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sleekista · 5 months

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the heart wants what it wants

alexia putellas x fem!reader

request: here & here

A/N: tried a diff writing style in this one, i think i like it better.

TW: swearing? (idk if it’s considered but i see other people doing it)

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National camp, you hated it. Nearly everything about it sucked. Keyword, nearly. It means you got to see her. The captain of Spain, and the captain of Barcelona. You know it’s probably not a good idea to fall for your ‘enemy’ but how couldn’t you? Faded pink hair, absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Who wouldn’t love that.

It would be easier if you weren’t so devoted to your own club, Real Madrid. The biggest rival of Barcelona. But that can be put aside for the little bit that comes with National camp, even if friend groups are very much seperate.

You wait as the rooms get announced. For who knows what, you get paired with Alexia. Olga sends a sly smirk to which you immediately slap her on the arm.

“Don’t you dare say a word Carmona.” Is all you say before lugging your bags and taking a keycard, heading towards the shared room.

“The bed on the window alright for you?” She asks, you nod.

You miss the way that she’s slightly nervous, and blushing. Too focused on trying to keep your own feelings at bay.

After unpacking everything, you’re laying on the bed staring at the ceiling, daydreaming which soon turns to actual dreaming when you fall asleep.

You’re woken up by a soft voice telling you that dinner is ready and to go down to everyone. It’s Alexia, you blush again looking away. Nodding before getting your shit together and moving on.

You walk down splitting from Alexia and going to sit down at a table with Olga, Ivana and Athenea.

“Don’t give me that look Olga.” You sigh as she smirks.

“I will make you do laps.” You threaten.

“You would not! I saved you a plate, look here.” She slides a plate over which you accept in thanks before turning to small talk with the girls.

Something which somehow goes unknown to everyone at your table, Alexia is watching. Receiving teasing from her own friends.

“Alexia, just ask her out already. My God it’s getting annoying of you two just blushing and staring at each other all day.” Jenni says to her friend, while they may be exes there’s still a lot of respect.

“I don’t know Jenni, she wouldn’t feel the same. We are captains of rival teams!” The dark haired spaniard rolls her eyes.

“Alexia.” This time it’s Misa. “I’m on the same team as her so let me. She says she has a crush but only Olga knows of it. And apparently it’s someone from another team. That’s all I know, but I did see Olga smirk when your rooms were read and then Y/N hit her whispering something.” She shrugs.

“If that doesn’t scream, my best friend is roomed with her crush and now she’s hitting me for pointing it out behaviour. I don’t know what is. You have until the end of camp to do this or I will ask her out for you myself.” The goalkeepers outburst surprises Alexia but she nods anyways, thinking that maybe tonight she’ll tell you. Maybe.

After dinner, and all the players are sent back to their respective rooms or to play games in the common area. You find yourself wondering around the hotel. Thinking about upcoming games and literally everything in between that.

After an hour or so of exploring different areas, finding a gym, swimming pool and jacuzzi you make your way back to the room where Alexia is pacing around.

“Penny for your thoughts?” This seems to get her out of the trance and she immediately looks up, blushing lightly. Is that a blush? You wonder.

“Lo siento, it’s nothing.” Your eyebrows light up in surprise.

“Well, if you need anything I’m right here.” She nods slowly, as if considering her options.

“Actually, there is something I’ve been meaning to ask.” She looks down nervously at her hands, fidgeting with them.

“Go ahead.” You answer lightly with a small smile.

“I was wondering… maybe you’d wanna go on a date?” Your eyes open wide, this wasn’t what you expected at all.

“Uhh, y-yeah! Sure. Like… romantic right?” You stutter as she relaxes and nods.

“Yeah, like that. Maybe when we have time to explore, the day before the game? We can find a place.” You nod.

“That sounds amazing, it should be fun.” After the conversation ends, you immediately message Olga the news. Who is… screaming in text messages.

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Unable to keep a smile of your face for the next few days, it seems the team is doing alright given certain circumstances. Alexia does take you out on that date and it ends with a kiss that makes you feel like a high schooler experiencing their first love. Cheesy, but true nonetheless. The team hasn’t found out yet but the respective friend groups teased both you and Alexia relentlessly, which only resulted in blushing messes and stuttered words.

Sometimes, a little bit of encouragement and fate can work wonders.

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #woso fanfics #barca femeni #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #espwnt #wlw

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pedropascallme · 11 days

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Celebrity Crushes

Pairing: Damien Haas x gn!Reader

Summary: "He had never said it was for a video, though maybe at this point you should’ve been able to guess that being asked for a list of three top choices was for this series."

Warnings: Brief mention of being drunk but otherwise none :)

AN: Hi guys!! I wrote this in 20 minutes so it’s…rough around the edges….but you’ve been so sweet and patient with me while I get my shit together now that I’m back from school!! I have many many WIPs that I plan on publishing soon that will have much more substance than this, but I still hope this helps hold you over for another week or so <3

You delayed your own emergence from sleep. Your bed was comfortable, warmer than usual, maybe thanks to the open blinds that let sunlight dapple the room. It was so easy to fall back into the snug embrace of slumber as you stretched against your sheets. You rolled over, eyes still heavily lidded and blinking to avoid the light as you felt around for your phone on the nightstand.

You yawned, stretching again; you let your back arch off the bed, feet poking out from beneath your blanket as you let your ankles crack—a quiet, congenial noise, and an even more satisfying feeling.

There were several messages waiting for you when you unlocked your phone.

Ang: UM??

Ang: New games vid????

Ang: 😵‍💫😵‍💫

You: What?

Ang: Dude🫠

You: What??

You: Isn’t it a Shayne guesses

You: I just woke up

Ang: Hold on

They were not the messages you’d been anticipating on a peaceful morning off from work. Angela’s texts woke you up immediately, her words burying themselves in your head as adrenaline took hold, muscles tensing, and you felt something pull at your stomach.

Had someone said something? Had you said something? Had you been somewhere you weren’t meant to be? Did it even involve you? Was she simply acknowledging something fucked up or funny that you had played no part in?

You held your phone in a vice grip, white-knuckling it and waiting to hear how exactly the new upload pertained to you—if it pertained to you—and whether you’d still have a job or any friends by the end of the day.

You felt a soft buzz on your fingers and snapped your attention to the screen, hoping to see Angela’s name.

Court: Was the new video planned or…

You: What is happening

You: Angela texted me too

You: I literally just woke up

Court: omg🥹

You felt hot. Not in the cozy way you had been when you woke up, but in a burnt cheeks and stomachache way. This was not something you had ever woken up to before, it was not at all routine, and you worried that your time at Smosh was up based solely on the manner in which your friends were texting you.

Another buzz. Kiana this time.

Kiana: I told Spencer not to keep it in the final cut

Kiana: But it’s really cute actually

You wanted to throw up. Shakily leaning back in bed, you tried to type out a response to Kiana that would help you wrap your mind around what exactly it was that you should be worried about.

Another buzz alerted you to Angela’s late reply, and you abandoned the message you had been drafting for Kiana.

Ang: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzUs87BMpsc

Ang: 26 minute mark & then watch to the end

Ang: 🥴🥴🫶🏻

You had been right. It was another installment of Shayne Guesses, but you had no recollection of sending in a formal submission of…

“Can I identify someone, based on their top three celebrity crushes?”

Your heart jumped to your throat.

If this was going where you thought it was, you’d send in your letter of resignation by tonight.

You found the timestamp Angela had sent you, and immediately grimaced, folding your body into itself. You wiped a hand over your face, as if rubbing your eyes hard enough would make this all go away, leaving you to wake up fresh and unabashed.

“Ok—ok, I can work with this,” Shayne’s eyes darted over the screen, shouting a laugh when he took in the options given to him. “So Pedro Pascal—expected—Cillian Murphy, and he looks younger there. Is that what he looks like now? No…”

“No, that’s from like, 2000-something,” Spencer responded off camera, “I did not choose that picture.”

“Ok, 2000s Cillian Murphy, Pedro Pascal, and Damien Haas.” Shayne paused to stifle a chuckle. “This is the second time you’ve broken your own rule!” He stared pointedly at Spencer.

“Bro, that’s Shez from Fire Emblem!” Spencer argued, still out of frame, and Shayne bit the inside of his cheek.

“I mean,” Shayne looked at the list of names in front of him, “I feel like, you know, maybe it’s not…maybe it isn’t super obvious to people watching, but I think it’s a pretty easy guess for anybody in the office.”

“So what’s your answer?” Spencer asked.

“Oh, come on, like you need to ask,” Shayne crossed his arms before triumphantly declaring your name. “Final answer, look—” He clicked to the next page, and there was your headshot.

Your headshot.

Because Damien was one of your celebrity crushes.

One whom you worked with, and were friends with, and hung out with, and ate lunch with.

You felt your eye twitch.

You paused the video in a huff, too mortified to follow Angela’s instructions and watch it to the end.

You might’ve laughed if you weren’t so besides yourself with embarrassment. You were deeply confused as to how that list had even made it into the upload when you hadn’t sent it in.

You racked your brain, trying to remember if you’d drunkenly sent an email, or given an ok when you were only half awake.

You could recall, vaguely, a text exchange with Spencer a few weeks ago, where he had asked, out of the blue, about your top three celebrity crushes. And you gave your answers, sent a few googled pictures, all in good fun, to your friend.

He had never said it was for a video, though maybe at this point you should’ve been able to guess that being asked for a list of three top choices was for this series.

You: Charles.

You: What happened to confidentiality.

Spence: I CNA EXPLIAN

Spence: CAN

Spence: EXPLAIN

You: 🤨

Spence: LISTEN

Spence: I THOUGTH YOU KNWE

Spence: I THOIGHT IT WASSON PURPOSE

Spence: I THOUGHT HE KNEW??

Spence: BECAUSE HIS??

Spence: Please don’t kill me I have a family.

Spence: And I’ll buy you lunch.

You: You’ll buy me lunch for a month.

Spence: A week

You: Two weeks

Spence: Deal🤑

Spence: I love you❤️❤️

Spence: And I’m sorry I went over y’all’s heads

You weren’t mad.

Honestly, you couldn’t bring yourself to be genuinely angry; it was hard to be mad at one of your dearest friends over something that was so clearly a misunderstanding. Especially when it had no real bearing on your career or public image.

This just meant that people would now be fully aware that you had the hots for a coworker.

And said coworker would also be fully aware of it. You tried to push down the shame.

You: Accepted

You: I love you too❤️

You: I want Thai tomorrow

Spence: Would you settle for shirt?

You: I'll kill you.

Spence: Don’t you have another smosh man to bother🧐

You smiled at your own reassuring words, and Spencer’s acknowledgement of his fuckup was equally as helpful in improving your mood, as was his casual banter. For a moment that was enough to make you forget why your stomach was still in knots.

It could be argued that it was an open secret, it certainly seemed as though your friends were more shocked to see your list make it into the final cut of the video than they were to see the list itself. You counted on your fingers: who had you told, who figured it out like a child's simple jigsaw puzzle, who had asked point-blank after seeing you interact with Damien.

You ran out of fingers.

Still, you felt that you’d been cautious enough about it, to the point that Damien himself, at least, hadn’t seemed to figure it out, despite the amount of time you spent together, and the large portion of that time that you spent with a dopey grin on your face and a blush creeping up your cheeks.

Maybe he hadn’t seen the video. Maybe he’d never see the video. Maybe he wasn’t even planning on being online today at all.

Or maybe you could change your name and disappear for a while.

Maybe you’d be in the clear.

You took deep breaths, trying to settle your brain and your heart and the shakiness of your hands.

And then Damien’s name lit up your phone screen, and the results of your impromptu meditation were immediately gone, thrown out the window with your composure.

Damimen: Very interesting list

You: I’m so sorry

Damimen: What?

Damimen: Why?

You: I didn’t mean for you to find out this way

You: Very publicly on a Wednesday morning

Damimen: Who said I was just finding out?

You: Shut up

You: I’m good at keeping secrets

Damimen: I know

Damimen: Angela and Chanse aren’t tho

You: Oh god dammit

Damimen: Which is why I knew not to tell them anything about my list

Damimen: And I mean

Damimen: Stuff that I'd generally like to be kept under wraps

You: So the launch codes are safe?

Damimen: Are they safe if they're with me?

Damimen: 🤯

You: MR PRESIDENT!!

You: Wait

You: Joking aside

You: What are you talking about

You: Wdym “not telling them about your list”

Damimen: Did you not watch the whole video?

You: Got kinda distracted

You: Needed to make Spencer fear for his life a little

Damimen: ???

Damimen: Watch til the end

Damimen: And then come over?

Damimen: If you want?

You furrowed your brow, questions still unanswered, but pleased that he wasn’t upset with you.

You found your way back to the video, clicking forward again until you saw Damien’s headshot and then rewinding to see his list.

Pictures of you.

Three pictures of you. Pictures he had taken when you were together; at the ren faire, getting coffee, in the office.

And now the texts from everybody remarking on how cute the video was made sense. They hadn’t been referring to your list, they’d been referring to Damien’s more than forward response that worked in tandem with yours.

“Not a lot of variety to this one,” Shayne laughed into his hands, “I don’t really have to guess cause there’s only one name left on this list, but even if there wasn’t…This is Damien. Yeah, no, this is Damien. Final answer.”

“How do you know?” Spencer pushed.

“Well I mean, I, y’know, I received these pictures from Damien when they were taken,” Shayne spoke as if it should’ve been apparent, “But also. Come on. I know. See,” he clicked to the next page, where Damien’s name and picture appeared. Shayne raised his arms in triumph.

Your mouth fell open and your lips curved up into a subtle smile.

If you hadn’t been obvious, you’d certainly been oblivious.

The pictures of you that Damien had taken lined up on the screen paired with Shayne’s assurance in his answer, the knowing chuckles from off screen, it all made your heart skip. You felt it sinking from your throat and back into your chest where it belonged, thrumming contentedly.

Damien’s handle on your heart didn’t worry you. If anything, it relaxed you, made you feel safe, collected despite the rollercoaster of a morning you’d had. The discovery of a crush requited made you feel giddy; young and in love.

You: On my way

You: Gimme 20 minutes

You: And send me those pictures

You: 😘

Damimen: 🫡🥰

#damien haas #damien haas fic #damien haas fanfiction #damien haas x reader #damien haas x you #smosh #smosh fic #smosh fanfiction

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3terna15unshin3 · 7 months

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Has there been a phone sex while he’s on tour blurb 👀

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He’s only a call away, right?

