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dotster001 · 1 year

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I would very much like a gn version of the type of person they woukd like pretty please!

What Kind of Person they Like

Summary: gn! reader. What kind of person they say they want versus the one they end up with

CW: some of the boys are assholes with their answers, it's explained away in the who they end up with section, so take it with a grain of salt, also these are just my opinions. If you don't agree that's ok! Also, if you read the Fem/masc versions some of this is different but some of it is the same. Sorry if you were hoping your fave would have a different opinion.

A/n: putting the tag list in here as well in case some of you are gn. If you're Fem or masc! My bad guys! Also now that I finished the trilogy I'm so done 😭 formatting on this app takes so fucking long

Masc Version Fem Version

Heartslaybul

Ace Trappola

What he says

"hmm, a great bod and an ass you can't resist the urge to smack. Why are you giving me that look? Sevens, fine! Okay they're kind and have an ass that- hey don't throw stuff at me!"

Who he ends up with

Ace is going to be naturally attracted to a person that holds him accountable. He's also looking for someone who he can tease at all hours of the day. He wants someone he can have fun with, but who will also give him the cold hard facts. But they also take care of him when he's down. He's hiding a lot of insecurity under his cool guy exterior, so if they lets him snuggle, and let him whine, and then whisper how much they love him, he'll be a happy man. And he's really big on them not knowing anything about basketball. He's a fucking show off.

Deuce Spade

What he says

"Huh, I've never really thought about it. Um, I guess they're nice and funny, and aren't scared of my past. I'd also want them to be a little like you, Y/N….not that I like you! Well, I like you, not like like you, shit I'm sorry! This isn't sounding any better…"

Who he ends up with

He really means it when he says he wants someone like you. You're one of his first friends, and, in his mind, the person you date/marry should be your best friend. But if it's not you he ends up with, he will probably be attracted to someone who's book smart, but less street smart. A little "dumb" like him, in a cute kind of way. He likes a cuddler, and maybe someone who is shorter than him so that he can feel like he's swallowing them whole when he wraps his arms around them. Also, someone who encourages him and helps him with his homework/paperwork.

Riddle Rosehearts

What he says

"I don't have time for a relationship right now….but I think I want someone well behaved who follows the rules- what are you smirking at? Just because you're a rule breaker doesn't mean everyone is. And maybe someone smart. No, definitely someone smart."

Who he ends up with

As much as he hates to admit it…he's attracted to rule breakers. Not as bad as Ace obviously, he's not trying to go gray early. But if they say something like "let's have a non herbal tea" when it's time for only herbal tea…damn what a rush. By the time he gets serious with someone, he'll be confident enough in himself to cut ties with his mother, so they have to be strong willed, and willing to live off of a low budget for a while. He'll need someone understanding, who knows he'll have relapses and be too much and too angry sometimes, and they have to be understanding of that, and encouraging of improvement, or he'll live with guilt for the rest of his life.

Trey Clover

What he says

"Someone who's willing to settle down and grow fat and old with me. You're laughing, but I'm going to be running my parents bakery, and feeding people is my love language. Speaking of, you better finish off that slice of cake before the others steal it."

Who he ends up with

Trey isn't that picky. He really means it when he says he wants someone to get old and fat with. That's his dream. Running a bakery with his spouse by his side, and growing old together as your own kids grow up and bring home their own spouses. But he also wants someone he can blindside with his sadistic side. Someone who'll enjoy that side of him, but also someone who easily forgets it's there. It makes things more fun for him.

Cater Diamond

What he says

"Ha ha someone trendy and totes hot. Someone totally cammable. Aw, are you jealous? Don't worry, you'll always be my fave, even if you're not my otp."

Who he ends up with

Cater wants someone who won't disappear when he looks away. Yes, if they're "cammable" that's the first thing he's looking for, but when all is said and done, if they seem like they're going to be flaky, he won't take it too seriously either, as a defense mechanism. He needs a person with mental endurance, because he's going to spend the beginning of the relationship trying to scare them off. Not that he wants to, he just needs to know he won't be left alone like he usually is. He is going to be attracted to someone who humors his trends and magicam addiction, but who also sees through him. Someone balanced. They see the real Cay Cay, but they're also willing to be his "trophy spouse" online.

Savannaclaw

Jack Howl

What he says

"Oh, I uh, well someone who can keep up on a run with me I guess…"

Who he ends up with

Jack says he wants someone who can work out with him. And he would really be happy if he had a partner who was as active as him…but he'd also be happy with a soft squishy partner. He gets blushy thinking about holding someone soft and plush against his firm muscles. But he's flexible. In the end he won't choose his future spouse based on appearances. Wolf beastmen mate for life, so the main thing he is looking for is loyalty. Loyalty, and someone who would want to raise lots of kids with him. As long as you have those two traits, nothing else really matters to him.

Ruggie Bucchi

What he says

"Relationships are expensive, shihihi. Tell you what, you find me someone with sticky fingers, and we'll eat the rich together."

Who he ends up with

This is a deflection.If you're asking about a specific gender, Ruggie has two drastically different responses, mostly due to the large and in charge hyena women. But if you take that aspect away, deep down he longs for someone who he can settle down with, who will call him a good boy and pamper him (whether he is the breadwinner or they are), and who he can just live a happy life, slowly rising up to middle class, with. He also is looking for someone to snuggle the night away with. He gets lonely at night.

Leona Kingscholar

What he says

"Body pillow"

"That's not-"

"Body pillow"

Who he ends up with

Like Hyena's, lion women are the boss. So take the gender aspect away, and what he's searching for is someone who will make him feel loved. Whether it's through shouting and dragging him to therapy or soft caresses and whispered praise, he doesn't mind. He wants to feel loved and first in someone's life. He doesn't care how it happens. He's a surprisingly flexible guy.

Also, they have to accept that nighttime is when they're a body pillow. That's an absolute must.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

What he says

"Why do you wish to know? Are you attempting to reach my standards? Ha ha, let's see. Someone who is mysterious, who is willing to dress stunningly, and sit in my lap when I make deals, so that competitors can see what a high value man I am."

Who he ends up with

If that didn't make you want to throw up 🤢. He'll be attracted to someone who makes him feel beautiful in subtle ways. He knows how easy it is to spin a verbal web of lies. But there's some things you can't fake. Like allowing someone to rest on your lap, and caressing their hair. Or squeezing someone's hand gently when you have to let go. Or pressing a kiss to someone's cheek after you help them straighten their outfit. It's the soft romantic moments that'll speak to Azul when he finds his love. Aside from that, he's not looking for anything in particular. Just someone who makes him feel loved and beautiful.

Jade Leech

What he says

"Fu fu who's to say? Perhaps you are the lover of my dreams. Or not."

Who he ends up with

They're someone who can see through him. Someone who never compares him or confuses him for his twin. They're smart. Very smart. They eat his mushrooms and go on hikes with him. They are patient with Floyd. What Jade is looking for….is Jade. Someone like that is the only one who can truly keep up with him.

Floyd Leech

What he says

"Aw Shrimpy! Are you worried? Don't worry, whoever they are, I'll still squeeze ya!"

Who he ends up with

He's looking for someone fun. That's his only criteria. At least that's what he says. He can't be sure if he loves them because they're fun, or if they're fun because he loves them. In that sense, it's sort of a soulmate situation for Floyd. Whatever will be will be. He'll just know.

…

Also they have to be squeezable.

Scarabia

Kalim al Asim

What he says

"I love everybody!"

"But-"

"Have some of this ice cream, it's amazing!"

Who he ends up with

He wants someone he can spoil, but he doesn't know that. It's something in his subconscious. He doesn't want things back either. So they have to be someone who is okay with being spoiled, and doesn't feel guilty about it. He's going to be attracted to someone who loves life like him, but also helps to keep him grounded. And if they have a spark of danger in them, oh man, he'll be simping so hard.

Jamil Viper

What he says

"I'm not going to even think about it until my freedom is assured. Kalim has promised, but it would be irresponsible to force someone into servitude with me."

Who he ends up with

Jamil will fall for someone who truly appreciates him. Someone who will offer him help with his work (it doesn't matter if it's good help or not, he appreciates it either way). Someone who will pamper him. Someone who gets excited about the prospect of dropping everything and seeing the world with him. Someone who will be his partner, but who will also be willing to take turns ruling the house, so that they both can pretend to be the royal who is getting served from time to time.

Pomefiore

Epel Felmier

What he says

"Um, someone buff who knows I wear the pants in the relationship. Don't laugh, I like the idea of being surrounded in a hug of muscles! Stop laughing!"

Who he ends up with

Epel wants someone he can provide for, who he never has to prove his masculinity to. Someone who supports his ambitions, and believes in him. Someone who he doesn't have to change for. And if they want to be a cutesie house spouse for him…he won't complain.

Rook Hunt

What he says

"Mon Trickster, I can find beauty in everyone."

Who he ends up with

What he says is actually true. He can and will fall in love with every kind of person. It's hard to say who he will tie himself to, in the end. It'll be someone who he heavily bonds with and imprints on. It's a lot like with Floyd. Essentially a soulmate situation.

Vil Schoenheit

What he says

"Hm. Why do you want to know, potato? I suppose they're professional, and beautiful, and care about their image enough that they don't cause a scandal."

Who he ends up with

The thing about Vil is, he's not that far off from Rook in his take on beauty. He doesn't so much believe in conventional beauty, or societal beauty standards. He knows everyone has an individual definition of health and beauty. When he says he's looking for a beautiful person, he's looking for someone who's willing to reach their full potential. Or, more accurately, to allow him to help them reach they're full potential. Vil never admits it, but he adores pampering and styling people. His love language is helping people look their best. So if they're someone who knows themself enough to know what style they like, he'll appreciate it, and take up the mantle of doing the hard work, ie making outfits, styling hair and makeup, formulating skin care etc. TLDR, he wants a confident self possessed lover he can dress like a doll, and show off.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

What he says

"-------------" mutes ipad.

In his head, he doesn't think any man would ever love him. But his dream lover is a sexy anime cat person.

Who he ends up with

What he'll be attracted to is someone who is patient, speaks at a reasonable volume, and is assertive enough to make him leave his room. Essentially, winning Idia's heart is a siege. You'll have to starve him out. That's the patience bit. The reasonable volume comes from him being easily scared by loud noises. Assertive enough to make him leave his room…well that speaks for itself. He wants to believe he can be part of the outside world, and the one he will fall for will be willing to show it to him.

Diasomnia

Sebek Zigvolt

What he says

"They are someone of noble bearing, who shall help me defend my liege!"

Who he ends up with

He'll fall for a someone who is stronger, mentally, physically, etc., than him. A person who can put him in his place. A lover who speaks, and it makes him shut up, and sit pretty. They're assertive, and can come off as abrasive to others but to Sebek? Sevens, he'd die for a smidgen of their affection.

Silver

What he says

"I don't think it's worth it to try and define the one I'll fall in love with. There are so many wonderful people, and my father always told me that love is the greatest mystery in this world. Who's to say who I'll fall in love with?"

Who he ends up with

Silver will fall for someone soft. The entire romance will be soft. Soft caresses in the moonlight. Soft kisses in the morning. Soft fingers gently intertwining. They'll be empathetic about his sleep condition, never blaming him since it's not his fault. They'll be gentle with his animal friends. But they'll also be strong in some ways. They'll be someone who will fight the metaphorical (or literal, Silver lives an interesting life) dragon for their sleeping Prince Silver. They'll be sweet and kind. Like a hybrid of Prince Philip and Princess Aurora.

Lilia Vanrouge

What he says

"Fu Fu Fu wouldn't you like to know."

Who he ends up with

Lilia can and has fallen for every kind of person. He's lived a long time. He's had the time to romance lots of lovers. What he'd probably fall for in this stage of his life, is someone he can tease, and play around with, but who is also ready to settle down a little bit. Someone who enjoys the little things in life. He's getting a little old. He wants to build onto his family that he already has. Silver can stand to have three or ten more siblings, right?

Malleus Draconia

What he says

"You."

Who he ends up with

You.

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thezombieprostitute · 4 months

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Dream Come True - Part 1

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, femme. No other descriptors used.

Warnings: Shooting mentioned, not written. American healthcare system. Bullying with an emphasis on fat shaming. Please let me know if I miss any!

Part 2

Series Masterlist

Curtis stormed into the manor. Normally he didn’t care for visiting the higher ups, surrounded by their opulence but this wasn’t normal circumstances. He headed straight for Steve and Bucky’s office, the folder Jake compiled for him under his arm. As much as Curtis wanted to act on this he knew he had to get permission first, as Mace kept reminding him.

As soon as he entered the office, the Bosses greeted him.

“The nieces are okay?”

“Yes,” Curtis replied. “We did a priority background search on the would-be thief. Found no connections to other families so he was likely just an idiot trying to get some quick cash.”

“And the guy who took the bullet,” Bucky asked.

“She is currently in the hospital,” Curtis felt his fists tighten, thinking about her situation. “It wasn’t life threatening, just a quick surgery but she’s not gonna be allowed to walk for a few weeks.”

The bosses nodded their heads, “you made sure Beck is her doctor?”

“Yup. But there’s a hitch that I need permission to fix,” Curtis took the folder out from under his arm. “She got fired for missing some big meeting. First person she called was her boss, to explain what happened, and the asshole fired her over the phone. Now she’s trying to leave the hospital way too early because she’s scared of not being able to afford the care.”

Steve and Bucky looked astonished at this information. “Who the hell fires someone for that? Especially when she has the proof to back her story,” Bucky huffed. “You got that information, right?”

“We got it months ago when she first started tutoring the nieces,” Curtis affirmed. “Had to make sure she wasn’t someone playing the long game.” He handed the folder to Bucky who opened it. The men took a few seconds to find her boss’s name. Curtis was pleased to see Steve’s eyes go steely with anger.

Steve looked at Curtis, “I’ll make sure he gets handled.”

Bucky cut in, “for now, work with Huffman to get the paperwork settled. Officially, she’s been employed by us, as a tutor, for months. We’ll make sure the backpay gets added to her account. Beck and Jensen can work to make sure her insurance goes back as well.”

Curtis nodded his thanks and left to go back to the hospital. Hopefully she hadn’t succeeded in leaving.

“Please,” you plead through tears, “please just let me go home.”

Dr. Beck shook his head, “that would be wildly irresponsible of me. You have no emergency contacts, which tells me you have no one to help you out at home. You need to stay off of your leg for at least a week and you need help to do that. If that means keeping you here for that week, so be it.”

“I can’t af-”

Dr. Beck interrupts, “I’ve been in touch with some people, namely the family of those two girls you rescued. You’re not paying for anything and they insist you get your full rest here.”

“I…” you’re flabbergasted at the news. Jake and Jefferson had always been kind but you never got the impression they were so well off they could cover someone else’s medical bills. You can’t stop crying. It’s been a tumultuous day.

There was a knock outside the privacy curtain and a deep voice asking, “is it okay to come in?”

“Yeah, come on in,” Dr. Beck replied. “Been expecting you.” He turns to the source of the voice. Walking to your bed is a tall, muscular man with a buzz cut, beard and the most piercing blue eyes you’ve ever seen. You blink back tears and try to compose yourself. Crying around medical staff is one thing. Crying around strangers who might not be used to tears is something else.

“I’m Curtis,” he holds out his hand to you.

“Hi,” you shake his hand, confusion written all over your face.

“I’m here to inform you that you do, in fact, have medical insurance. You also have backpay.” Curtis starts putting paperwork on the patient table in front of you. “You’ve been tutoring my nieces for several months. The least we could do is make sure you’re being paid for your time, complete with benefits. Just need you to sign a few things.”

“What?” Far from answering your questions, you find yourself even more in the dark. “I…I don’t understand…”

“You helped my family,” Curtis replied. “Not only did you offer your time and patience, you’ve given your health and well-being. The least me and mine can do is take care of you.”

“I, uh,” you hesitate, trying not to insult, “are you sure you can afford this?”

“Yes.” There was no room for argument in Curtis’s tone. His face was stern and you discerned no cracks indicating he was lying in any way.

“I don’t know what to say,” you whisper.

“Don’t say anything,” Curtis tells you. “Just sign here, here and here.”

With a look to Dr. Beck, who gives you a reassuring smile and nod, you take the proffered pen and shakily sign where Curtis tells you to.

“And, with that,” Curtis gently smiles, “you were officially hired by us three months ago as a private tutor for two of our nieces. When you’ve recovered, you will return to your work and we may have more for you to do.”

Ransom was having a great day. His ugly assistant missed a big meeting and he finally had grounds to fire her. She'd been hired by his grandfather so he couldn't just get rid of her without a reason. He even encouraged her remote work so he wouldn't have to look at her. Now he could hire an assistant on his own and actually pick someone easy on the eyes.

It's not like the job was difficult. He needed someone who could research stuff he needed to know for his writing. Anyone could do that. He could, too, but he didn't want to and could afford to hire someone else to do it for him.

He was in the middle of writing up the job ad when the door to his office slammed open, making him jump. Steve Rogers was glaring at him as he strode into the room.

“Rogers,” Ransom smiled. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“Did you hear what happened to the nieces today?”

“Jake and Jefferson's girls? No.” Ransom was genuinely concerned. Those girls were spoiled by everyone in the families but they still managed to be the sweetest people he knew.

“There was an attempted robbery at the shop,” Steve continued, walking closer and closer to Ransom. “They were nearly shot by the idiot. Thankfully, they were rescued and someone else took the bullet.”

As Steve sat down on the desk Ransom started putting some pieces together. He wasn't an idiot. The nieces almost being shot and his assistant actually being shot? It would also explain the rage emanating from Rogers.

“The woman who took the bullet requires a lot of medical care. But, of course, she can't afford it since her asshole of a boss fired her.”

Ransom gulped, “I can hire her back. Say it was a moment of anger, a mistake that never should've happened.”

Steve stood and pulled up Ransom by the front of his sweater, forcing him to stand on his toes. “Do you remember,” Steve growled, “why we had to send Lloyd into exile?”

“Too many casualties?”

“Close. He viewed people as expendable. This family got started by helping others. Helping the Unions. Supporting the communities. So when you treat someone like that, you disrespect all of us.”

Steve let go of Ransom’s sweater, setting him on his feet. Without warning, he punched Ransom in the stomach so hard he doubled over.

“You are on notice,” Steve told him. “You've been straddling the line for some time now. But one more slip, and you're gone. Understood?”

