I’ve been sitting on some of these for a while from contemplating different fic ideas, so here ya go:
·Mylene is vegan, and Ivan’s diet is mostly meat. They never fight about it, surprisingly.
·Alix secretly really likes rom-coms, but if you
ever tell anyone, she’ll punch you
·Sometimes Kim makes Max sit on his back while he
does push-ups to increase his resistance
·Nathaniel sometimes doodles on himself and
designs tattoos when he gets bored
·Juleka loves horror movies, and Rose only puts up
with them because it gives her an excuse to hold Juleka’s hand when she gets
· Everyone lowkey wants to be Marinette’s parents when they grow up
· Nino is everyone’s big brother, and they come to
him with their problems, and he helps them sort through them.
·Sabrina and Chloe cosplay at a conventions, and their costumes are always super high-quality and accurate because
Chloe has them hand-crafted by top designers.
·Marinette brings people treats from the bakery
when it’s their birthday as well as a hand-made gift.
·One day, Nath and Alix are talking about some
anime, and Adrien gets really excited and blows them away with how many fan
theories he has, like seriously, how do you have time to come up with all of
·Marinette is obsessed with other people’s pets
because she could never have one because her they live in the bakery and they
can’t have an animal there, so she always cuddles other people’s pets way too
·Alix is a poor swimmer and has to wear floaties if
she wants to go in the deep end
·Mylene can’t swim at all
·Chloe can swim, but she doesn’t like to get wet
(it ruins her makeup and hair), so she just floats on a ridiculously over-sized
raft like the queen she is
·Alya is like super fit from chasing superheroes
around all the time to get footage for her blog
· Ivan gets really emotional when you show him
pictures of baby otters
·Despite being clumsy, Marinette’s a really good
·But not as good as Adrien, like that kid has
moves no one expected
·Chloe and Adrien are secretly/not-so-secretly
weeabo trash. They’ve seen every episode of Naruto, and most of their childhood
arguments were over what their ninja powers would be
· Mme. Bustier needs at least half a bottle of
wine after each school day to cope with her students all randomly turning into
supervillains every day.
Me: *has 30 requests I need to write, a play to finish, and exams to study for*
Also Me: Eh, why not write something literally no one asked for. Hey guys,
remember that stuffed turtle I bought way back? Yeah, so do I. Anyway, I kinda
smushed a request into this one a little bit. Tried to. Anyway, fluff for my
favorite hothead. I might have some Leo coming up later too, so keep your eyes
Raph. Was. So. Bored. But it was day, so he
couldn’t leave the lair, and you were at school anyway so he didn’t really have
anywhere to go. And so therefore, he was lifting weights, as usual. Needless to
say, he wasn’t expecting to hear your voice so soon.
“Boo!” You sprang into his makeshift gym.
“(Y/N)? Don’t ya have school today?”
“Skipped.” You answered, dropping down onto
the large pillow in the corner of the room. Your reading nook. Raph’s eyes
“Woah, we got a badass over here.” He
“Kidding. Half-day. Exams.” You laughed.
“I’m a goody-two-shoes. We both know that.”
“Heh, right.” He chuckled. “So what’cha
doin’ here? Don’t ya got better things to do than hang out in the sewers?”
“Nah.” You shrugged. “Figured I’d pay my
best friend a visit.”
“Ah.” He nodded. “Well, as you can see, not
much is goin’ on down here.”
“Do you have patrol tonight?”
“Do you maybe want to come over to my place
and watch a movie?”
“Yeah, sure. What’s on the docket tonight,
“What’s that about?”
“You’ll see.” You smiled innocently. “So
are you in?”
“I don’t see why not.” But what he didn’t say
was: I would watch paint dry if it was with you.
After dark, you waited in your room for
Raph’s tapping on your window. Soon enough, he arrived and lumbered inside the
window that was just barely big
enough for the massive muscular turtle.
“(Y/N), ya here?”
“In the kitchen making popcorn!” You
called. “Stay in there I’ll be out in a minute!”
“All right.” He looked around your room.
Everything was set up, the movie’s menu playing on the screen. He sat down on
your bed, causing it to creak beneath his weight. It was then that he noticed
something sitting there. It was a medium-sized stuffed turtle. But that wasn’t
all. It had a red bandana tied around its eyes. Raph’s cheeks suddenly matched his
mask. He held it in his large hands, still not able to believe this was
something that was sitting on your bed. Something you…slept with.
And in that instant, he imagined you,
curled up in your sleep. Curled up in his huge arms. He pictured the sleepy
breaths and quiet mumbles, and he wanted nothing more than to hold you against
his plastron, to bury his face in your soft skin and kiss away all of your
He was in love with you.
Shit, why hadn’t he realized it sooner? You
had been in front of him all along, and he had never…he had never felt this
way. No, maybe he had. The days you wore your red t-shirt or the turtle charm
that sometimes dangled around your neck. He liked to imagine you were his. He
wished you were.
He wanted to hold your hand and hold you
close, and God, he wanted to kiss your lips. Your soft human lips. Usually when
he looked at his reflection, he could never imagine anyone loving him. He could
never imagine anyone calling him theirs. But this turtle had changed
everything, his entire outlook on love had shifted after spending two minutes
in your room.
You opened the door, a large bowl of
popcorn tucked under your arm and your hair pulled up into a messy bun. You
weren’t wearing make-up, but you had never looked more gorgeous.