1078 words

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a/n: Oh my god olive there literally hasn’t…….. How have i not written this by now it’s so hot

(Read the main fic here if u want more Matty and Este!!)

cw: 18+, minors DNI, dirty talk (sorry), mutual masturbation, phone sex, sub! matty ish??? a bit??, unedited, (i am posting this now in light of the Phone Eating bit)

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Este woke up after having dreamt of Matty's face between her legs. The way his tongue pressed strongly at all of the right spots, and his hands gripped around the base of her thighs as she squirmed. Disappointed was an understatement when she peeled her eyes open to see that he wasn't really there.

Tour was long and they were lonely and missing each other, so it was frequent that they thought of the other when getting off alone. But somehow, they had yet to get off alone together; even though they talked on the phone every night (morning for her, per the eight hour difference between the states along the west coast and London).

She was already unbelievably wet, wrapped in her bedsheets with sleep still in her eyes. So, when the first thing she heard was the ring of her phone, a sinful smile crept onto her face.

"Hi darling,"

"Morning," Este answered, voice raspy.

"Shit, have I woken you? I thought 1 would been a safe enough time to call,"

"Oh, don't worry," she insisted, pushing her underwear down her legs and discarding them off the side of her bed. "You're right, I'm usually up by now. Just didn't have the best sleep."

Matty frowned. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah. I was just busy dreaming of you."

He wasn't frowning anymore. Matty gulped the saliva down his throat and his ears perked. He could hear the smirk in Este's voice, and wondered if she somehow knew that he was already semi-hard.

"Oh yeah?" He egged her on, "Tell me about it."

Este bit her lip as she finally put some pressure onto her sensitive clit.

“You were here with me,” she started, eyes closing as she pictured the scene. “And I had your head pinned between my thighs.”

His breath quickened and he grabbed himself over his boxers, quietly hissing at the sudden wave of pleasure.

“Was I making you feel good?” Matty asked with a whine.

She nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see her, then corrected herself by muttering, “So good, baby.” Her fingers circled quickly. “Your tongue was against me,”

Matty took himself out, spitting into his hand and running it over his length a few times. He let out a breathy moan, then heard one back from Este.

“I wish I could taste you now,”

Her fingers collected the wetness surrounding her entrance and pressed even harder on her bundle of nerves. The action made her hips buck upwards and her jaw drop open.

“Me too. My fingers don’t feel as good as your mouth does,” teased Este, “Are you touching yourself too?”

The sound of his hand moving up and down his cock, slathered in his own spit and pre-cum, echoed through his quiet hotel room. She could hear it, so that answered her question, but Matty responded anyway.

“Fuck, yeah I am,” he groaned. “I’m so fucking hard for you, E.”

Este laid her phone on her pillow next to her ear so she could use her other hand to play with her nipples. She grabbed harshly, sucking in her breath at the feeling.

“All for me?” she egged him on, chest heaving up and down. The muscles in her stomach grew tight as pressure built right below her navel. “Your fist must not compare to my tight little cunt.”

Matty thought about the slick and warm feeling of sinking his cock into her pussy. The way she’d clench around him. He tightened his grip on himself and pictured it as Este instead.

“Darling—God—you’re killing me,” he whined. His action sped up, desperate for release. “My fist isn’t good enough, baby. I need you around me,”

“Keep going. I’m right here,” Este said, slipping two fingers into her entrance and curling them. Her mind drifted to the way he pounded into her relentlessly the last night before he left. Este’s ass stuck up in the air and met him halfway with every thrust. His fingertips on one hand dug into her hips as he fucked her deep; while the other was tangled in her hair, pressing her face into their pillows. The thought of it made her speed up her fingers.

“I’m not gonna last much longer if I do,” warned Matty. He ran his thumb over his pink tip, shuddering in the process.

“Wait for me, baby. I’m almost there. Can you do that?” She moaned at the sound of his frustrated groans on the other side of the line.

His hand only stroked faster. “Please, E. I’m so close already, just let me—”

“Matty.” Este sternly interrupted. “Be good and wait for me. You don’t want me to come all by myself, do you?”

He stilled his fist to try and obey, but then found himself fucking up into it instead. “Fuck, no. I don’t,” Matty responded through gritted teeth, voice intense and cutting. His hips buckled messily as the pressure beneath his skin threatened to snap.

The sound of his desperate plea made Este squeeze her eyes tightly with pleasure. She could hear the filthy rhythm his hand carried over his length and tried to match her own with it. Her breathing sped up as she felt her high approach.

“That’s it. Fuck, I bet you miss fucking this pussy. The way it milks all the cum out of you,” Este managed to whisper, so distracted by the euphoria building up and about to explode that she struggled to speak clearly.

“I miss it so much, baby. P-Please, just let me cum. It fucking hurts, E, you’re gonna make me cum so hard—”

“Fuck, Matty—okay—cum with me. Go on, love,”

He finally let go, coming harder than he ever could without her help. “Shit, Este,” Matty cried, opening his eyes to peer at the white strings pulsing out of him onto his stomach. When he thought of Este licking the hot seed off his skin, he threw his head back against his pillow and bit down on his lip, dick continuing to throb.

Then she came—at the same time—groaning in hysteria, lifting her hips off the bed and trapping her hand between her thighs. His name fell out of her lips, repeatedly and almost pornographically, while she slowed her fingers and rode out her high.

After a few laboured breaths, Este giggled with a post-orgasm giddiness. “Well good morning to me, I guess.” She joked.

Matty rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.

“We’re using FaceTime tomorrow. Deal?”

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wandafiction · 3 months

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Sounds Like A Date - Just Us Chapter 9

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1890

Series List | Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

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"Knock, knock." My sister's voice travels gently across the room, as she lets herself into my room. "Sorry to wake you, but you keep getting messages from an unknown number. They ask if you're still up for meeting today...."

"Today?" I shoot up from laying down and now sat facing my sister. "Pass me my phone please."

She comes to sit next to me passing my phone off to me, I see a few notifications on my phone but specifically read the newest text.

Unknown: Are you okay? You're not replying? Please say this is your number. (10.43 a.m.)

"Shit." I groan as I unlock my phone to see the various messages I've received, scrolling back to the first one.

Unknown: Hey Y/n! Just wanted to say I had an amazing time last night, and a lovely time this morning. Can't wait to see you again. (8.30 pm)

Unknown: Oh it's Wanda by the way. (8.31 pm)

Unknown: You made me feel so many things I haven't felt in a long time and some I've never felt before (10.21pm)

Unknown: the gils say hellloooo. I ddnt tell them yhat mucj jusy that I splrt wit somon. (10.53 pm) (The girls say hello. I didn't tell them that much just that I slept with someone.)

I can only assume she was drunk at this point and I giggle to myself as I continue to read drunk texts from her that get harder and harder to understand as I go on. They range from telling me how sexy I am to a ramble about some friend drama. And then one text which is literally a bunch of letters.

Unknown: iralywnttocuagin (11.47 pm)

"What are you giggling at?" Carol peaks over my shoulder to read some of the messages. "Oh wow. Whoever it is is very drunk….she called you sexy? Oh my, is this a new girl?"

"I don't know, we literally slept with each other Friday night, dropped her off Saturday late morning and then the panic attack happened. I can't believe I slept through the whole day and night." I rub my hands over my face as I continue reading the messages.

Unknown: Oh my god! I am so sorry about all the messages. I was completely out of it. (9.20 am)

Unknown: are you busy today? (9.30 am)

Unknown: is everything okay? You haven't messaged back at all? (9.50 am)

Unknown: I'm sorry that sounded rude. Just message me back. Please. (9.52 am)

Unknown: so Natasha has just informed me that I did indeed talk about our encounter on Friday night. Of course she is the only one who actually knows who you are. (9.57 am)

Unknown: did I do something? Or are you regretting everything? (10.13 am)

Unknown: I knew it was too good to be true (Message deleted) Unknown: you could have just said it was a one time thing for you instead of giving me your number. (Message deleted) Unknown: I'm more worried than frustrated. Are you okay? (10.34 am)

Shit! She thinks I'm ignoring her! But what do I tell her? I can't just be like 'hey, sorry I'm not ignoring you. I just had a fucking huge ass panic attack yesterday after getting home and have only just woken up.' No that would scare her away. She doesn't need to know about that.

"Can you help me message her so she doesn't get angry for the radio silence, but also doesn't run away?" I timidly ask my sister. Instead of replying she snatches my phone, types something in and passes it back. Oh god. I look down to see what she has said.

Y/n: Hey, I am so sorry. I got home and my sister surprised me with a surprise visit, and she made me turn my phone off so I could spend some 'quality' time with her. We stayed up way too late and I've only just woken up. (11.24 am)

Oh. That's not so bad. Carol places her hand on my back, rubbing it up and down for a few minutes while we sit in a comfortable silence.

"Thank you." It's the only thing I can say to her about yesterday and this morning.

"Always." She kisses my right temple, and I wince slightly. Okay why does that hurt, oh shit I hit my head as I went down. "Let's get that eye of yours sorted out, yeah?"

"Is it bad?"

"Badass? Yeah!" We both laugh as she hoists me off the bed playfully shoving my back so I walk towards the bathroom. "But it does look like you lost the fight to the counter. It's a nice black eye though, you wear it well."

"Well I guess that's good." Ping. I turn to look at my phone and smile at the message I see.

Unknown: It's okay. I understand, siblings are important. I hope you're not too tired, I wondered if you wanted to meet today?

~unknown~ changed to ~Wanda~

Y/n: I'm not too tired at all. What have you got planned?

I sit down on the stool in the bathroom, while Carol grabs a washcloth to give my face a clean. As she is wiping it she is looking down at me with those oh so caring eyes she has, maybe a little sadness, but also understanding. She smiles gently down at me as my eyes light up when another message comes through.

Wanda: Well I was thinking maybe going to a small café for a drink, some food. Then maybe go for a walk in the local park that's there, just talk and get to know one another. Then maybe head back to yours for a movie?

Wanda: or we could head to mine? Up to you really? So what do you say?

Y/n: sounds like you're asking me on a date?

Wanda: What if I was? What would you say?

Y/n: I would say, yes. Yes I like the idea of the date. Do you want me to pick you up from yours or meet at the café?

Wanda: Pick me up, please? 🥺

Y/n: Of course princess. What sort of time?

Wanda: In an hour?

Y/n: I will see you then. I need to sort myself out so I will let you know when I'm leaving.

Wanda: okay! See you soon!

"A date? Huh." My sister's voice brings me back from looking at my phone, her curious gaze on mine.

"What?" I put my phone on the side, as I stand up to look at my face in the mirror. Well shit that's going to take a lot of makeup to hide.

"Nothing. Just proud of you." She brings my body into hers gently wrapping her arms around my body, even though I tower over her, she always gives the best hug.

"I'm proud of myself too." I rest my chin on the top of her head, slightly bending down to match her height better.

"How long has it been?" She looks up at me, so I move to stand up straight to look down at her from a more comfortable position.

"I haven't had a date since Stephanie." She hums in response hugging me tighter at the mention of my ex's name. She pulls out of the embrace her hands on my cheeks gently rubbing them, avoiding my eye.

"Okay, well let me know how it goes. Also if this is going to go somewhere I want to meet her." I go to say something but she puts her hand in front of my face telling me to stop. "Not straight away, no. Maybe after month 1 or 2. You need to be sure this is what you want, and that it's going to work. If it is, well, then I will meet her. Only to make sure you don't find yourself in a situation you've you've in before. Okay?"

I'm not even going to argue, she is my older sister of course she is going to be over protective. "Okay."

"You listen hear….wait….Okay?" She seems surprised by my response, I mean I would normally try and make excuses. However, I know she won't let it go so why let this go on.

"Okay." I see her smile up at me.

"Okay then. Now do you need help with your makeup." She points a finger at my eye.

"Please." I say as I hand her the makeup bag, sitting on the counter next to the sink. I hardly wear makeup, but I have it for PR events and other business events.

It doesn't take long for Carol to do my makeup, making sure all of the blue and purple of my black eye is coveted nicely. She suggested wearing sunglasses, which only works if it's sunny; and it's not. It's currently overcast but the weatherman said there's no chance of rain, that's good at least.

"So it's a date?" Carol asks, when she comes to join me in the walk-in closet.

"That's what she said." I look around the clothes that are hanging up trying to decide what to wear.

"You slept with each other Friday, and are now going on a date today. Which for your information is Sunday." She turns her head to look up at me.

"Yeah why?" I ask as I pick out a pair of black skinny jeans holding them up against some tops.

"Nothing, just seems like you're both diving in head first." She brings over a plain white sweatshirt holding it against the jeans.

"Is that a bad thing? I mean people who online date, technically class their first meetings as a date right?" I place the sweatshirt and jeans on the island in the closet and head over to grab some shoes.

"No it's not a bad thing but it's like you missed steps 1 to 3 and skipped straight to sex and now are doing steps 1-3." She laughs as she brings over a light brown overcoat placing it on the island with the other clothes.

"Well isn't that how mom and dad met? A one night stand turned into 13 years of marriage." I raise an eyebrow in question as I turn to her, showing her some simple black vans in my hand.

"You're right, I know nothing." She laughs as she chucks me my clothes from the island.

"Exactly, you and Maria met in the air force, and you being the ever romantic person you are, took her on plenty of dates before actually doing the deed. Now look at you. Your married, you have Monica and that stupid ginger cat." Her eyes light up as I mention her wife and child, the biggest smile plastered on her face.

"You're right, I know nothing about one night stands, apart from mom and dad's story. Now get changed and go on your date before she thinks you stood her up." She gives me a pointed look as she leaves the walk-in. "Oh by the way, I'm staying for a couple of days. Want to catch up with people." She shouts behind the closing door...fun.

Y/n: Just putting on my shoes, leaving now.

Wanda: I will see you soon y/n.

Y/n: see you soon Wanda.

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #just us series

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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Being ‘besties’ w Matty, and sharing a flat. Neither of you really know you’re in love w the other, or maybe you do but you’ve suppressed it. I’m thinking about how it is when one of you has someone spend the night.

Matty meeting them in the kitchen the next morning and being very polite (perhaps too polite, offering them coffee). And as soon as they’ve left Matty just says ‘no. You can do better than that’. And then that day he is extra tactile with you- kissing you on the head, ruffling your hair, pulling you into multiple hugs by grabbing at your jumper.

And when Matty has someone stay and it’s your turn to meet them. How does that go?? Maybe he teases you a bit. If you complain you could hear them going at it, he just laughs and says ‘you should’ve joined us’.

Matty bursting into your room in the early hours. “I NEED A CONDOM. WHERE DO YOU KEEP THEM?” And he is rifling through your drawers before you’ve even woken up properly.

Him blasting music in his headphones because he cannot stand hearing you with someone else.