Ransom coughed, “yeah, I get it.”

“And you don't have to hire her back. We got her a much better boss.”

Part 2

Tagging @alicedopey because I promised I would.

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@icefrozendeadlyqueen

@texmexdarling

@veltana

@winter-soldier-101

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#curtis everett x reader #mafia!curtis everett #mafia au #curtis everett x plus sized!reader #plus size!reader #mob!curtis everett

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svgvru · 7 months

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✮ THINKIN BOUT YOUR PRETTY SATORU! satoru whose had the fastest crush on you since you were teenagers. but a guy can't like a guy, right? so he didn't act on it. in fact, he acts on none of his feelings. intimacy is the one thing he desperately craves, but he unintentionally keeps himself from it. he tried dating girls, yes, he got a first kiss from one of them, but nothing else. they never interested him. however, when he'd see men walk along the sidewalk, fresh undercut and broad shoulders he couldn't help but blush. even on dates, his date normally assumes he's blushing about them, but no, eyes are on you. you who's laughing while talking to shoko. you whose chewing cum that for some reason makes you so beautiful and so hot.

but wait—! he's a guy, your a guy, that's weird right? besides, those stupid elders in his clan are pushing women at him left and right to "produce an heir." satoru, however, has never wanted it. he's longed for intimacy, but he longs for it, from you. its baffling how many people think he's sleeping around because of his looks. he kay flirt, he may boast, he may talk about something he saw on some porno, but he's never actually had sex...he's a virgin. maybe he's touched his cock a little, jerked off once, but it didn't feel right so it didn't do it again. he's clueless in the bedroom, you, you have had plenty of partners...so you'd know what to do in the bedroom. but no way you would go for him, your best friend? ha, that's a joke!

those thoughts ran through satoru's head until he found himself bound to your bed of his own occord, taking two of your fingers in his virgin asshole. your fingers are thick, hell you are a pretty big man, he didn't think he'd be able to take two, in fact he's proud of himself for it! even you are! "oh, look at you, 'toru! taking two of my fingers so well," you coo, "good job, baby." your praise made him feel warm and hot, or perhaps it was your fingertips pressing harshly against his prostate. "a—aH! oooh, mmmh." a string of pleasureful sounds leaves his lips as you milk his prostate, watching his pretty pink tip twitch and leak, seconds away from producing his first orgasm.

"let it go, baby...let it go," your whispers push him to the edge, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and onto your sheets. his hips jolt, his thighs tighten and shake as you ring his first orgasm from him. an expression of enjoyment is plastered on your face, seeing the quote "strongest" look like a pathetic whore. his pretty blue eyes were rolled to the back of his head, his long white eyelashes are sticky and wet, and his tongue is lolled out, leaking droop onto your pillows. you watch his addamsapple bob as he gulps, trying to breath and come back for you. he feels your comforting hand rub up and down his back. "its okay, baby. breathe, 'm right here." your voice sounds so sweet! he loves it, and can't help but focus from your words. "there he is..." you smile as his eyes turn to look back at you, the innocence you in his eyes previously just tainted a bit.

"let's try something else, yeah?"

𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦...this is actually somewhat of a teaser for my virgin!gojo fic during kinktober. a few paragraphs from here will likely be there too, so hope you like it!

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for starting shit with a 15 year old??

Alrighty here’s our cast:

I’m OP, I’m 19 years old, I’m FtM trans but not out nor have I started transitioning medically. I’ve graduated but live at home while I attend college

I have a little sister named “Janet”, she’s 16 and a sophomore. She’s popular, friendly, and had a big friend group

Janet has a friend named “Amy” who’s 15. Amy is the kid I think I started beef with

Okay for the story;

Janet is the leader of her group. She’s got the strongest personality and is the most sociable. Almost all the kids in her group are comfortably upper class while Janet and I are sitting very middle class. It’s always very jarring when I drop Janet off at a friend’s house and it’s a literal mansion.

Amy is who introduced Janet to this group, but it became quickly very clear that Amy has never been told “no” in her life. She’s controlling, spoiled, and jealous. Now, I’ve hung out with Amy before (Janet was there too, we were at a get together and Amy tagged along with us) and she’s a sweet girl, but definitely a product of her environment.

Now, over the last few weeks, things have spiraled out of control for that group. Amy got a boyfriend and has been repeatedly picked to spend time with him and made her friends (Janet’s group) feel like shit about it. Her boyfriend was always invited to group things, but Amy refused to let him join. She cited the other girls (who are all either lesbians or dating other boys) as trying to “steal her man”. She’s very insecure about herself and I genuinely feel bad for her

Recently, she’s been left out of group activities because she chose not to attend, but then later would send the group hateful messages on social media or would vague post about them being pieces of shit because they didn’t insist that she attend. Janet’s been under fire the most along with another girl named “Christina”. Amy even went as far as to out Christina as bisexual on Snapchat because Christina pointed out that Amy could have attended their Halloween party at any time as it lasted for seven hours

So Amy’s a mess.

Now, recently (again), Janet started talking to a boy we’ll call “Jeremy”. Jeremy’s a sweet guy, he’s in band, he’s still a dork because he’s a high school sophomore, but he’s still a cool kid. One day, Jeremy sends a bunch of screenshots to Janet from Amy. Amy, who has a boyfriend as mentioned above. Amy was not only flirting with Jeremy, but also talking shit about me and my family. She called my mom fat, said my dad was lying about having cancer (he’s a terminal colon cancer patient), called my twin sister an ugly control freak, and me a “gay whore who acts like a man” (LMAOOOO).

Here’s where I may be the asshole. I got Amy’s number from Janet’s phone and sent her what’s basically an essay calling her out for these insults and also threatening to screw her parents. I told her to never contact Janet again and that I hope she got over her insecurities. I know her insults weren’t directed towards me nor was I supposed to see them, but I can’t stand people talking about my family. I know I shouldn’t have contacted her, especially behind Janet’s back, but I wanted to defend myself and my family

Anyways, if I’m voted the asshole for sticking my nose in high schoolers’ business, I’d completely understand

🧐

^^^ so I can find this again 😭

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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gavi4me · 6 months

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7 minutes in heaven

Pt.1 Pt.2 pt. 3

Characters; Ferran - as himself; Pedri - as himself; Gavi - as himself; Ansu - as himself; you - y/n; Sara - your friend; Ana - your friend

Warnings - slightly smutty, cockblock, asshole pedri, ansu, & Ferran, little angst, fluff, cursing

Likely typos cuz at the time of writing this it is quite late where I live so I am basically half asleep while writing this….

“Gavi you can go suck a dick” you yelled at him, walking off angrily to your car. Pedri followed you outside, wondering why you had just blown up.

“I don’t want to talk about it” you yelled angrily, not turning your head to face him, getting into your car.

“Come on just tell me what happened.”

“God pedri. Leave me alone.”

You slammed the door shut, taking off almost immediately.

He stood there like an idiot, not moving until you were out of his view. What has that asshole done now he thought?

You were in the post-breakup ‘bliss’, just wanting to make your ex jealous so you went out to a club with all your friends, not realizing they had invited Pablo to tag along. You had always hated gavi. Ever since you guys had met on the first day of the 7th grade when he transferred to your school. You tried to be nice and become friends with him until you noticed his arrogant, annoying, and overly confident personality that worked like bug spray, making you stay, or at least try to stay as far away as possible. Didn’t work however ever as both his and your parents became good friends, often inviting each other for dinners and eat outs. Since your parents were friends, they assumed the same with you and Pablo, often forcing you to carpool with them when your parents couldn’t pick you up. Occasionally even sleeping over, though this only lasted till year 10, your parents knowing hormones were going around and not wanting you two to do any mischief. As if! Not that his parents weren’t nice. It’s the thing they created that you hated. You hated how he always bragged about being good at football and someday becoming pro. You hated how he nonstop talking about how his jawline was perfect and how he had a 6 pack and how every girl would want him soon enough, including yourself, if god forbids you gain crush on him. When they’d invite you over for dinner, you and Pablo would go into his room and sit there awkwardly while Pablo would juggle his football, seemingly trying to show off. He always was rude to you. Calling you fat when you were going through some hard times, always aiming for you during dodgeball first, specifically the head, and now. During the party he had made a senseless joke about how you walked in on your ex with another girl saying, “okay at least woman want me. How bad at sex can you be for your 3 year boyfriend to cheat on you with some donkey ass looking girl.”. He joked and laughed but you had enough. You had slapped him hard. “You are a vile, vile person Pablo gavira. Go fuck yourself.” Is what you said before slapping him again a finally leaving. “I don’t have to. All the women at my feet will, unlike you who can’t seem to find a fuck buddy for the life of you.” This all lead up to this situation.

~ a couple months later ~

It had been a while since you’ve last seen Pablo gavi, going on with your life like nothing ever happened. Yeah maybe sometimes you thought about what he had said. And MAYBE cried yourself to sleep knowing he thought you were ugly, but still. You felt at peace with yourself finally.

You had been invited to ansu’s house for a party, only being told that a bunch of people would be there. Not specifying who.

You walked into a lively party, music blasting from a couple of speakers. People scattered around on ansu’s furniture. Some talking, some dancing, some making out. You tried finding Ansu, instead you bump into someone. You landed on a hard chest, placing your hand on it to stabilize yourself.

“Oh my ba-“ you cut yourself off when you finally noticed who it was you were apologizing to. Gavi. Quickly you wiped your shirt with your hands and borderline ran away, feeling his eyes on you but not saying anything.

The rest of the night was awkward. You two exchanging glances multiple times. He didn’t seem to be as bothered as you. He was talking with other people, dancing, laughing, smiling, everything like that. You on the other hand we’re sitting on the couch with a cup of beer in one hand and your jaw in the other, resting your elbow on your knee as you people watched.

Your friends Sara and Ana were talking the whole night next to you, not bothered to ask what had happened knowing you were quite stubborn when it came to telling people stuff.

“Do you guys want to play 7 seconds of heaven?” Ansu suddenly proposed to the group who had gathered around the couch you were sitting on.

“Yeah I’m down.” Pedri said with a beer bottle in one hand and his phone in the other.

“Anyone else?” Ansu asked. “We can’t just play us two”. Ferran, gavi, Sara, Ana, and i all agreed on playing. We spread out on the many couches ansu had as he went to his coat closet it find a hat.

Ansu wrote our names on small pieces of paper before dropping them into the hat.

“Okay our first two are….” He moved his hand in the hat, picking up a name. You already weren’t having fun tonight but to spice it up you decided to play, praying to god it wasn’t you.

“Y/n” he announced placing it on the coffee table. Everyone starred at you smiling, knowing you hadn’t been too active ever since your breakup with your 3 year boyfriend.

“I hope it’s Pablo…” Sara whispered in your ear, giggling right after.

“I hope when it’s your turn you get paired up with Ferran.” You mumbled. You’ve known for a while how much Sara has liked Ferran, though you never understood it. (Irl me talking - how do you guys find Ferran attractive?).

“And Pablo.” Ansu placed it next to your name as you opened your mouth wide, still trying to process whose name had just gotten called.

Gavi had a smirk on his though, pedri slapping his shoulder while laughing like the rest, knowing the tension between the two of you.

“The two bestest of friends in a closet! I wonder how that’ll go!” Pedri laughed, fueling the fire.

“Okay you two, time to go into the closet.” Everyone stood up to follow ansu into a closet in his bedroom. It was quite spacious, enough to fit maybe 4 people.

Gavi entered first, turning back, waiting for you to enter as well. You stood at the entrance hesitant, but not wanting to not be called a pussy after. Finally Sara pushed you in, shutting the door right after.

“Have fun you two.” Ana giggled before they all walked away.

You both just stood there, not looking into each others eyes, just standing there in silence.

“You know one of us has to do something?” He spoke.

“Not my problem.” You said, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“Kinda is actually….” Pablo murmured.

You both sat in silence for another second.

“Why are you always so bitter towards me” Pablo asked, coming closer to you with his arms crossed.

“Why are you always a self absorbed asshole to me, and basically everyone?”

You stared at him. It seemed like he was trying to come up with an answer. He came even closer, pushing your back so you were touching the wall. His lips were grazing your ear as he spoke.

“Y/n I don’t believe you understand how perfect you are. You have the perfect smile, the most perfect eyes I could get lost into, and lips I’ve been dreaming to kiss ever since we met in our English class that Wednesday morning in the 7th grade. I really am sorry for the way I’ve treated you the last few years. It’s just that everyone I knew liked you, including men which got me jealous. I was the man who was allowed to love your perfect and sweet soul. After a while I realized it was wrong to be in love with you, especially since our parents were good friends and you seemed to not like me. I tried pushing you even farther away so it gave me no other choice but to not love you. Insults, bitterness. All of that. And I thought flaunting my good traits and talking about myself after a little while would have you realize all my good traits and such so you’d like me and I’d feel like I wasn’t the one who was chasing after you because Pablo gavi doesn’t chase. Didn’t rather. I tried chasing you and I now realize those feelings never vanished. I still am very much I love with you and I know after all the years of hell I put you through it might be hard for you to accept, just all I ask of you is to give me a chance and I’ll treat you like like the only girl in the world..” After he was done he gave your ear a kiss and went back to starring at you, waiting for a response.

“-y-yes” you hesitated.

Without another word he smashed his face onto yours, hands going up to your jaw to keep it there, not wanting the kiss to be over.

The kiss happened to suddenly. You were caught off guard, still tensed up a couple second into the kiss but softened up soon enough.

This kiss was rough and needy but also passionate and affectionate. Pablo’s lips tasted and felt sweet, and soft, and like heaven as if you had been waiting for it for ever since that Wednesday morning you two met.

After a couple of seconds of staying in the same spot, Pablo finally let go, resting his forehead and nose against yours as you both caught your breaths, starring, or rather admiring one other beauty and look of swollen lips.

A couple seconds later he went back to kissing you, this time it was much faster pace. He added his tongue in, allowing you to suck on it.

Your hands moved to his head, grabbing and pulling at his hair so he could come closer.

“S-so..good” you mumbled.

His hands started to go underneath your skirt, feeling your panties through your tights and pulling at the material.

“We can’t do it here Pablo…they could come in at minu-“

“Shhh. Trust me I know what I’m doing.” He slid his hands up to your shoulders where the off-the-shoulder shirt hung off. He moved the sleeves down to reveal your braless chest. Pablo starred at your breasts for a couple of seconds before lookin back at you and smiling.

You’d always felt self conscious about your chest. You couldn’t decide whether if it was too small. Men always made comments on it saying “the last girl was DD” or “no men go for woman under a C”you were a b cup.

“They’re perfect.” He said before starting to nibble at the skin surrounding on your nipples.

“They’re a little small…don’t you think?” You asked in between heavy breaths and a few moans here and there,

He lifted his soft eyes up to meet yours as he was still leaving little nibbles and groping the other.

“I said what I said…” he lifted his lips off your breast to give your lips a small kiss before going back down.

“P-Pablo I c-can’t FUCK” you groaned.

When Pablo was moving on to the next nipple, the door suddenly swung open.

When he heard the door, Pablo instantly lifted his mouth off to turn around.

Everyone who was playing was watching the scene, a camera in pedris hand as they all bursted out laughing.

Due to instinct, you grabbed Pablo by the collar to come closer to you, hiding your chest behind him.

“Walked in not even wanting to touch each other now being all over each other.” Ansu said in between laughs.

Ferran was watching the scene unfold behind the camera, trying to get a better view of your breasts.

“Move carbón. Im tryna see some titi today.” Everyone laughed again. You get the gist. Seemed like everyone had something to say that was funny today.

“Fuck you” Pablo said flipping him off.

You finally started pulling your shirt back up, gavi acting as a wall between the others and yourself.

Once done, you pushed Pablo and others to the side and went to the living room to grab your purse before leaving. You didn’t want to see any of their faces anymore.

As you were searching for your keys in your bag, you heard someone calling after you.

“Y/n! Y/n, wait!” Gavi was yelling.

You didn’t respond, trying to ignore him.

“Y/n” he panted getting close. “-I thought you left”

“I don’t want to talk Pablo…” you said finally unlocking your car.

“Please I’m angry at them too” Pablo came up from behind, wrapping his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place as he caught his breath.

“I want to be alone Pablo. No hard feelings” oh hard feelings for sure, but you weren’t going to say that.

You opened your car door and entered before locking it.

“Please y/n! I need a ride.” Pablo said knocking on the window.

You started the car and sped off

A/n

I’m the slowest writer ever BUT in my defense I’ve got school, which will always be my priority so yeah. Anyways, this will likely become a series. 3-5 chapters maybe even longer. Next part will likely be uploaded in the following week.

#gavi #cockblock #y/n #fanfic #fluff #light angst #gavi fluff #pablo gavi #pedri #ferran torres #ansu fati #tw cursing #seven minutes in heaven

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If You Want to Be My Lova

Yelena Belova x PlusSize!FemReader

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

A/N: Though I identify R as plus size, I didn’t give her much description to leave it open to a broader range of readers who struggle with loving their bodies. (Pssst, you’re beautiful—I just know it’s true 🥺) | 3,912 Words

Warnings: Steve’s a fat shaming asshole, Body Image Insecurity. Alluded to/never specified eating disorder.

A/N 2.0: I personally detest Steve, but to be clear I don’t genuinely think he’d be like this, I just needed an antagonist.

Request

Steve watched from across the counter as you wandered into the kitchen, your water in one hand and your phone in the other as you perused the kitchen in search of breakfast. He'd seen the exact moment your eyes lit up when you saw the pink boxes on the counter.

An unnecessary wave of glee ran through him as he prepared to open his mouth and speak, "Are you sure you want to eat that Y/N? If you're serious about losing weight why not look into eating some rolled oats with berries?"

He was being vindictive, you'd grown used to it after you worked your magic and got Natasha to finally ask out Wanda, he's been visibly bitter over the situation ever since. The talking point of your weight was easy enough for him to cling to, he was in peak fitness, and it would only come off as a concerned friend trying to help you reach a "better" state of wellness.

What he failed to consider was Wanda was on her way into the kitchen as well, and she was able to see the exact moment your spirit broke. The light in your eyes faded fast, and the donut in your hand was gently set back into the box, she saw the way your lip wobbled, and your eyes filled with not only tears, but dread too.

——

It enraged her honestly, you were the sweetest person around these parts, and deserved to be treated with nothing less than love and respect.