“What’s this?” he couldn’t stop the words
from falling out of his mouth. Now your face
“Oh, um, that’s my…um…” you sighed. “He
just makes me feel safe, you know, when I’m asleep.”
“Yeah.” You replied.
“So…” a ghost of a smile pulled at his
scarred lips. “I make ya feel safe.”
“Yes.” You nodded and awkwardly walked over
to the bed. “You do.”
“What are ya scared of?” he asked quietly
as you sat down beside him. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
you.” You mumbled.
“Losing you.” Your whisper was slightly
louder this time.
“I ain’t goin’ anywhere. I promise.” His
giant green finger turned your chin to face him. His eyes were soft and
earnest. “Listen, I uh…” his heart felt like it was going to leap out of his
chest and run down the street. “I might be all rough on the outside, but uh, ya
make me wanna be soft…for ya. And I just wanna protect ya. Because you’re so
small and I’m so big, and if anything ever hurt ya…I
don’t know what I’d do.”
There was a long silence. You stared at him
for a long time, trying to find the words.
“I know that’s a lot to dump on ya. I’m
sorry, I know you probably…I’m a turtle and you’re…I’m sorry I’ll just-”
“I love you.” You blurted, heart racing. “I
don’t know for how long I have, but I do. A lot. I can’t explain it. You just
make everything feel right. You make me feel safe.” You poked the plushie.
“Even if it’s just this.”
“You don’t need it to keep ya safe. Not
anymore. I’ll, uh…I’ll keep ya safe. I promise.” There was a long moment of
silence. Raph slowly reached out, pulling you into his arms and onto his lap.
You curled into his plastron and exhaled a huge sigh of relief. “So…what’s the
“A big rough red guy who falls in love with
a human girl.” You replied quietly. Raph chuckled.
I’m doing a series of cheesy/smooth/bad pick up lines with su characters cuz I’m hella bored. Here’s my version of these two dorks. Also I love Amedot so here ya go 😌
There will be a part two to the Amedot except it’s peri’s turn!
insert the *you know I had to do it to em* pic here
Dex: He was a sad emo boy. Without question. if asked though he’d say he was punk but…no. All you need to do is just picture the awkwardest, lankiest fourteen year old with an oversized black hand me down tee with super bright ginger hair and there ya go: teen dex. I have so much more to say here.
he wrote angry song lyrics all over the knock off converse his mom paid good money for. She’s very disappointed in you William thats so irresponsible.
also: wrote song lyrics and little emo symbols all over his arms with sharpie whenever he got bored in school. You’re poisoning your blood billy your mother is concerned
Wore heavy wool beanies all the time. Like even in the summer. He did it to cover his hair and the tips of his ears because he didn’t think red hair and big ears were punk and he was embarrassed.
keep in mind that dex was an active hockey player during this time. Was probably the captain of high school team and everything, but that didn’t stop him from getting chirped to hell for showing up to practice with his nails painted black from the polish he borrowed/stole from his cousin.
Not to mention that one time that his goalie found a super embarrassing picture of dex from when he was first starting to come out of his emo little shell. For a full month his nickname was guyliner.
His older brother thought that Dex’s emo/punk phase was the funniest thing ever. He’s make fun of Dex for it all the time. This lead to several instances where Dex would yell ‘it’s not a phase!’ ‘no one understands me’ etc and then he’d lock himself in his room for an hour and blasted bad punk music from the 70s.
Whenever he raised enough money to pay for something hockey or school related, hed buy it, but he’d always get a little sad after the purchase bc he really wanted to save up to get an eyebrow piercing one day
One good thing came out of this emo phase though! he learned to play guitar and he got really good. He also tried to start a garage band, but he didn’t have the social skills to acquire member for that said band. To this day he often daydreams about how awesome this band would have been.
CHOWDWR AND NURSEY BELOW
Freddy just wanted to find Mike. Instead, he finds Springtrap and a strange old cartoon…
Ta-da! Here it is, our crossover with Bendy and the Ink Machine! This was inspired by one of our VA’s. He’s got a pretty good Bendy voice, and, well, I had to take advantage of that. And what better way than to combine it with our very own p87lore, hm? This is heavily headcanon-based, since it was written before Chapter 2′s release, so please forgive anything that doesn’t seem to add up with what we know of the game as of now. It’s also set in the p87lore, so if you’re wondering why Freddy and Springtrap are able to interact together, maybe take a peek at our tag for it ;)
This could be a series if people show they like it enough. If you enjoyed this, please reblog it! If we can get, let’s say, 20 reblogs, we’ll continue.
It’s less than five minutes long, so what are you waiting for? ;) You can also listen on Soundcloud.
Subtitled: In Which Betty Realizes She Really, Really REALLY Wants the D. Like Yesterday
Okay, Betty…..slip your fingers up his thigh a bit further…..cause I don’t care if Juggie had a 6 episode/6 month/6 year plan to “get” me, I am gonna be tapping this boy’s sweet ass and finding out if things are as rock hard everywhere as they seem to be in a 6 DAY or less plan!!!
Where’s my other, pregnant daughter you young hooligans???? BETTY!!! Why is your hand almost in “Jug” “Head’s” crotch????
DW, Mrs. Cooper….Gossip Ghey (that’s me) says they’re now “boyfriend and girlfriend” and your daughter really wants Juggie’s D
Thanks for all your “help” Kevin!!! And dammit, Mom….now my 6 day plan is at least 7 days and I’m really not sure I’m gonna last that long!