I have so many thoughts related to this concept!!!

oh you're both absolutely in love with each other but you're both kinda terrified to fuck up the dynamic by admitting it in case it goes tits up and someone has to move out (a proper nightmare especially in this cost of living crisis, actually) so it's all kind of meaningless sexual encounters and they're all kind of unfulfilling because the person you wish you were sleeping with and trying to distract yourself from thinking about is literally through the wall right now with their headphones on (although i think sometimes on the days when the yearning for each other is really bad then they do listen for a little bit for, uh, selfish reasons before it starts to hurt). and most of the time you both kick people out after you've fucked them, out of respect for your flatmate, but there's one night you're just so exhausted that you fall right asleep after it and then you run into matty the next morning and it just triggers this sense of possessiveness within him - he's being overly polite so he doesn't snap the guy's neck out of jealousy, and yeah he's extra tactile and almost-boyfriendy with you that day and you actually really like it. and in terms of matty having a girl stay over, i think it would be really funny if that also triggered his possessiveness as well as yours. like, you're in the kitchen with your coffee seething watching this beautiful girl stand in your hallway hugging matty, and then she sees you in the kitchen and comes in and starts flirting with you like "matty i understand why you didn't introduce me to her last night because i literally wouldve slept with her instead holy shit" and he's like "ok it was great to see you BYE" and after she leaves you're like "she can come back anytime" and he's like "no she fucking cannot". i think the condom thing is funny the way you said it, but i also think that it's the straw that breaks the camel's back in terms of the two of you finally getting together. matty bursts into your room at like 4am looking for one, and it's the first time you've ever actually seen each other face to face on one of the nights where you have someone over. he's half-dressed and dishevelled, and you're half-asleep with bedhead and he can't actually look at you because you look so adorable that it hurts his heart (very be my mistake you do make me hard but she makes me weak vibes), so he just blindly flails towards your bedside table and grabs one BUT in doing that he ends up on top of you and looks at you properly and maybe you've stolen an old t-shirt of his to wear to bed and you're both breathing heavily looking into each other's eyes and he says something like "i don't want to go back through there to use this" and you go "then don't... kick her out and come back to me" and you kiss for the first time and he kicks the girl out and you two finally have sex and all is well <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #flatmate!matty

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kattythingz · 27 days

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YJ x FMA Pt. 6

Where the fuck did this semblance of plot come from

(Don't take that promise too seriously. I'm literally just winging this au for fun to keep Solaris from frying my brain. Feel free to prompt me or give me ideas tho!! I live for shenanigans and episode rewrites.)

🧡 Pt. 1 💛 Pt. 2 🤍 Pt. 3 🩵 Pt. 4 💙 Pt. 5 🧡

Generally, there were better ways to be woken up than choking on his own heart lodged in his throat.

Ling had gone to bed a king the other night. Immediately, upon being led to Ling’s room—their room now, by the League’s blessing—Ed had struck him with a familiar barrage of a thousand and one questions about anything and everything he laid brilliant eyes on, poking fingers across every surface, judging every blank space on the wall lacking Ling’s presence; listening, deeply, when Ling had stopped him out of the blue with arms around his waist and words murmured into his neck.

The following hour had been a blur as Ed was suddenly in borrowed clothes from him and lying across his chest. And Ling hadn’t slept so well in weeks.

But he’d never known terror like the following morning either.

When his arms were empty—the mattress colder than his blood in a single instant.

He might’ve looked mad sprinting into the kitchen as he had. He might’ve looked the greatest fool to walk the Earth, standing there paralyzed by a single glimpse of sunlight. He might’ve—

Needed a minute.

“Well, shit. If it isn’t the actual emperor of Xing this time.”

Ling’s breathing hadn’t quite steadied yet when he padded his way back to the kitchen, catching in his chest all over again at the teasing grin Ed—Ed, Ed, Ed, real, not a dream—shot him from his helm at the stove.

“Took you long enough, your stupendous majesty,” Ed snickered.

Ling crawled on his heart toward Ed’s side. The grin stole its way onto his face as he said, “You realize that isn’t the diss you want it to be, right? Stupendous means—”

“Who cares what it means? Sounds like stupid, so it’s stupid.”

“That’s not how it works at all,” Ling laughed, and couldn’t help draping himself over Ed’s available side, that had been left suspiciously open for him anyway. True enough, Ed shifted at the clinginess but didn’t brush him off. “The word is even grander in Xingese, you know. You’d be giving me quite the compliment if you ever said that to me in that language.”

“Exactly why I said it in this one. Whatever it is.” Ed dumped an omelet from the pan and onto a plate, and Ling snagged it immediately. Ed rolled his eyes but didn’t stop him. “I don’t suppose you’ve wondered what language this is or how we’re speaking it, lazyass that you are?”

“Can’t say I have.” Ling beamed, lifting his arm from Ed’s middle to bend it on his shoulder instead and eat from the angle. “Well?”

The word came out muffled by food, and Ed pulled a face at him. “Well, you’re disgusting. Sit the fuck down or get your face away from me.”

“Why, Edward—!”

A loud clearing of a throat interrupted Ling, and he turned his head to catch Kaldur as the source, M’gann focusing politely on her food next to him as well.

Ah, right. The children.

“I believe I might be able to answer your question, Ed,” Kaldur said, the image of courtesy. “The language we’re all speaking is English. And Ling did, in fact, express a similar question upon his first arrival.”

“Don’t tell him so soon, Kaldur!” Ling whined, but he was pleased as ever to see the juvenility from Kaldur. “That’s not part of the game.”

“It’s a game now?” Ed snorted. “Sit down, dumbass, seriously.”

Ling had half a mind to put aside his food and say no to that. But now that his insides had found relative stability in Ed’s orbit, his stomach was yawning, so he pressed a quick kiss to Ed’s temple while he was distracted before joining his friends at the island.

Ed squawked at the motion, wiping the spot with an insulting disgust—“What the hell, Ling?!”—and Ling laughed.

“Perhaps you’ve gotten rusty, Ed. You should’ve seen that coming.”

Ed grumbled. “Yeah, yeah, shut up. I’m thinking.”

Ling had noticed that, yes. That was why he’d softened Ed’s intense expression with a kiss first. Though, by the returning pinch of those features, it seemed the effort had been moot.

Ling sobered in his seat. “What are you thinking?”

Ed’s gaze flicked to him, and then Kaldur and M’gann, who followed Ling’s cue and sat up as well. He bit his lip, torn.

“I’m thinking…” he started, with meaningful weight, “the Truth might have something to do with this.”

Ling immediately tensed. “Why do you say?”

Kaldur and M’gann couldn’t possibly begin to understand the sheer danger of that implication, and Ling was sorry to exclude them like this. But Ed’s fingers had gone taut around his arms, anxious beyond his skin, and Ling couldn’t stand that sight either.

“Ed,” Ling repeated, and Ed thankfully looked up. “Why do you say that?”

Ed blew out a breath. Bracing himself before saying, “The runes of that circle. I told you it took me and Teacher a week to figure out together, and that’s because neither of us recognized half the runes on it. The closest match I found for their origin was old. Really old.” He looked at Ling. “Several centuries’ ago Xing, to be exact.”

Ling frowned. “That’s not possible. Xing doesn’t have—”

“I know,” Ed interrupted with a frustrated noise. “That’s why I took so long too. I thought the scroll was bullshitting me, but it wasn’t. The runes on it were a perfect match for the ones on the circle. And that sort of knowledge was just lying around your palace.”

“So you’re saying…”

“This was an inside job.” Ed grimaced. “Guess a few cockroaches slipped you, after all.”

Something coiled in the base of Ling’s ribcage, and he clenched his jaw hard. Ed’s expression thawed with remorse in the corner of his eye.

“Mei and I tried figuring it out ourselves,” Ed said wearily in lieu of an apology, which was good, because Ling wasn’t taking one. This wasn’t Ed’s fault. This, apparently, was his own. “We narrowed it down to the best list we could, but—”

“Ed.”

Ed’s mouth snapped shut, and he cast a wide-eyed look at Ling. Still so prone to carrying Ling’s weight, even when Ling bore his own weight of a crown.

His smile rose bitterly, but rose nonetheless, for Ed.

“It’s alright,” he said. “That shouldn’t have been you and Mei’s job to begin with, and you couldn’t have tackled it in a short week alone, much less the entire month I was gone. You did your best.”

Ed pushed off the counter, staggering with a burden now. “That’s the thing, though. Our best might not be enough anymore here. Ling, one of those runes translated directly to ‘reality’. Truth in another name. If we’re here at all in any manner thanks to that thing, then who knows what the toll—?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

Ed stopped at the firm assertion. “You don’t know that. I don’t know that yet.” He shook his head, jostling bangs out of place and forcing him to retuck them with an uneasy exhale. “I… I don’t regret chasing you here. Truth knows someone had to get you home, and I’ll be damned if that’s not me. I’m happy to see you again too. But… this is another world, Ling. I don’t know anything here; I don’t even know the symbols on the other circle I came out of. I never got a good look at it thanks to that fucking scientist, and I barely figured out the one back in the palace too—”

“You made it here, didn’t you?” Ling interrupted him, and Ed swallowed a pin. “That means you’ve already figured out half of it.”

“Yeah, but—”

“If I may.” Kaldur’s voice beat Ling to it, and he turned easily to him. Unlike Ed, who whirled like their audience had burned him.

Kaldur bore the shock well, back straight and expression set.

“I may not understand the true depth of your positions, but I do understand that, as of now—and however long is within our power—your position is with us. Among friends, and comrades.” He quirked his lips in that empathic lilt of his, sharing the kindness with not only Ed, but M’gann and Ling as well. “Perhaps that will not get you home easier, but worse odds have failed to stop this team. This will not be different.”

He held them all with such obvious confidence, and Ling had never seen a better leader in the making. He thought Ed saw it too, when his eyes flashed as he considered Kaldur and softened at the barest edges.

Ed let out a breath, shaking his head a little.

“You really shouldn’t talk back to me like that.” He gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Those are some ballsy words to promise.”

Kaldur smiled. “I will take that as a compliment.”

That got another laugh out of Ed, truer that time, and he restored enough hope to finally get to making his own omelet—because of course he’d kept himself for last, and, of course, that was when Ling remembered his own pressing question, finally.

“Speaking of ballsy,” Ling said, eager to lift the atmosphere again. “Ed, how’d the interrogation go yesterday?”

He’d spoken between a mouthful again, and Ed didn’t miss a beat in shooting him an unimpressed look. He understood the words suspiciously well for someone who judged Ling for his eating-and-speaking habits, though.

“The interrogation went fine, you damn glutton,” Ed huffed, certainly for Kaldur and M’gann’s confused sakes, folding the omelet in a blind motion. “Dragged on for way too long and nearly bored me to sleep, but fine. Although, I have some serious questions about whoever’s in charge of designing the clothes around here.”

It took the resident heroes a second to catch on. But when they did, it was M’gann who reacted first, snorting high in her nose. She blushed at the noise, slapping a hand over her mouth in mortification—but Ling had heard it before from Ed. And his heart had only been trained to melt for the sound.

“I am—so sorry,” M’gann said when Ed smiled at her too. “I—I was trying to say that, well, that’s kind of funny, since most heroes design their own costumes…” She looked red-faced down at her lap. “Sorry. Continue.”

“What did I say about apologizing?” Ed said, and shook his head. “Anyway, that explains why they’re letting a guy run around in a bat suit—”

Kaldur choked politely on his juice.

“—as if it’s intimidating. I couldn’t even take him seriously, I swear.”

“No, Batman’s—pretty scary, alright,” M’gann squeaked out, either thinking the same thing as Kaldur or trying not to. Either way, Ling barely masked his laughter at them. “But I guess I can see why you wouldn’t get it. You stood up to him pretty easily yesterday…”

“Oh, that was nothing,” Ed said. He served his own food at last, bringing over his plate to their corner before continuing, “You should meet my alchemy teacher, if you think a guy like that’s scary. Once you’ve pissed off the devil into tossing butcher knives at you blindfolded…” He shivered. “You never look back.”

“I’ll say,” Ling mumbled, failing to contain his own reaction. “How certain are you again that she won’t kill me after walking you down the aisle, Ed?”

Ed actually had to pause to consider that. He opened his mouth, before closing it.

“Probably—seventy-thirty?” he guessed far too calmly for Ling’s liking. “Teacher has manners too. She’d probably wait until after the ceremony to do anything. I dunno your chances then.”

Ling hated that very, very much.

“Great.” He sank into his seat. So his future wasn’t very long, even if they escaped this world safely.

He was already lamenting his stolen youth when a new chi entered the periphery of his senses. It wasn’t anyone worth pretending around like the Justice League, so he kept his posture and listened to the other three laugh at him instead.

“Why do you think I bullied that league or whatever into letting us share your room?” Ed said, still laughing, he was so cruel. “I know your future is short.”

“Did you really?” M’gann said, surprised. “Bully the Justice League, I mean?”

By her asking it that way, it didn’t seem like she thought it was too crazy for Ed to do such a thing. Which was an apt conclusion to draw. Even Kaldur only furrowed his brow in curiosity.

Ed snickered, then. “Oh, yeah. Totally. The red-and-blue guy at least—”

“Superman?” Kaldur offered.

“That’s the stupid name!” Ed snapped his fingers. “Yeah, him.”

Ling shifted at the chi abruptly freezing. Ed continued, none-the-wiser, “He seriously pissed me off in the first place, so I didn’t mind making him a little uncomfortable too. Bastard should’ve thought twice before trying me. Maybe he will now.”

“Bastard?” Ling repeated idly—and he already had a feeling where that conversation had gone. But, still, for audiences out of the loop…

He sat up to lean on his elbow, catching Ed’s eye with the motion. “I don’t suppose there’s a story behind that?”

Ed narrowed his eyes. Suspecting immediately, for sure, but not knowing enough to dismiss him yet. When Ling only smiled back invitingly, he rolled his eyes with a put-upon sigh and tossed Ling the bone. He said, “Not much of a story, so much as an uncomfortable rehash. I thought the guy’s name was familiar, so I asked him if he had any relation to a Superboy too—”

“Oh!” M’gann gasped, sympathy striking her features. “We completely forgot to warn you about that. Superman is—”

“Superboy’s dad, yeah, I got that pretty quickly.” M’gann furrowed her brow when Ed scowled suddenly. “He seemed pretty eager to deny any connection to his own son. I hope Superboy’s had a chance to punch his asshole dad yet. If he hasn’t, he should get one.”

Leave it to Ed to put it so perfectly.

Ling hummed, casting a quick glance to the space past the kitchen and the chi that lingered in it.

Superboy had definitely heard that.

Good.

Ling pulled his face back to a grin, and judging by the look Ed shot him as soon as his gaze returned, they were having words later.

“That sounds awful, dear!” Ling said cheerily, and Ed’s scowl deepened with further suspicion. “I can’t imagine how you responded to that.”

“You know exactly how I responded, asshole!”

“I’m almost certain I don’t, actually.”

