#god. i hate it. i mean hell one of my friends goes on n on abt hating dream but they love their fuckin family
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The new blood.
Percy Jackson x Athenas!Son!Reader. (Just a small idea)
-£ been reading the books lately and the thought of Percy have a crush it just too adorable that I can’t resist. I wanna take him under my wing- No. all half bloods because they deserve good parents.
-£ Warnings: Young love, First meeting, first male crush, Percy being love stroke.
Percy Jackson was somewhat of the new gossip around camp. Though you hated gossip, the rumors about him interested you. While your favorite sister, Annabeth would watch him while he slept, you just listened to her at the end of the night. He was interesting but not enough to pull you away from training.
That was until you saw him for the first time. Golden hair shining as the sun shines down on him, his awkward stand while talking to your friend Luke and the others from his cabin. He was so…Unlike what you thought in your head.
“Luke,” you jogged over to the group and stood beside percy. The older boy smiled at you, “Y/n, pleasure to see you out.” You send him a teasing smile and then look away at the boy your height.
“And you are?” Raising a brow he shifted uncomfortably between his feet. It was weird to see him just standing there looking at you with his mouth open, ears turning red. “What? Is it mute?” You snap you fingers in front of his face.
Luke chuckles and pushes your hand down to protect percy and give him some space. “He’s overwhelmed, remember when you got here?” Those words took all the attention off Percy to Luke, which the smaller demigod was thankful for.
Percy felt himself catch the breath he didn’t know he lost, his eyes never leaving your face. Which god had bless you? Oh man, this was new. Too new…What the hell was that feeling. He thought to himself as his heart raced.
“I remember kicking you down actually, remember Luke?” You smirked. He was fun to play around with because he was like your mentor. Annabeth and you grew quickly as did you and Luke, you thought of him as family to.
“I remember winning that fight?” He pointed out and you just turned away.
“But on my first day? I mean i could beat you now-” you laughed when Luke wrapped his around your shoulder and started to play with your hair as he messed it up.
“You see this Percy? This is a wild Demi god, be careful,” he started as he put his hand near your mouth and you snapped at him, “They bite.” Once he was done he let you go. You brushed yourself off and your cheeks heated up, you felt embarrassed.
“I let you do that.” Luke nodded and played aloud. You fixed your hair and stood up straight to regain your confidence, “Percy,” you looked at him and step closer as his breath hitches again.
“Welcome to camp, hope I see you at the training grounds. We’ll see if your as interesting as your stories.” And with that you walked away before anyone could stop you as Percy just watched you. Maybe it was weird but he didn’t really care, you seemed cool.
The only thing that could pull Percy out of his thoughts was when Luke wrapped a arm around his shoulders. Which he was glad he didn’t get the same treatment as you, “That’s Y/n. He’s one of Athens golden, I’d watch out.”
Percy burned up and turned a whole new shade of red, “I don’t care- I um, let’s figure out what I’m good at.” Percy smiles up at him to change the subject quickly.
“Well, for starters I know y/n goes to-” Percy rolled his eyes as the boy started to list off the things you’re good at and do around here.
#percy Jackson x reader#hbo pjo x reader#hbo percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson and the olympians x reader#annabeth chase#Luke castellan#percy jackson x male reader
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OMG I LOVED UR STAN AND KYLE BSF HEADCANNONS!! Can i req one with the main four, like what its like to be in a group w/ them?? have an amazing day <33
BEING IN A FRIEND GROUP WITH SOUTH PARKS MAIN 4
pairings; stan, kyle, kenny, cartman x fem!reader (all aged up 18+)
summary; chaotic friend group hc's!
warnings; cussing
a/n; hi and ty hope you have an amazing day too!!
key colors; blue= stan green= kyle orange= kenny red= cartman pink= reader
late night skate boarding with them. it's always cartman who texts you guys to go. in reality he only wants to go to just to start shit. in my opinion kenny is the best skater out of y'all. but cartman is the worst💀. "you guys you guys look im gonna go down the ramp!!" "cartman that isn't a good idea your not ready-" "WAAAAAHHHHH" laughter is coming out from you, stan, and kenny. kyle wants to laugh but he ain't risking it😭. "GAWDAMMIT KYLE IM BEAT YOUR J-" cartman stops himself because he knows damn well not to rip on kyle in front of you. so he switches up real fast 🙄. "you guys i seriously think i broke a bone" "whatever cartman you just switched up cause you know y/n would kick your ass" 5 minutes kenny is teaching you, stan, and kyle a trick. "ok so next you gotta-" "get a room lovebirds i mean come on🙄" "CARTMAN STFU!!" "yeah dude stay mad because your not psychically able to do any of this🥱" this all happens in less than 15 minutes, like why can't y'all just be a nice friend group😭. moments later stan was about to go off a ramp. UNTIL HIS WHEELS BROKE OFF THE SKATEBOARD. i wonder who unscrewed them..... "AAAUAGHHHHHH" "DON'T WORRY STAN I GOTCHU!!" and there he was, stanly marsh in your arms. "W rizz stan or nah😏" stan could feel his face heating up fr. "damn dude that should've been me not stan😔" "kenny shut the hell up💀" "wait a minute where's cartman he literally almost killed stan tf????" cartman isn't trying to get his ass kicked in front of people so he ditched and went home. classic cartman.
karaoke night. you guys are definitely singing 2000's songs. but it always seems like you guys get interrupted no matter what. karaoke night was started by cartman, which is so surprising?? "I WANNA HOLD'EM LIKE THEY DO IN TEXAS, PLEASE" "FOLD'EM LET'EM HIT ME RAISE IT BABY STAY WITH M-" stan and kyle always hating cause you and cartman sound a little too good. "BOOO GET OFF THE STAGE" "YA MY EARS ARE BLEEDING" "OH FUCK OFF GUYS LET US SING" "you guys have been singing this same song for 2 hours bruh😭" "2 minutes kenny get it right" they just hating cause they can't handle real talent. sometimes when the karaoke gets intense you guys act like judges for americas got talent💀. "is this kenny mccormick from south park colorado?" "yes" "and what will you be doing today?" "YOUR MOM AHAHA" "disqualified poor people can't seem to have talent" "CARTMAN WTF" "NEXT" "no wait i'll sing with him" "oh god" if kyle and stan think you and cartman sound a little too good. JUST WAIT UNTIL THEY HERE YOU AND KENNY. "THIS ONE IS FOR THE BOYS WITH THE BOOMIN SYSTEM" "TOP DOWN AC WITH THE COOLER SYSTEM" super bass by nicki minaj is y'alls go to song. every time you guys finish that song your out of breath and laugh so much😭. "AND THE CROWD GUYS MILD🔥" "NEXT" "cartman we are done playing americas got talent" "dude let me and kyle sing next we haven't sung at all🥹" "fine" "ah hell nah it better not be anything emo💀" *30 seconds later every one starts singing* "BUT IM A CREEP" "IM A WERIDO" "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOIN' HERE" "I DON'T BELONG HERE" suddenly the tv, microphones, and speaker goes out?? "LISTEN UP BITCHES IM NOT HAVING AN ALCOHOLIC, A JEW, A FATHERLESS DAUGHTER, AND A HOMELESS POOR BOY SING RADIOHEAD AT MY HOUSE‼️‼️" guess who got jumped that night🤔???
#south park#south park x reader#south park x y/n#south park x you#stan marsh#kyle broflovski#kenny mccormick#eric cartman#stan marsh x reader#kyle broflovski x reader#kenny mccormick x reader#eric cartman x reader#stan marsh x y/n#kyle broflovski x y/n#kenny mccormick x y/n#eric cartman x y/n
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One of my friends had requested this but she doesn’t have tumblr but I thought I might as well post it on here.
IN WHICH,
the greasers/gang reacts to how you hug them out of no where.
!! WARNINGS !!
Just a slight bit of cussing and a lot of fluff. Enjoy!
Darrel Curtis
- oh lover boy
- would kinda freak out ngl
- but he enjoys your hugs
- he’s not really affectionate himself but he can and also will hug you back if he had the meaning too
- he thinks it’s really sweet of you to just give him a hug like that
Sodapop Curtis
- he is probably DYING to get a hug from you
- once he did, he was happy, like very very happy
- he couldn’t explain it
- just like Darry, he enjoys your hugs, a lot
- not to mention but bro is the type of one to have you in a death grip, and won’t let go until you can’t breathe
- Stan Sodapop, he’s the type of one to grab YOUR ass while hugging you 😭
Ponyboy Curtis
- just a hug of reassurance would be good for once in a while
- but this time it wasn’t out of reassurance
- it was out of love actually
- that boy was shocked
- he loves your hugs, he wishes he can stay in your arms all day
- but, he can’t:c
Johnny Cade
- this boy would do ANYTHING to get his hands on affection but he is somewhat scared someone is going to hurt him after what his parents did to him
- you hugged him and told him that everything was going to be okay, and that you weren’t going to let no one hurt him anymore
- he struggles to show how he feels so you randomly hugging him out of no where lets him open up a bit
- he loves your hugs too much to be honest, he’s so affectionate starved
- but is careful around other people when you hug him because he doesn’t want to get you NOR him jumped because that’s his biggest fear
Steve Randle
- god, can you handle the Randle?
- I sure as hell can’t
- giving this man a hug is like asking for a death wish
- he’s just like soda, he’ll hug you back but when he hugs you, it’s like you’re gonna die from suffocation
- but he’s really sweet about you giving him random hugs
- he thinks it’s adorable
Two-Bit Matthews
- hehe you like giving hugs to Two-Bit Matthews
- he’s so sweet and passionate about it, you can’t get over it- what???