Steve saw it too, the way you bit your lip and closed your eye's tight to try and reel your feelings in. Crying over it changes nothing...

He went to lift his mug of coffee to his lips as if he was accomplishing something amazing, his smile smug as ever when you turned away, but it fell fast when the steaming contents of his mug were sloshing over the edge of the glass in a way that could only be explained with magic.

He hissed as the drink scalded him through his thick cotton shirt, his chest on fire now, and in a dramatic manner he removed the stained shirt to reveal his toned abs, and ripped arms.

"Wanda, what the fuck was that for?" He called her out immediately, and so she entered the kitchen with a victorious smile, and red tinged fingertips. "Whatever do you mean Rogers?"

"I know what you did."

"Yeah, and I too know what you did," she glares menacingly in his direction while also setting a reassuring hand onto your shoulder, "I'd say the punishment fits the crime."

Steve glared right back, and you finally turned to see what must've occurred to cause this rift, you felt guilt gnawing at your gut, it wasn't a fair feeling, but yet you could feel it festering.

Wanda's fingers continued to spark in shades of a dangerous crimson as the burned man wasn't appearing to be backing down, and you didn't want to involve her any further. It felt sorta unfair for her to fight your battles for you. On account of her being your girlfriends future sister in law, and also because this entire moment was beyond mortifying for you.

To have your insecurities viciously thrown in your face in a public space like this, well it was rather juvenile, and so it made you feel like you were that same kid crying under the bleachers all those years ago when kids were being cruel.

The people pleaser in you won out alongside the embarrassed little one who still resided in your heart, so you took in a shaky breath before trying to calm the witch, "It's okay Wands."

You'd gently settled a hand over hers that still held tightly to your shoulder for comfort, the witch looked back at you, the sad smile you offered didn't calm her though, it only fueled her on. "It's not, especially not when he himself is only a byproduct of a steroidal experiment."

Steve's stance faltered ever so slightly, his ego now efficiently bruised. His mouth spluttered embarrassingly for a moment before he left the kitchen altogether in a grumbling huff.

"Tata Captain Hot Head," she flipped the man off, then turned back to you as you giggled.

"Hey dorogoy," you looked at her inquisitively, and she offered you one of the warmest smiles you'd ever seen, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, whatever you need Wands," she beamed, "I'm glad to hear you say that, can you get two plates for us? I'll take a maple bar, and you can pick that sprinkled one back up while I make us a fruit salad and some hot cocoa."

Wanda watched closely, there was a hesitation in your demeanor, as if you were now scared. You however nodded meekly, then began to shuffle around the space to do as she asked.

"Ooh, did I see donut holes too?"

"Yup," you confirmed, and then you watched from your place at the counter as six tiny balls of dough and sugar danced through the air until they landed evenly between your plates.

The two of you spoke about your weekly movie night tonight while picking at the food before you, you smiled when the witch said you got to pick, you settled on Hocus Pocus, and Wanda smiled when she saw your plate was empty.

Then Wanda watched your face fall as she described in detail how she'd prepared a couple of snack trays for the both of your girlfriends with the ravenous appetites. This was a normal conversation, but now that Steve threw you into this self deprecating headspace she could see you debating if you wanted to go anymore.

The pressure to eat another meal today was already crippling your soul, it felt wrong to even consider nourishing yourself after the way Steve haphazardly regarded your body. Seeing how fit he was didn't help either, it only made you feel like you truly didn't deserve to eat.

"Well, I have some errands to run Wands, but I'll see you tonight," you collected both of your plates, and left her behind with a side hug as you departed, but your thoughts were so loud all the witch was left to do was frown as she made her way to the gym to try and fix this.

—

Natasha slammed Yelena into the mat for what was like the tenth time in an hour, "Cyka."

"Just admit that I'm better, and we'll be done."

"Never, I am just distracted," Yelena groaned, "Something in my gut is deeply unpleasant."

"Yeah, you simply can't stomach losing," Nat laughed as she once again dodged her sisters fist with grace, but then she was groaning when Yelena's fist hit her in the gut, she was too distracted by the sight of her fast approaching angered lover to have stopped the attack.

"Ha! I win!" Yelena screeched, only to be met with a shove that knocked her on her ass, and to wind up on the receiving end of Natasha's incredulous expression, "One hit isn't a win!"

"Listen here cyka," Yelena angrily muttered while stepping up to her sister, "Listening," Natasha smirked and Yelena reared back.

"Enough! Both of you!" Wanda caught Yelena's fist with red wisps, "Save your anger for Steve."

The sisters looked to her within an instant, both wearing different degrees of confusion.

"What did he do now?" Natasha groaned, she was growing really tired of his petty antics.

"He made Y/N self conscious, she's not okay."

Yelena's entire body tensed, Wanda could feel her fighting against her magic, and as if the God's heard her prayer Steve entered the gym.

"Let me go," she lowly growled, and Wanda did so without a single concern for the man, she was actually thrilled for what was to come.

Steve was unknowingly preparing for a beating coming down here, he'd come here to fight away the thoughts of inadequacy Wanda placed in his mind with the punching bag, but instead he was on his knees clutching his manly hood.

"What the actual fuck?" he seethed, but when he met the fiery gaze of one Yelena Belova he knew not to even test the waters any further.

"YA vypotroshu tebya, kak rybu," she rasped through gritted teeth, her hand fisted in the mans hair, as she punched him square in the nose, then as she went to further beat him she felt Natasha's hands on her shoulder's pulling her back, "Idi k yeye sestre, ty yey nuzhen, my s nim spravimsya." Yelena looked to her with a scowl, but after a moment of reassuring eye contact she conceded, "Zastav' yego zaplatit'."

(I will gut you like a fish / Go to her sister, she needs you, we'll handle him. / Make him pay)

"You know Rogers, Y/N only ever gave me the confidence to ask Wanda out, it was always going to be her, and never going to be you," she pulled Wanda in by her waist for a bruising kiss to ensure he understood her honest words.

He pouted like a petulant child, Yelena's firm hold was replaced with Wanda's impenetrable magic, so he was forced to watch them kissing.

Natasha lowered her body until she was level with the pitiful man, she patted his cheek twice patronizingly then she spoke only to ruin him, "Because sure Rogers, you might have the fawned over physique, but that's really only superficial, at the end of the day you're nothing worth experiencing," she beamed as his eyes filled shallowly with tears, "Y/N is a light in this dark world Steve, and for you to treat her like she's less than because you feel you lost me because of her is so strange. It's also not true."

"Everyone knows you have the personality of a brick wall, and it's just not that appealing. At least Sam and Bucky are interesting enough," Wanda taunted the scowling man, "There's a reason you could only ever score a date with the niece of your almost lover," she gripped him by his chin, and stared coldly into his eyes, "You're a pathetic excuse for a man Steve."

"That's all there is to it," Nat concluded, then with a precise swing of her fist he was out cold.

Wanda knelt beside him, and Natasha watched as red wisps jolted through his temple, "Sweet nightmares, I hope you wake up devastated."

"God, I love you so much," Natasha groans as she pulls her lover in for a deep kiss, "Y/N's family Nat, and nobody fucks with my family."

"That she is, I just hope Yelena can fix this," Natasha frowns slightly, and Wanda meets her concerned expression with an equivalent sigh, "If anyone can, it's her." Wanda softly grabs her lovers hand, "But we can also do our part."

—

Yelena raced through the entire compound in search of you, in her frazzled state she had neglected the obvious solution of just asking Friday, but after stumbling onto the vacant floor of the compound she knew she found you.

Soft sobs came from the room that used to be yours before you moved into Yelena's room. Back when you were Tony's assistant who he deemed worthy of a room, and not yet her everything, because that's exactly what you are.

"Y/N?" She called out softly as to not scare you, "Moye solnyshko," she whispered the words as she entered your old room, her heart stuttered when she saw the broken glass of your mirror, and it nearly shattered when she saw some of your things had been brought down here.

"Y/N, detka, what's going on?" She reached out for you, but you pulled your hands away, she frowned upon seeing the cuts that littered your skin and the air of despondency in your glossy orbs, it had made her imagine Steve's body dangling over a tub of carnivorous crocodiles.

It's now on her to do list...

"Lena, you should just go," you whispered brokenly, voice cracking as well as both of your hearts as you verbalized the words you didn't mean, "I'll never be what you deserve, so go."

"So that's just it? I don't get a say in this?"

"You're so beautiful Yelena, you deserve a partner that matches or excels you, which would honestly be impossible, you're perfect."

"You do excel me Y/N," she whimpers, and this time when she goes to reach you she does so by straddling your body, and making sure you can see just how true her words are. "I've never had anything to call my own Y/N, but now I have you, and I wouldn't trade that for anything."

"But what if there's someone better along the way Yelena? It's easier if we break this off now, I couldn't cope if you left me in the future."

"Never," she promised, her lips deposited a peck to your tear stained lips, "There is nothing better for me than you detka, I've never been happier," she smiled warmly as she stared into your cloudy eyes, hers just as glossy as yours, "That's all because of you. Moya solnyshko—my sunshine; oh how you brighten my life."

Yelena watched the storms behind your eyes begin to settle, your once tense body melted into the mattress, and she took the moment as the perfect time to kiss you, to pour out just how much you meant to her into the gesture.

"Look at me Y/N," she remained soft as she sat you up, and pulled you into her lap without a moment of hesitation, her tone however held a seriousness to it, "You deserve to feel safe in your body, to be able to love yourself despite any societal norms that are like ugly lies."

"I try to love me Lena, b-but when people that look like Steve say what they do I can't help but worry that I'm not meant for your love, maybe I'm holding you back, or you're settling here."

"First of all, you are meant for me only," she held you far more tightly, a possessiveness falling over her at the thought of you being with someone else. "You move me forward detka, my life has only looked up with you at my side. Life is a box of chocolates with you."

A sweet giggle left you as Yelena paraphrased last week's movie to make her point.

"I'm not settling Y/N, if anything it's you who's settling," you instantly shook your head with a pout, and she smiled at you sadly, "I've done a lot of things wrong in this short lifetime Y/N."

"You didn't have a choice Lena," you growled, and she chuckled lightly, "I know, but I finally do, and you're the only thing I've done right."

A brief moment of silence fell over you both, Yelena's grip on you was firm, and loving, her lips pressed to your forehead, and when you quietly sniffled she figured you needed more.

"Fuck that dipshit in spandex," she grinned when you giggled softly, and her looming fears melted away when you rested your head over her heart, "He'll never know what it's like to be loved truly, because he doesn't understand that people don't care for that manufactured body of his when it's paired with a heart of stone."

"You though. You're not only beautiful to look at," she leaned back, giving you the once over for emphasis, but she truly did get distracted as she took you in, with her lip caught in between her teeth and a smile in her eyes she couldn't fake, "You've also got a heart of gold detka."

It was easy to believe when she looked at you like that, but you still had your reservations, and Yelena could see right through to that.

"I love you, for every last part of you," she readjusted you so that she could cup your cheek while her other hand held your hip, "Whatever you see as a flaw, I see it as you, and therefore it's perfect, because there's nothing flawed about you, you're a beauty worthy of marveling at, you're the perfect they say does not exist; this body of yours is my paradise."

Tears began to stream down your face, and in the past Yelena would freak out, worried that she said something wrong to upset you, but she's come to learn that tears can be joyful. That much she learned when she burst into them the first time you said you loved her, the sweet words dripped from your lips like honey.

"I-I love you Yelena," you blurted in a graceless blubbering manner, "I-I'm sorry for trying to leave you, I was just scared, but I promise you that I don't ever want to lose you, like ever."

"You never will," she purrs, her hand gently gripped you by the plush skin of your hips, "Because I'll never give you up for anything," she murmured against your lips before she slammed hers into yours passionately.

Her lips began to travel down your jaw, your breath hitched when she sucked lightly over the skin. "Lena, we have to go to movie night," you stuttered breathlessly. She groaned, "Do we have to? We can skip it tonight, on account of me wanting to love you until you believe it."

"I do," you whispered, "I believe you," with a genuine tone you brought a smile to her face.

"Then let's go moya lyubov'," Yelena lifted you up into her arms causing you to squeal at her show of strength, "I can walk just fine baby."

"I just didn't want to let you go just yet," she confessed while gently lowering you, and in return for her being so sweet you softly kissed her lips, "We'll be cuddling soon enough."

The two of you rode the elevator to your floor so you could drop off your things, and change into more comfortable clothes, but not until Yelena doctored up your injured hands, with a soft kiss to follow every bandaid she placed.

"Your boo-boos have been handled," she said with a bit of a pout, "I'll be back shortly," and with a soft kiss to your lips that lingered for a moment longer than need be she was gone.

Yelena left to shower off her day in the gym, and you unpacked your things before slipping into a pair of black sweats, with a worn down band t-shirt, and as you always did when feeling somewhat down, you slipped right into your girlfriends oversized army green hoodie.

You knew she bought it for you, but she wore it until it smelled enough like her to calm you... It's become your live in article for her missions.

Yelena's always been so incredibly sweet, you honestly can't believe you tried to end things. Her love has always fixed your problems, she never saw you as anything other than worthy of love, and affection; she was your soulmate.

"Well don't you look cuddly," she noted as she walked up from behind and grabbed your hand, "Can't wait to hold you close, it's cold"

"Cold?" She met your confusion with a sly smirk, then pulled you along wordlessly.

Once she pressed the button for the roof you understood her, excitement overran your body at the idea of a spooky movie under the light of the moon and the surrounding stars. That is until the doors opened to reveal a battered Steve with an ice pack on his bruised cheek, making you tense up, causing Yelena to look away from you and over at the unwelcome.

Before anyone could even mutter a word you got to bare witness to the brick house of a man wordlessly hobbling away after your much smaller girlfriend stepped towards him, and the smug smile that overtook your lovers face was rather priceless, "Lena, baby, you can't solve everything with brutal violence."

"Why not?" She pouted, and it was so innocent in appearance you'd never believe she was a highly skilled assassin in her younger days.

"Words can work too..."

"Yeah, he used words, we used our fists."

"We?"

"Yes, I broke his nose, and hopefully made him unable to reproduce. Wanda and Natasha did the rest to him, remind me to thank them."

"Goodness me, you three keep me on my toes."

Yelena grinned, then kissed you for the rest of the elevator ride. The ding signaled her to stop, and she stepped aside to let you exit first.

"Ta-da," Natasha cheered with jazz hands to draw your attention to the identical hanging day beds settled besides one another, with a table between with popcorn and candy atop.

Then you looked up to see the projector screen was adorned in purple and orange lights with smiling pumpkins after every few bulbs, the beds were littered with fluffy blankets, and there were outdoor heaters nearby for the anticipated maximum comfort level possible.

"I did nothing to help, but I promise I love you, witchy was just too nit-picky, I was safer on the sidelines," she said quietly while pulling you into her for a tight embrace, "I love you too."

"You'll be safer on the couch too if you keep it up," Wanda lightly threatened before taking you from her genuinely terrified lover, "I've prepped lots of food, make a plate honey."

"Where will she pick from if this weird plate is mine?" Yelena asked while holding an entire charcuterie board to her chest, her face never more genuinely serious than right now, and you stifled a laugh at the adorable sight, "Don't worry baby, feel free to enjoy your dinner."

Wanda looked to you scoldingly, worried you were using this as a get out of dinner card, but then you lifted your phone up to show her that it was okay, and you were fine. While Natasha and Yelena scavenged around with snacks, you and Wanda will share a pizza—like normal.

"What will you eat?" Yelena frowned, but you waved her off, "There's popcorn and candy."

Yelena held her plate out anyways, and you smiled while picking off a single cracker and a slice of cheese to top it off., "Thanks love."

"I will not be doing that," Natasha shared with her girlfriend who settled onto the bed beside her with an eye roll, "Oh, I was well aware."

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When the expected ding of the elevator interrupted the undergoing movie night you smirked over at the witch who had left their outside daybed to collect the pizza, and with a soft kiss to your girlfriends parted lips, and with a careful transferring of a pillow in your place you joined Wanda on the porch swing.

"Every time," you remarked playfully, "Without fail," Wanda added while waving her pizza around for emphasis, "They're total chumps."

"But we love them anyways," you softly added, and Wanda snuggled into your side with a warm smile, "That we do," she whispered, then she hugged onto your arm tight, silently letting you know that she loved you too, and in turn you laid your head over hers on your shoulder as the both of you continued to watch the film.

"I'm sorry Emily; I had to wait 300 years for a virgin to light a candle."

"It was probably Steve..." Wanda nudged your side, and you cackled softly, "Knock it off."

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seresinsbabe · 9 months

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Hi Ash!! Congrats on the 1K!!! For the celebration, could I get a blurb with Jake with the angst prompt “Am I the reason you cry every night?” and the fluff prompt "i've loved you since the moment i first laid my eyes on you." (Jake says both of these), pretty please? Thanks!!!

Thank you thank you!!!! you've been one of my biggest supporters and I am truly so thankful for you!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni! nothing bad, just angst, tears and fluff

Ash's 1K Follower Celebration

This was the last thing he wanted. In fact he had never wanted this. Seeing tears well up in your eyes until they fell in fat drops down your cheeks had his heart in a vice grip.

He knew those tears were his fault. However he'd never thought that he'd hurt you this bad.

"I'm the reason you cry every night?"

Hearing the words repeated to you made you feel even worse. It was so stupid to be this upset over him. Jake had made you feel like you were on top of the world. Like you were the only girl that mattered and then he would shatter the façade. Just when you thought he'd finally give in to what you thought he'd been feeling. Or at least the feelings he'd been leading you on to believe he had it would all come crashing down. Jake would have some pretty girl, the opposite of everything you were, on his arm. And your heart would break a little bit more.

That wasn't what Jake thought he was doing.

In his mind you were too good for him. That you would never slum it with a cocky asshole like him. Even if he was pretty he didn't feel he deserved you.

All those girls were his way of trying to get over you. It never worked - because they weren't you.

Never had he thought that he was hurting you. You swallowed hard and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will away the tears and will up the courage to finally speak.

"I shouldn't I know I just-" you took a deep breath to keep yourself calm. "Jake you make me so happy. Make me feel so good like we could be something and then you go and pull the rug out from under me when you walk in with those women. Women that I could never compete with." You felt like you sounded so pathetic. Pouring your heart out to this man who thought of you as nothing more than a friend.