Ed’s eyebrows twitched.

“I fucking hate you.”

Kaldur and M’gann shared extremely confused looks when Ling beamed in response.

“Now, that I know!”

#ask me how ed bullied superman. PLEASE #fullmetal alchemist #fma #young justice #edling #edward elric #ling yao #m'gann m'orzz #kaldur'ahm #yj x fma #crossover #fanfiction

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bippot · 2 years

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Summary ~ Poor Eddie didn't show up to school because he has a bit of a cough and Wayne needs his rest, so his best friend and her puppy are willing to come to his aid.

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Sick Character, Cutesy, Friends to Lovers, Caretaking, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Song Recommendation: Home Sweet Home by Motley Crue

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

Skipping school was something that Eddie did often. Very often. All of Hellfire didn't bat an eyelid when he didn't show up at lunch. Maybe he was at a deal. Maybe he was still sleeping. Maybe he just didn't want to.

Yet, they knew with one hundred percent certainty that he'd never miss a Thursday. That's when their campaign was. They can't have a session without the DM! That's literally impossible.

Dustin, ever the sweetheart, decided to call the Munson household to check up on their buddy. Well, he had the idea to call. "You do it," he whined, looking up at Y/N and shoving the note with Eddie's number into her hands.

"You're just scared Wayne will answer."

"Yes, I am. He's so scary, and he knows you."

"Wayne is not scary."

"He is too!"

Y/N chuckled at the younger boy and pushed him out of the way, grabbing the phone as she teased, "Henderson, you are a complete pussy."

The boy huffed and crossed his arms as if daring her to keep teasing him. If she did keep teasing him, he'd tell Eddie about that time he caught her doodling the rocker in her notebook when Mike took four thousand years to decide how he was going to take one of his turns. He had leverage, and he wasn't afraid to use it. "Yeah, yeah. Call the damn number."

So, Y/N dialled the number. It rang five before someone picked up. "Munson residence," A gruff voice huffed out. Wayne. It had to be. Oops, had they woken him? Fuck, he probably worked the night before. He was probably so beat and exhausted from his job. It made her feel instantly bad for doing this.

"Hey Wayne, it's Y/N."

"Oh hey, youngster." Wayne's soft smile reached her ear. Honestly, she had no idea why Dustin was afraid of him. The man was very laid back and friendly, so far from the cold and distant demeanour of Eddie's parents. He was a bit rough around the edges, but Y/N knew that was from a long life of night shifts and stress. But he always seemed kind.

Sheepishly, she twirled the phone cord as she apologised, "Did I wake you? I'm sorry-"

Interrupting, Wayne clarified, "I was already awake, kiddo. Eddie's been coughing all morning long." From the background she'd been hearing sounds that she couldn't quite place, well, now she knew were the harsh tunes of Eddie's smokers cough. How delightful. "Yeah, that idiot boy has come down with a cold or some shit." She could just hear him rolling his eyes as he spoke, "He ain't sick enough to quit smoking though."

Despite her concern, she joked, "Yeah, Ed smokes like a chimney," and tried to ignore Dustin as he poked her in the ribs, urging her to whisper to him what was going on. "Do you need anything? I can always stop by the pharmacy on the way home and drop some things off."

There was a laugh on the line. "Be my alibi when I strangle him? He's been keeping me from my beauty sleep," he replied, a hint of bitterness in his voice that caused Y/N to snicker.

"I could always look after him if you want to get some sleep before your shift tonight? I don't mind, really." And she didn't. Taking care of Eddie would give her something to do. With Hellfire cancelled for the evening, what else could she spend her time doing? Homework? Fuck no. "My parents are on holiday and my house is frighteningly quiet. A coughing idiot could liven the place up a bit."

It was clear Wayne pondered her offer for a moment as the line was silent (except from the distant coughs of the sick loser that was huddled deep in his duvet in his room), until he finally responded, "I knew you were my favourite of Eddie's friends for a reason." A small smirk slipped onto his face as added, "Just don't kill him."

She grinned back, "I'll do my best. I'll pick him up after school."

"Okay. Thanks, kid. I owe you big time. Talk to ya later, alright?"

"Later, Wayne." After hanging up, she smiled and looked over at her friend. Dustin had the smuggest, the most knowing look on his face that she had ever seen. It made her roll her eyes and sigh, "Shut up," but there was no heat behind the words as they both laughed.

"Oh, Eddie. Let me take care of you, my sick little baby," he teased, doing an awful impression of Y/N. She playfully punched his arm and laughed, shaking her head in exasperation, but there was no denying how pink her cheeks had become.

"Shut it."

Humorously, Dustin turned his back to her and wrapped his arms around himself to mimic smooching as his voice got higher and he continued, "Mwah, mwah, one day I'm going to be Mrs. Munson, just you wait. Eddie! Yes, I will marry you! I will bear your fuzzy headed offspring! Mwah, I just love making out with you so much-'' He didn't hear any protests from her, so he turned back around and found that she'd already walked away, meaning that whoever had passed by the telephone had heard him say all that shit and maybe just assumed it was him doing some weird shit. One girl gave him a look. She didn't say anything, but he could tell she was thinking something homophobic. That's the eighties for you, baby.

Hellfire was postponed and Y/N left for Eddie's house the moment the bell rang (well, the drug store then Eddie's). Wayne saw her car park up and almost pushed Eddie out of the door with a "There she is, your Knight in shining...dungarees!" The older Munson looked as tired as she'd expected him to. His hair stuck up in every direction and he had dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. His clothes were rumpled and slightly dirty. He clearly hadn't taken a shower yet.

Eddie looked just as bad, if not worse. He wore a thick hoodie and sweatpants and a blanket hastily tied around his shoulders like a cape, and despite this, he still was shivering. In an attempt to make his hair look less like a dishevelled mop on his head, he'd tied it up in a haphazard bun that was mostly falling out. His nose was red and his expression was one of 'Yeah, I'm not having a great time right now.'

Rolling down her window, she taunted, "Wow, you look like hell."

"Thanks," he sarcastically muttered as he got into her car. There was a small smile tugging at his lips as he closed the door. "How would you like it if I said you looked like shit?"

"I said you looked like hell, not shit."

"Oh, so I don't look like shit?"

"No. You do."

Giving a grateful wave, Wayne went back inside the trailer, presumably to finally get that good shut eye that he needed. As soon as he left, she started the engine and drove to her house. "How are you feeling?" she asked, glancing at Eddie who still had the blanket wrapped tightly around his body.

He shrugged and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked out the window. "Like crap, actually," he admitted groggily, turning towards her and letting her see the pout on his face. His pout was adorable and endearing, but she didn't think it was helping his condition in any way, shape or form. It made her giggle, which was probably a bad thing considering that he turned his glare on her, but honestly, it didn't bother her nearly as much as he thought it would. He was very cute at the moment and she couldn't take his grumpiness seriously.

When they arrived at her house, Eddie jumped out of her car like a little child and hobbled toward her front porch, clutching his blanket like a explorer desperately. clinging to warmth in the arctic tundra. The moment she opened the door, a puppy excitedly ran down the stairs to greet them. She crouched down and let the pup sniff her hand before she picked him up. "I missed you too, Chewie," she declared as the mini Briard happily licked her cheek. Y/N chuckled as she scratched behind his ear and held him against her chest as they made their way inside her abode.

Eddie immediately flopped down on her couch, wrapping his blanket more securely around his frame and burying his face in the throw pillow. He was completely silent, save for the occasional cough. "You okay?" She questioned, putting Chewie down gently on the couch. Eddie simply nodded, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. "You hungry? Thirsty? Got a headache?"

"Yes. Yes....and yes." He rubbed at his temples and glanced over at her curiously, gazing at her with those wide brown puppy dog eyes that she loved so much. Even without saying anything, she was sure he was trying to ask her a question with his eyes alone, and that question was clearly 'Please?'

Without hesitation, she moved to retrieve what he needed and urged Chewie to "Go cuddle up to Eds. He needs it, bud," and somehow it seemed that the dog understood what she said. Or maybe it was because Eddie had a blanket. She came back a few moments later carrying painkillers and a water bottle to find the pair sitting together with Eddie talking to the dog softly about nothing in particular. Y/N quietly sat down next to him and handed him the pill bottle and water. He eyed them with fake caution. "Cyanide?"

"Belladonna."

With a groan, he held his hands out to take the items from her hands and chugged them all in record speed, before handing the empty bottle back. Two out of the three things she'd offered had been provided. One was left. "Food please," he whined, pouting as he'd done in the car. She laughed and hurried to the kitchen to warm up some soup before bringing it to him. It wasn't anything special, but it was simple and quick and the smell alone was enough to have Eddie smiling like an idiot.

Once the bowl was safely within his grasp, she settled in next to him, propping her feet up on the coffee table. At first he seemed to look at her strangely, so she declared, "What? Do you want me to feed you too?" With a smug grin, she swiped the spoon from his hand and teased, "Here comes the aeroplane for the little baby boy." Now, she never would have expected him to open his mouth and let her feed him. And the happy face he'd pulled as she did it made her realise "You love being coddled, don't you?"

A small nod of his head told her everything she needed to know, although he didn't seem like he wanted to admit it. He looked at her quizzically and she merely gave a shrug before continuing to feed him. The silence between them was comfortable, filled only with the occasional slurping or coughing sound.

As she placed the spoon back in the empty bowl, she suddenly felt a tug at the side of her shirt. Looking down, she noticed that Chewie had snuck into their space and was laying down beside them, resting his chin on Eddie's knee. She smiled and stroked behind his ears affectionately.

"Thank you," Eddie eventually said, joining in and stroking the dog's fur. She nodded absentmindedly in acknowledgement before placing the bowl down on the coffee table and stretching out on the couch next to him. She was about to close her eyes when he spoke again. "For taking care of me. And Wayne, I guess."

"It's nothing. You're my best friend, Eddie, and you know I'd do anything for you," she replied, her voice low and sincere. He knew they were best friends, but there was something about hearing it that made him feel lighter somehow. She didn't say it often, but when she did, it meant more than any amount of words could possibly express.

To her, Eddie was family. Family that she was fiercely loyal and protective of. Family she loved unconditionally. The least she could do was care for him, even if he was annoying and stubborn, and a little childish at times. He was her best friend, and she loved him dearly.

Speaking of people she loved, it was now time for Chewie's dinner. "I know you're comfy, but do you want your food? Dinner time?" she asked the dog, her voice a little higher than usual. She watched as he wagged his tail in excitement, ready for his food. "Let's go then. Lead the way."

Chewie ran so fast to the kitchen. He was such a little guy! But he was fast and agile and, with the promise of food, his energy seemed limitless. He bounded across the kitchen floor, barking loudly as he made his way straight to his food bowl and impatiently waited for her to prepare his meal. Yeah, her dog and her best friend had quite a few similarities. And, she loved them both.

"Hey, hey buddy, slow down," she lightheartedly chastised as she saw how quickly her puppy tried to scoff down the food that she brought to him, practically inhaling it in seconds. "Jesus fucking christ. Breathe a little, babe."

Returning to the sofa, Y/N felt Eddie lean against her shoulder as soon as she sat beside him and sighed contently. They stayed like that for a while; Eddie snuggling closer and melting into the comfort of Y/N's presence. He felt safe around her, which was always a plus. Her hand came up to fix the mess of his hair, gently removing the elastic band that he'd used as a hair tie and untangling the messy strands. She could hear his quiet intake of breath before he closed his eyes and let her run her fingers through his hair, combing out the tangles and making it somewhat presentable.

It felt nice. So soothing, in fact, that he didn't want it to stop. Soon, his locks were tangle free - it took longer than it should've - and he let her plait it for him as Chewie returned, contently sitting on Y/N's lap as she worked. She finished in no time at all and took one of her hair bands from her wrist, twirling the hair into a bun and securing it with a tie.

"There we go. So pretty," she cooed in his direction, earning a satisfied hum and a smile from him. Now that was done,she suggested, "Do you want to watch a video?"

As a matter of fact, she already had in mind a movie that she knew he'd really like, but she didn't want to push him if his headache was too bad. He hesitated, looking at the television sceptically before finally nodding.

Repo Man, a beautifully weird movie about cars and extraterrestrials - two things Eddie was a fan of, and it was just lucky that her dad had rented it just before her parents went on holiday and left her to dogsit.

Y/N sprawled out, lying back against the cushions and wasn't surprised when Chewie decided to awkwardly slot himself in the gap between her shoulder and the back cushion, falling asleep almost instantly. However, she was a little taken aback when Eddie snuggled up to her, crawling on top of her and resting his head on her chest.

"Your boobs are comfy." he whispered and she rolled her eyes playfully, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him closely. He sighed and rested his cheek against her clothed upper breast, watching the film in peace.

After a few minutes, he realised just how much he liked being here, and he couldn't help himself. He lifted his head off her chest and turned towards her with a questioning gaze. She smiled warmly and raised a brow, waiting for whatever he may have to say. He took a deep breath before slowly speaking, "I'm sorry if you get sick too now."

She shook her head, her hand coming up to brush a stray strand of his hair away from his eye as she murmured, "It's okay, big guy. If I get sick, you'll have to take care of me." He smiled slightly, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips. "I promise I'll be half as whiny as you."

Now was definitely the wrong time. Definitely. But, he was feeling woozy and a little out of it so he replied, "Okay. You could be double as whiny and I would still love you."

His heart skipped a beat at his own words. Oh god, what had come over him? But, the smile and slight blush that lit up her face was worth it. And when she pressed a kiss to his forehead, saying, "I love you too," he knew he hadn't imagined the butterflies in his stomach. At first he'd mistaken them for general being ill symptoms, but no, this was different, this was pure bliss. Pure joy. This was love.

Settling back down, he gave her collarbone a light peck and continued watching the movie, the heat of her body radiating comfortably against his. It didn't take long until he was drifting off, completely oblivious to the world around him. He didn't notice the way the corners of her lips curled upwards as she glanced down at him, her eyes softening at the sight of his peaceful expression.

Chewie was the first of the two to wake up, and because Chewie was awake, that meant he decided to stand and walk across Eddie's back. Despite the fact that the puppy barely weighed anything, Eddie woke up to the soft pitter patter of paws across the back of his shoulders. As he opened his eyes, he found the dog standing over him with an expectant look on his face. He groaned, not wanting to move, but he had to since Y/N needed to get out from under him. He pushed his upper body up onto his elbows and shifted to get off of Y/N, not really noticing the smile on her face as she watched him struggle to lift himself out of grogginess.

Kissing his temple as a silent apology, Y/N carefully removed herself from the indent they had made in the couch and lifted her annoying little pup to the ground before he started yapping. He immediately began running around, chasing his favourite chew toy.