- craves your touch fr
- he’s always talking about you to the rest of the gang about how you just give him random ass hugs out of no where and he won’t SHUT UP.
“You know, my girlfriend gives me hugs randomly- and I love them so much, just like the feeling of her on me makes me wanna scream- and I can’t explai-“
“SHUT UP TWO-BIT, YOU TALK TOO MUCH, WONDER WHY WE DIDNT CALL YOU TWO-SHITS 🙄😒”
“🙁🙏”
- yeah and it goes a little something like that
Dallas Winston
- Dally, Dally, Dally.
- he hates affection. (No he wouldn’t have a soft side for you. Unless it’s out of character.)
- but he likes them, somewhat.
- it’s kinda confusing to tell if he likes them or he’s just cringing
- sometime he needs that hug too no matter what he’s going through
- but he doesn’t like the feeling, of love actually after what happened with him and Sylvia.
- there’s a slight 5% chance he’ll hug you back but most of the time he will just wrap an arm around you or he doesn’t hug back.
A/N: thank you for reading this as it my first headcannon post. Normally when I post these, it’s on Wattpad or something else, but this one just kinda felt special with me, you know? anyways, bye!!!
#dallas winston#dally winston#the outsiders#ponyboy curtis#the outsiders ponyboy#johnny cade#two bit mathews#steve randle#darrel curtis#im gay#I need Matt Dillion oiled up in my bed for my birthday#stay gold#the outsiders x reader
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music and mishaps || P2 || T.C.
summary: You and Tara hit it off at her place with small talk and movies. Everything is going well. On the other hand, Sam hates you. And she hopes to do something about it.
no warnings!
part i || part ii
word count - 1.7k
It was now the next day. And you had yet to bump into Tara. If you had to admit - you did miss her. What’s not to miss about her?
From the time you’ve known her so far, she’s been nothing but hard to crack, but that’s fine for you. You took it as an excuse to get to know her more.
You knew some things about her. Through Anika of course. She would hang around Mindy’s little friend group, that friend group including Tara, and she would tell you bits but pieces about each and every one of them.
You only were focused on what Tara did.
Call yourself obsessed. Maybe you were, maybe you weren’t. But apart of you is glad that you bumped into the shorter girl, because she changed your mind schedule a lot.
Everyday was the same. eat, sleep, go to class, repeat.
Now it’s eat, sleep, (not before thinking about tara) then sleep.
You currently were outside sitting on one of the benches alone, one leg sprawled out on it while the other hung low, listening to music, scribbling down god knows what in your journal. It was a free period, and this is how you liked to spend it.
But what you didn’t notice was someone approaching you.
You felt a shove on your shoulder, followed by an “oomph” from you.
You quickly glanced up, and took your headphones off.
It was Tara.
“What the hell was that for?” You said.
“Don’t play dumb with me Y/N. How do you know my last name, hm? I don’t even know you that well! We’re only on a first name basis.” She spat.
Shit.
You didn’t mention the Anika part.
You stammered.. “I.. I- Um from my roommate, Anika. She hangs with you and your friends sometimes. I only know you because she told me and every one of you guys’ names. That plus i’ve seen you around, but I swear, i’m no stalker!”
You put your hands up in surrender. Cause if looks would kill right now, boy you’d be dead.
Tara sighed a breath of relief.
“Well why didn’t you tell me that, huh?” She asked, now giving you a smile.
“It would’ve came up eventually! I mean, that is.. if we hung we hung out more.” You smirked at her.
She squinted, “You asking me out, Y/N?”
Shit. Was this too fast? Nah.. Wait - maybe. Ugh. You didn’t know.
“I- Um.. No. i’m not asking you out!” You said wave of panic in your voice.
You could’ve sworn Tara’s face dropped at that statement.
She swung her bag a little more on her shoulder since it was falling and sighed.
“Well I would like to hang out with you more.. and i’m free today… but..” She said, dragging out the last of her sentence.
“But what?” You said a little too quickly.
“My sister, Sam. She’s so overprotective of me. And I would totally you invite you over for a movie or something, but I dunno how she’d react.”
You cocked your head to the side, “She can’t be that bad, Tara.”
“Trust me. She is.” She deadpanned.
“Okay, well.. why don’t we try it out? One night. If it goes bad, we can plan something else out.” You really hoped Tara would agree. Deep down inside you wanted this.
Little did you know she did too.
Tara bit her lip and looked down at you.
“Okay, fine. Come by at 7. Deal?” She asked you.
“Deal.”
And man, were you wrong about it not being, “that” bad. Sam let you in, only because of the pleas from Tara. Since then she’s been eyeing you down. As if she’s about to lunge at you at some point.
She was very intimidating.
But apart from that, you and Tara settled on, “The Babadook.” She stated as her favorite horror movie ever. You called it trash, saying that it wasn’t real horror, and Tara almost killed you for that.
You both were sitting on the couch unbelievably close. Too close for Sam’s liking, but the two of you didn’t care.
It was getting awkward. The tension was something.
You sat beside Tara legs touching, and fingers brushing. God you two were lost puppies.
You decided to speak up.
“So…” You couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m actually pretty glad you bumped into me.”
Tara glanced back at you. “Really?” She smiled. “Couldn’t say the same.” She joked.
“Oh, okay.. ouch.” You said, placing a hand to your heart.
“Just kidding. I’m glad I bumped into you too. You’re cool, y’know.” Tara smiled sheepishly at you.
“How come?”
“I dunno.. I just.. I like the way you carry yourself around school. You and your little headphones, and your journal, it’s just I couldn’t picture anyone I know doing that. You’re special.” You blushed at her words.
“And here I was thinking you were a tough cookie to crack, Carpenter.” You laughed. “But, seriously. I am really glad. I… fuck this is so embarrassing to admit but I don’t really have a close clique to be by here. That’s why i’m always by myself.” You admitted.
Tara looked at you wide eyed. Almost speechless.
“I thought you had Anika.” Tara said.
“Oh please, Anika’s a sweetheart. But maybe too much of one. I like a little roughness here and there.”
“Roughness, huh?” Tara jabbed you in your side playfully.
“Oh, shut up.” You laughed.
Though the Babadook was playing in the background you two were kicking it off just as fine with each others words. If anyone looked at you guys right now they’d think you were a couple.
But the two of you would never admit that you wanted that to be true.
Never.
Sam still kept her eye on you guys from a distance. She didn’t like you. She didn’t like any newcomers. And she could tell you were gonna be hard to push away, so she had to make an effort.
Execute you from Tara’s life.
If Tara was being honest, you made her forget about her past..Ghostface, Chad, Mindy.. She felt normal again. Normal since Amber. And no one thought she could get over her as easy. Considering she called her, her rock.
But she didn’t wanna tell you about that anytime soon.
Not while what you two had going on was going great.
And she hoped it would stay that way.
A/N - Jeez, Sam..
Sorry this chapter came a little later than expected. It’s not my best but considering how well the last one did I had to make a part two!! Love u guys!!
-aur
#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x you#tara carpenter x fem reader#musicandmishaps
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second, never first
part one | part two | part three | part four
chris x fem!reader
summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.
warnings - underage drinking, throwing up, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol and yes i am 18) currently not proofread or written with pristine punctuation
word count - 2500+?? (i know its long but i had a bunch of ideas for the beginning)
this is also my first story so pls be kind :) also just wanted to mention that i wouldn’t have the courage to write and post if it werent for other writers on this app so i would just like to tag and thank a few accounts who inspired me to write<3
@lovingmattysposts @flowerxbunnie @strniohoeee @lacysturniolo @strawberrysturniolo @flynnriderishot @stuniolobbg 
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for as long as i could remember, being the second option was all i knew. just always being the backup, never the go to.
this constant course of events led to my passion of reading and writing, pretty much consuming myself with content or sources that provided me with a sense of belonging, or just putting myself into a different reality.
i always had been drawn to romance. its a un-comforting comfort for me, if that makes sense. i love reading about it and watching movies about it but love just seemed so out of reach. im sure many people feel this way but i just believe there are certain people in the world that just go through life without any sort of romantic experiences. now while that may be true i also think thats just something i made up in my head to comfort myself from the fact that i have never had a single romantic experience, ever. i mean im 17 years old and havent even had my first kiss. hell i havent even held hands with a boy.
that of course all changed during my senior year.
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“oh my god look at what cody sent me” anna says.
anna is my best friend, though at times she felt like my biggest competition. she is everything im not. constantly talking to boys, what people consider ‘boy pretty’, very out going and popular. the fun one.
i look over at her phone to see a text from one of the many boys shes talked to in the past year “i thought you guys were done?” i say
“yeah were not talking like that anymore but i still talk to him here and there” she says
“i dont know if thats the best idea, i mean if you guys keep talking hes probably going to get the wrong impression”
“your such a buzz kill sometimes” she says slightly annoyed. i stay silent. I might sound like a complete bitch here but when your friend is constantly talking or complaining about guy, a, b and c you eventually get bored and exhausted of hearing about it, I try my hardest to be understanding when she brings up guys, but I’m apparently never supportive enough to her standards. I suppose she wants me to be there and give her advice but what do I have to offer to that conversation?
we were driving through the school parking lot to park in our usual spot next to chris.
chris is, well complicated. ive known him since 7th grade and hated him up until about 3 months ago when senior year started. the friendship started off with him just parking next to my car everyday and him just pestering me all the time but the longer we kept parking together, the more we grew to enjoy our casual conversations.
we both roll down our windows.
“morning” i say waving at him, anna does the same “hey, i wanna skip first block if you guys are down” he says “you know i would never say to to that” anna says “ehh i dont know about today i have a bio project i need to work on and didnt getting the planning sheet so i should probably head in” i say
“alright, anna come on i wanna get mcdonalds” chris says tapping on his passenger seat.