Jake's came out to cup your cheek, pushing ever so slightly to get you to look at him. "Beautiful, I never wanted those women. They were my attempt at getting over you." It sounded like he meant it, but your brain couldn't wrap around the idea that Jake wanted you in that way.

Confusion warped your features.

"What?"

He chuckled softly. "I've loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you."

Disbelief combined with the confusion. Jake Seresin loved you? Jake Seresin has always loved you. "Then why..."

He shrugged. "I didn't think I deserved you. You're too good for me."

You frowned. How could you be too good for him? It should be the other way around.

"But it's true and if you give me the chance I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never shed another tear." His other hand cupped your face, his eyes searching yours.

Softly your head nodded and Jake's mouth formed a saccharine smile before they melded with yours. He pulled away as soon as he felt something wet hit his cheek.

"No, no more tears." The pad of his callused thumb swept along your cheek, wiping away the liquid.

You gave him another peck and pulled away, wiping your own tears this time. "It's okay, they're happy tears."

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thewulf · 9 months

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Bit Sharky || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - Can I request where Jake takes you swimming with sharks, maybe reader has always been afraid of sharks but he helps you conquer your fear 🦈

A/N: Got carried away with this one! Really enjoyed writing this pure fluff, enjoy!! :) Reader and Jake are not in a relationship in the beginning. Thank you for the request @emma8895eb

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 4.5k +

It was a gorgeous sunny day in southern California. The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, the ocean was full of elated people. You on the other hand were an absolute nervous wreck as you looked at the ocean pool secluded to the side full of sharks. Peering over the side your heart began beating far too fast when you saw the swimming sharks just below you. How did Jake convince you to do this? How did he convince you to do anything? Your big fat, obvious, crush on the guy might’ve had something to do with it.

It was supposed to be a group of pilots going but suspiciously, one by one, everybody started to bail. Bradley had an emergency he needed to attend to. Nat’s mom surprised her with concert tickets. Bob’s brother was supposed to be coming into town. You had a feeling Nat had them bail so it was just you and Jake. She’d been trying to get the two of you together for the last month but kept missing the mark.

You didn’t want to commit to somebody who didn’t want to make a commitment back to you. He didn’t think you had any feelings for him. The classic case of two really good friends being dumb as hell. Nat was trying, she really was. This was her boldest move yet though. Just you and Jake, swimming with sharks. The one thing you thought you’d never, ever, do in life. They scared the absolute Jesus right out of you.

You were so focused on the sharks below you; you hadn’t heard the human behind you. Standing there with a big shitty grin knowing he was going to mess with you. He had to. It was too easy.

He tapped your back lightly knowing the slightest touch would throw you off balance with how far you were leaning over to look, “Don’t fall in now.” He snickered letting you lose your balance before grabbing you. He liked to tease not be completely mean.

You on the other hand froze. It felt like time stood still as you tried to find your footing where there was none. Why were you leaning over the pool so aggressively anyway? You weren’t athletic enough to figure this one out, so you’d simply accepted your fate of falling into the shark infested waters. It was all a blur up until you felt yourself being pulled back to a steady surface.

Then you felt his arm wrap around your waist bringing you to him. Talk about overwhelming. One second you thought you might be shark food and the next you were in Jake’s chest. Damn. If you weren’t so spooked

“Jake you fucking asshole!” You jumped back pushing yourself away from him. For a moment there you felt like a goner. Like maybe you’d really get eaten by fucking sharks today. You placed a hand over your heart trying to get it to calm the hell down.

He must’ve seen the fear in your eyes because the normal teasing that’d usually come next with him never did come. Instead, he walked over to you with an almost concerned gaze littering his normally cocky features, “Hey,” He grabbed your hand trying to get your attention, “You okay? I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

With your hand still over your heart you nodded, “Yeah. Sorry.” You looked away quickly embarrassed for the overreaction. What could you say? You were scared shitless. Sharks terrified you. That was even almost too mortifying to admit to him too. This was a mistake. A big mistake. You kept looking down just feeling your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

Jakes waving hand in front of your face snapped you out of it, “Y/N, you there?”

Snapping your head up to him you bit you lip, “Sorry, yeah.”

He shook his head, “You don’t have to apologize.” He paused, looking at you with both concern and confusion, “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked again.

“Yeah. I just…” You stopped unsure of how to

He leaned forward urging you on, “You just?” His eyes looked straight at yours. You gulped knowing you weren’t getting away with this one.

Out with it then, “Sharks really scare me.”

You knew he wanted to smile. He really wanted to smile. But the nervousness that still crossed you made him stop. Instead, he reached for your hand grabbing it with gentleness. Slowly, he rubbed his thumb along your finger, “I’m surprised you agreed to come.” He let out the laugh now.

“You all but made me Jake! Threatened me and all.” You mumbled scrunching your nose up in fake irritation. You loved this. All of it. The attention, the touch, the closeness. You’d have to thank Nat for this later.

He finally let the laugh out that threatened to spill over so many times before, “Alright fine, but you could’ve said no.”

You shrugged, “It was supposed to be an entire group. It was going to be a lot easier to hide. I was planning on using Nat as a body shield” Your cheeks turned a little pink admitting it. He stepped a bit closer feeling the desire to be close to you. It was nothing new. Jake adored you. You never put up with his shit, always one upping him. You’re a challenge Jake had yet to figure out. He wasn’t sure if he ever was going to. You were a rarity. A gem. Diamond in the rough.

He smiled though, hearing you admit that. For somebody usually so sure of yourself come undone at the sight of sharks was oddly cute. It made you human. You weren’t completely fearless like you seemed to be. It gave him a touch more confidence with you. He needed it when it came to you. You had a way to make him question himself. Make him want to do better, be better. You pushed him further than anybody had before, and you weren’t even trying. What happened if you tried? Jake was half the man he thought he was when you were around. You brought the absolute best in him. The truest of him. He was his favorite person you were around. And thanks to his dumbass friends who surely did this on purpose he got to spend the afternoon with you. A new version of you.

Nat too nagged Jake about you. She was determined as determined could be. She tried everything in the book to get Jake to ask you out but failed time and time again. This was her last-ditch effort to get the two of you idiots to see what the hell she and everybody else saw day in and day out. That and she was exhausted. It was tiring to watch really.

Jake might as well give in right? If Nat went to all the trouble she was sure of it. That was the final push he needed to pursue you, “Would you believe me if I said I’m glad they bailed?” He quirked an eyebrow up knowing he’d catch you off guard with that one. Jake had known of you for years but had only known you for the last month. But he was sure, he was smitten with you. And within those four weeks he hadn’t once dared flirt with you. So, this, this was something you weren’t expecting. Not in the slightest.

He caught the slight catch of your breath in your throat as your eyes widened in surprise. Jake would be lying if he didn’t admit it made him a tad weak at the knees seeing you so vulnerable like that in front of him. Something changed in your gaze as you looked him over for what felt like the first time. He was so handsome. So, so devastatingly handsome. He was tanned, golden bronze that contrasted with yours so brilliantly. His unfathomable, emerald, green eyes contrasted with his complexion. His eyes were so deep and beyond expressive, you could get lost if you dared to stare long enough, you’d wanted to. His face had that faraway dreamy look in it, like he was just discovering you for the first time. His smile, which reached all the way up to those eyes and wrinkled them right on up, suddenly flaunted the modesty and humility he rarely showed. It was the first time you’d really seen the man. The moment you knew your fate was sealed. You’d loved him.

You nodded, “I believe you.” Blinking away the sudden lust that washed over you, you looked down at your hand that was laced within his.

He smiled seeing you shake away the lovestruck look you’d given him. Maybe Nat wasn’t joking around. Maybe you did have feelings. He just had to bring them out. Surely, he could do that.

“Good, now come on. Let’s go snorkeling with some very harmless sharks.” He tugged at your hand, but you stood your ground. Far too afraid to even set foot in that salt-water pool.

“I think I’m good actually.” You smiled sweetly at the man who wanted so desperately to spend more time with you.

You gulped as he shook his head, “No way darlin’.” That was the first time he’d ever called you anything other than by your name. You’d be a damn liar if you said your body didn’t react to that. A shiver ripped down your spine. That same blush from earlier coated your cheeks. If it wasn’t obvious you liked him before it was surely obvious now, “You don’t get to back out now. You made it all the way here. I’ll be with you the whole time.” He tried making you feel a bit better however he could.

“That doesn’t reassure me Jake.” You smiled brightly letting him know you were just playing. You’d trusted Jake with your life. He’d never put you in a situation beyond your control. He cared far too much to make you uncomfortable. He’d shown that time and time again.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He took a step forward wanting to be a little bit closer to you.

Your words failed you. Where in the hell was this side of Jake coming from? You’d never seen it from him before directed at you. You’d dreamed of it but now that it was smacking you right in the face it didn’t seem real.

“What?” Your mouth gaped open in disbelief. Why couldn’t you just play along with him? Why did you have to be so weak when it came to his advances?

He shrugged, “You heard me honey. Now, sharks?”

“Honey?” You were baffled. Was he doing it just to mess with you?

He grinned seeing the utter confusion on your face, “Sharks?” He countered your question with his own.

“What is going on?” You asked looking up at him earnestly begging for him to help ease your mind.

He shrugged again trying to play it off nonchalantly, “You ask a lot of questions.”

“You’re confusing the hell out of me Jake!” You didn’t raise your voice, but it was overly excited. You were overwhelmed. The sharks on top of this new incessant flirting he’d suddenly thrown at you was too much. You were able to fly jets all day but couldn’t handle this, the irony of life.

He knew just how to work you up, “You’re cute with that blush on your cheeks.”

“Oh my god.” You grumbled looking away. Another flush coated your cheeks at that comment from him.

He held his hands out once more stifling the laugh, “Sharks now, we can talk while we’re swimming.”

Begrudgingly you put your hand in his. He’d managed to embarrass you like twelve times in five minutes. This man was a menace to you. Knew how to get you worked up in all the right ways. He knew when to push your buttons and when to pull back. He had gotten to know you through and through. He’d explored different parts of your mind. Loving every single conversation, he got with you. Fell deeper and deeper for you each time he unlocked a new pathway, “Fine. But I’m using you as a shield.”

He grinned pulling you right along with him, “I was hoping you’d say that.” Giving your hand a squeeze for reassurance.

“Jake.” Your eyes look up to his. He laced his fingers in between yours as you walked over to the stand, “What are you doing?” You had to ask again knowing he wouldn’t budge, but you didn’t care. He was killing you.

He looked over at you with a cockier than ever grin on his face, “Talking to ya, what else would I be doing?” He feigned innocence.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, cheeks hurting from how bad you were smiling, “You’re so annoying Jake.”

He pulled your hand, so you ran into his side, “But you love it. Don’t you?” He questioned keeping your arm close to his side. Even as you neared the stand with the equipment he kept you close.

“My lips are sealed.” You smiled in utter glee. Things had gone from painfully awkward to oh so natural in a matter of moments. He pinched your side in response. He grabbed your snorkeling gear fitting you up before slipping off his shirt. You tried your best not to stare but damn. How could you not? The man was fine as hell. You’d rarely seen him shirtless much less this damn close. You’d been caught when you heard him clear his throat.

You looked up cheeks aflame, “Like what you see?” He quipped wiggling his eyebrows right at you.

“Shut up, Jake.” You managed to look away. You’d turned away so you hadn’t seen Jake’s eyes trained right on you as you slipped off your cover up. You’d never felt terribly comfortable in bathing suits and now here you were baring it all for him. When you turned back he was staring right at you. Had you been that obvious just moments prior?

“Like what you see?” You had to give it right back to him, had to. With what little confidence you had left.

He nodded, his gaze broken once you spoke, “Oh darlin’,” His eyes snapped up to yours with desire dancing straight through them, “I love what I see.”

Jesus Christ. Where did this version of Jake come from? He was driving you absolutely wild with the flirtier than ever comments. And how in the hell had he done it so damn smoothly?

“You know,” His voice broke you from your thoughts, “You’re awfully cute when you blush like that.” He winked taking a step into the pool offering his hand out to you. You hesitated seeing a few sharks swim close to his leg already.

“Come on, then we can talk.” He used his fingers to summon you towards him. wondered what would prevail, curiosity and closeness to Jake or your fear of sharks. For yours and his sake you hoped it’d be the first. When you took his hand he gently pulled your feet into the pool. Giving you enough space to back out if you needed to.

“Okay I made it.” You squeezed his hand with a lot more force than he was expecting. You were scared. Scared terribly and he needed to protect you. He had to thank Nat later, he’d been waiting on an opportunity like this.

“That you did.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze back trying to soothe some of your anxiety, “Do you trust me Y/N?” He asked you with nothing but a slight smile on his face. His concern for your comfort trumped the flintiness he so desperately wanted to throw at you.

You nodded quickly, “I do. But I swear if you toss me into the pool that will be the end of you.” Glaring at him he only shook his head laughing at your comment.

“No, no. I’m just going to hold you.” He corrected your anxieties stating that like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Your eyebrows shot straight to your forehead, “What?”

He loved watching you react to his words. Even he knew how jarring it must’ve been for you coming out of nowhere, but he had no plant to stop, “Just until you get used to the sharks is all.” He shrugged his shoulders taking a few more strides in. Your hand was stretching but he wasn’t pulling. He was guiding you but not forcing anything. He knew you needed the time. The worst thing he could do was force you to do something you didn’t want to. You needed a helping hand not one that hurt you.

“Is this just a ploy to get your hands on me?” You teased trying your best to not be the most awkward person in the world.

The cheeky little smile that crossed his lips sent you a message of his intentions, “Maybe darlin’. Maybe it is.”

You took a step shaking your head. Your eyes rose in fear seeing a few fish and some smaller sharks swimming right by him. He was waist deep in the water now gently pulling you along, “Hey, it’s okay. If you want to get out, we can.” He gave your hand a squeeze seeing the fear in your eyes.

“No,” You shook your head taking a hesitant step down, “I want to talk.” You were too damn stubborn to give up now. Not when Jake had all but promised to hold you close.

His tongue brushed over his teeth as he watched you take another step down, “Atta girl.” He winked knowing exactly what he was doing to you now. He knew exactly how his words made that cute little blush rise to your cheeks.

“Don’t do that.” You said quickly. Rosy red cheeks now seeming to permanently dawn your cheeks.

“Do what?” He played dumb once more driving you absolutely wild. How in the course of a few hours had he managed to completely flip the script on you?

Another step and you were finally level with him, “Say those things. If you don’t mean it.” You added quickly. Because you didn’t want him to stop. You really didn’t. But if he didn’t mean it you needed him to stop for your own sanity. You couldn’t take a flirty Jake with no intentions.

He wrapped his arms around you’re your abdomen pressing his chest to your back. Oh, so thankful for the water hiding the goosebumps that rushed down your body from the contact. He moved slowly to give you time to back out of the embrace. You didn’t though. You shamelessly wanted to feel his touch. As intimate as intimate could get. You were positive if he could feel your heart racing he could certainly feel it. Jake rested his hands on your hips, you didn’t know if your poor brain could comprehend much more. Not at the rate that he was dishing it out at you.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Who says I don’t mean it darlin’?”

Feeling like your chest might explode from how fast your heart was racing you took a long slow breath trying to regain your jumbled mess of a brain, “Are we going to talk about it?” You asked looking forward, not daring to turn your face towards the eyes that were burning a whole in the side on your head.

“Sure.” He said gently holding onto you as he waded out a bit deeper with you in his arms, just like he’d promised.

You closed your eyes knowing you needed to ask the question, but he beat you to the punch, “Nat may have told me some things.” He paused unsure of how much he wanted to admit. When you only waited on him to continue he knew he should just tell you the truth, “A few weeks ago. Didn’t really believe it until this this afternoon.”

You laughed knowing she was going to eat this up the second you got back to the shared apartment between the two of you. She’d been putting in hours trying to get this to happen and here you were. In his arms in a pool full of sharks you’d nearly forgotten about because of him. Who would’ve thought? Not you, not you in the slightest this morning.

Thankful your head was turned forward, “What changed your mind?” You were curious, so damn curious where this side of him was coming from.

“That cute blush.” He whispered again. The smile that grew from his face was purely a reaction to your own. He felt the shiver that you tried to hide, “Can I tell you something?”

You nodded desperate for him to talk. Your silly little brain needed him to speak as it wouldn’t allow you to, “Nat’s been talking to me about you for almost three weeks.”

Turning your head up to look at him you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, “She has?” This woman was certainly on a mission.

He hummed in acknowledgement, “The second week we were here she said I was giving you ‘the look’ and hasn’t stopped since then.”

“Were you?” You asked far too curiously.

He nodded his head while your head was turned up to him, “That was the day you shot be down back-to-back. I don’t think anybody has done that before.” He admitted. He might not have toted himself as a relationship kind of guy, but he was for the right person. He absolutely was for you. Everything he wanted and so much more he was desperate. Desperate for your love.

You giggled seeing a small blush actually cross his cheeks, “Aww, little old me?”

He gave your hip a gentle squeeze as he stepped forward further. You were now completely in his embrace, too short to touch the bottom so he took the opportunity to hold you completely, “Kicked my ass. Got my attention sweetheart. You’ve had it since that day. Only continue to surprise me day in and day out.”

Your speedy heart kicked it up a notch at his words, “You mean that?”

“I mean every single word.”

With the last drop of confidence, you had you turned around in his arm, so you were chest to chest. Taking him off his game he sucked in a breath curious to see what you were doing, “I told Nat I liked you that day.”

“You like me?” He asked so unsure of himself. The most unsure you’d ever seen him.

You bit your cheek knowing it was time to just let it all out, “I do.”

The smile that came to him was one you knew you’d always want to see. One of pure elation and complete joy, “You just made my day pretty lady.” He pulled you completely into him, chest to chest.

He could surely feel your heart racing, “Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” He was looking right at your lips. The sharks had long since been forgotten about. It was just you and him in your own little world in the middle of the salt-water pool, “I like you too. A whole lot.”

Your gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips and then back up again, “What are we going to do about that?” You asked.

“We’re going to kiss, if that’s alright with you.” His eyes were locked in on yours making sure you were completely okay with what he was about to do.

You nodded desperately up at him, “Yes, please. It’s more than alright.” Your voice sounded needy. You desired him more than anything in the world.

“Atta girl.” He pulled you up so your head was level with his. You snaked your legs around his waist not really giving a damn how desperate you seemed. He kept hitting you with these one liners that made you question your sanity.