Juggie: massive erection??…WHAT massive erection? I’m totally not ridiculously aroused, like 24/7…My arm’s just here cause I like it that way….now….how do I get Betty to go to that closet under the stairs with me….and will she be disappointed?? I mean, I kinda feel like I don’t know what I’m doing and I kinda want it all to be massively incredible for her. But I’m also jacking off non-stop cause I’m soooooo turned on I can’t even….
IDGAF. Just here for the bby…..
Juggie…I see your pants getting tighter and trust me, I don’t think you’ll be “disappointing” me when I finally get you alone and tear your clothes off….Oh, BTW, I’m gonna leave my hand in your lap for now…yep….I don’t anticipate any problems….
Betty, why is your hand under the table? Is this part of that “new thing” you guys won’t let me do with you? Oh, BTW, Betty….since you apparently now love Juggie, I want you! And sorry, Juggie, we’ll still be BFFs, riiigghttt??? Even after I’m an even bigger douche to you!
Oh don’t worry, Ronnie…once I’ve broken up their very happy and almost spiritually loving connection/bond thing, I’ll be shortly bored of Betty here and dump her ass….and then you’ll get ANOTHER 7 minutes in heaven with Archiekins!!! But ya know, there’s only so much of me to go around, amirite, ladies???
Why am I interested in this ginger jackass again? And how am I not cold?
Betty, now neither of them can sit with us. And yes, that’s MY hand in YOUR lap, returning the favor…<3333333….do you like closets under stairs? Or do you think your parents might go away any time soon????
Remember when we used to be friends, Alice?
Before we started fighting over that wrinkly contractor who looks like a monkey and is dumber than one, I became a trophy wife and stole your daughter? Maybe we can fix that….
OMG!!! My bby!!! Let’s make up and have the awesomest day EVER!!! No drama, riiiigghttt???
Surprise, bitches!!! Per usual, my attire is more suited to a cocktail party and I’ve brought my twin’s spawn a baby hearse carriage, in a style out of use for over 40 years!!!
Uhhhh…..Hi Mrs. Blossom….I see you share your daughter’s inappropriate fashion sense. I’d think a fancee rich society lady would know red with black accents isn’t really “done” at baby showers…
She’s right, mother. And if I wasn’t judging someone else, I’d totally be judging you, rn—-look at how much wine our hostess needs already
Oh, Polly, dear….glad to see you have the ring!!! Shall I tell you how I actually murdered Jason because A) he’s Fred’s kid, not my son’s and B) even still, no fucking way was any Blossom EVER gonna marry any Cooper….but I’m not a baby killer, so you were off the table? And too difficult to get to, anyway? Yes…..Sheriff Roscoe helped me….cause I’m the REAL Boss Hogg around here!
Ohhh….mannnnn…..I wasn’t sure about being the only dude at this super girly shit…but this is aaammaaazzinnggg….cupcakes and other snacks, cat fights to entertain, that creepy old bag outing herself as Jason’s murderer….making out with my wife in front of everyone…..soooooo happpeeeee…..
Well, here I am to show my ass and ruin the day for ya, Jughead!!!
Archie, can you NOT???? Every time my hair is down and I look super pretty, you have to go and wreck it all. We all know I love Juggie and this will only serve to bring us closer, so can you please stop interrupting us when we’re “doing stuff that people who have gone through what we have do”????
it must bE 🙃so boring🙄😔 to be an exo 🙅🙆stan now⏱… you always know 🤓😕what’s gonna happen☹️… they spend the whole 🗓year📆📅❄️🌻☀️🍁 filming movies 🎬alone😔, have an ugly 🤢misplaced 🤷♀️comeback 💪with a full album 🔈🎧of misogynistic 😫🙍❌lyrics to kill 🔪💣🔫the summer vibe☀️🌈😜, never 🙅do any promotional work💵 and go do thirty3️⃣0️⃣ concerts 🎤in the same places 🇰🇷🙄as ever with the same fans 😂👯as ever, new ugly😬 dark🖤 suits 🕺and new badly rehearsed 😴body roll choreos💃, break 🔨⚡️💥their own award 🏅🥇records 💽by the end ⏭of the year 🗓but it’s worth 📉nothing ❌‼️because it’s on sales 📈📊💵💴💶💷💰and not actual 👌praise👏✊👍 for making good music 🎼🎹🎷or their talent👨🎓,they haven’t 💔performed 🎤mama 👵since 2014⏮2️⃣0️⃣1️⃣4️⃣. y'all 👉are rly made of stone 💀⛏lmao 😜i’m glad 😌i hopped🐰↗️ out ⬆️this life 🙌3 yrs ago⏪😤😫
The first time he did it, he sat in class. It was
second grade, and they were watching a movie. He had been bored, and had
started drawing on his arm. One flower after another bloomed on his arm, as he
stuck his tongue a bit out of his mouth to concentrate better. Suddenly Bucky
looked at his wrist, and his sharpie missed.
HI was messily written with a pink pen there. He looked
back at his flower. He started rubbing his arm, hoping to erase the line he had
drawn. His skin was slowly turning pink, and the line started to disappear.
When he was done he took his sharpie, and wrote down: HI.
Bucky scribbled the date down on his hand, before
turning his attention back to the teacher. He had always been bad at
remembering dates, and he knew his teacher would kill him if he didn’t turn it
in on time.
What’s happening there?
The blue letters caused Bucky to look down again and
smile weakly. If there was one thing that always could bring a smile to his
face, it was writing to you.