“looks like its just us this morning! y/n me and chris can just go get food and ill bring you back something for lunch” anna says turning to me.
“ill see you guys at lunch” i say grabbing my bag and locking my car doors as anna gets in to chris’ car and they drive off.
if you havent caught the weird passive tone from anna, thats how she was. no matter how much i tried she always had to be the centre of attention . i honestly dont even think she does it on purpose. i love her and she is my best friend but i just find her insufferable at times, its just who she is. chris is a great friend to me but i always caught the vibe that chris liked anna or at least thought she was hot. which is also why i think he treats her with more respect than me.
now when i said we grew to like eachother i left out a slight detail.
even though i hated chris for most of high school for the way he treated me and constantly teased me, i couldnt help myself from starring at him from time to time as he talked or even looking at his hands. not only was he visually pleasing he could be really sweet and the conversations we shared were really meaningful at times. was he attractive, yes. was he a complete asshole to me for years and still hasnt apologized, yes. did i completely fall head over heels for him when he began to show me his nice side, sadly yes.
its so cliche but i fell for my “bully” so to speak. i hated myself for it but what i hated even more was how much i let my feelings for him effect how i saw myself even more as the second option. if it came down to it and me anna and him were the only people in the world he would still fuck anna before he even though about kissing me.
i know that i might only feel this way towards him simply because hes the only male thats shown me any attention at all. though it hasnt always been positive or romantic it was still something that i had never experienced from a male before.
like i said, second option.
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i finish up my final class and head out to my car and wait for anna who is doing god knows what considering i drive her home everyday after school. while waiting for anna, chris gets into his car and starts it to heat up as it is the beginning of winter. i watch what hes doing through his car window as he scrolls on his phone for a sec and then storms into the backseat of my car, always the backseat.
my head whips around to look at him and he looks annoyed. “why do you look mad” i say. “look at what this bitch said to me” he says leaning up to the middle console shoving his phone in my face and i read texts from a girl hes talking to.
friday 3:14pm
alice: chris i cant keep talking to you
chris: what do you mean
alice: i mean that i cant keep talking to you what were doing is messing with my head and i dont want to be a victim of one of your fuck and dumps
chris: im sure i have many other girls who would kill to be in your position
alice: then go have them i dont want to be apart of your sick and twisted hookups
“ok wow” i say my eyes wide “i didnt even know you were talking to alice”
“well now you do, and im not anymore apparently” he says throwing his arms up as he sinks in to the middle seat. “we have been fucking since the halloween party, remember when i kissed her infront of you?” he says in a duh tone.
ah yes halloween. the night i went home crying after said kiss was shared infront of my face.
“yes i remember” i say blankly.
“we were supposed to hangout tonight but she decided to blow me off, i was ready to get my dick wet but i guess ill just have to be fucking boring alone” he says as i make a disgusted face.
“well i dont know what to te-“ i was cut off by anna coming into the car.
“ok sorry i took so long but i was just getting the details for a party tonight!” she says out of breath. chris sits up at the news, “maybe i will get my dick wet then.” he says smirking and jokingly raising his eyebrows.
“what? alice blew you off already.” anna says turning to chris. i dont bother questioning why anna knew and i didnt because im sure i know answer.
“yep and im scoring tonight.” he says fake punching the air as me and anna giggle.
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anna and i finished getting ready at her place, her wearing jeans and a hot pink tank top and me in black jeans and a white long sleeve crop top. i stare at myself in the mirror when i hear annas phone go off with a text from chris.
friday 10:27pm
chris: here
“anna! chris is here!” i yell grabbing my phone and my drinks for the night from my bag and start making my way downstairs as i hear her close behind me. i tie up my shoes as i hear her grab her drinks from her fridge and say bye her parents. i wave goodbye to her parents as well and we make our way out to chris’ car.
upon entering were greeted by matt, chris’ brother in the passenger seat.
“hey matt i didnt know you were coming out tonight!” i say smiling at him as loud music blasts from chris’ speakers.
“yeah nicks also going so i just tagged along, plus i need to drive you guys home since chris is drinking tonight.” he says lightly punching chris in the arm. “oh yeah, speaking of nick where is he?” i say. “nicks already there he came with his friends.” i nod in response and sit back starting to chug down one of my drinks. i may be a buzz kill in annas eyes but i knew how to party and loved drinking with my friends.
matt is chris’ triplet brother along with nick. i never really got to know his brothers all that well, i just know that matt has become a lot more comfortable around me and anna as we have started to spend more time with chris.
once we arrive to the party me and anna walk around to see whos there and we meet up with some of our other friends. i can see chris from across the room laughing and talking to nick and matt.
the night goes on and i finish my fourth cooler of the night and head out to the car to grab another. when i step outside the cool air hits me and i instantly regret the 2 shots of tequila i had on top of the fruity coolers i had throughout the night. shivering and rubbing my arms i continue walking to chris’ car to sit down for a sec and when i reach the backseat i see chris’ naked back and steamy windows. i take a step back once i realize whats happening.
i knew he was going to end up fucking someone tonight since thats what he said his plan was but i did not need to fucking see it. hes not mine for the taking obviously, but seeing him constantly with girls just hurt.
i turn around to walk back into the house but suddenly feel sick to my stomach. i hunch over and throw up in the middle of the road. i cough and collapse to my knees continuing to gag as strings of spit come out of my mouth. i hear a car door shut behind me as i try to stand up wiping my mouth. i feel arms grab my waist and pick me up bridal style and thats the last thing i remember before everything went black.
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i wake up in a car with the same clothes on from the party, still drunk, my hair crispy and the smell of cologne. i look around me and realize its chris’ backseat im laying in but its still pitch black out.
i hear faint voices outside and the door my head is resting on swings open and my head flys back.
“holy shit chris are you trying to kill her” i hear matts voice. “shut up, i didn’t know you put her head there.” chris says as he starts pulling me out of the car.
“chris” i say quietly. “holy shit your awake” he says leaving me to sit up. “yeah i am, what happened. i think i- blacked out.” i say slurring my words.
“well i was in the middle of getting with summer-“ he says getting on his knees to talk to me better “and i just heard gagging outside the car and it was bothering me and i looked outside the car and you were bent over on the middle of the road throwing up. i just grabbed you and told summer to fuck off and put you in the car while i grabbed matt and anna.”
“oh my god” i say as i nod off.
“woah woah stay with us here, chris lets get her inside now” matt says placing my head back up.
“where is anna?” i question.
“we had to drop her home and bring you to our house since she said her parents couldn’t see you like this.”
“of course” i say
classic anna.
“what time is it?” i ask rubbing my eyes.
“2:44am” chris grunts taking me out of the car.
“ok lets get you inside” chris says pulling me up to stand. “you think you can walk inside?” he says still holding me up. “ill try.”
he lets go of me and i slowly make it up to the front of their house but start wobbling once i reach the steps and feel both matt and chris grab either side of me and help me up to the front door. matt holds on to my arm as he uses the house key to get inside and i walk in.
they walk me over to the living room couch and i slump over resting my head on the arm rest of the couch.
“where is she going to sleep?” matt says. “my room obviously.” chris says as i smile to myself.
“come on y/n” he says picking me up again and bringing me to his room to lay on his bed. “im gonna give you clothes to change into since yours are covered in vomit.” he says opening drawers. i nod my head as my eyes close.
he tosses me a big white shirt with some graphic designing on it “can you dress yourself or-“ i cut him off “yea- yeah i got it” i say sitting up right and hiccup.
he turns around so i can change into the shirt. i begin taking my long sleeve off and i get one arm off before i get stuck. “chris, help” i say quietly and he turns around to see me with my arms slouched and my eyes closed. he rushes over “lift up your arms” he says pulling my hands up. i hold them up as he grabs the hem of my shirt and slowly pulls up. i admire chris as he pulls off the shirt completely throwing my shirt across the room all while being careful not to look at me.
he grabs his shirt and places it gently over my head and then threading my arms through the shirt. “wait” he says walking over to his closet, grabbing a pair of his sweatpants and walking over to me with them. i sit there with my eyes closed smiling as i had thought about the scenario of him taking my clothes off many times, just not the me being so drunk i cant dress myself part.
he takes my jeans off and helps me in to his sweatpants still being respectful and not starring at my body. “ill be right back just sit here im going to get you water and an advil.” he say as he walks out of the room. i just sit there, my eyes still closed, still smiling and nod at his sentence.
i lay back down on his bed and wait as i hear him rushing upstairs talking to matt and nick before walking back in to the room sitting down at the end of his bed. “sit snd open up.” i obliged to his words before he places two advils on my tongue.
“im going to fill up your mouth with water so don’t breathe.” he says opening up a water bottle and slowly pouring some in to my mouth while my head tilts upwards slightly. he watches me with concern as i swallow the water.
“please never get drunk like this ever again, you really freaked everyone out kid.” he says. i don’t respond and nod at his words.
kid, the all too familiar nickname chris gave me. it always made me feel weird when he called me this as if he was an authority figure or something.
i lay back down on his bed and close my eyes and quickly drift off to sleep. the last thing i remember from that night is him crawling in to his bed next to me and turning off his light.
“goodnight kid”
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i hate men (natasha romanoff x female reader)
the gif is not mine!
summary: so… being hopelessly in love with your best friend and getting super drunk is not the best combination? who would’ve thought? (a bit of angst but mostly fluff)
a/n: send me natasha requests if you want to!!!!!! you can send me normal requests, or you can also send me a taylor swift song and i’ll write a natasha fic with it!