With his hands free he placed one behind your head gingerly and one across your back. He too was desperate to touch, feel, smell, taste all of you. He knew exactly what he wanted and what he wanted was clinging right onto him in the same dire state he was in.

Gently he pulled you into him. He kissed you so lightly at first you weren’t sure why he was holding back. You ran your hands through his finely styled hair that you were sure to destroy. You pressed yourself further into this kiss waking him up.

An urgent groan escaped him as the once light touch turned far more aggressive. Jake kissed you with more passion and desperation than you’d ever felt before in your life. Your eyes shut as you let yourself feel all of the moment. He ran his tongue around your lips asking for permission which you immediately granted. You felt him pull you closer, impossibly close. His hand on your head snaking through your own hair.

If it wasn’t for the air you had to breathe you would’ve stayed like that all day. But you didn’t get a good enough breath before he leaned in. A small pout crossed his face once you pulled away gasping lightly for the air you tried so long to hold out on.

You shook your head once the slight dizziness from the lack of oxygen subsided, “Jake, that was…”

“Incredible?” He cocked his head to the side studying your face with a look that told you exactly what you wanted, he adored you.

“More than.” You giggled giving him a quick peck knowing that’d take him by surprise.

He ran his hands down your back loving the way your body reacted to his touch. Goosebumps erupted from the spots he touched, “It’s a good thing I plan on doing that again. Many times. Many, many more times.” He clarified.

Your own smile was beginning to hurt from how long you’d seem to have been holding it, “I like that plan. I like it a lot.”

With a look of love adorning his handsome face he brushed a thumb along your lip, “I’m glad we’re on the same page darlin’. Now, we’ve got plenty of time for that later. Want to go swimming?”

You squeezed your legs around his torso tightly letting him know exactly what you thought of that suggestion, “It’s… a bit sharky in here.”

He ran a gentle hand along your leg trying to calm your nerves, “It’s okay. They’re harmless. I’ll be with you the whole time.”

Your expression turned serious, “You’re lucky I like you. I wouldn’t do this for anybody else.” Reluctantly, you let your legs go from around his waist. Jake put your goggles on for you getting you ready to snorkel.

“I sure as hell am very lucky you like me beautiful.” He agreed with you as he put his own goggles on.

He knew all the right words to make you blush like a cherry red tomato, “You never stop, do you?”

He shook his head, “With you? Never my dear. I plan to never stop.”

With one last blush and grin you decided it was finally time to swim with the damn sharks. Jake took a second to admire you as you swam off. Admiring the way you conquered your fears so effortlessly. When you turned around to wave him on he knew he was all but done for. You had him wrapped right around your pinky finger.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 4 months

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You know how in the show Ross is always saying something mean about Monica when she was fat? Could you do a fic or hcs where Ross says something like that about the reader (who has an eating disorder) and Monica GOES OFF on him because that's her baby? Thanks xx

Aw, Monica to the rescue xo (also if you hate the title that's okay, I don't like it very much either)

A Joke Made In Poor Taste (Monica Geller x reader)

Warnings: mentions of eating disorders (food consumption/eating is also discussed a lot in this fic, so don't read if that makes you uncomfortable), Monica protects you (and Joey helps), Ross is an asshole (but what else is new), body shaming, insecurity, slight swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending (this includes an apology from Ross, but don't worry, he doesn't get let off easy)

You and your girlfriend Monica bonded over numerous things, but one of them was of a particularly sensitive subject- your eating disorders. It was no secret that she had suffered from one when she was younger, but yours wasn't as well known to the rest of the group.

She always treated it with respect and kindness, making sure she never said anything to make you uncomfortable, and whenever another member of the group made a joke she knew would hurt your feelings, she was quick to correct them on it.

By this point, your friends were well aware of your boundaries when it came to making jabs at your eating habits, and even though it hadn't been said out loud, it was an unspoken thing that if something was said about it, the person who made the "joke" had better be prepared to deal with the incurred wrath of Monica.

Because of this, they were all smart enough to keep their mouths closed whenever they noticed you were eating more or less than usual. Well, most of them, anyway.

Monica had been cooking up a storm, trying out new recipes for her restaurant, which she had taste tested by you and Joey. You and him were sitting at the kitchen table watching Monica cook, while Rachel and Chandler were on the couch, listening as Phoebe played one of her new songs for them.

"Oh, shoot!" Monica exclaimed as she was stirring a pot over the stove. "I'm all out of butter! Joey, do you have any at your place?"

"No, I ate it all," Joey admitted sheepishly.

"There should be some hidden in the back of the fridge, Mon, look there," Chandler called from the living room.

"You had more butter and you didn't tell me?!" Joey gasped. "How dare you!"

"Yes, how dare I hide the butter that I bought with my money so that you couldn't eat it," Chandler said sarcastically. "Besides, who eats just a stick of butter?"

"Chandler, we've been over this; we were out of snacks, and I was hungry!"

"Okay, you two, cut it out!" Monica interrupted before Chandler could respond. "I'm going next door to get some more butter, I'll be back in a few." She pressed a kiss against your forehead as she passed you, earning an 'aww' from Joey.

The door opened just as she was about to walk out, with Ross on the other side. "Hey," he said, a chorus of greetings responding as he came in. "Where are you going? I thought you had to cook," he said to Monica.

"I do, but I'm out of butter, so I'm heading next door to grab a couple more sticks. Watch the pot I have on the stove until I get back, will you?" She said, making it sound more like a command than a request. With that, she was gone.

"Wow," Ross commented as he looked around the kitchen. "That sure is a lot of food."

"I know, right? And Monica's letting us eat it all!" Joey exclaimed, excited he got the chance to eat as much as he wanted for once without having Monica fuss at him for emptying her fridge.

"We're not supposed to eat it all, Joey. We're just tasting it for her so she can get our honest feedback," you corrected him, adding a little more food to your plate.

"Whatever you want to call it, as long as I get to eat, I'm happy," Joey replied, his mouth full of food.

You laughed at his response while you took another bite, Ross watching you from across the kitchen with a disgusted look on his face. That look in particular could be found in numerous home videos with him and Monica when they were younger, and it often appeared on his face whenever she was shown eating (which was a lot, as food provided a great comfort to her back then and still to this very day).

"God, do you really have to eat so much? Who are you, Monica?" Ross scoffed, his 'joke' borderlining on cruel.

The conversation happening in the living room ceased. Looks of utter and complete shock could be seen all around the apartment. Joey even stopped eating, he was so surprised.

A lump formed in your throat as your eyes welled up with tears. Setting your fork down on your plate, you shakily pushed it away from you. "I- I don't think I'm hungry anymore."

"Hey man, that's not cool," Joey said sternly. "Now, you'd better apologize before Monica finds out."

"Before I find out what?"

You looked up through your teary eyelashes to see Monica had returned, butter in hand. "What am I finding out about?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Ross said quickly, knowing at this point he'd made a mistake. "We were just fooling around."

"No, you weren't!" Joey exclaimed. "You were making fat jokes and being mean!" He pointed his finger at him accusingly.

"What?" Monica asked, a look of silent rage suddenly forming on her face.

"It's nothing, Mon, don't worry about it," you said quietly, your eyes focused on your shoes. You were ashamed of yourself. You'd never been this humiliated before, especially not around your friends.

Her face softened as she noticed how distressed you seemed; you could see the cogs turning in her head as she put two and two together.

Her eyes flashed with fury as she directed her attention towards Ross. "What. Did. You. Do," she seethed, clenching her jaw as she glared at him.

"I, well, um- it's nothing really, it was just a joke that got wildly misinterpreted, that's all." He stumbled over his words as he tried to come up with some sort of explanation, failing miserably.

"Oh, really? And what kind of joke is that?" She asked, her voice laced with venom.

He awkwardly cleared his throat while trying to avoid her piercing gaze. "Ahem, the kind, where, uh- well, you know-"

"No, I don't, actually," she cut in, getting visible angrier by the second. "What, do mean the kind of joke I had to hear all the time as a kid? The kind of joke like, 'No, Monica, you can't seesaw with us, you might break it'? Is that the kind of joke you mean?"

You looked up at her when you heard her voice begin to waver, a sure sign that she was on the brink of tears.

"Oh, honey."

Getting out of your chair, you wrapped your arms around her, rubbing her arms soothingly. You could heard Phoebe let out a quiet 'aww' from the living room, much like Joey had earlier.

"I think you should leave, now," Monica demanded, clinging onto you like you were the only thing keeping her grounded.

"Mon, I'm- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said-"

"You're damn right, you shouldn't have said!" Joey loudly interjected. "Look at those two, you've hurt their feelings!" He gestured wildly to you and Monica standing in front of him. "Not to mention you've made the rest of us pretty uncomfortable."

Several noises of agreement could be heard from the three friends who were in the living room, which made Joey make a face towards Ross that clearly said, 'I told you so'. "See?"

Ross mournfully surveyed the scene before him; you were still holding Monica, Joey was now standing with his hands on his hips, and Rachel, Chandler, and Phoebe were all hanging over the back of the couch, curious as to what would happen next.

"Maybe I should just go. Monica, I'm sorry again about what I said. I'll try to do better next time."

He went in for a hug, but she dodged it easily. "Just leave."

He glanced around the apartment one last time before grabbing his coat and walking out. The tension that had filled the room mere moments ago disappeared as soon as he left.

"You okay, Mon?" You gently asked.

"Yeah, I think I'm alright," she nodded. "The question is, are you okay? I know how difficult comments like that can be for you to handle."

"Well, I'm definitely feeling better now that you're here." You gave her a tender kiss, her wrapping her arms around your shoulders while you did so.

Your friends each reacted just the way you thought they would, making comments on how cute you two were before Chandler told you to get a room.

"Oh, believe me, we will," Monica flirted, giving you a cheeky look as she spoke.

You buried your face into her shoulder to hide the flustered look on your face. God, was this woman going to be the death of you.

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Red Hood and the Outlaws #1 (2011)

It's been a while since I've read RHATO, so I figured I'd reread it - and if I'm doing that, why not make you all suffer with me? I will probably get tired of this before I finish all the various series, but let's see how far we get.

Roy, that would probably work better if your bow had a string.

The issue begins with Roy in a prison in Qurac for trying to overthrow a dictator. He's rescued by Jason, in disguise as a pastor in a fat suit (sigh). There's so much wrong with these opening pages: the fat suit, the writing off an entire Middle Eastern nation as evil and corrupt, the fact that there's no way even a collapsed bow would fit inside a hollowed-out bible, the lazy way the panel layouts waste space...and yet. And yet.

These pages. THESE FUCKING PAGES. "His name is Roy Harper. He's an idiot. Nice guy, but an idiot." "His name is Jason Todd. A lot of people say he's crazy...Let's just say the Red Hood is my kind of crazy!"

This kind of parallel narration always makes me think of the 2003 Superman/Batman comic, which used it extensively, to extremely (and likely unintentionally?) homoerotic effect. After I read this issue, I told a friend that I got it now: Red Hood and the Outlaws was Superman/Batman for edgelords.

Which is to say, I'm pretty sure I started shipping these assholes just from these first terrible pages.

(But seriously, there are three pages up there and only five panels. Five panels! Plus some pointless maroon boxes that don't do anything! I want my money back.)

This panel is super misleading, because it implies that Roy and Jason know each other well enough for Jason to tease Roy about being a chatterbox, but later issues will show that barely know each other at this point. But then, trying to keep the backstories straight in this or any Lobdell book is like watching sand run out between your fingers.

And again here, it implies that they were already friends, a team, partners...something. But later we'll learn that they only met once, and it was years ago, when they were kids, so...what gives?

(This page is actually interesting, because Jason is constantly saying playfully mean things to Roy and Roy never seems to mind, but here he clearly hurts Roy, and he knows it.)

Siiiiigh.

To add insult to injury, Jason immediately announces that he's fucked Kori. You'll notice I aggressively ignore this in every fic I've ever written. Part of that is because I love Secret Virgin Jason, but also it just doesn't mesh with his and Kori's relationship throughout the rest of the series or his hilarious lack of game in general, and it's also so inextricably part of Amnesiac Sex Doll Kori that I just want nothing to do with it.

HATE. HAAAAAATE. The devious smile on Jason's face in the bottom row and Roy's calculating expression are so deeply disgusting to me. "This woman can't meaningly consent! She's like a cave fish with a vagina! Sweet!" Scott Lobdell is a vile human being and so is everyone who signed off on this piece of shit. (Fun fact: this was a HUGE controversy when the New 52 launched and the outcry was so loud they walked it back in a later issue when Kori tells Roy she...just lied about all of that for no reason? Okay.)

Also, "ask her about the gang you used to hang with." Uh...what gang is that, Jason? Because Donna didn't exist at this point, Wally was 12, Garth was a literal baby, Vic joined the League immediately upon getting his powers, and Gar was a child being tortured in a lab somewhere. So was it just Roy, Dick, and Raven? And they certainly weren't the Titans, because Tim's team was the founders in this continuity...which Lobdell should have known, since he was also writing that book.

The person asking to speak to Jason is Essence, his ex, who tells him something cryptic about murder victims with missing organs.

YOU DON'T KNOW MOST OF THOSE PEOPLE EITHER, ROY!!! "Remember Garth? The baby?" (Literally, he is a baby who shows up for one panel. In Atlantis.) And who the fuck is Dustin?

Anyway, Kori propositions Roy and he's like "Sure, why not." Did the target audience actually think this was hot? It's so depressing.

Essence tells Jason that something called the Untitled has attacked something called the All Caste, and Jason makes a surprised Pikachu face.

Elsewhere, a guy in a basement looks at a picture of Kori online.

I will admit to liking two things about this page: the fact that Jason's helmet is in the nightstand implies that Roy and Kori fucked in Jason's bed, which is either hilariously rude or an invitation that sailed right over Jason's head, and the red hand print on Roy's chest. It's the first glimpse of a recognizable Roy in this book; he did always like getting manhandled by scarily powerful women, pre-Flashpoint.

Jason goes...somewhere, to a temple of sorts with a lot of vague cultural appropriation going on, and kneels over the corpse of an old lady. "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you, Ducra," he says, before a bunch of people attack him. END OF ISSUE!

And that's Red Hood and the Outlaws #1! It's confusing, misogynistic, lazily drawn, and not very funny, and there's no reason to be invested in whatever the fuck happened at the end because I know nothing about Ducra, Essence, the All Caste, or frankly, this version of Jason. And yet I am absolutely going to read nine more years' worth of this shit. See you in issue #2!

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coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic · 1 year

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Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader

He is aged up, this is taking place in college

CW: Degradation, public place, swearing

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Tutoring Session

Okay so you weren’t a ‘hero’ or in a hero’s course but that didn’t mean you didn’t want a good education, you and your family worked so hard to get you here and to be perfectly honest you didn’t expect it to be this difficult to get through. You knew you were smart but everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, this class was a weakness.

You bunkered down and got to class early, took detailed note and tried to do extra credit but you were just not getting the grade to where you wanted, no NEEDED it to be. You didn’t want to graduate with a fat “D-“ in there. You wanted at least a “B” to even feel like it was worth getting into this school.

Your brain was fried and due to you not being the most social person, making friends wasn’t really high on the to do list so you had nobody to help you from your class. So you went to the Professor and asked what you should do.

She looked at you with concern and sighed a bit, “Y/N I see your effort, and I really love your dedication! But you can only do so much on your own if you’re this stuck, I would recommend a tutor, there’s plenty in this school, I can assign you one personally.”

Your pride took a metaphorical stabbing but you figured if that was the best option, you might as well go for it, it helped that she said she would hand pick the tutor herself so that gained a bit more confidence from you.

A day or so passed and you get a direct message from your professor with the schedule for your new tutoring lessons and honestly you were kinda excited but mainly nervous as hell. You thanked her once again and prepared yourself for the upcoming lessons.

You didn’t dress super nice or anything, some sweats and a sweater over a tank top and throwing your hair into something out of the way. Who were you trying to impress, also this is college, everyone wears stuff like this, right?

You walk into the empty little room, early as usual you thought to yourself, stroking your own pride until a voice spooked you back to reality. “Good at least you’re not late.” A lower gravelly tone filled the room. Did he speak louder than intended? You jump slightly and dart your gaze towards the voice, seeing a spiky blonde haired man with piercing red eyes. He was wearing something nice, a dress shirt and blazer combo, he looked professional. Now you’re regretting your own outfit choice. You notice him doing a quick scan up and down and looking…unimpressed.

“Hi! My name is Y/-“

“Don’t care. Sit down we have work to do.” He says sharply, you sigh and do so. Your professor chose THIS asshat? Are you being punished?

The lesson begun and he was anything but pleasant, he was crude he was rude and he insulted you, to your face! Saying things like;

“How dumb do you have to be to not understand this?”

“How did you even get into this place?”

“Dumbass”

And other things of the liking. Once the session was over he stood up and began to walk out. “Oh, I’m supposed to tell you, the names Katsumi Bakugo. See ya.”

With that he made his exit before you could reply, he really didn’t give a rats ass about your name. You questioned if you really want this grade, you do.. fuck.

This went on a couple more times, humiliating sessions and still not knowing your name, being referred to as “girl” or more commonly “stupid” and “dumbass”. You finally muster the courage to go back to your professor to ask some questions, she smiles and greets you.

“Y/N! How’s the tutoring?” She asked and you huff in frustration, causing her to furrow her brows in confusion.

“How’s it going? HOWS IT GOING?!” Your emotions were getting the better of you. “He’s an asshole! He does nothing but degrade me and call me names, he doesn’t even know mine!” You huff once again, thank God the room was empty at this point. The professor sighs and puts her hand to her face “I know Bakugo can be… difficult..”

“Oh Difficult is putting it nicely ma’am..” you almost spat out

“But he is one of the best tutors we have. He’s a straight A student with an amazing academic history. He’s the best for what you’re going for. He just needs to know you’re not some pushover and this matters to you.” You weren’t sure how to take that, yes you didn’t LIKE confrontation but you could do it sometimes.

You sigh and apologize for your outburst, saying you’ll try a little longer before thinking of switching. So, you did, you decided enough was enough and if he was going to be disrespectful to you, you can match his energy until there was a compromise, or something like that.

Next session you were actually there before him, studying independently before he arrived. You hear the door open and don’t look up from your page. He comes over and sits across from you. “You’re actually early this time,” he stated as he sat the books down, you don’t reply.