English paper due:(
He wrote on his arm. He waited half a second for an
answer, before deciding against it, and write a few more words.
But at least I got you to talk to now
“Mr. Barners, what are you laughing at? “a voice
asked, and Bucky quickly looked up.
“Nothing, I’m sorry professor” he answered, but smiled
a bit anyway when he saw the: Haha.
He rolled his eyes with a sigh, and looked at his
friend. Steve had just meet his soulmate, a girl named Peggy, but he was too
nervous to be alone with her, so he had invited her to a friend night. This
meant it was Steve, Peggy, Bucky, and their friend Natasha. Or, Natasha was
supposed to be there, but she had bailed on them.
Bucky looked down at his arm, and almost laughed at
the misshaped creature that had appeared.
What is that?
“Are you writing to your soulmate? “Peggy asked and
broke the silence.
“yeah” He answered with a smile, and looked down to
get an answer.
It’s an elephant! Can’t you see that?
Bucky looked at the drawing. He could kind of see it
was supposed to be an animal, but to him it looked more like a giraffe. He
started drawing on your “elephant”, and it ended up looking okay.
He laughed when he saw your words.
“Why am I the only one who doesn’t have a date? “Bucky
asked as his friend were walking around in the kitchen.
“Because” Natasha said as she grabbed some plates. “That
you don’t want to date any other than your soulmate, and you don’t know where
“Why don’t you just invite her? “Peggy asked as she
opened the fridge. “I mean, you can’t wait until you just see her on the
street, you won’t know it’s her. It will be a good opportunity to meet her”
“Are you sure a wedding is a good idea to a first
date? “He asked, and Peggy shrugged.
“It’s a good reason” she said as she took the salad to
I’ve thought of something
“You didn’t think of it, we did” Natasha said as she
sat down beside him.
“It doesn’t matter” he said as he watched your writing
“No writing at the table! “Peggy said as she and Steve
“I just have to invite her” Bucky answered without
I’m going to ask you something
Promise you won’t get mad?
“Why would she get mad? “Natasha asked as she leaned over to
look at his arm.
“It’s a big step! I don’t know if she even wants to meet!” Bucky answered.
“We’re starting” Peggy said and took the meat. Bucky
didn’t her this, because you had just answered.
Summary: You’re the new trainee at BigHit and you meet BTS for the first time…by accident. fluff fluff fluff so much fluff
Word count: 1478
It was a pretty average day for you. You woke up in the morning thanks to your Mom’s morning call, cooked –or at least attempted to cook– some breakfast, ran some errands and now you’re walking through the BigHit doors.
This was actually your sixth month being part of the company. Saying it was an honor to be part of the company is an understatement, you were actually ecstatic and determined to become the best; You would do absolutely anything to keep your spot in the company.
The plastic bag that contained your take out moved alongside as you blissfully walked through the (for the most part) peaceful hallways.
“Good Afternoon,” a fellow employee greeted you as you passed by, giving you a smile and a little bow.
“Good Afternoon, Park Sajangnim,” you briefly stopped walking to bow, showing respect. Your boss (well, one of them at least) nodded in acknowledgement before continuing their journey.
A small breath escaped your lips, trying to calm your nerves down. Even though you were totally confident about your talent there was still a little doubt about whether you were cut out for the K-Pop idol life. In the attempt to calm yourself down you walk towards a white chair by the wall. You placed the take out on your lap, trying to regain yourself. Even little encounters like that still sparked a little anxiety within you; Even after six months and countless meetings with your sajangnim.
The plastic chair made a weird noise as you got up from it, your right hand once again hold the plastic bag. You forced a smile to your face knowing the endorphins would trick your mind into being happy again; Something you had gotten into the habit with ever since your science teacher talked about it.
Loud voices caught your attention before you’re able to walk off. A genuine smile stretched across your face as you spot familiar faces. It was the Bangtan Boys causing the ruckus, the same group that you had admired ever since you discovered them. Though after being part of the BigHit family for a couple of months now, you hadn’t had the honor of meeting them. With their busy schedules and yours as well, it was nearly impossible, but for some reason today felt right.
You could tell straightaway that Jimin was recording as Taehyung spoke to the camera. The halls were filled with the boys’ voices and laughter.
“Hey, are you new?” You felt your ears heat up as Namjoon acknowledged you. His eyes were intense, he payed attention, actually he gave you ALL the attention; It caused the word “overwhelming” seem like an understatement.
There was no escape now, so you walked closer to them. “Not really, sunbaenim.” You glanced down at your shoes trying to cool off.
As your eyes wandered to Taehyung you noticed that his stare lingered on you for a moment, sending chills down your spine and causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter.
‘Is this what love feels like?’ You thought to yourself before dismissing your emotions. After all it’s crazy to fall in love with someone just like that. Right?
“What’s your name?” This time you had the pleasure of hearing J-Hope’s voice.
“(Y/L/N), (Y/F/N),” you bowed your head. Your eyes met with the plastic bag that you still had. You teeth sank into your bottom lip regretting to have waited so long to eat it.
'It’s probably cold now,’ you mentally groaned.
As your eyes once again met with the group you noticed the curious stare. “I’m a trainee,” you hope to have answered their questions, “And I actually have to go now…” you looked down at your shoes then at them, “It was an honor meeting you all.” You bow once more before walking away.
However walking away wasn’t enough, your mind replayed the look Taehyung gave you. Your brain had a way of over romanticizing the moment, though a tiny part of you enjoyed every second of it. Deep in your heart you hoped to bump into him a lot more often.