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you hated stark parties. they were loud, messy, annoying and did you mention loud?
being an introvert was a difficult task at the avengers compound, where these sort of events were being held every two weeks.
sighing, you gulp down the last of your drink. today you chose a coke, since you didn’t want to get drunk and embarrass yourself like the others always did.
“having fun?”
“no!” you say over enthusiastically. natasha snorts and shakes her head at you from behind the bar. she looks stunning, wearing a tight black dress that hugs her body perfectly and her red hair loose and wild. she never goes heavy on the make up, you noticed. not that she needs it, she’s breathtakingly beautiful without it.
“you should at least dance to one song, maybe you’ll even enjoy it.” she says, pulling you out of your not so friendly thoughts of her.
“i refuse.”
“don’t act like a petulant child.”
“don’t act like my mother.” natasha smirks. god that smirk. “if you call yourself mommy, i’m leaving.” the redhead shrugs.
“you handed it to me on a silver platter.”
“whatever.” you roll your eyes.
“i’ll have a manhattan, please.” a man slides up next to you on a barstool. natasha nods and begins preparing his drink. you don’t fail to notice the man’s lascivious look as he stares at her. it makes your blood boil. you know she hates when men sexualize her. and, truth be told, you hate it too. maybe not always for the right reasons, but most of the time they are. natasha romanoff is the best person in the entire world. she is also your favorite person in the entire world. she’s super smart, she’s so funny you almost peed yourself an embarrassing amount of times in front of her, she’s brave, she’s so goddamn brave you sometimes wish she wasn’t so she wouldn’t put herself at risk. but that’s the thing about natasha, she does that because she cares. she cares so much about everyone, and contrary to what people would think, it’s not because she feels guilty for her past, but because she’s good. her heart is so good, so kind. and she’s strong, the strongest. you know what she went through and still, she remained good. that takes a hell of a lot strength. and yes, she’s hot. she’s so fucking hot sometimes you can’t believe she’s even real. but she’s so much more than that. she’s your best friend, and the woman that you-
“thanks, gorgeous.” the man’s voice brings you back to reality and you look at him, hoping you’re shooting lasers out of your eyes and burning him. natasha simply nods and looks at you from the corner of her eye. you know what that look means, you know what every look means. if he tries something, i’m gonna shoot him.
you purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing loudly, your anger long forgotten when she enters your line of sight.
the man clears his throat, trying to gain her attention.
“so, you from around here?”
“no.” she tells him. then, she gives him a fake smile. “if you don’t mind, i’m pretty busy.” he does not seem to take the hint, so you turn to him.
“she’s asking you to leave.”
“and who are you?”
“one of tony stark’s closest friends. you wouldn’t want to be black listed for his parties for eternity, would you?” the man widens his eyes a bit. “yeah, i thought so. now, leave.” you shoo him away with a gesture of your hand, almost dismissively and he, thank every god that exists, gets up and leaves.
“my knight in shining armor.” natasha tells you, smirking. “you saved me.” you wish she was right. you wish you had done it to save her instead of yourself. but, to be frank, you didn’t. of course you don’t want her to feel uncomfortable, but you know she can handle herself just fine. the one who couldn’t stand it was you. you are an idiot. an idiot who’s hopelessly in love with her best friend.
“sorry, i know you can defend yourself. i just-“
“you just what?” she raises an eyebrow. you know that expression. it means she’s challenging you to tell her.
“i just hate men.” for a second, she looks almost disappointed. but you probably imagined that.
“yeah.” she nods. “i’m gonna head to the ladies room.” and then she leaves.
you sigh and run your hands over your face. natasha romanoff is going to be the death of you. but oh, what a sweet death.
“when are you gonna tell her?” sam’s voice makes you lift your head up.
“tell who what?”
“tell natasha that you love her.”
“i’ve already told her that a million times.”
“no.” he shakes his head. “that you love her love her, that you wanna kiss her.” you scoff.
“never. oh and also, could you keep it quiet? what if she hears you?”
“then finally you will both admit that you’re in love with one another and stop giving each other longing glances across every single room you’re in.”
“i don’t give her longing glances.” you lie. of course you do.
“uh-huh.”
“whatever samantha. don’t care, didn’t ask. plus i don’t even know if she likes girls.”
“she likes you.”
“as a friend.”
“you are so goddamn stubborn…” he begins saying, but his voice fades into the background when you see her. your breathing stops. she’s dancing. she’s swaying her hips and smiling and she looks so fucking angelic you want to pinch yourself because, surely, this must be a dream. but then, your heart drops to your stomach. he’s touching her. he has his fucking hands on her hips as he dances behind her and she isn’t pushing him away. you feel sick to your stomach. “hey, you there?” sam waves his hand in front of you. “hey…?” he trails off. then he probably follows your line of sight because he ohs in understanding. he says your name and pity drips from it. “they’re just dancing.”
“yeah.” you say, choked up. you hate that seeing her with someone else makes your heart burn from the pain. but it does, and it hurts so much. it was the first time since you admitted to yourself that you were in love with her that you saw her with another person. a man. stupid men and their stupid hands. tears well up in your eyes, but you won’t cry. you refuse to cry. not for love. never.
“what are you doing?” sam asks you as you walk all the way around the bar and crouch under it. “don’t.” he tells you when he sees what’s in your hands. you look at him dead in the eye and gulp down the whiskey straight from the bottle.
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“woo! this is so fun!” you shout over the music. you’ve been dancing for almost an hour now and you were most definitely drunk. you don’t even notice sam and natasha calling your name.
“what are you doing? you hate drinking.” the redhead frowns.
“maybe it’s time for someone to go to bed.”
“yes, nat. go to bed.” you tell her.
“no, whiskey straight out of the bottle, i’m talking about you.” you laugh at sam’s long nickname but then you pout when you sway and almost fall to the floor. “you wanna take care of it?” he asks the spy and she nods.
“i’ll take her to bed.”
“and what will we do there?” you ask suggestively. natasha looks at you unimpressed.
“you, lay down. me, scold you.”
“are you gonna spank me?” you smirk. she swallows hard. uh oh, she’s mad. you raise your hands innocently in front of you and she rolls her eyes.
“let’s go.” you want to protest but you know better than that. begrudgingly you begin following her, but stop when the room starts to spin. natasha must notice it, because she turns around and puts her arm around your waist and your arm around her shoulders.
the walk to your room is silent, except for your giggles. you don’t really know what you’re giggling about, but she’s here so it makes sense to do so.
she helps you lay down on your bed and takes off your shoes. as she does so, you look at her. god, you love her so much. and god, you are doomed for life.
“you’re never gonna love me.” you blurt out. she looks at you and frowns.
“what?”
“you’re never gonna love me.” you tell her again, pouting. she waits until she’s tucked you in the bed to answer.
“of course i love you.”
“no.” you frown. “you don’t.”
“what are you talking about?”
“i’m so drunk.” you say out of the blue.
“come on, on your side.” you do as she says and position yourself on your side, so you don’t drown in your own vomit and die.
“you don’t want me to die.” you slur, almost asleep now.
“of course i don’t want you to die!” you open your eyes and look at her. she’s kneeling next to you on the bed and sorting out some pills for tomorrow morning. you’re most likely going to need them. she then puts them on your nightstand next to your water bottle.
“but you don’t love me.” you say again. she looks at you, frowning. you stare at her. her green eyes, so kind. her cheeks, you want to squeeze them between your fingers and call her cute. her eyebrows, so perfect. and her lips, god, her lips. they look so soft. you bet they’re warm to the touch. so kissable.
“you’re so beautiful, natty.”
she looks taken aback by that, but she quickly recovers and smiles softly.
“don’t try to sweet talk me into not being mad at you.”
“i’m not!” you protest. “you can be mad at me but you’re still the prettiest girl in the world.”
“you’re drunk.”
“and you’re beautiful.”
she says your name softly with a smile on her face.
“get some rest, detka.” her hand is softly combing through your hair.
“i love it when you call me detka. did i pronounce that right? probably not.” you mumble. she chuckles.
“you pronounced it right.”
“nat…” you say.
“what?”
“i love you.”
“i love you too.”
“no.” you pout. “don’t lie. it’s not nice.” she stops caressing your hair and frowns.
“what is it with you today? of course i love you.”
“no, nat. i love you love you.”
“i love you love you too.” she tells you.
“i love you like i wanna kiss you love you not you’re my best friend love you.” she blinks at you. for a bit she doesn’t say anything. then she briefly shakes her head and sighs.
“you’re drunk. you should get some rest.” your heart breaks. she doesn’t love you like that. you should’ve known. now you’ve ruined everything. tears begin welling up in your eyes and it isn’t long before you’re crying.
“hey, hey- don’t cry.” she tells you as she wipes your tears with her thumb.
“i told you you didn’t love me.” she says your name again and takes a deep breath.
“you’re not gonna remember this but- if you do, we’ll talk in the morning.”
and then she leaves. tonight you are crying yourself to sleep.
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you open your eyes and stretch your limbs. then, you sit up and immediately groan. the most violent headache is currently splitting your mind into two. what possessed you to drink so fucking much? oh, natasha romanoff and her stupid beautiful self. and seeing her with another man, that definitely didn’t help.
you tsk and roll your eyes.
what even happened last night after you got hammered? how did you even get up to your room? did sam bring you here? did nat? no, she was too busy with someone else.
a knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts and you tell the person to come in, and even though it comes out more as a mumble, they seem to understand, because the door opens. there, standing in all her glory, is natasha romanoff herself, accompanied by a small brown bag and a coffee, you notice after a bit.
“hey.” she greets you from the doorway.
“hi.”