When she looked over at Eddie again, she saw that he was rubbing his eyes, clearly trying to keep them open, and he looked utterly adorable with his bleary eyes and rumpled clothes. There was a small dusting of red on his cheeks as he yawned and stretched his limbs lazily, the blanket slipping off of his shoulders. His shirt had ridden up slightly, exposing the skin of his bare stomach and she couldn't help but find herself staring for just a second longer.

Eddie caught her and raised a brow, smiling sheepishly as he asked, "What's up?" She shook herself from the trance that she'd been in and looked away, trying to hide her embarrassed expression.

"Nothing, nothing. Just, uh... nothing."

"You don't sound very convincing," he pointed out, reaching out and grabbing her hand. She was trying hard to ignore the blush that was creeping onto her face, though it seemed like she was failing miserably.

Maybe she should give up on resisting the blush, and let her face naturally turn red, instead of trying to fight it. "You look very cute right now," she admitted shyly as Eddie's thumb caressed her knuckles. He grinned widely, his dimples making their appearance as his eyes shone in excitement.

"You don't look so bad yourself," he commented casually, his gaze trailing over her form appreciatively, especially when she bent down to throw Chewie's toy for him, causing the dog to chase it even more enthusiastically than before.

Playing fetch with her dog was exactly what Eddie needed. Not only did he feel better after sleeping peacefully, but also, he felt happy. Happy and content. Still sick, but he wasn't so grumpy about it now. And the smile on his face was contagious as it reached Y/N's own lips, mirroring his. "So," she spoke softly after chucking the toy into the next room so they'd have some time to speak, "How are you feeling now? Do you want anything?"

"Well..." He began thoughtfully, scratching the back of his neck as he searched for the right words. "My head is still hurting, and my throat feels kinda dry, but I don't feel sick or dizzy anymore."

"Want a drink?" Chewie was back by then, tail thumping against the floor happily as he strutted past Y/N to drop the toy at Eddie's feet.

"Yeah, sure. Water sounds good."

A few moments later, she returned with a tall glass full of water and handed it to him, grinning as he accepted the offered glass gratefully. After taking a sip, he asked, "How did the Hellfire boys take it?"

"Like champs." She brushed some hair from his cheek and placed it behind his ear. "Mike was a bit pissed, but when is that boy ever happy? Gareth, Jeff and Nate were as gracious as ever. Lucas had basketball anyway."

"And Henderson?"

She let out a chuckle. "Dustin was too busy having a great time making fun of us. Well, mostly me, but you were the cause."

"Me?" he repeated incredulously, laughing at her absurd statement. How could he be the cause? "I wasn't even there!"

"You weren't. Yet, it was all your fault!" she exclaimed, smacking him lightly in the arm with an amused smile. "If you weren't so... you, I wouldn't get teased for liking whatever this is." She gestured to his whole being as if that explained everything, because in a way, it did.

Earlier they had said that they loved each other, yet that could've been misconstrued as platonic in some lights. That statement was a little harder to dispute. "You like me." He stated plainly, looking intently at her with those big brown eyes as he waited for her reply.

For a moment, she simply stared at him. Then, without hesitation, she leaned forward and kissed him, one hand finding its way to cup his face. When they pulled apart, both blushing brightly, Eddie chuckled and jeered, "Good job on getting rid of all my doubt."

"Don't mention it," she jovially responded, tracing her finger across his jaw. "I'm definitely going to get sick too now."

Y/N definitely was going to get sick. Swapping saliva? Yeah, school was a no go tomorrow.

"Oh, I can't wait to hear how high pitched and girly your sneezes are," he mumbled, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. She shuddered slightly at the ticklish sensation, giggling quietly as he nipped playfully at her skin.

"Shut up," she retorted, pushing him away, but he just laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him as they snuggled together on the couch.

The level of comfort was through the roof.

"Can we just stay here forever?"

"As long as you want." She knew that what she said wasn't exactly true. Chewie would need to go up the garden soon. The sentiment was there.

Eddie squeezed her slightly, enjoying the closeness, as they lay there basking in each other's presence. Eventually, however, he felt himself begin to nod off once more, and it didn't take much persuading before he eventually fell asleep, cuddled tightly against Y/N, her scent enveloping him in an ethereal warmth that allowed him to drift off quickly.

"Achoo!" He woke up with a start and started tittering at the sound of her sneeze. She glared at him playfully, which caused him to laugh even more. "I hate you," she muttered as she buried his face back in her chest, wrapping her arms around him protectively.

"Nah, you love me."

Rolling her eyes, she replied teasingly, "Whatever helps you sleep at night." His response was muffled by her shirt, but she could still hear him say something along the lines of, 'You know you love it' with a dopey grin plastered on his face. There was no denying it. She couldn't even try.

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Pizza Parlor- Lee Felix: Chapter 6!

Description: Y/n is a stressed-out college student who has no idea what she is doing with her life. She is always wrapped up in nostalgia and her friends seem to know exactly what they're doing. Feeling insecure one night she decides to go on an old website. Club Penguin. Little does she know; she would encounter a certain penguin who was also having a rough night.

Stray Kids are idols, TXT is not.

Partial smau, mainly written.

Warnings for chapter 6: cursing

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Song for Chapter 6: Elton John - Hello Hello (ft. Lady GaGa)

Chapter 6: HARD BOILED

You rolled over when you heard your phone buzzing, groaning you answered it, “hello…?” You had no clue who was calling you this early in the morning!

“Oh, shit y/n did I wake you up? I’m really sorry, I just walked into my hotel room…”

IT WAS FELIX, you quickly scrambled up fully awake AND fully aware, “hey! It is totally okay actually! I um have work today so you being my alarm helps!”

Felix let out a slight chuckle and then you heard him shuffle around a bit, “I was a little nervous to call you via phone number…”

Your brows furrowed and you pulled the phone from your ear. Oh well would you look at that, “I didn’t even notice if I’m being honest.” You yawned and started to get up. You might as well start to get ready for the day.

“What time do you have work today?” Felix asked, you put him on speaker.

“In like…” You eyed the clock on your wall, it was 8:14am, “I’d have to leave in like 3ish hours because walkiiiing.”

“Great actually because I am super jetlagged, oh god y/n I HAVE to tell you about this dinner I had to go to…!” He started rambling on how his friends and a couple coworkers teased him about you now since his one friend has a bad blabbermouth. Felix did mention that some of his other coworkers seemed mad at him, but he brushed it off so quickly you decided to think nothing of it. You did think though that it was so cute that he seemed really flustered when it came to his friends talking about you. He even mentioned how is Moshi Monster loving friend was astonished that Felix became that close to someone he met on Club Penguin. As he talked you started to brush your teeth and wash your face, you took a careful comb through your newly bleached hair and dyed hair.

“Ugh literally Jisu- I mean my friend was SO annoying about it too.” Felix sighed and you heard him start to brush his teeth. You walked out into the kitchen and started to make some coffee. Being abruptly woken up was a little tiring but you didn't mind, Felix himself was almost like a cup of coffee.

Felix spit his toothpaste out, “anyways, what are you up to right now?”

“Making some coffee and then probably some breakfast, you know I would have been researching that popular group especially since people keep coming into my work asking about them buuuut SOOOMEONE informed me of things.” You teased him.

“I had to make sure you KNEW y/n!” Felix spit again, “what are you making for breakfast?”

“Probably… An egg sandwich... again.” You said, you weren’t planning on making a full-blown continental breakfast.

“I haven’t had one in FOREVER! All I can eat is chicken…!” He fake cried. You laughed.

“Bulking up?”

“Yes! Actually!”

You smiled at the sound of his enthusiasm. Digging through the pantry you found the bread and set it by the toaster.

“I can hear you shuffling around.” Felix giggled. You laughed and rolled your eyes; any laugh or giggle really did make your heart leap a bit.

“Should I hard boil or scramble my eggs?” You mumbled to yourself.

“HARD BOIL!” Felix yelled and it was LOUD because he was on speaker.

“ARENT YOU IN A HOTEL!?” You whisper-yelled while laughing, not wanting to wake up Kai. His room was the farthest from the kitchen but still.

“Oops yeah…” He let out a sinister giggle then stopped kind of abruptly. You furrowed your brows when you took out the eggs.

“You okay BinsHusband?” You wanted to lighten the mood in case something was wrong.

“Are you comfortable with facetiming me by any chance? I just kinda realized I was comfortable enough with it. We don’t have to I just, I dunno. I know its sort of quick and...” You could tell part of him was doubting himself especially because he kept talking after that. You felt your lips curving into a smile, walking to the mirror in the living room you made sure you looked okay, then you walked back to the kitchen. Of course, you were nervous and still in your pajamas but your curiosity of him just overtook any nerves.

“Felix.”

“Yeah…?”

You pressed the facetime button and set up your phone against the fruit bowl, you crouched down and peaked over the counter just so everything above the tip of your nose was showing. You didn’t even realize your heart pounding as the little clicks of the ring flew into your eardrums. Then it stopped and connected, you were met with everything above the tip of his nose as well. You burst out laughing, you didn’t know if it was out of nerves or because he did the exact same thing as you. You fell back on your ass and still was laughing. You heard him start laughing.

“DID YOU JUST FALL ON YOUR ASS!?” He asked, now losing it. You scrambled up and now he could see your full face, you saw his eyes widen.

“What am I gross or something?” You joked and stood up, now turning to your pots and pans. The man said hard boiled, so looks like hardboiled egg sandwich is what you will be having for breakfast. You started to fill the pot with water.

“NO, YOU’RE NOT YOURE JUST REALLY BEAUTIFUL!” You felt yourself freeze then smile a little. You started to turn to where your phone was set up.

“I’d say the same to you if you showe-“you stopped, he was showing his face. He was leaning against his pillows, his hand holding his head up, resting on his cheek, “your face…”

He was smiling at you.

Felix was, you didn’t even know how to describe him. He was truly such a gorgeous looking human, you stepped closer to your phone to get a good look at him. He was the same guy as the photo he sent you, the silver-grey dyed hair, you saw his freckles too. He was wearing glasses now, but you knew it was him. Felix was-

He stuck his tongue out, “what am IIIII gross?”

“No not at all holy shit. You could be a model!”

“Oh, staaaaph it!” Felix spoke in a dumb high-pitched voice and swatted the camera like a little old lady. He did look a little familiar, like you’ve seen him before, however you just shrugged it off. There was no point in digging, even if the little voice in your head was telling you to do so.

“Y/N THE WATER!”

You quickly went to the pot that was now overflowing, “oops!”

“Y/n tell me about your work I want to hear about it, plus I already talked your ear off.”

Having to wait for the eggs to boil you sat on the counter, “well as you know I work at a music store. I work with my friend’s sister. I really love music a lot, I feel like connecting with people through that form of media is so special. When I was a middle schooler… random shit was everything to me. I was kinda weird and so were the bands I liked so I gravitated to yaknow… being odd.” You moved hair out of your face then continued, “of course there’s nothing wrong with being weird, I think its more fun. It’s not boring and it made middle school and high school bearable. Oh, wait I am so sorry I totally got off track.” You hopped off the counter and walked over to the phone again the eggs still had to boil a bit.

“Nono its fine, I really like it when you talk if I’m being honest. Makes me feel normal.” He spoke, lowering his voice just above a whisper.

“You know sometimes you are very cryptic. But I trust you.” You let out a small huff of a laugh.

“I try not to be, it is just hard sometimes. I trust you too… a lot actually. I don’t really have a lot of friends outside of my roommates.” You saw him flip over.

You walked back to check on the eggs then turned to him again, “at some point, do you think you’ll tell me about your life a little more like the more important details?”

Felix thought for a moment and rubbed his eyes under his glasses, “I do, I really do.” You felt special, then again even being around him you felt special. There was just something about Felix.

“It’s just really complicated, I will figure it out though I swear, can you promise me one thing though? Just for right now?”

You got a bowl and put ice and water in it then turned to your phone, “of course, anything.”

“I know this is a weird request but please just trust me.” He sounded really serious, you quickly dumped the boiling water and put the eggs as carefully as you could in the cold water. Then you walked to your phone, now giving him your full attention.

“Hey, I said anything, what’s up?” You squatted by your phone again. You saw Felix turn to his phone again now making eye contact with him through the screen.

“Can you promise to still stay away from that k-pop group? I know they’re popular at your work but just please try?” Felix looked and sounded serious. You wanted to make a joke but something in your brain told you that now was not the right time.

“I pinky promise.” You put your pinky up to the camera and he did the same, “I can tell you’re serious about it. I may not fully understand why because clearly there is another reason rather than them just being ‘evil’ as you said, but I trust you.”

Felix let out a small laugh, “I really forgot I said that.”

“You said WAY more than that.” You laughed, “but its fine I thought it was cute.” You stood up again and went to go peel the eggs.

“You thought it was cute?” Felix asked, you could tell he was smug due to the tone change.

“Well yeah, you were saying how they were crazy, but you were crazier.” You felt yourself laugh at the memory. You were also really struggling with peeling these damn eggs. Felix let out a laugh and you thought it was because of you.

“What?” You asked, now grabbing the toast to toast it.

“Oh, I am just on TikTok, it’s funny seeing you in the corner though struggling.”

You turned and put your hand on your hip, “wooooooow!”

Felix let out a loud laugh and you saw he was still on TikTok from the reflection of his glasses, “Y/n do you have TikTok?”

“I do! I mainly just watch stuff, sometimes I will post things like though when my roommates and I do fun stuff.”

“I wanna follow it text it to me pleaaaaase…! I wanna send you TikToks when I have free time.” Felix flipped over again, he really moved around a lot.

You plated your now finished food then went back to your phone, “yeah sure.” You texted him your username and almost immediately he followed you and made you follow him back.

When you were eating you were also looking at the TikToks he sent you. Soon though you did have to get ready for work.

“Felix, I have to start getting ready for work.” You said as you shut your bedroom door behind you.

You heard him groan then saw him go back to the FaceTime, “okay…”

“I might be a little busy this week too, so I dunno when the next time I will be free and have energy.” You said and started to get your clothes ready.

“Me too, wait why are you gonna be busy? Is it cause of school or work? Are you gonna be okay?” You had a feeling this was going to be common of Felix. He asked you so many questions now. It wasn’t annoying through. It was really sweet. Especially when he asked about your birthday while sending you those 50 million tiktoks.

“I just have to pick up extra shifts for a trip I am joining with my friends and their family, my roommate and then his sister who is also my coworker.” You flipped phone down so you could get dressed.

“That sounds fun! Where are you headed?”

“To visit his other sister! She works a lot, but I am guessing she has some time off. Kai is really close with her, and I am sure they really miss her, it was kind of Lea and Kai to want me to come.” The thought made you smile.

“They sound like great friends Y/n.” Felix said, you could hear his voice getting tired.

“They are.” You picked up your phone, “now get rest I can hear you getting sleepy.”