The steady clicking sound of your flat heeled boots created a steady beat as you walked across the empty hallways of the company. It was late and you should have been asleep but for some reason you were not able to go to sleep. So, with your friend’s advice to tire yourself out, you decided to walk around the building while listening to classical music. Even though classical music was your guilty pleasure it also made you sleepy.
Your eyes glanced to the top of the phone’s screen; 12:34 AM.
“Oh, come on,” you groaned to yourself. You stood in the middle of the hallway, your neck snapped back as you stare at the ceiling. “Maybe I should count tiles,” you thought out loud already getting bored.
“Trouble sleeping?” A deep voice interrupted your train of thought, gaining your full attention. In front of you stood a sweaty Taehyung, he looked tired just like you, if not more. He wiped the sweat of his forehead with the collar of his shirt.
“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, mentally cursing yourself. “I-Umm, should probably be getting back?” You purse your lips together once the supposed confident response failed.
Taehyung’s hand grasped your hand before you could walk off. “I know a good way to fall asleep.”
The feeling of his touch against yours sent electricity up your arm and sped up your heart rate, the sudden feeling making you pull your hand away. “I don’t want to trouble you.”
Even with his tired eyes he was able to present you with one of his boxy smiles, “It’s no trouble.”
He extended his hand to you, even with many reasons telling you not to do it, you placed your small hand on his big hands. You never really quite understood the infatuation fans had with his hands but the moment your hands touched and you noticed the difference, it all made sense. When his hand wrapped around yours you felt those emotions your mom talked about when you asked her how she felt about your father.
Taehyung led you to a room close to where you both bumped into. It was an office with a round table in the middle and chairs surrounding it. On the middle of the table a gray projector sat next to a laptop. Taehyung didn’t waste time setting it up with the computer, before you knew it a video was playing.
“It’s a documentary on cell reproduction,” he mentioned, “Namjoon mentioned it to me once and I got pretty bored so this might help you sleep.”
You couldn’t help but you stifle a giggle, “Thank you.”
You walked up to a chair, but your eyes glance to the boy whose stare made you nervous. He watched you with a smile on his face, it was a subtle smile, not too big not too small. As you sat down you patted the neighboring chair, inviting the curious boy. He didn’t waste time to join you. He moved the chair next to you, the armrests touching each other.
He was right. The documentary was boring. You two ended up falling asleep within minutes.
“Ya! I told you he would be here!”
“He works fast…”
“Hobi let me see!”
“He’s going to hate you all for this.”
“I can’t believe he actually watched this!”
“Ya! Stop being so loud! You’re going to wake them up!”
“Yeah, 'cause your screaming won’t.”
“Shut up she’s waking up!” You fluttered your eyes open to see the Bangtan Boys intensely staring at you. As you rubbed your eyes, you notice the weight of someone against your shoulder. When you looked to the left you noticed Taehyung who was still sound asleep.
“Oh my,” you tried to carefully move his head without disturbing him. “Oh my,” you mumbled again finally moving his head as the group watched you struggle. Once you were up from your seat you bowed your head in embarrassment, “This isn’t what it looks like. I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Suga asked with an amused scoff.
You lifted your head up just as Jimin spoke. “This is pure entertainment.”
“This is kinda sweet actually,” Hoseok thought out loud as his attention rested on his phone.
“Agh,” you furrowed your eyebrows, “I have to go.” And you do without Taehyung stopping you this time.
Once you’re gone Taehyung raises his head, opening his eyes to see his hyungs and Jungkook with teasing smiles.
“You like her don’t you?” Jimin teased, his short finger poking maknae (by two months) Tae’s cheek.
“So what?” Taehyung slapped Jimin’s finger away.
“You met her yesterday,” Suga pointed out.
“It was love at first sight,” he joked, but deep down he was right. Though he had yet to discover it.
yo I know I said I’d do a bunch of phil ones but I wrote this AGES ago, it’s not even a request it’s just my dirty little mind writing fics when I’m bored so.. no one asked for this but here ya go anyway . Btw I just realised in every single one of my fics there have not been mentions of condoms and let’s make this clear, Y/N is always on birth control.
warnings: smut, swearing, public sex kink, daddy kink
notes: secondary school (high school and middle school combined if your American I think) au with bad boy!dan whoop (in this fic your wearing that classic school girl outfit, skirt and all
You stepped out of your last lesson, feeling relieved. It had been a long day at school and honestly all you wanted to do was sit and read on your own. You walked towards the library next to your school, bag in your back and book in hand. As you entered the familiar building, the warmth of the place greeted you with the smell of dust and candles. You wasted no time in finding your regular spot and sitting down, getting comfortable in the chair.
Suddenly, a large hand closed your book, making you jump. You looked up to lock eyes with no one other than Dan fucking Howell, the stand off rebel at school. He was smirking at you, and you hated to admit it but God, he was hot. He was wearing a black t-shirt, a black jacket over it and black jeans as usual. He had his earrings in, which made him look even more badass and hot. Snapping out of your haze, you glared at him.
“What do you want, Howell?” you spat, folding your arms.
“Oh nothing. I just wanted to say hi to the pretty girl” he replied, flashing you his signature flirtatious smile. You could feel yourself blushing and you hated that, so you scoffed and opened the book again. Dan frowned playfully at you, closing your book again forcing your attention. “Hey, maybe we could get out of here?” he suggested, winking at you. You were actually appalled by this suggestion but thankfully one of the library workers interrupted you.