“Do you even remember anything from last time, or are you still dense?” You still don’t respond. He lets out an annoyed scoff “Hey! I’m talking to you, stupid!” You finally look up as if you just heard him come in, still not saying anything. “What? The silent treatment? What is that supposed to do? You think I care or something?” Silence. “Fuckin hell what is your problem?!” His irritation growing the longer you just stare at him. As he was about to say something else you cut him off.

“What’s my name?” The first words you finally speak to this man, he looked confused, as if he doesn’t understand why you’re asking.

He scoffs, assuming you think you got the upper hand. “Y/N L/N.” He says confidently. You were actually a little surprised he knew but your face didn’t falter.

“Use it then.” You demanded calmly and his eyebrow raised. “What’s got you on a power trip today huh?” He leaned onto the table with a side smirk, he does love a fighter. “How am I supposed to give you respect when you don’t even address me properly, it’s unprofessional.”

He laughs once loudly “OH so sorry didn’t know I was in the presence of a professional, I thought I was tutoring some dumbass who can’t study for themselves.” You grit your teeth and stand up, looking down at him. “Listen here, I’m only here because this is important to me, I can study just fine on my fucking own thank you but I just need a little assistance. So if you actually sit down and teach me the damn material I’ll be out of your spikey blonde hair in no time. So stop fucking me over and help like you’re supposed to.” Where THAT came from you have no idea, maybe you were on a power trip.

Bakugo stood up, now looking down at you and got into your face, calmly. “I’m not Fuckin’ you sweet cheeks. Trust me you’d know.” He grinned “Now that you had your tantrum. Let’s get this session started. Okay Y/N?” Finally he used your name, wait a second.. what did he say. Once you processed the beginning of that statement your cheeks grew warm and a red shade melted down your face and onto your ears.

Admittedly this session went a lot smoother and you felt like you actually could retain some more information though his hurtful comments remained and he still called you names, you felt that the progress was still worth it, if this kept up you believed you could actually reach your goal without working yourself to death.

The next week or so passed and there was a test, you did as best as you could and crossed your fingers for the results, you were so nervous because this was first test, even though small, since you began the tutoring sessions. Nervous and frankly alone you texted Bakugo, (you had his number in case you needed to cancel or reschedule a session) asking if you could have him tell you the result of it next time you meet. He just replied with a ‘sure I guess’ and that was it.

You entered the all too familiar room at this point and saw Bakugo sitting in his usual spot. You rush over with your phone in hand, giving it to him when you sit, it was unlocked and all he had to do was tap the email with the results posted. He did so with a his slightly annoyed face he always seemed to have and looked up at you. “What’s your usual grading on stuff like this.” You sigh and admit “on a good day a C+..typically it’s more like a D or D+” he chuckled a bit and turned the phone screen towards you “then you made good progress.”

Showing you a fat B marked on the results. You gasped and smiled wide, due to your excitement you without thinking flung yourself to Bakugo and gave him a right hug, he was obviously shocked from the sudden physical contact.

He didn’t push you away though, he knew you were happy and didn’t wanna be a total dickhead. He just patted your head and pulled away after a bit “yeah yeah you did alright. Enough of that.” You separated quickly and blushed knowing what you just did. “I’m sorry-“ you looked up at him and you swore you saw a dust of pink on his cheeks. Nah you gotta be seeing things. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at you. “You’ll need to keep it up if you want it to affect your overall grade at the end of the year. So don’t slack off now.”

You shook your head and smiled wide “with you I know I’ll get there!” That’s what she said, and that’s what Bakugo’s brain said. He chuckled a bit “dumbass that sounds wrong, you flirtin with me? Bold.” He teased. Your face became beet red and you stammered to try and correct what you meant and he just put his hand on your head, “I know what you fuckin meant.” He grinned. This was the friendliest you’ve seen Bakugo. Was he…proud…?

This was your relationship now, friendly. Still with the insults but at this point you grew to like them. They were a motivation almost.

You were in class, early as usual watching people flood in, seeing who was obviously hungover from the night before and the typical other faces. Though when the professor was supposed to get there, Bakugo walked in. Confused you stare at the man. Gasps can be heard throughout the classroom, girls getting excited and whispering to one another, guys getting hyped a little themselves.

“Oi settle the hell down. Professor Hime is out taking care of her sick daughter so she asked me to substitute for a couple days. You all seem to know who I am, good. You should, I’m amazing.” He smirked and soft laughter was echoing through the room. “But to be formal, like she asked I’ll introduce myself. My name is Katsumi Bakugo, or as you might also know as Dynamite.” It clicked. THAT WAS DYNAMITE?! You were tutoring with thee Dynamite. How could you not have connected the dots, you really are a dumbass. It didn’t help that you were a fan of Dynamite, now how’re you supposed to act around him?!

Class was distracting nonetheless. There were several times where you two specifically made eye contact and he would do silent gestures towards you, teasing subtly. Doing things like ‘write this down’ motions and mouthing ‘dumbass’ when you looked at the board confused.

After class was over you were planning to walk over to him but the flood of classmates surrounded him before you had the chance. So you decided to just wave when you caught him looking at you for a sec and leave the room to go to your tutoring room, even if you didn’t have a session booked you started studying there because it was hardly used. Soon enough the man himself walked in, “did you get all that dumbass?” He asked cockily. “Why yes I did Professor Bakugo.” He teased and he shook his head “kinda like the sound of that.” He admitted. Now when you looked up at him you saw the hero you had fanned over and honestly used to fantasize about. Your cheeks flush red and you hide the fact of that by going towards the window. “Oh man. It’s so nice out today!” Trying desperately to hide the fact you couldn’t look at him the same.

Bakugo came over and flicked your ear. “Yo what’s got you so fuckin bashful?” He asked confused. “You’re not gettin sick too are ya?” He asked with a hint of annoyance. You look at him, showing your red face and sighed “You’re never gonna let me live this down but, I had no idea you were Dynamite…” you closed your eyes, prepared to hear nothing but jokes and insults. But you didn’t hear anything but you felt a presence close to you. When you opened your eye, he was right there. In front of you, hands on either side of you, boxing you against the window. Your blush growing. “What? Does that change something for you?” He asked with an eyebrow raised.

It was surprising you became a stammering mess, “I- I I uh.. n-no! It’s just-“ he tilted his head slightly, if he came any closer you’d think he was trying to kiss you. “Just what, Y/n?” Oh god not him using your name.. “Bakugo please- s-some space…” nope he wasn’t moving. “I- I just Uhm… Yaknow… had a crush on Dynamite awhile ago- s-so it’s a l-little awkward n-now..” you could not make eye contact with him until he grabbed your chin and made you look. “Had?” He asked. What was he getting at? Does he want you to admit you still have a crush on him? How could you admit to THAT.

“Y-yeah..? H-Had.” A cocky smirk crawled onto his lips. “You’re lying. I can always tell when you’re lyin..” that he did, he always knew when you lied about understanding something in the material and this was no different. “O-okay. Yeah I have a c-crush on Dynamite.” You gave in, how can you fight him in this proximity? “On me. You have a crush on me.” His grin only grew, God he was an ass.

“W-what are you trying to do Bakugo?!” You blurt out, ripping your face away and covering it with your hands. Anything to hide from him right now. Bakugo chuckled and patted your head. “What? A guy can’t be hopeful to have a fan?” You peek out from behind your hands and scoffed ��you have tons of fans? What do you mean?” He shook his head and finally gave you space. “Ahh you dense little thing. They’re not you.” He walked towards the door. “You say some dumb shit sometimes Yaknow?”

You went back to your dorm, confused to hell. They weren’t you?? Does that mean, no it can’t mean he has special feelings for you, he couldn’t. Could he? You went to every introverts friend, the Internet. You searched how to know if someone had a crush on you, yes you’ve had one partner beforehand but that doesn’t mean you knew they liked you. You weren’t finding what you needed to know but you did find an article of ‘ways to subtly flirt your way into his heart’ cheesy, it’s gotta be good.

- wear cute clothes. Something flirty and a little revealing.

Already a no go, you only wore comfy clothes 99% of the time.

- touch him when you talk

Oh god, you hugged him once. That was it. Okay.

So on and so forth. You decided to try it a little and see if there was a reaction next session, that would mean something right? Right. You rummaged through your closet to find anything even semi flirty. You found a lower cut crop top that you bought awhile ago to get out of your comfort zone but never actually did that, the tag was still on it. Then pairing that with some ripped high waisted jeans. That’s cute right? Sure. You got a little dolled up, concealer, a little blush and lipgloss, mascara to really bring it together. Was this too much? Too late now you were committing. You throw on your trusty hoodie to at least not show it off to everyone.

You made your way to the room found him sitting there as per usual. He was in casual clothes for once. The blazer made an exit awhile ago but he continued the dress shirt until now. But now he was just in a black tee shirt and jeans, it was a nice change of pace for you to see but also you kind of missed the button up. You unzip your hoodie and toss it on the back of your chair, immediately feeling his eyes on you.

You look over at him and grin, placing your notebook on the table. He didn’t seem to take his eyes off you, scanning up and down a few times. This was different than the first time he had done it, it wasn’t judgmental it almost seemed like he was admiring. “So, what are we workin-“

“Whatcha trying to do to me hm?” He asked calmly. You look up at him confused “w-what do you mean?” You grew nervous. “Coming in here, all dolled up. Think I wouldn’t notice or something? Think I’m stupid?” Uh oh was he insulted?? You weren’t trying to do that “I just- put more effort in today- I’m sorry I offended?” You defended yourself. Bakugo stood up and leaned over the table, getting close to you once again. “Did you get dolled up for me? You trying to do something?” You, who always thought before speaking, blurted out something you never would’ve thought of. “I-is it working?” Bakugo smirked and grabbed your chin, pulling you closer. “Yeah, yeah it is sweetheart.” You felt your knees go weak as he closed the little distance between you into a kiss. You were shocked but you melted into the kiss, returning it back.

Once he parted ways you looked at him with heavy lids “w-wow..” you breathed out, he stayed close for a moment before standing up, walking to the door, you spoke up thinking he was leaving.

He locked the door.

“What’re you doing…?” You ask timidly as he looked over at you “if it’s alright with you, I’m not done.” He gave you a look filled with hunger and a hint of something else. Lust..? It sent a chill down your spine straight to your core. Your body temp rising slowly but surely. You got your answer.

Bakugo returned to you, “I asked you a question.” Right he did, he asked if it was alright.. how do you respond..? You, with your red face, grab his shirt and pull him in. It’s time to fulfill a fantasy. You reach up and drape your arms around his neck kissing him once again, he returns it without hesitation, gripping your hips and pulling your body closer when you thought you couldn’t get closer. It wasn’t long until the kiss deepened. His tongue inserting itself into your mouth, you were all too willing and inviting. A low growl came from this man which caused your knees to buckle, he didn’t miss a step. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you up, carrying you the table you typically study at. He pushed your books off the table in one smooth swing of his arm, his hands making their way up your back shortly after.

Your breathing is getting heavy as you didn’t know how far he was going to take this. You got an idea when he unclasped your bra effortlessly. You pull back in surprise, he looked at you almost apologetically. “We don’t have to do anything crazy. I was getting a little excited is all.” He was being honest, his face blushing as hard as yours.

You didn’t care anymore. You wanted him. This craving was driving you crazy at this point. “Let’s get a little crazy.” You pulled your shirt over your head, along with your bra, throwing it across the room. “Fuck..” he breathed out, taking in your body, your curves, your shape, you. He took one breast into his palm, it was hot and firm, this make you gasp out in both pleasure and slight discomfort but you didn’t care. You wanted him to touch you. You whimpered when he squeezed which pushed him over the edge. He pushed you down onto the table, keeping your hips right at the edge. Kissing and nipping at your skin and collarbone, leaving small marks down your torso. The heat in your core growing hotter and hotter. He got to your jeans and swiftly took them off, you tried covering your precious spot out of embarrassment but he just grabbed your wrist, keeping them out of the way as he kissed you through the cloth barrier keeping him away from what he wanted.

You let out a soft moan feeling the heat of his lips so close to you, soaking through your panties already. He chuckled lowly “you’re already so wet for me and I haven’t even done anything. You’re a little bit of a slut aren’t you?” This didn’t help anything, you about whined on how long he was taking. He ripped off your panties and spread your legs, spreading your lips apart to see the meal he was about to devour. “What a dirty little bitch. Tell me what you want.” He loved watching you squirm under the mere touch of his fingers. “Y-you. Anything you want..” he wasn’t expecting that exact answer but he felt his member throb through his jeans, he growled again and began to just eat you alive. It was quick, it was deep, he knew what he was doing. You moaned and not down on your finger, these walls weren’t thick enough to hide the fact that if someone listened they could figure out what was going on.

He was doing everything right, keeping the pace and you felt your core tighten, it was building and building quick. “F-Fuck-“ you breathed out. He stopped right when things were getting good and started to unbuckle his belt. You bit your lip watching him, his face was nothing but hunger. His chin dripping the remnants of his meal, “you gotta keep that pretty little mouth shut for me okay? Think you can do that?” He smirked as he wiped his mouth as he got his hard cock out. You nodded and your jaw dropped a little seeing it, it was bigger than you imagined and you weren’t expecting him to be that hard. “Tell me what you want again?” He said as he teased your entrance. “I-.. I want you to fuck me.” You whined out again. He slid in without any resistance, you were about moan until he covered your mouth his with hand “I said to say fuckin quiet.” He groaned out. He pumped into out hard and quick, he was gritting his teeth on how good you felt. You suppressing your moans and sounds as much as you could, a whine and whimper along with muffled curses of pleasure being the only thing you allowed escape. “You’re doing so fuckin good sweetheart. Just like that, look at me with those pretty eyes.” You didn’t know you had a praise kink until now.

Your walls being stroked so perfectly and rhythmically you felt that familiar knot starting to grow tighter as you were building to your climax once again. His pace got more aggressive, he was building too. “Holy Fuck you feel good..” his grunts accompanying your muffled sounds, his hand left your mouth and gripped your hips to pull you closer and lift your hips, reading an angle you didn’t think was possible but it was slamming into your spot to send you over the edge. “FUCK!” You couldn’t help yourself but shout out as you climaxed, it was so intense and unexpected.

He didn’t even stop you that time he just kept pumping “I’m close-“ he muttered as he slowed down but thrusted harder into you. Cumming inside unintentionally. He panted and pulled out, watching his semen leak out from you, a sight he liked a little too much. The room filled with you both catching your breath, you say up and laughed a little. “What a tutoring session.”

#katsuki bakugou x reader mdni #bakugou smut x reader #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #bnha x reader #smut #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x y/n #x y/n smut #mha #bnha

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Oooooo can we get a masc verison of the "what kind of girls do the nrc students like?" question? 👀👀👀

What Guy They Like

Summary: Masc! reader. What kind of guy they say they want versus the one they end up with

CW: Masc! Reader, some of the boys are assholes with their answers, it's explained away in the who they end up with section, so take it with a grain of salt, also these are just my opinions. If you don't agree that's ok! Also, if you read the Fem version some of this is different but some of it is the same. Sorry if you were hoping your fave would have a different opinion.

A/n: putting the tag list in here as well in case some of you are masc. If you're Fem or gn! My bad guys! I've done the guys and gals, should I do the gn! Version for our nonbinary/questioning/gender neutral pals? Let me know!

Female Reader Version gn! Version

Heartslaybul

Ace Trappola

What he says

"Six pack, muscles for days, a nice pair of man titties for me to bury my face in, and an ass you can't resist the urge to smack. Kidding! Why are you giving me that look? Sevens, fine! Okay he's kind and has an ass that- hey don't throw stuff at me!"

Who he ends up with

Ace is going to be naturally attracted to a guy that holds him accountable. His biggest complaint about the men in NRC is when they don't shape up, or act like big kids. He wants someone he can have fun with, but who will also give him the cold hard facts. But he also takes care of him when he's down. He's hiding a lot of insecurity under his cool guy exterior, so if he lets him snuggle, and lets him whine, and then whispers how much he loves him, he'll be a happy man. And if he knows nothing about basketball…. he'll feel super cool showing off on the court.

Deuce Spade

What he says

"Huh, I've never really thought about it. Um, I guess he's nice and funny, and isn't scared of my past. I'd also want him to be a little like you, Y/N….not that I like you! Well, I like you, not like like you, shit I'm sorry! This isn't sounding any better…"

Who he ends up with

He really means it when he says he wants someone like you. You're one of his first friends, and, in his mind, the person you date/marry should be your best friend. But if it's not you he ends up with, he will probably be attracted to a guy who's book smart, but less street smart. A little "dumb" like him, in a cute kind of way. He likes a cuddler, and maybe a guy who is shorter than him so that he can feel like he's swallowing him whole when he wraps his arms around him. Also, someone who encourages him and helps him with his homework/paperwork.

Riddle Rosehearts

What he says

"I don't have time for a relationship right now….but I think I want someone well behaved who follows the rules- what are you smirking at? Just because you're a rule breaker doesn't mean every guy is. And maybe someone like Trey, minus his sadistic rule breaker side-stop smirking at me!"

Who he ends up with

As much as he hates to admit it…he's attracted to rule breakers. Not as bad as Ace obviously, he's not trying to go gray early. But if he says something like "let's have a non herbal tea" when it's time for only herbal tea…damn what a rush. By the time he gets serious with someone, he'll be confident enough in himself to cut ties with his mother, so he has to be strong willed, and willing to live off of a low budget for a while. He'll need someone understanding, who knows he'll have relapses and be too much and too angry sometimes, and he has to be understanding of that, and encouraging of improvement, or he'll live with guilt for the rest of his life.

Trey Clover

What he says

Who he ends up with

Trey isn't that picky. He really means it when he says he wants someone to get old and fat with. That's his dream. Running a bakery with his husband by his side, and growing old together as your own kids grow up and bring home their own spouses. But he also wants a guy he can blindside with his sadistic side. Someone who'll enjoy that side of him, but also someone who easily forgets it's there. It makes things more fun for him.

Cater Diamond

What he says

"Ha ha someone trendy and totes hot. Someone totally cammable. Aw, are you jealous? Don't worry, you'll always be my fave mans, even if you're not the man I love."

Who he ends up with

Cater wants someone who won't disappear when he looks away. Yes, if he's "cammable" that's the first thing he's looking for, but when all is said and done, if he seems like he's going to be flaky, he won't take it too seriously either, as a defense mechanism. He needs a guy with mental endurance, because he's going to spend the beginning of the relationship trying to scare him off. Not that he wants to, he just needs to know he won't be left alone like he usually is. He is going to be attracted to a guy who humors his trends and magicam addiction, but who also sees through him. Someone balanced. He sees the real Cay Cay, but he's also willing to be his "trophy man" online.