“i brought you breakfast. figured you might wanna eat before taking an aspirin.”
“thank you.” you tell her and she nods awkwardly. then, she approaches you and sits down on the bed in front of you while your back is against the headboard. “did sam bring me here last night?”
“nope. i did.”
“oh… thanks natty.” she swallows and gives you a small smile that actually resembles more a wince than anything else. weird.
“so… did i do something embarrassing? please tell me i didn’t try to strip on top of a table or something.” she chuckles and shakes her head.
“you didn’t try to strip.”
“but did i do other embarrassing things?” she opens her mouth to speak but then, surprising you, she pauses and abruptly shakes her head. oh no. what did you do that is making her act so strange? you try to remember. you saw her dancing with that man and decided to get drunk. she says she was the one who brought you to your bedroom so something must’ve happened here. did you puke all over her or something? or even worse, did you admit your feelings? your eyes widen. oh no. oh no, oh no, oh no no no. that’s exactly what you did, you goddamn idiot! you remember now. you told her you loved her! you told her you wanted to kiss her! of course she’s being weird!
“nat-“
“you don’t have to say anything.” she cuts you off.
“i really wish that was the case cause i’m really fucking embarrassed but- i need to say something.”
“we all say dumb shit when we’re drunk.”
“i said the dumbest shit i could’ve ever said.” you deadpan. for a second you see a flash of hurt in her eyes, but it’s gone as soon as it appears. could it be that she- no, no, she didn’t feel that way about you.
“nat-“ she puts her hand up.
“don’t need to say anything, i’ll just forget it happened.”
“but nat-“ she says your name again, almost begging.
“please, just drop it. i get it, you didn’t mean what you said. it’s okay.” you open your mouth to say something but then you close it and frown. did she think you didn’t mean what you said? that’s why she wanted you to stop talking about it? because she wanted you to mean it?
“i-“ you look at her with wide eyes. this is it. you’re gonna tell her in the most beautiful, poetic way that you- “i hate men.” what? the redhead frowns. “i meant, i- ugh- i hate men but i especially hate them when they’re dancing with you.”
“what?” she asks now, seemingly confused.
“i saw you dancing with that guy last night. i got- ugh i’m so dumb- i got jealous. i got jealous cause i’m in love with you and… and i want to be the one who dances with you like that.” natasha does not say a word. you simply continue, because of course once you’ve started you can’t stop. “i’m so in love with you nat, i- you are literally my favorite person in the world. you are so smart and funny and kind and strong and- you can totally slap me and never talk to me again but if this is the last time we’re gonna speak i want you to know that- that i love you with my whole heart and i will always love you.” for the first time since you’ve met her, natasha romanoff is speechless. you don’t know if it’s because she’s desperately in love with you too or she’s simply thinking of different ways to kill you and get rid of your body. you really hope it’s the former. “um- could you- could you say something, please?” she blinks but still, nothing. god, you broke her. “nat- i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have-“ and she’s kissing you. natasha’s lips are on yours and you’re in heaven. or something above heaven because this is simply too perfect, too beautiful. she moves against you, softly, so softly, as if she’s afraid to hurt you. your arms are glued to your body and hers are too. almost as if you were scared to break the spell if you touched each other. the kiss is gentle, sweet, but it sends a shock through your body. you’ve never felt like that. kissing was simply not that interesting to you, but now you understand why people in romantic movies do it so often. natasha’s kiss is healing every broken bone inside your body, it’s like a cure, fixing, mending. but unfortunately, it ends all too soon. when she pulls away you let out a soft whine and she chuckles, almost making fun of you. you lay your forehead on hers and you both breathe in deeply. then, you open your eyes to find that she’s already looking at you.
“so, does this mean you love me too?”
“oh no, that was a platonic kiss.”
“natasha!” you whine and she shuts you up by placing another kiss on your lips.
“of course i love you detka. i’ve loved you for so long.”
“i wasn’t even sure if you liked girls.” you tell her as you lift your hand and caress her face.
“i wasn’t either but then…”
“then…” you raise your eyebrows.
“this beautiful girl showed up in my life and i couldn’t help but fall in love with her.” your heart takes a leap and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning like a maniac.
“what an amazing girl.” you tell her.
“the best.”
“i love you.” you kiss her again. “i’m so happy i think i’m gonna vomit rainbows.” natasha lets out a laugh.
“don’t vomit on me or i’m kicking your ass.” you pout at her.
“you wouldn’t.” she looks at you, serious for a moment. then, she breaks into a smile.
“i wouldn’t.” you laugh breathily and purse your lips.
“i can’t believe i started this whole confession by saying i hate men.” the redhead laughs.
“i can’t believe you said that either.”
“hey!” her shoulders shake as she laughs. she looks so angelic when she’s happy. you sigh softly, dreamily. you might hate men, but you sure as hell don’t hate natasha romanoff.
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How about an NSFW one where Paul Stanley gets pranked by a rocker dudette fan (I'm talking leather jacket, jeans, wristbands, band t shirt underneath, the whole nine yards) but then it turns into a little something spicy *Wink Wink*🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Prank call gone wrong
Pairings: Paul Stanley x Fem!reader
Warnings: smut, rough sex, degradation, dumbifacation, size kink, and I think that’s it.
A/n: this might be my longest one yet
Summary: your prank on Paul Stanley goes amazingly wrong.
You’ve found the number to Paul’s hotel room. You’re still stoked that you’re staying in the same hotel as him! You had a couple hours to spare before the Kiss concert and you wondered if he was still in his room or if he was at the stadium. Either way, you wanted to prank call him.
Having thought of a script before hand, you excitedly dialed the number. How you got the number? You overheard a groupie telling it to her friend. And you have a pretty good memory.
It rang for a few seconds before he answered, “Hello?” His voice sent chills down your spine. God you love his voice. “Oh my god, Robert is that you? You’re with another girl aren’t you?” You responded trying your best to sound like an angry girlfriend.
“Umm my names not Robert I think you have the wrong-“
“Okay, so you’re just gonna pretend it’s not you. I’m not stupid, Robert. You’re with Brenda aren’t you? That skank.”
“I-“
“We were supposed to get married, Robert. How could you? I hate you so much pack all of your shit and get out of my house.” You fake cried before slamming the phone down. You laughed maniacally before deciding to go down to the hotel restaurant to get a bite to eat before the concert.
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Paul was confused. So he asked Gene about it. “You’ve been prank called.” The bassist replied simply.
“‘Prank called’ what does that mean?” The singer asked.
“You can’t be that stupid. Put the two words together. Prank and call.”
Paul then realized what Gene was talking about. “So some chick just prank called me that’s great. Who was it? Because she woke me up from my sleep.” He grumbled. The other man shrugged his shoulders.
-at the concert-
You standing amongst the rest of the screaming fans as Kiss made their grand entrance onto the stage. As usual it was epic. Pyrotechnics, lights, dancers. And of course, the music. You were right up against the barricade. “Wooo! Hell yes!” You yelled as you did the rock n roll sign with your hands.
For some reason during the show, Paul kept looking at you. Which made you flustered. Who wouldn’t be? The show went on and after it ended, you waited to be one of the last to leave so you wouldn’t have to deal with the crowd.
You walked, the stadium was pretty much empty, you were alone. You felt someone grab your shoulder. You turned to see non other than the Starchild himself.
“Holy shit Paul Stanley!” You shouted but not too loud. “Shut up, people will hear. Now come with me.” He hissed before gripping your arm tightly and dragging you to his dressing room.
He slammed the door shut and pushed you against it. His grip firm on both of your arms as he looked down at you. “So, you’re the one who prank called me?” He asked.
“How’d you find out?” You asked in response.
“I have my ways. I just want you to know that you disturbed my sleep and you should know I need every hour of it.”
You rolled your eyes, “Okay? So you dragged me all the way here just so you could complain that my little call woke you up?”
“You better watch that mouth, missy.”
“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”
“I’ll give you something better to do with it.” As he said this, Paul undid his belt before pulling down his pants and boxers. His large cock sprang free and your eyes widened. He used his other hand to pulled you down onto your knees.
“You gonna suck my cock like a good girl?” The singer asked as he stroked his large cock in front of you. You were shocked by the whole situation. How did it lead to this? Not like you’re complaining, though.
You moved to grab his thighs to stable yourself but was quickly stopped. “Ah, ah. Hands behind your back.” And so, you put your hands behind your back allowing him full control over you. Paul grabbed your hair and pushed his cock in your mouth. You closed your lips around his length before he began bobbing your head back and forth.
“Fuck, you have such a good mouth, baby. This is all you’re good for isn’t it? Such a dumb little thing that only knows how to suck dick.” The singers’ filthy words made you extremely wet. He continued to fuck your face before pulling you off his cock. “I see my cock barely fit in your mouth, didn’t it? You’re so fucking tiny it’s pathetic. I can rip you in two if I wanted.”
Paul grabbed your hair to pull you up, and he dragged you over to the couch and sat down pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him. You could feel his hard cock through your leather pants. You started to grind on him as the two of you made out.
The singer began to kiss your neck down to your collarbone before throwing your leather jacket off your shoulders. A tank top with his face on it was underneath. He smirked, “Well, I see you must really like me huh?”
“I just like your voice.” You lied.
“Are you sure you don’t like my dick too?” He chuckled when your face went red. He pulled his shirt off before pulling yours off, groaning when he saw you wore nothing underneath. The raven haired man massaged your breasts, tweaked your nipples and bit and sucked on them. You were in complete bliss.
In one swift motion you were laid on your back. He was roughly taking your boots off and pulling your pants and panties down. You instinctively spread your legs.