“Daniel! I’ve been looking for you all over the place. Miss Taylor said you are supposed to be reorganising the books into alphabetical order for your detention, not tormenting this poor girl!” the librarian scolded. She smiled sympathetically at you and marched Dan away from you and towards her desk. You sighed in relief and continued reading, engrossed in the book.
Some time had passed and you hadn’t seen Dan again, which was amazing. If you spent another five minutes with him you would pounce, not able to resist that fucking smirk and his charm. But you must’ve spoken to soon as you heard footsteps come your way. “Y/N!” Dan’s voice called. You were surprised he even knew your name. Sure, you had some classes together, but he never even went to class and you were always incredibly quiet anyway.
“What now?” You asked, watching him approach you.
“Y/N, I can’t find the young adult fiction section and Miss Redd thinks you know where it is” he said, his voice innocent but a devilish smile on his face. You highly doubted that Miss Redd, who you assumed was the librarian would let him out of her sight, but you sighed and got up anyway, leaving your book and bag behind.
You led him to the section he wanted and were about to turn and head back to your little corner when he pressed you against the book shelf, his body close to you. “W-what’re you doing?” You stuttered, your breathing already ragged and he hadn’t even touched you.
He ignored your question, leaning even closer towards you. “Do you know,” he started, his hot breath on your neck, “how long I’ve wanted you?” he asked. You shook your head slightly, still shocked that this was happening. “Forever. Ever since I saw you, you and you’re pretty little face always buried in a book” he said, laughing. “I’ve wanted to fuck the innocence out of you and get you moaning my name like the good girl you are.“
Your eyes widened in confusion with a mix of excitement. Dan felt this way about you? He wanted you? Daniel James Howell… the boy you’d secretly liked since you were eight… wanted to ‘fuck the innocence out of you’. You shivered slightly at the thought and before you could stop yourself, you’d put your arms around him and pulled him closer. “Do it then. What’re you waiting for?”
With that, he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you softly, softer than you anticipated. It made you want to swoon. You kissed him back with new found confidence, tangling your fingers in his hair and closing your eyes. You could feel his tongue against your,s, expertly exploring your mouth. You pulled away for air, breathing heavily. Dan however didn’t seem to want to take a break as he attached his lips to your neck, sucking and biting on it. “D-dan” you moaned out, tugging on his hair which made him groan.
“Da,n, w’re in a library, we can’t… f-fuck” you breathed out as he reached your sweet spot.
“Yes we can. You just have to be a quiet little princess and not make noise” he said against your neck. You put your fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and pulled him closer, grinding against him slightly. He moaned in pleasure, pulling away from your neck and closing his eyes. You could feel his hard on pressing against your thighs, which made you even more desperate for him. He hitched your skirt up, immediately groaning when he saw the wet spot on your pants that made you blush yet again.
“You’re so wet Y/N” he said, his breath ragged and uneven. “Who made you this wet?” he asked, whispering into your ear now.
"Fuck, Daddy!” You moaned out before clamping your hands over your mouth in embarrassment. Dan looked up at you with the cockiest smirk ever.
"Did you just call me.. ‘daddy’?” He asked. He laughed to himself and said, “here I was, thinking you were sweet and innocent but you’re actually a kinky little slut”. You startled a bit at his choice of words. Was he insulting you? He must’ve seen the perplexed expression on your face and he quickly added, “it’s so fucking hot”
He smiled at you again, his dark eyes filled with lust. “On your knees now, princess” he demanded, pushing your shoulders down slightly. You obediently knelt down, undoing his belt and pulling down his jeans. His erection was standing tall, filling you with pride. “Get on with it then” he said, pulling your head closer to his crotch. You spotted a damp spot where pre cum had leaked and teasingly licked a stripe through his underwear, making him whimper.
"No teasing, baby” he whispered, a breathy sigh leaving his lips. You pulled his boxers down too and your mouth almost watered at the sight. Still deciding to tease, you licked a line on his slit, collecting all the droplets of pre cum on your tongue before taking him into your mouth, sucking gently. “Fuck Y/N, suck harder baby” he whined, tugging your hair. You hallowed your cheeks and took more of him in your mouth, soaking harder. He gripped the back of your hair, feverishly thrusting into your mouth.
“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum” he said, pulling your hair even harder. You pulled away from his cock and stood up.
“I want you to cum inside me, Daddy” you said, your voice laced with innocence .
"Oh fuck” he groaned, pulling your pants down hastily. “Shit, I will”. He teased you with the tip of his cock, rubbing it against your clit.
“Daddy please don’t tease” You begged.
“Oh baby, you don’t even know what that name does to me’ fuck” he moaned into your name, thrusting into you roughly. You screamed out, making Dan slam his hands over your mouth. “Shhh, we’re in a library” he whispered, winking at you. He thrusted into you again, this time even rougher and deeper, reaching areas you never thought reachable.
You moaned loudly, making his hand vibrate. “Faster” you cried out, his hand muffling your words.
“What did you say babygirl?” he asked removing his hand.
“I said fuck me faster, Daddy” you breathed out, overwhelmed by pleasure. He groaned at your words, going even faster, hitting your g spot over and over again. You could feel that familiar heat in your stomach as your orgasm began to build. “Daddy, I’m going to cum” you said, sneaking your hand under his shirt and scraping his back.