Savannaclaw

Jack Howl

What he says

"Oh, I uh, well someone who can keep up on a run with me I guess…"

Who he ends up with

Jack says he wants someone who can work out with him. And he would really be happy if he had a guy who was as active as him…but he'd also be happy with a soft guy. He gets blushy thinking about holding someone soft and plush against his firm muscles. But he's flexible. In the end he won't choose his future husband based on appearances. Wolf beastmen mate for life, so the main thing he is looking for is loyalty. Loyalty, and someone who would want to raise lots of kids with him. As long as you have those two traits, nothing else really matters to him.

Ruggie Bucchi

What he says

"Boyfriends are expensive, shihihi. Tell you what, you find me a man with sticky fingers, and we'll eat the rich together."

Who he ends up with

This is a deflection. Ruggie desperately wants a man he can provide for. He wants to go to work, and come home to his handsome husband, who will praise him for his efforts and hand feed him donuts. That's his dream. A sweet loving househusband. But he understands that may not necessarily be attainable, so he'll accept the sweet and loving part, even if his future man has to work for a while. He also is looking for someone to snuggle the night away with. He gets lonely at night.

Leona Kingscholar

What he says

"Body pillow"

"That's not-"

"Body pillow"

Who he ends up with

He's going to be attracted to a soft guy who let's him take charge. He's a fucking lion, Y/N. King of the fucking jungle. He's the boss! But if this soft guy makes him feel loved, and first, in the softest of ways…you'll never hear him complain. He'll never complain if his husband feels the urge to run his fingers through his hair, and softly tell him everything he loves about him. A soft, romantic man. It's everything he could ever dream of…

Also, he has to accept that nighttime is when he's a body pillow. That's an absolute must.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

What he says

"Why do you wish to know? Are you attempting to reach my standards? Ha ha, let's see. A man who is mysterious, who is willing to dress stunningly, and sit in my lap when I make deals, so that competitors can see what a high value man I am."

Who he ends up with

Jade Leech

What he says

"Fu fu who's to say? Perhaps you are the man of my dreams. Or not."

Who he ends up with

He's a man who can see through him. He's someone who never compares him or confuses him for his twin. He's smart. Very smart. He eats his mushrooms and goes on hikes with him. He is patient with Floyd. What Jade is looking for….is Jade. Someone like that is the only one who can truly keep up with him.

Floyd Leech

What he says

"Aw Shrimpy! Are you worried? Don't worry, whoever he is, I'll still squeeze ya!"

Who he ends up with

He's looking for someone fun. That's his only criteria. At least that's what he says. He can't be sure if he loves him because he's fun, or if he's fun because he loves him. In that sense, it's sort of a soulmate situation for Floyd. Whatever will be will be. He'll just know.

…

Also he has to be squeezable.

Scarabia

Kalim al Asim

What he says

"I love everybody!"

"But-"

"Have some of this ice cream, it's amazing!"

Who he ends up with

He wants someone he can spoil, but he doesn't know that. It's something in his subconscious. He doesn't want things back either. So he has to be someone who is okay with being spoiled, and doesn't feel guilty about it. He's going to be attracted to someone who loves life like him, but also helps to keep him grounded. And if he has a spark of danger in him, oh man, he'll be simping so hard.

Jamil Viper

What he says

"I'm not going to even think about it until my freedom is assured. Kalim has promised, but it would be irresponsible to force someone into servitude with me."

Who he ends up with

As much as he hates to admit it…he's going to be attracted to a guy like Kalim. Not nearly as naive and ditzy as Kalim, but someone who's loud and enjoys life and wants to take risks from time to time. Someone who sees how hard Jamil works, and offers to help, even if the help isn't actually helpful. Someone who'll massage his shoulders at the end of the day and tell him how much they love love LOVE him. Jamil can see himself traveling the world and settling down with a man like that.

Pomefiore

Epel Felmier

What he says

"Um, a himbo. A dumb jock who is beautiful and strong but dumb as rocks so I'm the one in charge. Don't laugh, I like the idea of being surrounded in a hug of muscles! Stop laughing!"

Who he ends up with

Epel really does attract the less intelligent type. Not that they're dumb, they just lack book smarts. But his man will still know he is just as manly as him, and they will workout together to help him reach his goals. He'll never question Epel's masculinity, and understands he wears the pants in the relationship. And if he wants to be a trophy househusband that's just as well for Epel. He'd love to provide for his man.

Rook Hunt

What he says

"Monsieur trickster, I can find beauty in every man."

Who he ends up with

What he says is actually true. He can and will fall in love with every kind of man. It's hard to say who he will tie himself to, in the end. It'll be someone who he heavily bonds with and imprints on. It's a lot like with Floyd. Essentially a soulmate situation.

Vil Schoenheit

What he says

"Hm. Why do you want to know, potato? I suppose he's professional, and beautiful, and cares about his image enough that he doesn't cause a scandal."

Who he ends up with

The thing about Vil is, he's not that far off from Rook in his take on beauty. He doesn't so much believe in conventional beauty, or societal beauty standards. He knows everyone has an individual definition of health and beauty. When he says he's looking for a beautiful man, he's looking for someone who's willing to reach his full potential. Or, more accurately, to allow him to help him reach his full potential. Vil never admits it, but he adores pampering and styling people. His love language is helping people look their best. So if he's someone who knows himself enough to know what style he likes, he'll appreciate it, and take up the mantle of doing the hard work, ie making outfits, styling hair and makeup, formulating skin care etc. He also wants someone confident in their masculinity. He can't stand toxic fragile masculinity. It's not his job to make his husband feel like a man. TLDR, he wants a confident self possessed man he can dress like a doll, and show off.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

What he says

"-------------" mutes ipad.

In his head, he doesn't think any man would ever love him. But his dream man is a sexy anime cat boy.

Who he ends up with

What he'll be attracted to is someone who is patient, speaks at a reasonable volume, and is assertive enough to make him leave his room. Essentially, winning Idia's heart is a siege. You'll have to starve him out. That's the patience bit. The reasonable volume comes from him being easily scared by loud noises. Assertive enough to make him leave his room…well that speaks for itself. He wants to believe he can be part of the outside world, and the guy he will fall for will be willing to show it to him.

Diasomnia

Sebek Zigvolt

What he says

"He is someone of noble bearing, who shall help me defend my liege!"

Who he ends up with

He'll fall for a man who is stronger, mentally, physically, etc., than him. A man who can put him in his place. A man who speaks, and it makes him shut up, and sit pretty. He's assertive, and can come off as abrasive to others but to Sebek? Sevens, he'd die for a smidgen of his affection.

Silver

What he says

"I don't think it's worth it to try and define the guy I'll fall in love with. There are so many wonderful men, and my father always told me that love is the greatest mystery in this world. Who's to say who I'll fall in love with?"

Who he ends up with

Silver will fall for someone soft. The entire romance will be soft. Soft caresses in the moonlight. Soft kisses in the morning. Soft fingers gently intertwining. He'll be empathetic about his sleep condition, never blaming him since it's not his fault. He'll be gentle with his animal friends. But he'll also be strong in some ways. He'll be someone who will fight the metaphorical (or literal, Silver lives an interesting life) dragon for his sleeping Prince Silver. He'll be sweet and kind. I'm picturing Prince Philip, for Silver's masculine lover. How ironic.

Lilia Vanrouge

What he says

"Fu Fu Fu wouldn't you like to know."

Who he ends up with

Lilia can and has fallen for every kind of man. He's lived a long time. He's had the time to romance lots of men. What he'd probably fall for in this stage of his life, is someone he can tease, and play around with, but who is also ready to settle down a little bit. Someone who enjoys the little things in life. He's getting a little old. He wants to build onto his family that he already has. Silver can stand to have three or ten more siblings, right?

Malleus Draconia

What he says

"You."

Who he ends up with

You.

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Tag list-@shytastemakerthing @stygianoir @leonia0 @lleoll @eccedentesiast-sapphic

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alex-supremacy4 · 7 months

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OKAY SL MY OPINION ON WW..

might delete later, just felt in a willy's wonderland mood rn (my silliest mood)

tl;dr at end if ur too lazy to read everythimg

tw: mentions of death, mentions of s3x, spoilers, etc

chris did NKT deserve to get killed. he literally didnt. but you know who did? BOB AND THAT BITCH KATHY. AARON AND DAN DIDNT DESERVE TO GET KILLED EITHER, TJEY BARELY EVEN DID SHIT

KATHY AND BOB DESERVED TO BE KILLED. LITERALLY. BOB WAS BEING THE FAT FUCK HE IS, BUT KATHY IS WORSE. SHE WAS TRYING TO SEDUCE CHRIS, AARON AND DAN EVEN WHILE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH BOB. AND THEN, HAD S3X IN THE MIDDLE OF A LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION LIKE BITCH RECOGNIZE THE SITUATION YOUR ASS IS IN RIGHT NOW. AFTER THAT, SHE DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO HELP BOB NOT DIE AND WASNT EVEN WILLING TO DO ANYTHING AT ALL LIKE PULL THE ANIMATRONIC AWAY OR HIT IT, ETC. SHE JUST RAN TO THE DOOR AND TRIED TO GET OUT FAST. SHE WAS AN ASSHOLE GIRLFRIEND AND DESERVED TO GET HER ASS KILLED OFF. SO DID BOB, BUT I FELT A BIT BAD BECAUSE HE WASNT EVEN HELPED AT ALL AFTER THAT.

BUT CHRIS. I FEEL SO FUCKING BAD FOR CHRIS. HE DIDNT DESERVE TO DIE I SWEAR. HE WAS SO FUCKING SWEET (excrpt for the time he rammed into bob but not in THAT way, just ran into bob and got them stuck inside of the resturaunt.) AND CARED ABOUT THEM SM. AND THEN HE TRUSTED CAMMY. HE TRUSTED HER HE FUCKING TRUSTED HER. AND THEN HE WAS BACKSTABBED. LIKE NO THAT DIDNT HAPPEN!!! HE GRABBED CAMMYS TONGUE AND CHOPPED IT OFF BEFORE HE COULDVE DIED AND RAN OFF EITH THE JANITOR AND LIV BEFORE THEY COULDVE GOTTEN STOLEN BY WILLY OR THE GRANDMA PEROSN THING CALLED SHERRIF LUND.. (im delusional) But anyways HE DIDNT DESERVE ANG OF THAT.

DAN WAS JUST A SILLY LITTLE GOOBER WHO DIDNT DESERVW TO DIE EITHER, NOOO I DONT KNOW WHAT UR TALKING ABOUT!!! HIS INSIDES DIDNT GET TORN OUT AND EATEN OUT BRUTALLY, HE WAS FIGHTING BACK FOR HIS LIFE AND SUCCEEDED AND SAVED EVERYONE ELSE FROM DYING (except for kathy and bob) AND FLEW AWAY ON A TAP DANCING FLYING OVERSIZED DOG (im delusional pt2)! AND HE WAS JUST TRYINH TO HELP I THINK BUT THEN IT BACKFIRED ON HIM. I HATE YOU SIREN SARA AND TITO GREEN Turtle ASS THING.

aaron.. aaron.. AARON DIDNT DIE NOT MY KID NOT MY BBG. I DONT KNOW WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT HE DIDNT GET IMPALED WITH A SWORD BY THAT DUMBASS KNIGHTY KNIGHT BITCH HE LIVED BY REALIZING WHAT WILLY'S SONG MEANT, TURNED TO LOOK BEHIND HIM, GRABBED THAT BITCHES SWORD AND FOUGHT HIS ASS TO THE DEATH UNTIL HE FINALLY GOT HIM AND STABBED HIS ASS!!!!! HE THEN TAP DANCED OVER THAT BITCHES CORPSE, FLEW AWAY WITH HIS FRIENDS (but left bob and kathy behind) AND PLAYED FLAPPY BIRD WHEN THEY GOT HOME! (im delusional pt3). AARON DIDNT DWSERVW THAT SHIT BUT HE TRIED TO STOP CHRIS FROM GETTING AT BOBS ASS BUT THAT DOESNT MATTER, HE WAS SO <33 PLEASE BRING HIM. BACK I LOVE HIM HE SHOULDVE DIED LAST OR NEVER EVEN DIED AT ALL

LIV AND THE JANITOR WERE SO ICONIC. THEY WERE SO COOL AND SILLY AND LITTLE GOOBERS IM SO GLAD THEY DIDNT DIE BUT THE FACT THE JANITOR LET (I THINK) WILLY BLOW TWO POWERFUL ASS ATTACKS TO HIM MADE ME CRY SO VIOLENTLY LIKE WTF. HELLO????????? TELL ME THAT SOMEONE ELSE CRIED AT THAT PART TOO PLEASE I NEED SOMEONE TO SOB WITH ME WHILE WE REWATCH THE MOVIE 4 TIMES PLEEAAHAHAHAHASE IM BEGIGNG YIU. PLEAS3 PLEAS E PLESD RPLEASE.. also im makijg a willys wonderland au with m. characters and sneak peek: kathy doesnt exist so the charavter thats bob is just gonna be. complete asshole with no bitches and dies first 🥶🥶

i HATE THAT BITCH SHERRIF LUND. SHE TRIED LEAVING JANITOR TO DIE AND FORCED LIV TO LEAVE THE JANITOR BEHIND. AND THEN SHE LURED IN WILLY, NOT EXPECTING HIM TO BE BEHIND HER INSTEAED.. AND YOU KNOW EHAT??? SHE GOT WHAT SHE DESWRVED. SHE GOT KILLED AND SLICED IN HALF, LIKE SHE SSHOULD BE. SHE NEEDS TO LEARN HER PALXE AND WHY THE FUCK SHE WOULD SACRIFICE A GOOD PERSOSNS LIFE JUST FOR THAT CRAPPY ASS TOWN THAT IS TOTAL SHIT AND DOESNT EVEN DESERVE TO EXIST.

evan is my silly goofy goober boy and nothing can change that.. EVAN DIDNT KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING THOUGJ, SO IT CHANGED S LITTLE BIT BECAUSE HE WAS KINDNOF TOTAL SHIT TO LIV IN THE CAR AND KIND OF DESERVED TO GET EATEN BY ARTY ALLIGSTOR OR TITO TURTLE . FORGOT WHICH IT WAS BUT EH.. IM NOT EVEN GONNA BE DELUSIONAL FOR THIS PART BECAUSE H. WAS KIND OF TOTAL SHIT.

tl;dr: kathy and bob are asses and deserved to die. chris, dan, and aaron didnt deserve to die. liv and janitor deserved to live. i hate sherrif lund. i kind of dislike evan but still love him.

thNk you for listening t my rant bye bye

by : khel / micheal ^_^

#willys wonderland #help #alex is the fleshman #flesh man alex #alex is the flesh man #rant #willys wonderland rant

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xkaidaxxxx · 2 months

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Yusei Fudo x Cubby reader pt.2 (happy ending)

Sorry for any errors

I accept requests

“It’s late!! Where the hell were you?”your mom yelled and then embraced you. “Who was that guy you were with?” Your father asked. “I was watching my friend duel. I’m okay. It’s fun.” You replied with a smile on your face. They were shocked. You were smiling for the first time since you moved back to town. “You didn’t answer me.” Your father spoke. “That’s Jack he gave me a ride home.” You replied walking to your room doing your nightly routine

Months past.

Everything was almost the same. This time Yusei finally confessed to you.

“Happy 2 month anniversary my dear.” He said handing you a single rose with a stuffed bunny. You blushed and took them. “Happy anniversary Yusei.” You replied handing him a basket with snacks and a stuffed bear with a love letter. “Mhm a letter. Let’s see.” He teased you. “Not right now! I’d pass out if you read it now.” You spoke. “I have one more gift for you beautiful.” He said handing you a sticker of your name. “ for your duel runner.”you smiled. “ If it isn’t y/n and Yusei you guys are dating..publicly. Yusei I thought you’d keep it hidden. Dating this mess will make you lose popularity.” Emi spoke. She was furious. “It’s our 2nd month anniversary.” You said confidently. “Broke out of your shell. Dating a duelist must have gotten to you.” She smirked. “I’d advise you to not speak ill about my girlfriend.”Yusei threatened her. “Woah you two are dating?! Yusei you have horrible taste in woman..I mean Emi really..” Jack said. He had a disgusted look on his face. Yeah Jack is an asshole but he cares sometimes. That’s in his nature. “No. My girlfriend is Y/n. Let’s go beautiful.” He said and you guys left in each others duel runners. “ 2 months. That bitch.” Jack heard Emi say. He knew she was planning something in her mind.

Two days went by. You were on cloud 9.

“Alright. Drive to your heart’s content.” You told yourself. Test drive. After a few times around the track you heard a strange noise from your runner then everything went black. “You snake. You want him to yourself you put her at harm.” Jack commented. Lucky for you there were cameras set up. You woke up at the hospital the next morning. Only a cast for your ankle and wrist. Very lucky.

“Can’t believe that fatty survived.” Emi said. “Omg Yusei you must have been so scared.” a random girl spoke to Yusei playing with his jacket. “You’re so sweet to take her to the hospital.” another girl commented while playing with his hair. You were shocked. He didn’t even try to stop them. “You must be so stressed from the accident.” a third girl said touching his chest. You left the room without him noticing you. “I’m sorry ladies but I’m taken by Y/n. The girl from the accident.” He pushed them off. “H-He’s such-how could he?” You said speaking to a friend who picked you up.Jaden. “Cool off then you can call him out on it.” He suggested. “ he said he loves me. Then he’s with some random girls.” You cried remembering all the times of when girls bullied you. Maybe they were right. Maybe no one will love me. I’m a loser. I’m a nobody. I’m just a fat and ugly person you thought. “We’re here.” He said helping you inside. “Thanks Jaden. I appreciate it.” You said as he helped you sit down.