Felix let out a little hum in protest, then he yawned.

“Goodnight, Felix.” You were about to hit the end call button.

“Goodnight beautiful.”

YOU ENDED THE CALL, WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?

Oh god how were you supposed to focus now!? You quickly got your phone, wallet, and keys. Frantic you went to Kai’s room; he had his headphones on and was playing Club Penguin.

“Hi Kai, gotta go to work, I am gonna kick your ass at Cardjitsu when I get home!” You yelled then rushed out.

At work while restocking Lea was talking about the trip, she was trying to convince you to go until you told her Kai beat her to it and you already agreed. The way her eyes lit up made you feel like you really did belong in your environment.

“You know Y/n, Kai told me that you have been a little happier lately.” She said as she sat by the register.

“I actually have been better; school is still school but I think I am really starting to realize that my experiences here are important. Even if I don’t know what I want to do I think I have accepted that it’s okay to be unsure.” You turned around with a smile on your face.

“You are so right, y/n! I didn’t know what I wanted to do either! I still don’t and that is okay!” Lea said.

“I think I will just knock out my generals to get my associates, then I will figure something out.”

Lea hummed acknowledging you, then started to organize the counter behind the register. Today was a really slow day.

“Oh, I also saw Kai’s new hair on my Instagram! He posted about it giving you credits!” Lea turned around abruptly.

“Huh?” You walked over and started to fold the empty box you had just finished unpacking.

“Yeah! Honestly maybe you should go into hair or makeup! I would let you do my hair for practice too!” Lea was serious about that, even though her tone was upbeat.

It wasn’t a bad idea at all, maybe you should try that… It couldn’t hurt! There was also a serious industry for it, people are always going to need their hair and makeup done... After this semester you think you'll research it!

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Trapped pt. 2

Ellie x fem reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, angst, fingering, fisting, oral, squirting, rough, sadism/masochism, slight knife/ gun play, cursing, degrading language, basically just absolute FILTH lmk if I forgot anything.

Notes: kinda proofread :) word count: 2k

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Fuck. Why am I here? Am I that desperate for her touch that I’ve come all the way out here. I had woken during the night with an uncontrollable need for the auburn haired girl that had fucked me a few weeks ago. The minute she waltzed out the door, leaving me on the desk, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Yes she was rough and scary but she was so fucking sexy- and I needed her. Even if that was a risky thing to do. I had come back to the building it all happened in- in hopes I would see her patrolling around the area, but nothing.

I sat over at the window to watch out to see if I can spot her. I’m starting to grow impatient- she surely lives around here or something but where? I furrow my eyebrows in thought- she wanted me to come back for more surely. I Stand up and look around the room for clues as to where she could be. I groan as I find nothing. I glance over to the other side of the room to the desk. I walk over and try open the drawer but it’s locked. Shit. I scramble around the room in search for the key but I find nothing. I sigh before opening a little cabinet to see a hammer. Bingo. I bring it over to the desk and begin to hit it. Sorry desk . I slam the heavy tool down onto the desk a few more times.

I’m literally so pathetic doing all this. The desk falls into pieces beneath me and out floats a piece of paper. I pick it up and begin to read it ‘You want more don’t you - meet me here at sunrise in 3 weeks’ it read. I bit my lip and quickly done the calculations. That was in a couple hours. I internally celebrate before shoving the paper into my back pocket. I should probably hide somewhere and wait for her- I still don’t know what her real intentions are. What if her plan was to really kill me this time. I gather my stuff and get comfy in the closet at the back of the room. I have my gun in hand ready for her.

A couple hours pass and I can barely keep my eyes open. The room starts to brighten as I look out of the crack in the closet. It’s sunrise where the fuck is she? Maybe she wasn’t coming. A horrible dread begins to brew in my stomach. Why did I care if she came or not? I open the closet door quietly and tip toe over to the door so I can catch her off guard if she emerges. About 15 minutes pass and I nearly give up when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. That’s gotta be her. Butterflies erupt as I grip my gun harder. “You here?” She coos as I see her shadow get closer to the door.

I quickly turn around the door frame and see her beautiful face again. “Fuck wh-“ she begins as I hold the gun to her. She slowly lifts her hands up in defence. She didn’t have a weapon ready? She lunges forward unexpectedly to try and grab my gun but I manage to push her to the floor. “Hey what the fuck do you think you’re going” she growls as I hold the gun to her temple. “Get up- give me your bag” I instruct. She giggles before doing as I say. “Fine- now what pretty girl” she smirks. “Turn around” I tell her as she raises her eyebrows and says a quick ‘ok’.

I quickly grab the metal handcuffs from my back pocket and slam them onto her wrists. I grab her arm and twist her around to face me. “Kinky” she smirks. “What?-Are you in charge this time or something ?” She asks as she comes closer to me. Fuck she looked so good. “Sit there- I’m gonna take your jeans off” I tell her. She scoots herself up onto one of the desks that was still intact. “I see you came back- got my letter…I knew you were a desperate slut” she says as I pull her jeans and underwear off. I hum and look in awe at her pussy. “So perfect” I mutter under my breathe. “Huh?” She asks. “Nothing”.

I lean down and kiss her inner thigh before biting down on it. She hisses and I smirk. I was gonna fuck her so good. “That hurt” she snaps. I begin to rub over the bite mark- looking up at her. “Don’t lie- you wanted me again too- that’s why you left the letter” I mumble as I creep closer to her wet cunt. I make an ‘o’ shape with my mouth and blow cold air on her pussy making her take in a shaky breath. “No- I was coming to see if you were that needy you had to come back for more” she lies. I hum before aggressively sucking on her throbbing clit. “F-Fuck” she shrieks at the sudden feeling of pleasure.

I suck harder and every once in a while I stiffen my tongue to draw circles on her clit. “You’re fucking dripping” I mutter into her core. “Getting my face all messy” I smirk as her sweet moans fill the room. God- I had imagined this moment so much ever since I last tasted her. She was so delicious. “You gonna cum for me you slut” I ask as her head falls back and her chest rises up and down. “Y-yeah” she breathes and I smirk pulling away. “W-what the F-fuck” she groans as I stand up. “Why the fuck did you do that you bitch” she shrieks. She looks so fucking desperate right now- I bet she’d do anything to cum. “Stay there” I mutter going over to get something from my bag. “Or what” she mutters. “Well- you can run off if you want but then I won’t be able to make you cum” I tell her and she bites down on her lip.

I bring my pocket knife over and lightly trace it down her chest. She’s wearing only a white tank top. I need to see her perfect tits. Her breath hitches as I bring the knife back to the collar of her top. “What are y-“ she starts before I cut down the middle of her top- leaving her chest bare. “Hey I liked this top” she spits. “I like it better off” I mutter before leaning down and taking her nipple in my mouth. She moans and watches as I swirl my tongue around her sensitive bud. “Mmmm that feels so fucking good” she groans as I continue to suck. I bring my two fingers down to her wet cunt and push them in.

Her hips rock slightly against my hand. My pussy starts to ache looking at her. “M-more” she mumbles. “Fuck- you’re greedy aren’t you whore” I groan as she moans loudly. I slip in two more fingers into her pussy and she shrieks. “Is that too much for your little tight pussy” I mutter into her tits. She shakes her head and I continue pumping four of my fingers into her. “Oh shit- that feels so good” she screams as I pick up the pace. “Mmm I’m fucking stretching you out” I moan as she looks down to see me inside her. “You’re such a slut” I groan as she tries to slam herself onto my fingers more.

“You want more baby? You want my fist in your sloppy cunt” I ask. I lean up closer to her face- she tries to speak but my fingers are giving her too much pleasure. “Tell me bitch- you want my fist huh?” I shout at her. “Fuck give me your fist please stretch me out” she manages to scream back. “Your wish is my command” I giggle before sliding my thumb into her too. “Oh shit” she shrieks- tears welling in her green eyes. “Is this too much for you to take?” I groan as her juices coat my fist more and more. “You’re so fucking wet that my fist is sliding in so easily” I groan in awe as her pussy grips and takes me in so easily.

“You got fisted before didn’t you whore? Your slutty cunt got stretched out by someone’s fist before didn’t it?” I coo as she bites hard down on her lip- drawing blood. “You’re such a mess right now” I groan as she takes my fist with ease. The squelching noises fill the room as-well as her pornographic moans. “Harder” she screams as I feel her clench around my fist. “You really want me to destroy you” I groan. I do as she wants and begin to fist her harder. I begin to take it out before slamming it back into her over and over again. Her lower abdomen slightly bulges with every hit.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” she screams. “Cum on my fist” I scream as she tightens around me- her legs shake and she squirts onto my arm. “Fuck YEAH JUST LIKE THAT” she screams. I slip my fist out of her and wipe her juices into my jeans. “I’m never washing these” I mutter but she can’t hear me as her chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her breath. She lays flat on the desk as I begin to take off my jeans and underwear. “You gonna clean me up now ? Like a good girl ?” I ask and she props herself up on her elbows. She nods quickly and I smile “good slut”.

I climb up on the desk and position my hips above her sweaty face. She hums before I lower myself on to her face. “Yeah clean me up baby” I moan as eats me out. “Such a good slut for me” I mutter as she swirls her tongue around my clit. I look down at her as she watches me enjoy myself - her green eyes filled with lust as she begins to suck on my throbbing clit. “Fuck- seeing you take my fist made me so wet” I moan. She hums into me as I begin to grind my pussy up and down. “I like being in control of you- you’re such a good listener” I breathe as she sticks her stiff tongue into me.

She slips it in and out of me and I feel the knot form in my belly. “Fuck baby just like that- reward me for making you squirt” I moan. She takes her tongue out of my wet hole and sucks on my clit again. “You gonna cum for me?” She mutters into me sending a vibration through me. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” I scream as the knot snaps and I release onto her pretty face. I ride it out on her face. “Fuck- your pretty mouth works so good” I pant as I climb off her. I calm my breathing as I get up to put my clothes back on and go to pick my bag up.

She’s still laying on the desk- cunt destroyed- and my juices coating her mouth. “Hey wait” she Leans up. “What?” I ask - about to leave. “Un-cuff me bitch” she says with her eyebrows raised. “Oh shit- nearly forgot” I giggle and walk back over to her. “They fucking hurt” she hisses. “So did the rope” I smirk- rubbing over my wrists. She rolls her eyes as I grab the key from my pocket. I sit her up and grab her wrists and begin to put the key in the hole. “Or maybe I should leave you here like this? Let someone find you- then they’ll know how much of a sex hungry whore you are” I grin. “Fucking open them you bitch” she spits and I laugh while taking them off. “Anyways I gotta go back now” I mumble. “Are we gonna meet again” she asks getting up. “We’ll see” I smirk before leaving the room. Of course I’ll see her again ? This girl has a sexual chokehold on me.

Requests are open because I really don’t have any more ideas rn lmao😫🤍

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these hands that hold

Pairings: Clint Barton / Bucky Barnes Summary: clint has no coordination when it comes to his crush Whumptober prompt #1 : swooning / 'how many fingers am i holding up?' Notes: we're making an attempt at whumptober! i'm in no way promising a fic every day, but hopefully this will get me back into writing :)) if you have any fic ideas that you want me to write, my requests are open as always. HAPPY OCTOBER!! this is slightly more fluffy than the rest will be - i just cant resist fluffy winterhawk masterlist || whumptober2023

"Another day, another sucky mission waking me up before noon."

"As optimistic as always," Nat drawled, rolling her eyes fondly as Clint pouted, "I made a fresh pot for you."

He kissed her forehead grinning, rushing over to the steaming pot of coffee, "Natasha, this is why I love you."

"Keep that in mind for when I say -"

"Oh god -"

"You're with Bucky today."

Clint's smile dropped instantly. "Nat. You cant do this to me - last time I was in the same room as him I literally tripped over thin air. Thin air, Nat! I can't think straight when I'm around him -"

"Tough shit, sorry. We need two snipers on this one, so suck it up big boy." She slid off her chair, patting his shoulder condescendingly. "Be nice to him, okay?"

"You - he - he's the one that's mean to me!"

She guffawed, walking out the room. "Quinjet in ten!"

Clint let his head drop on to the kitchen counter, hand gripping the handle of the coffee pot impossibly tighter. "Get it together, Barton."

"Talking to yourself again?" An amused voice from the doorway interrupted his pity party, Clint holding back a groan.

"It's too early for this shit" he shot back, lifting his head to glare at Bucky leaning against the doorframe.

"Early for you maybe - y'know normal people don't sleep in until 3pm?"

"Says the fossil."

"Ouch, you really hurt me with that one," Bucky replied, hand over his chest and a smirk on his lips.

Clint stomped down the butterflies that threatened to make him blush, instead levelling the brunet with what he hoped was a convincing death stare.

Rolling his eyes - and damn did he look good when he did that - Bucky pushed off the doorframe, walking over to Clint and picking the pot out of his hand as if it was nothing.

"Hey! Get your own coffee!"

Bucky didnt reply, instead lifting the pot to his lips and taking a large swig, maintaining eye contact as he did so.

"Asshole." Clint frowned, snatching the pot back as soon as he could. "If you think that will stop me from drinking it, you're sorely mistaken. Nothing gets in between me and my caffeine intake - especially when I've been woken up at an ungodly hour."

With that he stormed out of the room heading towards the quinjet hangar, resolutely ignoring Bucky's scoffed 'It's 11am' from behind him.

"Snipers, that's Clint and Bucky, will be stationed on this rooftop here," Steve explained, pointing to a location on the hologram map. "Due to the limited sightlines, this is the best vantage point in the city. Clint will be covering the north-western approach, while Bucky covers the south-east."

"Roger that, Cap." Clint replied, definitely ignoring the way that Bucky's arms flexed as he put his shoulder length hair into a bun. He wasted absolutely no brain power on the way his hair looked especially soft today. None at all.

He especially did not smell his hair when he leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Who knows, if all goes well we might get you home in time for your nap."

His shampoo was coconut scented.

"Very funny - har har. Y'know getting enough sleep is vital to being a functioning human being, so not the insult you thought that was, actually."

Bucky huffed a laugh, standing back up to his full height. Natasha caught his eye from across the quinjet, giving him a sarcastic thumbs up.

He flipped her off in return.

" - essential that we do this quietly, swiftly and with as little damage as possible. That being said, Bruce we need you on comms and on medical standby - we hopefully won't need to call a code green."

Bruce nodded at this, tugging on his sweater nervously. "Im not the most anxious to get back out there after..."

He trailed off, Steve nodding understandingly. "Don't worry, we have multiple back up plans in place. Now, since Thor is off-world and Tony is sitting this one out -"

"He was literally thrown through a wall last week -"

"We'll be a little short on air support. Sam, we're going to need you to cover twice the amount you usually do."

