then a goofy as FUCK deep voice for the second Sadie Killer and the Suspects
I just… Zach Callison’s voice work this season has been so good and it sounds like he’s having such a good time at the silly parts and he’s been so emotional on the rough parts, if he doesn’t get recognized for his work on the show by the end it’ll be criminal
This is gonna be the last time we really see Steven happy for a long time, isn’t it? And it’s so sad because it such a joy to see him that way again for a second, no eye bags, no stress. My heart.
Aww Sadie got a neck too!
YEAH STEVEN REALLY DID DIAMOND EYES FROM EXCITEMENT, not stars!!!
I’m sad for Lars and Sadie that their growth took them different places but I’m so proud of them too!!!
“Don’t you wanna try something new?”
“Well, hm.”
“Except for me! I’ll still be… right here.”
Steven is losing control of his floating powers. Tried to be cool guy floating around with his friends and failed. This is really concerning. The last time he couldn’t float well was way back in season 4. Stevennnnnnn….
Shep DOES seem so cool!
Look at Rebecca Sugar, they truly just be out there like “last season, what are they gonna do to me if I put non-binary humans in the show, that’s right, they won’t do jack SHIT” bwahaha
And it’s lovely that it’s just no biggie
Steven your ship didn’t sail, I’m sorry but you can’t write AUs for real people
Lars is more worried about the cake than about his ex
“Are YOU okay?”
Finally someone is asking and of course Steven is like”what? My problems are visible externally? WHAT problems???”
“Everyone but me…”
Buck got into medical school??? Holy shit, so he was in college before? Dang. Also his bedside manner will be soooooo weird and cool
Actually I can see him as one of the weird internal medicine doctors who’s super smart so you want them on your case but he only says the occasional weird thing like “your gallbladder is an illusion” or “your hormones are like, totally out of sync. Lemme fix that” or wow, I don’t even know, I may have to write a drabble of an intern just being wowed by how weird he is
Classic Steven would definitely buy a jacket for his phone
Awww Sadie you should have told him 😭😭😭
Lars watching Steven slow motion self-destruct like “oh god is this how I was”
“Ah, well… you should have asked me, I’m-I’m really good at naming bands…”
Jesus Christ Steven that sound was my heart breaking for you
What the fuck is Shep’s instrument? Anyone know?
Okay this is actually a really good graduation song and while Sadie Killer is still awesome I love that Sadie can also tap into more personal emotions for her work now, she’s just so good!
I know how Lars feels, sometimes those big events are just overwhelming
I love his leather jacket!
So uhhhh maybe Steven doesn’t control Diamond Mode as well as we had thought given the last few episodes
It’s really fascinating because it’s clear in the animation and voice work Steven’s struggling with so many feelings right now
He’s scared Lars and the others are slipping away
He’s ashamed he feels so aimless beside them
He’s angry that Lars isn’t listening and is going to leave him
He’s sad that everyone’s changing
The way Steven yells at Lars to stop is just so fucking desperate, his shaking fist, holy shit kid you do not do goodbyes well do you
Aaaaaaand that’s new. What the hell is it??? We’ve never seen this from any other gem or Diamond before. DAMMIT STEVEN THIS IS NOT HEALTHY
It shredded the stage and the banner 😭
Digging that scary as fuck musical motif
It has the Diamond mode machine noise in the background — that flickering humming power sound
Seriously Steven!!! How the hell would Lars’ feelings— so much denial
“When did this happen, I didn’t see any of this!”
I love that he touched on this, like of course people don’t have to live their private lives in front of you, dingbat! But so much of his life has been lived with the Gems who did display all their trauma and problems that he can’t help but feel he’s entitled to see how things work out
It’s also concerning because it suggests he is having some trouble viewing people as independent to him, as having their own agency
WHITE DIAMOND ANYONE
I love that Lars is so excited to be back in space with his friends!!
Oh man the way everyone stares at Steven like “bro, clearly you are the only magical pink person in the room”
Some really gorgeous frames of Steven’s face here, wish Apple TV let you cap them 😢
“I can’t help it if my dumb heart misses you guys” I’m CRYING FOREVER
AMAZING use of “squash and stretch” Disney animation theory here hahahaha
Lars and Steven hug gives me so much life waaaaaah
I still can’t get over how grownup that boy looks behind the wheel. I love his hand tapping on the wheel.
So pensive. Poor Steven.
And now Prickly Pair, if you thought your heart hurt before well lemme tell you what!
How much time has passed since Snow Day?
Dammit, I predicted in one of my fics that Steven would feel weird about gardening magically and want to do it all the old-fashioned way…
But I haven’t finished it, alas. And Steven is doing much better emotionally by that point in MY story thank you hahahaha
Also it’s Connverse and adorable
Okay really should work on it
Well, okay, Connie is a cute smart blue flower so at least Steven’s still thinking of her? I really wish she had been here but I guess she’s gonna have to save Steven from himself soon enough.
I’m now kind of uneasy about the idea of them dating… I really wanted them to get together but Steven isn’t healthy right now. He’s really messed up and kind of worse than I was even thinking with all my angsting. If they try to get together now Steven might be weird and controlling and secretive and that is not the Connverse I want! Maybe we’ll get something cute and sweet after Steven starts recovering and getting mentally healthier?
Because not to say you can’t be in a relationship and be mentally ill… but the low point of your illness is NOT a time to START a relationship, and if they’d really been dating this whole time I have to imagine we’d have heard about it. So my guess would be not dating, Steven was too busy to hang out a lot of the time, but still friends.
Dammit I really wanted cute date episodes and the big dance from Chille Tid 😭
DON’T NAME YOUR PLANTS AFTER PEOPLE
Garnet tried to warn him… I wonder how the cactus acted in other timelines.
Does Zach voice the cactus too?
Yep: confirmed, Zach is a cactus.
FINALLY we’re in Steven’s head and it’s an uncomfortable place to be
“I used to be helpful, but the Gems don’t need me anymore! Why do I need to be needed? Stevennnn, pull it together!!!”
And again with the head clutching and yeah it really seems like White’s pulling a Steven in the intro doesn’t it???
Oh god I assumed the cactus was going to be a monster because of repressed feelings manifesting in Steven’s spit but it’s so much more painful that it repeats after him and THAT’s what makes it upset waaaaaaah
Cactus Steven screaming why do I need to be needed!!!
The Gems are finally asking the right questions but Steven is so paranoid he can’t help but view them in the worst way
Steven venting about the gems hurts but he DID have to deal with them at their worst
Oh no, he went diamond mode on Cactus Steven!
The powering up noise diamond mode makes is so ominous, I love it
I can’t believe Steven didn’t almost lose an eye from his own shield right then and there
“Those are my real private thoughts! I can’t let them hear!”
Noooo his house!
Nooooo Steven the Gems can take listening to you a lot better than a magical cactus could, you’ve GOT to talk to someone or this will get SO. MUCH. WOrse.
Yeah. It’s gonna get so much worse. ;_;
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