“You think I’m gonna lick that pussy after what you’ve done? You’re just gonna lay there take my cock like a good slut.” He said before ramming into you without warning. You squealed in both pain and surprise. “Oh my god you’re so fucking tight. My cock can barely even fit this tiny pussy.” Paul moaned as he began to pump in and out of your tight wet hole.
You couldn’t think straight at all. You only laid there as Paul fucked you, used you. But oh you fucking loved it.
He pulled you up so you were straddling him again, his cock still inside you. The singer gripped your hips and slammed you up and down on his large cock.
“You like this baby? Bet you didn’t think about this when you called me today huh?” You couldn’t respond to him, and he was getting a kick out of it.
“Aww is my baby going all dumb on my cock? You had so much to say moments ago.”
You gripped his shoulders as he used you as a flesh light, feeling yourself get closer and closer to the edge. You finally clenched around him, “Ah!” You screamed in surprise.
“Fuck that was hot. Get on your knees again.” The singer commanded. You quickly got on your knees and grabbed his cock, putting it into your mouth sucking hard and fast, wanting his cum more than anything.
Paul put his hands behind his head as he leaned back with a cocky smile. “Yeah, you want my cum don’t you? Pathetic, really.” You jerked him off a couple times before his cum squirted all over your face.
Tears were in your eyes cause some of it got in them. Your mascara was smeared and so was your lipstick. Your hair disheveled and cum all over your face. “You look so fucking beautiful like this. Get cleaned up, I’ll give you my number for next time.”
#kiss band x reader#kiss band#kiss smut#paul stanley x reader#paul stanley#gene simmons#tommy thayer#eric carr#80s kiss#paul stanley smut#kiss band smut
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I can't find the requesters comment so sorry TT
Also sorry to the requester, I had exams all of last week so this is VERY late but I hope you enjoy
Gojo Satoru
What was there not to say about this man? He was the strongest sorcerer. The only person to have been born with six eyes in 100 years. How his birth changed the balance of Jujutsu society. But the only thing you can think of when you hear his name is how much of a dick he is.
He was your senior, being a grade above you. But being a senior doesn't give him any of your respect. Though you didn't have to see him as often since you were in seperate classes, whenever you would be forced to stay in the same room; it was war.
This man LOVED to make fun of everything you do. Do you have a weird walk? Mentions it in front of everyone. "Why do you always stomp, Y/N?" Make a tiny mistake pronouncing a word? "What the hell is Conmusion??" He makes fun of the way you fight in combat, uses his six eyes to see if you are lying in conversation and announces if you are in front of the person you are lying to.
He basically makes your life at school hell when he is around. But this goes both ways. You make fun of his pronounciation on words a lot more since he is prone to slurring his speech. You steal his belongings and spread them throughout the schools grounds(the school is HUGE) so he has to spend time searching for it. You make fun of his HORRIBLE posture and how he sits. "You know how Mothers say they are eating for two, well you sit for two Gojo with your big ass legs."
The worst thing you do is becoming Geto's biggest cheerleader. "Omg Get you are so strong!" "Wow Geto, I didn't know you were this intelligent!" "Geto, can you help me with this, since you're so good." This normally wouldn't bother him too much, but you ALWAYS compare him to his friend. "God, why can't you be more like Geto? He is so nice!" "Geto is WAAAY cooler than you." "Geto is so smart, I thought you would pick up on some of that smartness too since you're friends. But I guess not."
For all anyone knows, you two HATE eachother. But not Gojo.
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He felt somwthing weird when he met you for the first time. At that time he didn't really seem to care about it, but throughout the next few months, that feeling just grew. What was it? He didn't have an answer and neither did you. He thought at first it was his hate for you. Whenever you entered the room, he felt it. When he heard of your name in conversation, he felt it. It came to him in his thoughts, dreams, and every picture he saw of you.
But if it was hate, why was he so mad when he saw you getting close to another person? When you hugged Haibara or Nanami. When he saw you being friendly with Geto. He felt anger grow. But not to you. To the other person. He wanted no one to be that close to you- at least any guy to be that close. He never felt jealous over how close you and Shoko are. So why was he this mad at the guys?
He didn't recognize these feelings until you forced him into watching this romance movie(You never asked him, you wanted to watch it with Haibara only but Gojo invited himself) called 10 things I hate about you(my favourite romcom) and this movie changed him. The poem made him realize what that feeling in him was.
It was love. He was in love with you.
"Oh god..." he sighs out as he comes to this realization. What kind of hole did he dig himself into? You HATED him with a burning passion, the same he thought he felt. But Gojo being him thought you might feel the same.
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"I love you Y/N."
"What...?"
You two were having your daily banter session, when he decides to tell you his true feelings. He was confident that you loved him as well. I mean, who wouldn't?
"I said I love you? Are you deaf? Go out with me." He pratically demands. He put a finger flicked your forehead while leaning over you. He was grinning down at you.
"I'm not deaf!" You say, pushing him away. "And I will not go out with you."
"...what?" He barely says back. This makes you smile a little. "Are you deaf? I said I will NOT date you." You are now smirking.
Gojo looks at you with a look of suprise. No? With this expression, you decide to continue to patronize him "Listen, I know you are so used to getting whatever you want, but that will not happen here mister. I don't care if you are so strong or rich, none of that is enough to get me." You finished.
He couldn't say anything, so you end up just leaving him standing. ________________________________________
Something felt weird. After that day, you couldn't help but notice it. He was on you mind. All the time. At first, you thought it was because of his sudden confession; of course you'd think of that! But the thoughts just kept flooding in your mind. They never appeared until after he left on a mission with Shoko for 5 days. It was insufferable. Everything reminded you of him. You couldn't eat or sleep with a thought of him interupting it.
But why were you thinking so much of him? Did you miss him? You think to yourself that you can't be, but you know you are. Normally, any thought of him made you feel annoyed, but now you just feel sad and lonely. You truly missed him.
You wanted him to comeback quickly from whatever stupid mission Yaga had sent him on.
As you pranced in the courtyard doing nothing in particular, you saw from the corner of your eyes a familiar silhouette. Shoko Ieiri, your upperclassman and best friend. "Shoko!" You yelled hugging her. She moved back a little as she was startled, but she eventually returned the hug. "What's gotten into you girl?" She says through the cigarette in her mouth. "I missed you, that's all. You two have been away for almost a whole week! Am I not allowed to miss my friend?" You say teasingly.
"Anyways.....wheres Gojo? I thought you both came back today." You barely speak out. It was embarrassing to even think you were worried about that guy. Shoko had a strange look on her face before turning away completely so you couldn't look at her. "He's......in the infirmary." She states. 'Odd. Why would he been there?' you thought. Before you could ask anything else, she continued her sentence, "He got Injured." She says.
You couldn't believe what you heard. He got injured. THE Satoru Gojo. The strongest? Even though normally, you wouldn't believe it until you saw for yourself, plus why would shoko be here if he was injured, wouldn't she be helping heal him? But right now all of your logic was blocked out by a flood of emotions filling you with paranoia.
"H-how bad?" You barely whisper out. Shoko faced you, but looked away, morose looking towards the distance behind you. "Very badly." She said. Not turning her gaze she asked, "But that sounds like good news to you. Since you hate him, right?" She says in a sarcastic tone. She knew you liked him, before either of you guys realized it. She knew, and she was very annoyed right now to have to be egging you on to realize your own feelings. "No it's not! And I do not hate him...." You trailed off.
"I actually missed you guys. Both of you, but mostly him." Shoko looks you in the eyes. "Really?" she asked. You nodded shyly before continuing. "I feel sos stupid for rejecting him before. I should have just said yes! I am an idiot." Shoko looks over your shoulder and nods. "Yeah you are. Maybe you should tell this to Satoru when-" "I don't know why, but I can't stop thinking of him! He invades my thoughts when I am in class, training, and on missions.'' You weakly say. "That's nice an all but you should really save this for later when you see him." She attempts to shut you up, but you don't pick up on the hints. "God I even think of him when I am sleeping. He is sooo annoying!"
"Wouldn't you say I am the man of your dreams then?'' A smug voice calls from behind. You knew whose voice that was, but you still couldn't believe it. ''G-Gojo?'' You say, as you turn around to meet him. He was standing directly behind you, towering over you. Your faced heated up as embarrassment flooded your senses. This is why Shoko kept trying to stop you from continuing. "The one and only." He sweetly says, sticking his tongue out. You feel like fainting from embarrassment.
"How long have you been standing there?" You ask, trying to save your dying dignity. "The whole time." He killed the rest. "Hey it isn't eavesdropping if you speak loud in public." He chuckles. You felt the urge to punch him, but you stopped. Fuck him. "But I can't say I wouldn't have listened in even if it was in private." He smirked. Normally his dumb faces would fill you with irritation, but now it made you happpy and a little shy.
"Well I guess I'll accept your confess-"
"Sorry but no." He interuppted. You stare at him puzzled. "No....?" You quietly said. "No. All transactions are final and you already purchased a no." He said with a laugh. It felt almost cruel how he was so calm. You felt your eyes water up a bit as you turned to leave.
He grabbed your wrist. "Where are you going?" You looked at his sunglasses cover his eyes. "Why do you care? You already rejected me, so let me go in peace." You try to pull your hand away, but he's too strong for you to succed. "I never rejected you. I just won't be the one asking this time." He said pulling you closer to himself. You can't help but feel flustered by this action. "You can confess to me though." He leans over and whispers in your ear.