The next day Yusei showed up. You slapped the living crap out of him. “You stupid piece of shit! You asshole how dare you show up! You played me!! Is it because you felt sorry for me!? Guess what I don’t need your pitty! I know I’m fat! I know I have a big stomach and thick thighs. I know I’m not the best looking.” You yelled crying. Jaden also showed up. “U-Uh I’ll come back later.” He said holding snacks and food. “Get inside Jaden.” You ordered. “Y-yes dude? Girl? ma’am?” He hurried on inside. “What are you talking about it y/n? I came because I want to see my girlfriend! You!” Yusei yelled. “You were with 3 other girls! Don’t act stupid! I saw you! They were all up in your business and you didn’t stop them. You nasty dog! I’m not your girlfriend anymore! I’m breaking up with you!” You yelled crying then slammed the door at his face and locked it. “Y/n! Let me explain! It’s not what you think it is! I love you!” Yusei said banging on the door. “Don’t come back here! Don’t you dare ever talk to me again!” You yelled. Jaden was so shocked to even hear you guys arguing. You both ate trying to get past what just happened. Yusei left. He was angry. He’s never felt so much rage in him.

3 weeks went by. Your casts were finally removed. You were ready to leave the house to meet up with Jaden but Yusei showed up. “ I wanted things to cool down…Y/n I’m in love with you. I really am. You didn’t see the rest of it. I pushed them away. I told them you’re my girlfriend…Y/n please believe me…I know what you told me that day..was because you were livid..I love you. I don’t care about your appearance. You’re wonderful. I love using your tummy as a pillow. It’s soft. I love how I feel your thighs when I carry you. I love all of you. How you smile. The way you laugh. It’s cute how you giggle. Your cheeks turn red when you do. I love how your hand feels in mine. Most of all I love how happy you look when you duel on your runner. I see how much you love it. Which is why I always ask to have a race day every Friday just us two. No distractions. I’m in love with you. Please believe me. I’d never cheat on you. You’re my everything. I don’t care what other people think. It’s just you and me Y/n.” He said holding your hands. Squeezing them a bit. He felt nauseous thinking you won’t forgive him because you’re very headstrong. “I love you too. I’m sorry for accusing you. I’m sorry my insecurities got in the way. I’m in love with you.” You said. You both kissed passionately. You felt your heart burst with love. It’s like nothing else mattered in the world. Everything around you was in pause. Just you both in the moment. You loved every second of it. “Mhm princess you’re so wonderful.” He said after you pulled away. “Thanks”you responded pecking his cheek. He held you close not wanting to ever let go. He remembered so many little things that made him happy with you. That made him fall hard. “I love you.” You both said in unison.

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underworld-park-offical · 8 months

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TOLKIEN: Can you believe this shit, Jimmy?

JIMMY: H-h-h-hey

JIMMY: D-d-d-d-don't d-d-d-diss s-s-someone w-w-w-with b-b-b-big d-d-d-dreams

JIMMY: N-n-n-not cool

TOLKIEN: I will if said dreams are ridiculous and stupid

TOLKIEN: Like being a jackass influencer

STAN: Can we shut up about Craig being a Dollar Store Addison Rae, please?

STAN: I'm getting a migraine listening to this idiotic babbling about how many likes he has

STAN: Just stop, he already does it enough

KYLE: Didn't you start bullying him though?

KYLE: Because it was funny?

STAN: Well it's not now sooooo…. shut up

CLYDE: WHO WAS MOVING THE POINTER THINGIE ON THE BOARD PLEASE CONFESS I WILL CRY

KENNY: I thought you were “manly”

CARTMAN: Woah Kenny, it is 2023 and you’re still throwing around male stereotypes?

CARTMAN: You’re getting C A N C E L E D

CARTMAN: GUYS KENNY DOESN’T THINK MEN SHOULD CRY

KENNY: HE LITERALLY SAID HE HAD BIG MAN HANDS

KENNY: HE ADMITTED TO GOING TO HOME DEPOT????

KENNY: WHAT AM I BEING CANCELED FOR TELLING THE TRUTH?????

CRAIG: Wow, Kenny, and I thought we were friends, Smh my head

KENNY: WHAT????????

TOLKIEN: Can you move things, Mr. Spirit, sir?

CRAIG: That was so gay of you

CARTMAN: Why would you assume it was a man???

TOLKIEN: Why would you assume, it's an it?

CARTMAN: ….

TOLKIEN: Exactly

CRAIG: Preach

CLYDE: IT'S MOVING IT'S MOVING IT'S MOVING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

KENNY: CLYDE SHUT UP!!! AND STOP MOVING, I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING BEHIND YOUR FAT HEAD

CLYDE: I'M GONNA CRYYYYY

KENNY: GOOD

KYLE: S….u…..r……e

CRAIG: Sure?

CRAIG: So the ghost wants to be basic?

CRAIG: Lmao based

STAN: Oh my god shut up

STAN: Please.

TOLKIEN: It could have just used the yes, why would it go through so much effort to give an answer?

CLYDE: Maybe they want to be best friends and are worried about messing things up or being impolite?

CRAIG: That's so based of them, frfr, lol

STAN: A ghost wanting to befriend a bunch of high, lowlife teenagers?

STAN: Yeah, I'm not buying it

CLYDE: F….u….

CLYDE: AWHHH

JIMMY: N-n-n-n-nice g-going st-st-stan, you r-r-ruined our ch-chances of be-be-bef-f-friending C-Casper, a-asshole

STAN: There is no way you actually believe this, right?

STAN: We are all in a simulation

STAN: None of this is real

STAN: We are all in a coma because the government wants to control us

STAN: Trying to make us all boy kissing gays

STAN: But not me, no

STAN: I'm smarter than all of you, so I know I can't be controlled

STAN: This Ouija board is the way for the government to mind control us

STAN: Do not be deceived.

TOLKIEN: Shut up Stan, quit talking out of your ass

STAN: Ass….A…S…S……Actual…..Super…..Sexual…..Sexual as in….Homosexual….

STAN: YOU'RE A GOVERNMENT SPY!

KYLE: Ignore him, Tolkien

TOLKIEN: Have been.

STAN: YOU’RE ALL CONSPIRING AGAINST ME!

CRAIG: Lmao holy shit I need to record this

STAN: YOU'RE ALL JUST MAD BECAUSE I KNOW THE TRUTH!!! YOU ALL ARE BRAINWASHED!!!!

CRAIG: Stan…. bffr… smile for the camera

STAN: NO!!! THOSE CAMERAS PUT MICROCHIPS IN YOUR HAND LIKE THEY HAVE THE VACCINES

CRAIG: Is he /j or /srs rn?

KYLE: He's serious, unfortunately

KYLE: Let's just move on before I get an aneurysm

KENNY: Good idea

KYLE: Is…. anything moving?

TOLKEIN: Oh I don't know, Kyle, can a blind person see?

KYLE: ….

TOLKIEN: No, exactly

CLYDE: IT'S SO DARK IN HERE I'M AFRAID OF THE DARK!!!

TOLKIEN: No, Porkchop, you aren’t

CLYDE: I AM NOW!!

STAN: Everything is all so dark

STAN: It's what they want

KYLE: It's what who wants? STAN: Aliens…. they want to steal our sun…

CRAIG: Haha lmao imagine believing in aliens, couldn’t be me

JIMMY: Wh-wh-wh-what's that n-n-noise?

JIMMY: C-C–C–C–C-C-Craig…. Is th-the ac on?

CLYDE: TURN THE AC OFF YOU MONSTER!!

CLYDE: LEAVE US BE!!

CLYDE: WE WANTED TO BE FRIENDS BEFORE YOU TOLD US TO GO FUCK OURSELVES!

CLYDE: BUT NAY! NAY WE SAY! CLYDE: WE, THE HUMAN COUNCIL

TOLKIEN:...... What-

CLYDE: SAY GO FUCK YOURSELF

CLYDE: GOOD DAY SIR OR MA’AM CARTMAN: OR MX!

CLYDE: OR MIXTAPE

CRAIG: Lmao okay slay, ate, ate and left no crumbs. Not a single crumb inside, bro ate the plate too frfr

(EDITS MADE BY @Pissblanket)

#south park edits #southpark #south park #hellpark #underworld park #sp #craig tucker #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #craigfluencer

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Walk Away - Billy Hargrove × Plus size reader

Guys this could have a part two if you wanted it.

Short description - Reader has been dating Billy and he asks her to keep it a secret, his friends embarrass her at a party and they end up breaking up.

Pairing – Billy Hargrove x Plus Size Fem reader

Warnings – Swearing, Angst (or at least I tried), bullying, fatshaming, name calling – it’s just a mess.

Au Note – This is the first time in a while posting something on here, feedback would be great.

I do requests – My requests are open for all characters on Stranger Things and some Marvel characters.

Word count – uh, no idea to be honest?

Please enjoy and sorry if this is shite, literally wrote it in an hour and decided to post it, have been feeling all down in the dumps. Again, sorry if its terrible.

“(y/n), are you sure we were invited?” Sandy, my best friend asks. “And not just invited so they can make fun of us?” She added, nervously chewing on her bottom lip. I took a deep breath, looking at the house across the street to where Billy invited me, my Billy, my secret boyfriend for the past few months, Billy. ‘King of the school’, Billy.

“Billy gave me this address and a time-" Sandy cut me off, scoffing. “That asshole has been nothing but terrible to you since you started being lab partners.” Did I mention that she doesn’t know we’re dating? “And then he leaves this piece of paper in your locker, why? Because he wants to hang out? I think not, it’s a bad idea, I think we should go.”

Her words get to me, and not being able to tell her we’ve been dating for weeks now is a big deal, but I dont think he would invite me and then do something bad, would he?

“Okay, how about you wait in the car and I’ll go in quickly and be back out in like twenty minutes?” I try to negotiate with her, she’s thinking about it. “fine, but if you’re not out in twenty minutes or less I��m coming to get you.” I nod, watching as she walks back to the car. “Twenty minutes.” She yells after me.

I try to smile, to be amused by her but my nerves are getting to me. I adjust my sweater and pull it tight around my stomach, a terrible habit I needed to get rid of. “You can do this.” I try to give myself a pep talk but I’m failing, still, I manage to move my feet and before I know it I’m inside, pushing through people to get to the middle of the house, searching for those blonde locks.

I see him in the kitchen, talking to Meghan, a super skinny cheerleader in my maths class. She’s sitting on the counter in the kitchen with her legs wrapped around Billy's waist. I feel the jealousy burn through my body, followed along with a terrible hurt feeling.

Before I could process the fact that he’s leaning into her, talking directly in her ear with his hand landing on her hip, a pair of hands clamp around my shoulders.

“I fucking knew it!” Tommy H yells over my shoulder, pushing me towards the kitchen. “Carol, you owe me ten bucks.” I see Carol turn and we make eye contact while Tommy is still pushing me forward. Billy turns his attention away from Meghan and as soon as he sees me he steps away from her, sporting a very confused look on his face. A few of their other friends join us in the kitchen when Tommy shoves me a bit hard and I need to catch myself on the counter.

I feel unshed tears burning my eyes as I take in what’s happening. “See, I told you this fat loser is like, in love with Billy.” Carol says, turning to Meghan who scrunched up her nose while looking at me. “Disgusting.” She spits and everyone starts laughing, and to my surprise, so does Billy, but it somehow doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I should go.” I mumble, trying to turn to leave. “Already? But you just got here.” Tommy says, slinging his arm over my shoulder, hand grabbing so hard he’s probably going to leave a bruise. I try to pull away, “Come on man, you’re hurting her.” Another friend says who I recognize as Adam, a nicer one of the people surrounding me.

I see Billy’s eyes flash to my shoulder and then at Tommy’s face, he looks like he wants to say something, “Yeah man, just let her go, she’s not worth our time.” He mumbles, turning to get another drink.

“No, Tommy is right, she just got here. Please, have a drink.” Meghan says, stepping forward and throwing her drink in my face. I gasp, stepping back and trying to clear my eyes. I feel her hands on my shoulders and then she pushes me, I fall back, landing straight on my back and hitting my head.

“Enough!” Billy’s voice booms through the kitchen. I open my eyes, staring up at the ceiling, seeing stars. My head hurts and I try to focus when hands grab at my shoulders to try to help me sit up. “We’re just joking around.” Meghan says, stunned by his outburst. I see Billy look down at me, sitting up on the floor staring at him, waiting for him to stand up for me, to help me up and hopefully take me home. But all he does is smile, “Yeah, but we wouldn’t want to kill her or injure her badly, her uncle is the sherriff, remember?”

Whispers break out and I let the tears go, streaming down my face as I stare at someone I thought I could love, someone I thought I understood, someone I was willing to be kept a secret for because I believed his stupid excuse of not wanting a girlfriend right now because of the terrible stuff that’s happening with his dad.

“What the fuck are you staring at? Get up and get the fuck out, I’m sick of seeing your face.” His eyes are pleading with me, begging me to take the chance and run. I sob at his terrible words, I can’t help it. A hand reaches out for me to help me stand and I look up into the eyes of Steve, Harrington, the former ‘king of the school’ with Nancy by his side.

“Let me help you up.” His voice is soft and people are watching, waiting for my response. I look up at Billy again and I think I’m going to hate the color of his eyes for the rest of my life. He’s waiting for me as well, waiting to see what I’m going to do.

I reach out and take Steve’s hand, cringing when I pull my shirt away from my chest. “Is your head okay?” Nancy asks, stepping closer. I flinch at her hand reaching for my head, “I’m fine.” I croak out and turn to leave, walking out the front door.

“You guys are a bunch of fucking assholes!” Steve yells at his friends, Billy turns and takes the two shots of clear vodka he poured into the shot glasses for Meghan and himself before he slips out the back door while his ‘friends' are fighting inside.

He feels his heart hammering inside his chest while he runs around the house, seeing your figure walking away from the house he actually feels his heart break at the way you looked at him, the sob that left your mouth, the sound your head made when it made contact with the floor beneath you.

He knows he’s a dick, a terrible person if you must, keeping you hidden away, all to himself. But he swears he’s only doing it to protect you, there’s only a few months of high school left and then he can take you away from here, to a new state, a new city. Take you away from the horrible people here, people he somehow became friends with.

He’s protecting you.

“(y/n), wait, shit, baby are you okay?” Billy stops me, standing in front of me, but I can’t get myself to look into his eyes, maybe if I walked faster I could’ve made it to the car without him getting to me first, but I didn’t expect him to come to me in the first place.

He reaches for me, hand lifting my head up to look at him. His worried expression amuses me. I slowly reach up and take his wrist, pulling him away from me.

“You should go, your friends are waiting.” I don’t have it in me, not one mean bone, not any feeling that I need to hurt him back.

His frown is deep, “Baby, what the hell are you doing here?” he’s bending forward so he can look me in the eyes. My head hurts, I’m soaking wet and all I want to do is leave.

“You asked me to be here.” He’s shaking his head, “When? I never asked you to come here.” I can’t get the picture of Meghans legs wrapped around him out of my head. “Are you fucking her?” I blurt out, stepping away from him. “Who?” he asks, trying to reach for me again, but my delayed anger is kicking in.

I feel my cheeks blush as I think back to everything that happened. “Meghan, are you fucking her?” he doesn’t answer straight away and I feel another sob break through me.

“You know what, you ruined my fucking life here! Yeah, I’ve always been fat and a loser but at least everyone left me the fuck alone, until you came around, until you started showing interest in me! I never wanted to be with you, you’re a fucking asshole and you made me fall in love with you, now I have all these feelings towards you that I don’t want to feel because I literally never want to see you again.” I’m out of breath by the end of it.

His eyes are glistening while he stares down at me, my chest is heaving and my clothes still sticking to me.

“You love me?” he’s frowning.

“Yes, unfortunately I fucking love you, you made me care for you and then you treat me like shit in front of your friends, watch them abuse me me and torture me and make fun of me while doing nothing!” I’m yelling at him. Then a car door slams and I hear feet running up to us.

“(Y/n), oh my god what happened?” Sandy’s voice is loud and I jump at the sudden intrusion. “What the fuck did you do to her?” she’s yelling at Billy now. “It wasn’t him, it was his fucked up friends.”

“He just stood there and watched.” I mumble, looking at him as his face falls and something stirs in my chest seeing him turn emotional.

I take my car keys from Sandy and turn to leave,

“I won’t ever be good enough.” He says and I stop, causing Sandy to stop next to me, silencing her ramblings I didn’t ever hear. “You’re too good for me, I’ve said this over and over. I keep this private and I keep this between us because I don’t want people ruining that, like they did tonight.”

I turn and walk up to him, “They didn’t ruin this, you did.” I say, poking his chest.

“I love you too.”

His eyes are so sincere that I get lost in them for a moment, not missing the exaggerated gasp leaving my friends mouth after his confession. I shake my head, “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to treat me like shit, turn around, say you love me and expect things to be okay.”

“You don’t get to hurt me anymore.”

“No!” his voice is loud, “you don’t get to tell me you love me and then walk away from me, from us. You don’t get to let me think I have a person who cares and then walk away from me, I need you.” He’s begging me now.

“I do get to love you, and I also do get to walk away from something that’s hurting me.” I let him take my hand, “You’re hurting me, Billy. You’re keeping me a secret because you’re ashamed of me, that’s not fair because I would never in my life do that to you, or another person.” I reach for his face, “I would never want you to feel the way I did in there because I love you, but I don’t ever want to feel that again so I think it’s my turn to walk away, pretend nothing happened and walk away.”

I move to leave but he pulls me back, “How can you say that!? How can you walk away from someone you love.” He’s pushing my hair behind my ear, searching my face for an answer.

“How can I not walk away? Because if you loved me you wouldn’t be ashamed to tell people that you’re with me, you wouldn’t let them treat me like that, you wouldn’t sleep with other people. It’s time I take care of myself.” I pull my hand out of his.

“I’ll go in there right now and tell everyone that you’re my girl, that I love you and I want to marry you someday.” He’s begging again, and I can’t help the way my breath hitches when he mentions he wants to marry me, at the way he calls me his girl.

I step forward and kiss his cheek one last time, I don’t know if it’s my tears or his I taste on my lips.

“Its too late for that. Goodbye Billy.”

He’s grabbing my hands and trying to pull me back but I get my hand free, “(y/n) wait! Please, please don’t leave me, (y/n) I’m sorry! I’m a fucking idiot and a coward and I’m so fucking sorry! (Y/n) I love you please, please don’t do this.”

I’m ignoring him as I close my door and lock it, starting the car, he’s banging on the window as I pull away, surprised and relieved that I didn’t run him over in the process.

“I know you probably don’t want to talk right now, but .... what the fuck just happened! Why are you wet! What is going on!” Sandy yells.

“I just broke up with my boyfriend.”

“What!”

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