“Cum for daddy, princess. I want to feel your juices on my cock” he said, trying to bring you closer. It worked, and you felt your orgasm wash over you as he continued thrusting into you, riding out your high. He watched your facial expression of pure bliss and soon he was cursing as you felt his hot cum shoot in you. His hair was disheveled, his face was red, but in no other moment had he ever looked so sexy.
Pulling out of you, he kissed you again, this time gentle and sweet. “What was that for?” You questioned, grinning at him.
“You don’t think I’m just going to leave you now? You’re mine” he answered, pulling you close to him.
You smiled against his chest, your childhood dreams coming true before your very eyes. “Who knew such an innocent and pretty girl like you could play it dirty like that” he whispered, making you grin. “It’s all those books,” he continued, “you probably read erotic novels”
You scoffed at that. “Only losers read shit like that” you replied, rolling your eyes.
Summary: A silently growing attraction between Logan and (y/n) goes south when the rest of the team picks up on it.
Characters: Logan x reader, Charles Xavier, Storm, Scott
Warnings: Cussing (come on, he’s logan), kissing, loads of sexual tension.
* let’s play spot the “Logan” reference *
There wasn’t much anyone could dream of getting him to do on his own, and in more than half of the cases he would end up getting bribed. Among these was the complete unwillingness to do anything involving Scott (but of course that was a given), and in turn, the complete willingness to do anything involving (y/n). Like an unspoken oath, he’d flock to her side without the slightest hesitation. It of course went both ways. They’d gone from bitter acquaintances to the most functional pair of partners to ever work together in Xmen history. Charles was naturally the first to pick up on it one night in the dining hall. Minding his business at the head of the table, scraping around his chicken tortilla soup, Charles caught sight of (y/n) as she made her way into the space.
“Evening, (y/n).” He said with a smirk already on his face.
As if on cue, Charles watched as an explosion of fireworks went off in Logan’s head. His lips parted as his palms got clammy, and his eyes grew so wide so fast Scott wondered whether or not he was gonna pass out. Those sitting around them at the other end of the table all exchanged looks among themselves and with Charles, watching Logan bloom like a goddamned flower in springtime.
“Hi everyone,” she smiled, taking her seat and draping her napkin over her lap, Logan still eyeing her like she was the last piece of cherry pie.
Just before she was ready to eat, she shot a smooth smile in Logan’s direction who was opposite of her. He quickly pulled his eyes away and glued them onto his untouched meal. The others at the table continued to exchange smirks and jumping brows in silence before a conversation arose. Throughout the length of this conversation that traversed around them, energy stayed fluctuating between Logan and his (y/n). Whether it be a simple glance or a smirk or a subtle movement beneath the table, they were making it more and more difficult for the other to focus on their dinner. Every time they caught sight of the other their knees got weaker and weaker and the temperature of the room increased by at least three degrees. Logan looked up from his plate, flashed his eyes like they were lasers just to return them to his steak.
Don’t fucking tease me. She thought, squeezing her fist in a vain attempt to be rid of some of the physical urges she was having.
Return the favor. Came the too familiar tone of the man himself whom was sitting and watching intently.
Charles, get out of my head. Not the time. She rolled her eyes, shooting an annoyed side eyed stare over at her professor.
Give him a taste of his own medicine. Charles smirked.
This isn’t a game, this is barely a conversation.
Look to your left.
Which she did and was greeted with all the eyes of her fellow team mates, all silently jabbing her on to listen to Charles and make something happen. (Y/n) rolled her eyes one last time, this time very violently, suddenly arriving at the realization she had been having a long hard day as it was and would rather be anywhere but where she was sitting.
“Excuse me,” She kicked out her chair and left the room in silence with Logan longing for her to stay, his eyes glued to her in dread as she disappeared beyond his view.
In her wordless rage there had been one thing that (y/n) hadn’t accounted for. Upon her leave, all Logan could think of was if it was something he had said or did ….blaming himself for chasing her out of his pleasureful view.
“Was it something I said?” Logan asked the table a few minutes after her exit.
“Logan you didn’t even talk to her.” Scott remarked earning a trademarked Logan glare.
“Perhaps she is tired,” Charles started, pausing to take in a spoonful of soup. “She’s not quite used to the entire weight of the world resting upon her shoulders quite yet, you know.”
“Maybe I should talk to her-”
“No,” Logan said, interrupting Aurora. Once he had heard the great tone his voice had taken, he cleared his throat and pushed out his chair. “I’ll go.”
Logan downed the last of his beer as the rest watched him in stunned silence. With a perfect posture he never wore and an adapted walk of determination, he left the room before the chatter started once more.
“Good work, Aurora.” Charles pointed his champagne glass at her. “I feel a change in the winds on this fine evening.”
(Y/n) made her way through the sleepy dorms and hallways, making sure her boots didn’t wake the youngsters up.
“Go to bed, Cherry.” (Y/n) ordered, passing a small redhead standing groggily by a door. (Y/n) patted her on the head without stopping.
She quietly climbed the stairs, passing Hanks room to which she was extraordinarily careful not to make even the tiniest noise. She stepped onto practical balcony on the upper east side of the school. It was elevated just enough to see past the treetops and not have to look at any far away buildings. The nighttime was the perfect place to sit and watch as the pines danced in the moonlight. What an amazing location to share with someone ….a very specific someone whom she had never had the chance to shared it with. She leaned over the railing, elbows propping her up, and let the wind take control of her hair, her locks swirling in the wind.
He seems quite distressed, my dear. I’m afraid you’ve upset him.