"Redwing will watch over what I can't - if anything goes wrong I'll be there in seconds."

"Natasha and Wanda, you're with me on the ground. We get in, grab the prisoner, and get out. Is everyone clear on their assignment?"

Affirmative words spread around the room, Clint moving over to Natasha to get his bow and arrows.

"Y'know, you should use this time to make your move." she murmured, smirking.

"By what? Making an even bigger fool of myself?"

Natasha hummed, "Possibly. Or you could... I don't know, use that Hawkeye charm and flirt?"

Clint scoffed, ducking away as she tried to ruffle his blond hair. "Bite me."

"Oka-"

He leapt away as far as he could, hands thrown up in self defence, "Kidding! I was kidding!"

Steve huffed a laugh, patting Clint on the shoulder as he passed, "You should know better than that by now."

"Yes Cap..."

Sliding the shield on his back, he signalled for Bruce to open the quinjet doors. "Get in your groups, get to your stations and then call it in on comms - keep it clear from chatter. We do this fast and clean."

Clint swallowed heavily as he felt Bucky move to stand behind him, very aware of how close he was. His breath hitched as he felt Bucky lean closer, "I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing Stevie barking commands - since getting my memory back all I can see is the little punk from Brooklyn."

Clint smiled, head tilting slightly as he looked at Steve. "I find it impossible to imagine him with spindly limbs - surely his head would be too big for his body."

Bucky barked a laugh, earning the attention of the rest of the team. Steve narrowed his eyes, though Clint could see a hint of joy shining through, as if he was hearing a long lost song.

"'S so funny, Buck?"

"You - uhh, nothing Stevie." Bucky tried to muffle his laughter, coughing before throwing on a mask of indifference. "Lets do this."

Steve just nodded, though his eyes flicked between Clint and Bucky for a few moments, calculating. "Move out."

Clint shook himself slightly, clearing his head. Readjusting his arrow sheath, he followed Bucky out of the quinjet, climbing in to the passenger seat of the car.

"You sure you can drive?"

"I was driving before you were born, smart ass."

"Hey, just wondering if you were used to riding something that didn't eat grass and say neigh."

Bucky snorted, "We didn't ride horses."

"Really? There goes that dream." He pouted, followed by a sad 'yeehaw'.

Bucky shot him a weird look, suppressing a smile as he pulled away from the jet, driving towards their lookout point. On their arrival, Bucky reached into the back of the car and pulled out his sniper case.

Clint looked at the building distastefully, the crumbling plaster and boarded up windows doing nothing for its curb appeal.

"D'you think the elevator in this thing is still working?"

"Not for years - we're going to have to take the fire escape."

"Ugh, I hate climbing."

Bucky flashed him an odd look, seemingly swallowing down a question before pulling down the metal ladder. "Hawks first."

"Why thank you"

As they climbed, Clint made a very conscious effort to control his footing, aware that the last time he was alone with Bucky he ended up on his ass.

He was determined not to make a fool of himself this time.

"Okay, I've got to know. What was with that look you gave me when I said I don't like climbing?"

"Wha - well, okay. I just thought it was a bit ironic, coming from the guy who likes being up high all the time."

"Fair enough. I can see where the confusion comes in."

There was a pause. "Why don't you?"

"Like climbing? Um..." he thought about his answer, before deciding to play it safe, defaulting to making light of it. "Too much effort. Much prefer being carried places."

Bucky seemed as if he was going to dig further, Clint thanking his lucky stars that they had run out of fire escape. Scrambling on to the roof, he shrugged his bow off his shoulder, pressing his coms to activate it. "Hawkeye and Barnes in position."

Bucky huffed, shaking his head as he took out his sniper from its case, prepping his scope.

Steve's voiced crackled on, "Copy that. We're two minutes from target. Falcon, sitrep."

"Redwing made a preliminary scan - we count 5 hostiles guarding the front entrance, plus 2 hostiles on every exit. Seems to be more inside, but something is blocking the signal from reaching that far in."

"Electrical interference?" Natasha asked, sounding like she already knew the answer.

"Yep. Seems like its coming from the south-west side of the building."

"I'll see what I can do."

Cap chimed back in, "About to head in - keep this channel clear."

Clint pressed his com once, turning his mic off before settling into position, eyes scanning back and forth across his assigned area. Behind him, Bucky did the same.

Focused silence settled over the two of them, only to be broken after a few minutes.

"I can almost hear you thinking," Clint said, words hanging in the air precariously. "What is it?"

"Your response back there? I'm calling bullshit."

"Okay, wow."

Bucky audibly shrugged. "You asked me, I responded."

"Is now really the best time for thi-?"

Nat's voice interrupted him, com flaring to life once more. "Signal box down. Do you have visual?"

"Affirmative. There's 20 bodies in there - woah what the hell?"

"Sam?"

"We have an enhanced on the field. Looks like they're -"

He was cut off by Wanda, her voice shaking. "Flying? Yeah - Cap they're coming towards you. Heading towards the west exit of the building. Got the jump on me -"

"Copy that. You okay?"

"Fine - just some bruises."

Clint rolled his shoulders in anticipation, pressing his com to leave the line open.

For the next few minutes, Clint allowed himself to fully settle into his position, sniper training allowing him to relax whilst still being fully vigilant. In an instant, he had extracted an arrow from his sheathe and pressed it against his bow.

"I've got eyes-on. Target is moving fast - have a minute window maybe less."

"Take the shot, non lethal if possible."

Clint huffed. Of course it was possible. He could hit an apple from the top of a baby's head at this range.

He swallowed down his need to brag, quickly aiming and firing at the target. His arrow soared through the air, hitting it's mark in the man's shoulder.

"Target hit - he's going down just outside the mini mart. Shot to the shoulder."

"I have no visual," Natasha said, frown audible, "Wanda?"

"Neither."

"I'm on my way," Sam added, "No visual from the surrounding areas."

"Fan out around the surrounding buildings, he's got to be here somewhere."

Sudden movement from behind him broke Clint's focus, Bucky pushing him out of the way as a man descended on them from the sky, knife in hand. He blocked the attack with his metal arm, the sound of clashing metal ringing through the air.

Clint swore under his breath, whipping his bow into it's baton form and charging forwards, landing a solid blow to the target's arm. The knife fell from his grip.

It devolved into a scuffle, Bucky and Clint working in unison to knock the guy down.

In between hits, Bucky managed to re-open his com link. "Target is on us, I repeat target is on our roof."

Clint winced as a particularly harsh hit landed on his jaw, responding by hitting the man's throat. The enhanced fell to the floor with a wheeze, eyes narrowing as his fist closed around the hilt of the previously dropped knife.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as he jumped back up, the silver blade just narrowly missing the soft flesh of Clint's neck. Bucky immediately moved to Clint's aid, pushing him out of the way as the blade returned.

Toppled off balance, he careened into the brick that lined the roof's edge, head smashing against it.

Through hazy eyes, he watched Bucky tackled the target, manipulating him until his knee was on their back.

He was hot when he fought.

Ringing was followed by the return of his limited hearing, faint and muffled, as Bucky yelled something unintelligible over comms. He heard no response, frowning, before realising his hearing aid had fallen out.

His coms were built in - a fancy upgrade from a lab-bound Tony.

Blinking heavily, he tried to refocus his eyes. Whilst two Bucky's had definitely been a part of countless recent dreams, he wasn't exactly fond of the lack of clear sight that went along with the double vision.

The Buckys knelt in front of him, metal wings descending behind him. Sam had arrived. He was saying something, concern painted across every line of his face.

Clint could only blink back dumbly, eyes narrowing as he tried to read his lips. Lips - Bucky's lips. They were very nice lips -

Bucky was clicking in his face now, two slowly merging back into one.

'Hear?'

Bucky was signing. He didn't know Bucky knew how to sign. The hand movements were clunky, but deliberate.

Clint shook his head in response, the sudden movement making his world spin on it's axis.

'One moment.'

Bucky had left his side, looking on the ground for something and standing up with a triumphant 'aha!'. Soon the device was pressed into his hand, guided up towards his ear by Bucky's gloved ones.

Common sense finally catching up to him, Clint placed the hearing aid back into his ear, slumping in relief as his senses returned.

"- ou hear me? Clint? Hey."

"Present"

Bucky held his hand up once more, "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Really?"

"Don't be cute, how many fingers?"

"One, two... three."

Bucky rolled his eyes, though Clint could see relief rush through him at the realisation he hadnt lost all his brain cells when he hit the bricks.

"How's your head? Can you stand?"

"We won't know 'til we try, I guess."

He accepted the hand that Bucky offered - the human one - and lifted himself up. The weight of gravity seemed to have tripled, attempting to drag him back down with a vengeance as soon as he was fully upright.

Bucky moved just as quickly, spare hand wrapping around his waist to keep him upright, anchoring him against his body.

Did he just - did Clint really just swoon?

What kind of disney princess shit was happening? He quickly looked around, half expecting to see cartoon birds still circling his head.

"Shit - okay." He was lowered down to the ground again. "Cap we're going to need med-evac for Barton. He can't stand."

The back of Clint's neck flushed red, "I'm fine -"

"I'll believe you when you don't fall over your own feet."

"Ask Nat, I do that all the time!"

She immediately replied, voice flat. "Don't use me as your excuse. We're coming to get you."

Clint groaned.

Bucky knelt down beside him, grabbing Clint's chin and moving him so that he could look into his eyes.

"Your pupils are a bit big - looking pale too -"

"Well you don't look too hot yourself," Clint replied, banishing all impure thoughts from his mind. This eye contact was doing something to him.

Bucky just shook his head, releasing his grip and sitting down, running a hand through his hair. "I - I'm sorry."

Clint's eyes widened, "No - I mean, you look beautiful. Not that you owe anyone to be conventionally attractive - you are though, and strong too! Not that you cant be both attractive and strong - you know, I think I'm - please just cut me off I'm losing my mind over here."

Bucky breathed a laugh, shaking his head slightly. "You're a mess."

"Yeah." Clint's chest clenched. "Yeah I know."

"I was apologising for hurting you." Bucky finally clarified, "I - I'm still not fully aware of my strength I guess."

"You saved me."

"I hurt you." He repeated.

"Okay, fine. You pushed me into a wall -"

"Exactly, I -"

"And away from the mad flying man who was about to plunge a knife into my head."

Bucky just sighed, realising this was one battle he was not going to win, and looked over at Sam. Clint had forgotten the other two were still on the roof, avoiding looking over at them as his cheeks blazed. Yet another captive audience to witness Clint's never-ending embarrassment.

"Don't look at me, man." Sam said, tightening his grip as the enhanced attempted to slip from his grip, "I've got my hands full."

"Useless bird."

"Metal bitch."

The roar of the quinjet interrupted, hovering by the edge of the roof as the platform descended, Bruce rushing out.

"Help me get him up," he demanded, looping Clint's left arm over his shoulder and gesturing for Bucky to do the same on his right.

As the three of them slowly made it back to the quinjet, Steve and Wanda moved to help Sam with the enhanced.

"I'm really fine," Clint complained, "this is all unnecessary."

Natasha glared at him from her spot next to the makeshift medical corner of the quinjet, pointing at the stretcher.

Bucky backed away, dipping out from under Clint's arm as Bruce helped him on to it, immediately beginning his medical checks.

Behind him, Natasha and Bucky talked indistinctly, backs turned to him. How inconsiderate.

Bruce moved back into his line of vision, stealing back his attention. "Any pain in your head?"

"No"

"That's a lie and you damn well know it. You're bleeding."

"Oh that? Yeah I guess it's a bit sore."

"I'm only trying to help Clint. The quicker you're truthful with me the quicker I can stop trying to probe you for answers."

"Right - sorry, doc."

"Any blurred vision? Nausea? Tingling?"

"Vision was blurred but is slightly better now and yeah, but I think it's cos I'm hungry. No tingling"

Bruce frowned, "Your pupils are blown, you have no balance - you have a concussion. Seems to be a mild one, but if you get any tingling or headache you tell me right away."

Clint saluted, "Yes sir."

Bruce rolled his eyes, though his smile remained kind. "Glad you're okay, Barton."

"Likewise!"

"So, doc - how long 'til he can have that promised nap?"

Bruce huffed, "The no sleep thing is a medical myth - you just have to be sure to wake him every 3 hours to check for any new symptoms."

"Bruce, I could kiss you."

"Don't."

The two laughed as Bruce retreated to the cockpit, Bucky replacing him by his side.

"All's good?"

"Like I said, I'm fit as a damn fiddle" Clint grinned, jumping off the stretcher with flair, only to pitch sideways. Bucky's arms wrapped around him once more, keeping him upright.

"Nothing wrong, huh?" he asked, raising his eyebrow unimpressed.

Clint cleared his throat, but made no effort to move. "Okay, so that's not completely true - but it's not life threatening so I'd call that a win."

Bucky laughed, "You know, I'm starting to think you just like my arms around you."

He shrugged coyly. "There are worse places to be."

Not expecting that reply, Bucky took a step back, arms loosening.

Clint immediately panicked. "I'm - that was stupid. I'm sorry."

"These arms..." Bucky trailed off, staring at his hands. "These hands. I've killed people with these hands. More than I can count -"

"You weren't in control -"

"They were still my actions. I did those things with the very arms you think -" he broke off, voice lowering to a whisper. "How can you think being in these arms is safe when you know how much blood they spilt."

Clint reached out, taking both of Bucky's hands into his. "These hands belong to you now, Buck. You're in control of them. You use them to fill out your stupid crossword puzzles - to steal my coffee. You used them today to save my life."

"I hurt you -"

"You saved me. I'd happily take a minor head wound over a stab wound any day."

"You're missing the point -"

"No. You're missing the point. You're a good person Bucky, and I'll say that as many times as it takes to make you believe me."

They stood there for a few more moments, Clint leaning against the stretcher for some support.

"Once more."

"Huh?"

Bucky finally looked up, meeting Clint's eyes. "Say it once more."

He smiled, reaching up and cupping Bucky's cheek in his hand. "You are a good person, Bucky."

"I - you'll need someone to watch over you for the next few hours..."

"It's a date." Clint smiled as Bucky's eyes widened, "You can kiss me now."

Bucky laughed, "You're bold when you're concussed."

"Hey, if I knew that I would've got a concussion earlier."

"Idiot."

Their lips finally met, smiling and warm.

They were going to be okay.

#whumptober 2023 #winterhawk #bucky/clint #bucky barnes #clint barton #whump #fluff #fluffy ending #the avengers #not mcu clint #comic!clint #prompt 1 #hopeful ending

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bnha-more-like-bnh-gay · 2 years

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Kirideku headcanons because they’re my favorite and I am ✨mentally ill✨:

Gym dates. Dude,, they’re so supportive 😭

Listen, it just starts normal, and then “you’re so strong” “thanks, bro, you’re so manly!” “Aw, thank you, you’re so sweet!” “🥺💙 you’re so smart” “well, you’re so-“

Please help Uraraka. She is tired of their shit. She loves them, and she wants them to be happy, but goddamn. How sappy can too fools be?!