You couldn't tell if it was because you were so flustered or if you just wanted to get it over with, but you swallowed your pride and began to mentally prepare a confession. "I like you." You whisper. "What? I can't hear you." He says faking a confused face. You knew he heard you cause he was only a ruler away from your face. "I LIKE YOU! There can you leave me alone now?" At those words, he wrapped his arms around you and leaned you backwards. Instinctively, you straddled your arms around his neck to stop the fall. You wanted to day something to him, but before you could, you felt a pair of lips on your own. The kiss was short but felt dizzing and almost hypnotic. As quickly as the kiss started, it ended and he pulled away from you and let go of his grip on you.
"I accept your confession Y/N. But I can't accept your request to leave you alone since we are now dating." He winks at you. You wanted to respond but you felt so dizzy after his assault on your senses.
"Ewww get a room." You both looked back at Shoko who was standing there starting another cigarette. "You two have been talking for so long I finished my cigarette pack. "Ah Shoko don't worry I will keep my promise." "What promise?" You looked between the two. "You know, I'd buy her cigarettes for the next ten years if ahe lied to you about me being injured." When he said that It made you realize he was completely fine, no injuries. Sensing the building anger, Shoko quickly ran away while you turned to chase after her.
"Shoko you witch!!! You set me UP!!!!"
#gojo x reader#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#gojo satoru#gojo fluff#gojo x you#gojo fanfic#jjk gojo#satoru gojo
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he accepted it??
you're worried when your boyfriend abruptly goes m.i.a. but what he actually did was something you had never expected of him
lee heeseung x reader
genre: betrayal
warnings: betrayal, slight profanity ; 0.38k words
perm taglist: @inkelea @yuerki
inspo: https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cuce_E-I7Y8/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
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you sigh, frustrated, running a hand through your hair as the call went to voicemail yet again
your boyfriend, heeseung was supposed to pick you up after your dinner with your friends. so where the hell was he?? he's never late...
it was also out of character for him to miss your calls and not call back within 5 mins. is he okay?? did something happen to him?? no you're just being paranoid...he has to be okay right?
you try to stay level-headed which is harder than it should be and try to return to the matter at hand, how are you going to get home?
sure you could walk but it's pouring, so you call an uber
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"hee?"
the first thing you do upon unlocking the door to your shared appartment is call out his name
no response
maybe he had a long day at work and fell asleep
you remove your heels and put them away in the tidily in the shoe rack
you look around in the living room in case he was lying asleep on the couch. he wasn't
after not finding him in the bedroom or bathroom you look around the appartment once again, more thoroughly this time
he must've gotten held up at work
but he would've texted you to let you know right?
you try to keep the worrying thoughts at bay as you got ready for bed
you rang him one last time before going to sleep, voicemail again
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it's been 3 days and there's been no sign of heeseung
you're stirring your coffee while trying to focus on your work
just then you get a call
it isn't your boyfriend, it's your step-father
oh god you hate that man, however you have no choice but to pick up
"what do you want?"
"is that any way to greet your father now (name)?"
"step father" you're quick to correct him
a sigh is heard from the other end of the line
"anyways, how's life without your boyfriend?"
your stomach sinks... there's no way
he's just playing mind games with you...right?
"what did you do?" your voice a mix of frustration and desperation
"the lad was practically drooling when i named the amount" the statement is followed by wheeze from him
"you offered him a fucking payout??"
and he accepted it...
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a/n: to make up for being mia recently. also I was just formatting this and I got a notif saying i got accepted into k-films??? the timing??? is this a sign my flop era is coming to an end? 🤞🤞hopefully this means my exam tmr will go well too
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#k-films#enhypen x reader#enhypen angst#lee heesung x reader#lee heeseung imagines#enhypen oneshots#enhypen imagines#enhypen#lee heeseung#lee heeseung angst#lee heeseung oneshot#lee heeseung scenarios#enhypen drabbles#lee heeseung drabbles#heeseung#heeseung x reader#heeseung imagines#heeseung oneshots#heeseung angst#heeseung drabbles#he accepted it??—💵#—mochamvgz
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Mischief and Angel- Part 6
A/N- I hope you remember Mrs. Mitchel (she's the one that spreads the rumors, Beacon Hills' very own Karen) because she's making a comeback in this part, and I have never hated writing a character so much in my life. I hope you like it!
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I narrow my eyes at the woman standing in front of me in the local Target, "Hello, Mrs. Mitchel."
She raises an eyebrow before smiling like she didn't accuse me of keeping Stiles from his child and that I was a prostitute that had an Only Fans.
"Hello, Y/n"
I scowl before humming, "I've been meaning to talk to you."
She nods and goes to speak but I cut her off, "What the hell made you think it was okay to make up lies about Stiles and I? I'll have you know that I'm not pregnant and I also don't have an Only Fans. Stiles and I have been together since we were 14 and got engaged because we love each other, not because I blackmailed him. Your gossiping has to stop! Ms. Richards still gets asked if she's still married to some random dude in Bora Bora. She literally went there for a week for vacation, with her best friend and now she can't escape the rumors."
I take a second to catch my breath before I'm going off again, "You're a lonely old woman that takes pleasure in making up lies about others and it's appalling. I have enough going on and I don't need your lies making it any worse. I'm planning a wedding, I'm looking at houses, I'm trying to finish high school with good grades, not to mention all the other stuff going on in my life that you don't even know about. I'm just warning you that if you make another story up about my life, or Stiles' life, or anyone's life for that matter, you're going to end up with no one. You screw people over one too many times and before you know it you won't have anyone, and there will be no one to blame except you."
Mrs. Mitchel stares at me with wide eyes as a small group of people that had gathered during my rant nod in agreement with what I said. She clears her throat, "Well then, no need to be rude. It's very unbecoming for a young lady. How you're engaged I'll never know. He must have brain damage."
My jaw drops as I watch her with wide eyes, "He has brain-what?! I'll have you know that he maintains a 4.0 GPA, currently stands as the valedictorian, and I'm damn proud of him too. I get that you're lonely and miserable and have no friends but that doesn't give you a right to be so rude to others. Maybe if you stopped being a bitch you'd be able to make some friends!"
Mrs. Mitchel's face turns red as the group of people grows and they all murmur agreements at what I said. I go to say something else when Stiles appears around the corner holding up a fluffy blanket, "I know you said we didn't need anymore blankets but this thing feels like a cloud. Can we plea-..." He stops mid sentence when he looks up to see the group of people and an angry Mrs. Mitchel. He looks at me before sighing, "Lord, what did you do?"
I scoff, "Me?! I didn't do anything she's the one that started all those stupid rumors! I was just telling her how it was."
Stiles lets out a deep breath before throwing the blanket in the cart, "Well, carry on, just don't touch her. She'd try and charge you with assault."
Mrs. Mitchel takes that as her queue to start talking, and dear God does she use her words to hurt, "You are the nastiest, rudest, most crass young lady I have ever met. I hope your marriage fails and he runs off with someone who is far better than you. It shouldn't be hard he can probably go to the nearest pet store and pick up a rat."
I go to take a step towards her but an arm grabs me by the waist and pulls me back so I can't touch her, but it doesn't stop me from trying, "That's it! Stiles, let me go!"
Stiles shakes his head and I know he won't let me go so I turn my deadly glare up to 1000 and aim it at Mrs. Mitchel, "You say I'm crass and rude but you are the literal definition of both of those words!"
She scoffs and her hand tightens on the handle of her cart, "You're very overdramatic and you have no care or sympathy for others."
My mouth drops as my eyes widen but I don't get a chance to speak because she cuts in again with the sharpest, most painful words she could possibly say, "God, I hope you never have any kids, you'd probably manage to kill them within a month because of your lack of care!"
At those words it feels like a knife just stabbed into my heart and was then twisted. I deflate in Stiles' hold remembering how I lost our baby at approximately one month. I fight back tears and the look of triumph on Mrs. Mitchel's face makes me feel like I'm going to be sick.
I swallow around the lump in my throat as Stiles spins me around and pulls me into his chest trying to cradle me from the harsh words and wishes of an angry and cruel woman. Stiles holds me tight as he looks at Mrs. Mitchel, "You are one evil woman. You have no idea how personal that was you angry old witch! Why can't you just let people be happy? You know I could have you arrested for a public disturbance."
"Don't worry Stiles, that's exactly what's going to happen."
I glance over to see the crowd of people parting like the red sea before Parrish appears. He glares at Mrs. Mitchel before walking forward and slapping on the cuffs, "Gladys Mitchel, you are under arrest for disturbing the peace in a public setting. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
As Mrs. Mitchel pales Parrish shakes his head, "For a sixty year old woman you sure are a jerk."
After Parrish and Mrs. Mitchel leave, the group scatters for the most part except a couple stragglers who send us looks of sympathy. One little old woman, no younger than 70 steps forward with a small frown, "Don't listen to old Gladys, she's wrong. You will make a fantastic mother."
She pats my back before hobbling away with her cane and I can't help but smile a little bit.
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I curl up around Stiles in our bed as he turns on a random movie before pulling me even closer, "I am so sorry, Angel. I know how much that hurt but Angel, it wasn't your fault."
I know he's telling me the miscarriage wasn't my fault and it causes me to melt into him because I know he's right. I did everything right when I found out I was pregnant but it doesn't stop the pain and what ifs.
Stiles must know what I'm thinking because he rubs my back and whispers, "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault."
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The next day at school the pack surrounds us like it's their duty to protect us and the other students keep praising us like we stopped a demon from hell from burning the town down. True story, it was just last week that, that had happened.
At first it was comforting to have at least one member of the pack around me but now it's starting to get claustrophobic. I sigh as Scott slides in the chair beside me and officially squishes me between him and Isaac. I groan and glare down at my notebook before wiggling, "Okay, that's it."