She groaned. Charles you gotta warn me when you do that it freaks me out!
Logan is laboring under the delusion that he has upset you.
He’s not the one that upset me.
Whatever the case may be, he has left us to find you.
Her head dropped into her hands, feeling the twinge of humiliation she wasn’t quite used to yet. It’s late ….he won’t even know where to look. But of course that wasn’t entirely true. Logan knew her well enough to know how special that balcony was to her. It was like an outlet and a safe place all rolled into one.
“You okay?” she heard the gruff, raspy voice travel in from behind her, where there he stood, leaning against the large door frame like a true romantic.
“You’re not why I left.” She said flatly over her shoulder.
“Sorta figured that bit out for myself. No idiot, (y/n).”
“I know, Logan.”
A few more seconds of silence and it was time for Logan to start closing in. When she heard his footsteps coming toward her she couldn’t decide whether to dread it or savor it, it was like every emotion she felt was a dead end and she kept turning back to try again. He mimicked her and leaned over the railing except he wasn’t facing the trees, he was facing her. She didn’t dare to return his stare or even acknowledge it. Logan struggled with whether or not she thought this was one of his moves. Maybe that was true, maybe he secretly wanted this small gesture to get him noticed and get him into the game, but all he cared about then was to just look at her. To watch the way she moved and breathed ….imagine what would be different the closer he got.
“They can be assholes.” Logan offered.
“Water is wet. Grass is green.”
He sighed, shifting to face the trees, eyes following.
“Something’s off lately. You’re distant, well, more than usual. I know you’re not gonna talk about it, that’s for sure. But I notice these things, you know.”
“Yeah.” She offered, still staring forward. “This team sure doesn’t miss anything, do they.”
“Huh?” His boots shifted on the tile.
(Y/n) sighed trying to get her hair out of her face. “No one in this school can keep their fucking noses out of other people’s business! It’s like they’re so bored out of their damn minds they get all their entertainment out of other people’s lives!”
“What exactly do they have trouble staying out of, here?” He asked, half expecting what he thought about 24/7.
Oh god she said it. Oh god now it was out in the open. What the fuck was gonna happen now?
He was looking at her like she had just confessed to a murder, wide eyes staring her down and making her knees wobble.
She inhaled, trying not to pass out. “Ya see, I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but I know there’s something. Right?”
Logan was so stunned he could barely talk. He had been so preoccupied in his feelings for her he hadn’t stopped to think about whether or not she knew about them. He opened his mouth but no words came out, his mind was at a stop sign and the light wasn’t flashing green.
“Uhm, w-who-what are you talking about? Us? Wasn’t aware there was an us ….at least not yet.”
“Well, yeah I mean I’ve known you for so long and ….this is the closest thing I’ve had to a possible us in a long time. But with Charles and the others ….their pestering is driving me insane. They want us together like it shouldn’t even be up to us.”
“I uh-” Logan cleared his throat and reached up to nervously scratch the back of his neck. “I can’t say I feel too differently about you …but I also can’t say that I agree with them.”
Her heart dropped down to the floor. She sought to conceal it and try to brush it off and convince herself that he was right. “Okay ….”
“It’s just with everything that’s going on lately and the known situation of our ever changing lives, starting something like that ….it won’t end well.”
“Right,” she shifted to look at her hands as they wrapped and unwrapped themselves around each other.
Logan was panicking seeing her face. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Yeah, I get it Logan.” She said quietly and turned to leave before she felt his hand wrap around her forearm. “What the fuck!”
“I’m not doing this to hurt you!” He shouted gruffly, in a voice that was so low it was barely a voice.
“Don’t yell at me! I don’t need this shit! Don’t treat me like you’re letting me down easy. I’m not stupid, I see the way you look at me.” She pulled her arms out from him, and fixed the sleeve on her leather jacket.
“I’m not bein’ charitable here, I’m tryna save your life.” He pleaded still shouting.
“Yes, because I’m not at all capable of taking care of myself. I know what I want, and I know for damn sure what you want. But you’re not gonna take it for yourself because you’re locked in your dumb ass temple of soldierly righteousness that it won’t let you see me for what I am; someone who is so fucking in love with you that they’d rather leave this place all together than not be with you.”
“Bad things happen to people I care about!”
She straightened her back and paused to try and keep the tears behind her eyes. But then, right before she turned around to leave, she said something in the softest yet fiercest voice she had ever heard. “Then I’ll be fine.”
Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, with so much force and determination, Logan took four steps forward and swung her around by her arm, landing her right into him. He kissed her, and damn did he kiss her well. The fire in her chest withered away as she sunk into him, feeling his hand come up the back of her neck, the other still latched onto her arm which were on his chest. Neither of them wanted it to stop, wishing they could stay like that for the rest of their lives. When she finally pulled away they weren’t sure how long it had been. His lips trailed after hers as her arms came up around his neck.
“So you do love me.” She said softly.
“Yeah ….” He nodded slowly, his face was complete with a big set of puppy eyes trailing all over her features and a smile that was so god damn soft and sweet she couldn’t help but kiss him again.
This time she lunged into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was up against the door frame in a matter of seconds. His jacket had gone past his shoulders and was already on the tile.
“They’re all gonna wanna know.” (Y/n) pulled away.
“I wished I cared.” She laughed as he backed her into the wall, his hands arching her back as he buried his lips in her neck.
“About damn time, Howlett!” She smiled from ear to ear. He was doing the same thing back to her, oh how she loved the way he smiled up close. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this.”