Study dates

Izuku once a gave kiri a bouquet of weights (my siblings idea, not mine, but one that I love)

Kiri helps comfort izuku after he has nightmares

Kirishima is trans. I will not accept anything else. Izuku reminds him how manly he is whenever he feels dysphoric

I talked about this in my rare pair post which you can find here (if I remember to link it) but, they ran into each other one night in the common room, izuku had woken up from a nightmare and kirishima was getting some water. Izuku was lightly dozing and kiri was like “hey, you want me to carry you to your room?” And they get to talking until the morning. Sero finds them there next morning and he knows what is going to happen 👁👁 Sero knows all

They are practically inseparable after a few weeks. Kiri called izuku when he was having a panic attack one time, and then the two stuck together like glue. The kiricrew and izucrew became the kiridekrew (curtesy of Uraraka)

Kiri knows he has a crush on izuku first, and he starts trying to hint at his feelings. Sadly for class A, izuku is incredibly dense when it comes to people liking him

Todoroki accidentally makes izuku realize that he has a crush on kiri by mentioning love languages. Izuku’s is words of affirmation, and kiri’s is gift giving. Shouto mentions that their love languages are very complimentary, and that they work well together.

Izuku is flustered and spends ye rest of the day like, “oh no”

He texts the izucrew group chat a 911, and they’re over in an instant

He tells them, and Uraraka is like “congrats, you’re officially the last one to know!”

Izuku is confused, and she explains that everyone knows. There is even a betting pool going around ua. Midnight and Sero started it.

They tell him that kirishima 10000000% likes him back, but our boy izuku has ridiculously low self esteem me too, buddy So he hides his feelings

Lucky for ua, kirishima is very intuitive! He also has low self esteem though.

Buuuuuuuuut, with both of them trying, class a and the extended members in the izucrew decide that their pining has gone on long enough. Mina and Uraraka orchestrated the operation

Operation get the lover bois to express their emotions

Shouldn’t be hard right? Both are very in tune with their emotions, we love to see it, right?

Yes actually! :D

They talk, and end up falling asleep cuddling! Both their phones have been blown up with texts

“You’ve been in there for hours, how’s it going????”

“DID YOU DIE????”

“If you died, who do I kill to avenge you? Because I can’t see kiri/izuku doing anything to hurt you :/“

“KIRI, CHECK YOUR PHONEEEEEEE”

“Izuku, did you commit a felony again??? Should we get Present Mic or Mr. Aizawa?”

“Kiri, if you died, can I have your hair dye?”

“Come out come out, you little shits! Literally. Come out and tell us how it went, we’ve been waiting here for hours”

“If you’re not out in five minutes, um eating ALL the ice cream”

“^^ They’ll do it, they’re crazy”

They leave izuku’s dorm the next morning to find the entire class + extended izucrew members in the kitchen staring at them.

The students note the hands being held and the kitchen erupts

Iida and momo telling everyone to quite down, Mina and toru are asking for the details, kami, sato, Aoyama, Jirou, mei, and sero are hyping them up

Uraraka and monoma are offering death threats

Tokoyami, Shouto, koda, shoji, ojiro, and tsu are just silently supporting them

It’s chaos

Classes that day are fun. They make a bet to see how long it takes for the teachers to find out

Sero and Mina tell midnight about it of course, they just ask her to keep it quite.

Izuku tells toshinori on accident

Mic finds out within the hour. He knows all, sees all. He mentions it to Aizawa that night who just goes, “weren’t they already a thing?”

No; Aizawa, no they were not 😔

They are not though!!!

They actually don’t become a duo, they feel like they’d be able to help more people if they worked separately and covered different shifts.

They’re both very high remaking heroes though, and are deeply loved by the public

Best bois

My children

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 2

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: After a long day of meeting and greeting, you run into an interesting trio.

Author’s Note: n/a

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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I’m woken up by something tapping on the windows. Shit, is it raining? That’s just my luck.

According to the small, crusty lookin’ clock on my nightstand, it’s 6 AM. I take a mental note to pick up a new alarm clock sometime soon. This is a good time to get up, I guess. Since the rain will make it hard to do any important yard work, I can try and bang out some more of that list today than I’d planned to originally. Fingers crossed I don’t melt away at just the sight of a few strangers.

I make my way out of bed after laying there for a while – I was too cozy to get up, okay? – and discover that the door on the left does, in fact, lead to a kitchen and bathroom. Fuck yes.

The kitchen is literally just a fridge and a small stove. The rest is just cabinets and empty space. It isn’t much, but it’ll do. Maybe I can move the table in the living room? main room? whatever it is, into here, to accomodate for a couch out there. At least the bathroom is fully functional (knock on wood) and complete with a clothing washer and dryer combo.

I take a shower, not bothering to dry or style my hair afterwards, and get dressed, doing my best to look okay while knowing I’m going to get wet out there. I curse myself for not having an umbrella. I never thought I’d need one, I don’t get out much.

I rummage through my suitcase and pull out an oversized, black sweater, with a white collar and small daisies stitched onto the bottom of each sleeve; my favorite light pink, pleated skirt; and some white thigh highs. I’ll toss on my black combat boots with this before I go. They’ll give my little gremlin ass some much needed height.

I quickly brush on some waterproof mascara to finish things off. Should I bring a jacket? That’s in a whole other suitcase… I look out the window, and it’s gone from a medium rain to a full blown downpour. Ugh, I should bring a jacket.

Right as I spot what I’ve been looking for, I hear knocking on the door. I guess I’ll have to get used to having visitors, especially so early, living out here.

“Coming!” I yell, quickly using my locked phone screen to make sure my hair looks as neat as it can in its dampened state. I flip it around a bit, trying to bring my waves to life.

I open the door to a lady holding a scruffy, gray and white kitten. She looks like she’s in her late 30’s or early 40’s, with thick auburn hair braided to one side. Her smile is soothing and motherly, and she smells cozy. I don’t know what cozy smells like, but she’s it.

“Hello, (y/n)!” How does she know my name already? “I’m Marnie, I live down the road by that forest over there,” she says, pointing south.

“Nice to meet you!” I do my best to seem enthusiastic, hoping she can’t tell how nervous I am. The last thing I was expecting right now was company.

“You see this cat here?” I nod in response. “I found it sitting outside the entrance to your farm! I think it’s a stray… poor thing.”

Oooh, please tell me this is going where I think it is.

“Don’t you think this farm could use a good cat?” Marnie asks. She has a hopeful glimmer in her eyes – even if I wanted to say ‘“no,” which I absolutely don’t, I would never be able to.

“Yeah, of course!”

I take the little guy from her, inspecting him a bit before realizing that poor Marnie is just standing out in the rain. Don't invite her in. Don’t do it, (y/n). It’ll be uncomfy and you know you’ll regret it and –

“Would you like to come in? You’re getting soaked out there!”

Fuck me.

“Oh, what a sweetheart! Thank you, but I’ll have to decline. I’ve got a shop to run.” Thank Yoba. “If you ever need any hay, feel free to stop by!”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I reply, “Thank you!”

We say our goodbyes and I take the cat inside. He’s a cute little thing, a bit on the skinny side, and he doesn’t seem to have any fleas or ticks. His left ear has a notch in it, which means he was caught, neutered, and released back into the wild. That’s super helpful. After letting the boy explore his surroundings a bit, I pick him back up and hold him in front of me to get a better look.

“What to name you…”

He meows.

“You’re a vocal one, aren’t you?”

Meow.

Despite how frail he is, he’s got personality, I'll give him that. Maybe I could name him after a mythical figure, or an infamous deity of some sort. Something powerful… inspirational, wise…

“Old Master Cannoli.”

Another meow.

“Cannoli for short?”

He purrs, sealing the deal. This suits him, somehow. Now, I hate to leave Cannoli alone so soon, but I have people to meet and things to buy.

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I made my way to the general store for some supplies and food, where I met Pierre – the shop owner – and his wife, Caroline. That’s two people ticked off the list! Another was then checked off for Gus, who I bumped into in one of the aisles. He said he owns the Stardrop Saloon, so I’ll definitely have to scope that out sometime.

After getting some human food, cat food, and a few other things I need, I went for a stroll around town. I showed up at the doorstep to two houses. I was going to stop after the first, but thought maybe the nerves would subside enough by the second — big surprise, they didn’t. At least I tried.

Each time I was greeted, I meekly explained my mission and introduced myself. One building was occupied by two sisters, Emily and Haley – the former a bit eclectic, and the latter very preppy. They seem nice, albeit a little nuts, but I don’t necessarily mind that.

The sisters live next door to a total MILF, Jodi, who I visited afterwards. Once we introduced ourselves, she invited me in for coffee, and almost immediately started venting about housework. That, and how lonely she is with her husband away at war, fighting against the Gotoro Empire.

I could keep you company, I cheekily thought, before mentally slapping the horny out of myself and giving her a much-needed shoulder to cry on.

There were a few villagers walking outside, which made it easier to complete more of my quest. They didn’t seem very eager to be stopped in the rain, but eased up when they realized I just wanted to meet and greet them.

Well, most of them did. That absolute bitch Shane told me to go away.

I decided to stop home for a break, and to drop off my groceries and whatnot, which brings me to where I am now. I suppose I should unpack my luggage, maybe look for a cheap dresser I can grab off Craigslist or something, seeing that there’s nothing better to do... I’ll check out that Gus guy’s saloon tonight, too. I’m sure a drink or two could unleash my social skills a bit.

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I finally got my chores done, so I’m able to start my trek to Stardrop. As soon as the gravel road passing the bus stop turns to the stone plaza entrance, I see three shadowy figures heading towards me. With all this rain and fog, I can’t tell if they’re humans or if I’m just seeing shit. Fuck, what if they’re shadow people? Aren’t those dangerous?

“Hey, is that the new farm girl?!”

Oh, ok. They’re human.

I slow my pace to a halt. “Uh,” I mutter, squinting my eyes to try and get a better look, while nervously fiddling with my oversized sleeve. “It is, yeah.”

One of the figures jogs up to me, while the others take their time. He’s revealed to be a handsome dude, with spiky, blonde, anime-looking hair. A real life super saiyan . He seems friendly, but radiates chaotic energy for sure.

“Oh let’s gooo!” he exclaims as he slows up to me. The guy puts his hands on his hips. “What’re you doing out here, farmer?!”

He looks me up and down. Can’t tell if he’s checking me out, or if he’s just getting a better look at me. Maybe both? I dunno.

“Lewis wants me to meet new people, or whatever. Figured the saloon is a good place to do that...”

“Ooooh, we’re headed there right now!” He flings his left arm around my shoulders. I’m finally able to see our height difference up close, and oh my goodness, this guy is tall. “You should come hang with us!”

I look up at him, unsure of what to say. He’s looking at me so expectantly. Damnit.

“Fuck it, why not.”

He throws a fist in the air – the right one, as his left arm is still dangled across me – as I hear a feminine voice tsk and say, “You poor thing.”

Looking away, I see the girl this voice came from. Wow, that’s some very purple hair. It’s beautiful, glowing like a silken amethyst under the haze of the street lamps. She’s just as shrimpy as me, might be an inch or two taller at most , but she sure looks more intimidating.

“Sorry, Sam does this to all the newcomers,” she says while crossing her arms. Sam? Sam, Sam… oh, is this guy Jodi’s son? “It’s probably the reason they always leave so soon.”

I look up at Sam, who takes mock offense before playfully sticking his tongue out at his friend.

“Don’t worry about it! It’s kind of refreshing actually.”

She scoffs, but I hear a low hum of approval coming from beside her. Was that a laugh, or just an acknowledgement? Either way, I look to the source and it’s another tall and handsome man. He’s wearing all black, and his asymmetrical dark hair is falling into his eyes a bit. An overall angsty demeanor. I try to get a better look at his face, deciphering what it looks like in more detail under the hair.

Yoba, he’s like, really hot.

The more I look, the more I realize I stared for too long. He looks confused, he’s probably expecting me to say something, oh god oh fuck just say something, idiot!

“Are you Robin’s son?”

Wow, way to be a creep.

The purple-haired girl wraps an arm around his and gives me a curt glare. Maybe they’re dating, or something. Is she jealous that I asked him a question? She tries tugging him closer, but he doesn’t really budge. Oof. Tough luck, lady.

He opens his mouth to answer, but instead the girl answers for him, “He is.”

“Abbyyy,” Sam reaches down and flicks her on the nose. “Let Seb speak for himself!”

She rolls her eyes. “Well, he was taking too long and we’re getting soaked out here. Come on!”

She turns the opposite way, reluctantly unlatching herself from Sebastian, and heads towards the saloon. Sebastian stays put. I’m about to start following Abby, but soon realize Sam is straight up leaning on me. If I were to move right now, he’d fall and bring me down with him. I look up at him, and he looks down at me, tilting his head.

“Er..” I try to shimmy him off a bit.

“Oh, shit, my bad! Sorry, uh…” he points at me with his free hand.

“(Y/n).”

“(Y/n)!” he pipes.

He gives me a fucking head pat before running to catch up with Abby. Sebastian and I trail behind.

“He’s like a giant puppy,” I mutter, mostly to myself. I hear another hum, and look up at Sebastian to see a small smirk formed on his face.

“You’ll get used to it.”

Whoa, that’s… a voice. It sounds a bit raw and raspy, maybe from underuse? But it’s got a certain smoothness to it. It’s kinda nice.

“Your mom helped me move in yesterday,” I ramble after a beat. “She mentioned you aren’t much of a people person so I’m kinda surprised to have met you, um…” I vaguely gesture around, “in the wild.”

Why am I still talking to him if I just acknowledged that he isn’t a people person? Why’d I even say it out loud? I know from my own experience how uncomfy that can be. Luckily, he doesn’t seem mad.

“I do this every Friday with them. I’m not super into it, but it makes them happy.”

I nod and hum in response. After a short moment, I can feel eyes on me. Is he looking at me? I blush at the thought. Should I check? Wait, what if he thinks I’m staring at him, then? Once we’re within a few feet of the door, I will myself to glance at him, and see his eyes dart in another direction.

“Dude, come on!” Abby peeks out the door with an eye roll, scurries down the steps, and ushers Sebastian inside. He doesn’t look very happy to be manhandled, but what do I know? I just met the guy. Maybe he’s into that sort of shit.

“Jeez, leaving (y/n) hanging?! That’s harsh!” Sam waits in the doorway for me to come in. I thank him as we follow the others, his arm finding its way over my shoulders again.

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