Both boys look at me and I frown, "Look, I love you guys and I love that you're trying to make me feel better but I'm okay now. Yeah I know what she said was harsh but I'm over it. Does it still hurt? Yes, but I also know that she's wrong and was just saying something in the heat of the moment. I love you guys but I need some breathing room."
Isaac nods and scooches over slightly so he's not pressed right against me but Scott cocks his head to the side like the puppy he is and says, "But you're still sad. I can smell it."
I snort, "I miss Stiles, I haven't seen him in like two hours and Lily is pacing right now and acting like a mopey puppy."
His eyebrows furrow, "Lily?"
I muffle a laugh at the look on his face before answering him, "That's what Stiles and I decided to name the wolf. You guys say that I smell like lilies so we started calling her Lily."
Scott nods and finally moves so he isn't touching me, "Well, you only have like one more period before school is over and you can go find Stiles."
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I dart down the hall to Stiles' locker to see him putting his books away. I smile as Lily's tail starts wagging and she rolls over as the smell of our mate fills our senses. I blink back into the moment and the next thing I know I'm wrapped around Stiles.
"Woah! Someone's feeling cuddly."
I whine into his neck, "Missed you."
He presses a kiss to my temple and rubs my back, "I missed you too, Angel."
I nuzzle his neck before pulling back and pulling him into a kiss. He groans into the kiss and pulls me closer by the hips which causes me to wrap my arms around his neck. We get lost in the kiss before pulling apart as someone groans, "Really?! You couldn't wait until you got home?"
I turn to see a grumpy Scott who's holding Kira's hand. Kira elbows him with a soft smile, "Be nice, they haven't seen each other in a couple hours and we already know how hard that is for both of them."
I smile at Kira as Stiles turns back to his locker and Scott huffs, "Yeah, fine."
Kira shakes her head slightly before she looks at me, "Hey! How are you doing now?"
I shrug, "Meh, it doesn't really bother me anymore I've just been planning a wedding in my head, looking up houses for sale in the area, and figuring out where the hell Amelia and her pack are going to be staying, so I'm full of excited nervousness."
Kira doesn't get a chance to answer because Lydia, Allison, and Erica join our little group and Lydia raises an eyebrow, "Have you decided what you want for your bachelorette party yet? As maid of honor I need to know these things. Plus we need to decide when to get a dress fitting and what styles you want. Not to mention we need to find a venue and color scheme."
Stiles slams his locker shut before spinning around with a raised eyebrow, "Y/n/n, already decided on a few of those things."
I nod and shrug, "Yeah, Stiles and I found a venue we like and I decided on the colors a few weeks ago too."
Lydia smiles and loops her arm with mine, "Great! We need to hang out and plan the rest of the wedding."
I open my mouth before closing it again and looking at Stiles. He smiles and shakes his head, "Already told you Angel, you can do whatever you want. You don't need to have me there and I personally don't feel like sitting there and listen to you guys talk about dress styles and fabric choices."
I frown as Lydia nods with a bright smile, "Good, fantastic, what do you say we get together tonight and work on it."
I whine slightly at that which causes Lydia to look at me in concern, "What's wrong?"
I look at Stiles with sad eyes and Lydia hums, "Okay, got it. You need some Stiles time."
I nod and Lydia shrugs, "What about this weekend? We can do a sleepover on Friday and plan on Saturday, maybe a little on Friday night too."
Stiles is surprisingly the one to answer, "I think it's a good idea. We need to get used to being apart for long periods of time and the boys and I can have a boys night or something."
I sigh knowing he's right before nodding, "Yeah, he's right but no promises I won't be a buzzkill for a little while."
Lydia scoffs, "Please, Erica will be there and from what I hear she has some updates about her and Boyd. You'll be too occupied to be a buzzkill."
My eyes widen and I look up to see a blushing Erica who refuses to make eye contact. I look at Stiles and see that he's thinking the same thing as me, about fucking time.
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A/N- If everything goes to plan there is two (possibly three) parts before things get angsty and sad. I'll give a warning at the beginning of the sad one!
Tag List: @ah-blossom
#stiles stilinski#teen wolf#dylan o’brien#scott mccall#stiles stilinksi x reader#dylan o’brien x reader#stiles x reader#allison argent#lydia martin#erica reyes#isaac lahey#vernon boyd#kira yukimura#mischief and angel
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glorious or terrible, benevolent or full of wrath
Book: Crimes of Passion
Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne x Emma Rose (F!MC)
Rating: Teen
Warnings: mention of kidnapping and rape in Greek mythology, stroke, death
Word count: 800
Summary: Demeter doesn't always go to hell for Persephone.
A/N: I know Demeter doesn't actually go to the Underworld, but I'm heeding Elliott's word and taking liberties. Submission for @choicesmaychallenge24 (prompt: Demeter). Title from The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by N.K. Jemisin.
The Drunk Tank echoes with the pleasant sounds of laughter and conversation, the voices of the people she loves reaching Emma even in the relative seclusion of the bench. Content, she takes another sip of the wine she stole from Trystan, then looks at him when he speaks again.
“I know this probably doesn’t mean much coming from me, but… I think your father would be happy with how you handled yourself today.”
Reaching out, she covers his hand with hers. “He’d be happier that I had you helping me out.”
Trystan laces their fingers together. “There’s… something else. Something I’ve been meaning to ask.”
She raises her eyebrows and gestures for him to continue.
“It’s about… your family.”
“You mean my mother.”
“Yeah. You’ve talked about your father, and I know you’re close with your uncle. But you never mentioned your mother.”
Slowly, she pulls her hand back. She ignores the way her skin misses his warmth. “Has it never occurred to you that there’s a reason for that?”
“It has. But…” He brings himself to a halt when she stands. “Emma, wait.”
“I need some air.”
She slips outside through the back door, confident that the others didn’t see her leave. She doesn’t think she can handle their concerned questions. Not right now. But she’s not surprised when she feels Trystan walking up and stopping short of reaching her side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s fine.”
“Clearly it’s not. I’m sorry. Can we pretend I never asked?”
It’s tempting but… She sighs. “My mother walked out on me and my dad when I was six. I never saw her again.”
He inhales softly. “Emma. I’m sorry.”
“She told my dad she would call me as soon as she found a place. She never did.”
“Do you know where she’s now?”
“Dead. A stroke when I was twenty-one.” She shrugs. “My uncle found out through mutual friends and told me. I can’t imagine why he thought I’d care.”
“Didn’t you?”
She shakes her head. “You know, I had a Greek mythology phase when I was growing up.”
Unfazed by the non sequitur, he answers without a pause. “Don’t most kids?”
Her lips curve in a smile. “Maybe. There were so many myths that I loved. But I hated the myth of Persephone.”
“I don’t see much to love in the story of a god kidnapping and raping his niece.”
“That’s not it. Also, I prefer the versions where she has some agency, thank you very much. But that’s not what I hate. It’s Demeter.”
“Why? Demeter goes to… Oh.”
“Yeah. Demeter goes to extreme lengths, to Zeus himself, in order to rescue her daughter. God, that made me so mad. Why did Persephone get to have a mother who would go to hell for her, and I couldn’t even get a mother who’d want to see me?” She fixes her gaze on the metal trash can glinting under the alley lights. “Not all Demeters risk Hades to get Persephone back. Some of them just… couldn’t care less about Persephone in the first place.”
Trystan rests a tentative hand on her shoulder. “Emma, I know we don’t know each other very well, but I know this without a shadow of a doubt. It’s her loss.”
“Maybe.” She pushes her hair back. “You know, I didn’t care when my mother died. She wasn’t my mother, really. She just provided me with half my DNA.”
“Why do you feel guilty about that?”
“I don’t.” She blows out a breath when he remains silent. “All right. I don’t feel guilty, per se. I just… I guess I feel a little guilty for not feeling guilty. If anything, it was a relief to finally get that closure.”
“That’s understandable.”
“I know. Worked through all of that in therapy already. But…”
“It’s a sore spot.”
“Yeah.” Soothed by his understanding, she finally turns to face him. “Sorry I turned a celebration into a venting session. But it’s your own fault for following me out here.”
He laughs. “Leave it to you to turn it all around so it’s my fault in the end.”
Her lips twitch. “I’m just saying.”
“Do you want to stay here? We don’t have to go back inside.”
“No.” She squeezes his hand briefly. “We’re celebrating tonight. She doesn’t get to take that away from me.”
He brushes his fingers against her cheek. “Good.”
They stand there, eyes locked, until Tuppence comes bounding out. Laughing, Emma leans down to stroke her head. “Come on, Your Highness. You too, Trystan. I could use another glass of wine.”
“Fine. But you get your own this time.”
The door clicks shut behind them. The stars glow invisible in the sky, the only witnesses to a conversation that lightened someone’s heart.
#trystan x emma#trystan thorne#emma rose#trystan thorne x f!mc#trystan x mc#crimes of passion#playchoices#choicesmaychallenge24
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My Cosmos is Mine
Request: Hello! Are you still doing ROTTMNT requests? If you are can you please do jealous headcanons for the turtles or mud dogs? Or both? I really like your style and stories btw ♡
A/N: My god, I finally watched the movie after a year of it being out. I blame college & work. We do a little trolling ♡ Turtles in this one!
Includes: Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo
Leonardo
7/10 at worst, 2/10 at best.
Leo is… complicated. He’s not possessive by any means, and he trusts you a lot! But he lives to be in the spotlight (ESPECIALLY when it comes to you). So when your attention is taken away from him, he gets a bit huffy. Like come on babe, they can’t be that funny.
But usually, that’s as far as it goes. He’ll usually just come up and throw an arm around your shoulders, make a few goofy, Leo-esque quips here and there. He’s a pretty friendly guy, and he’s honestly more likely to make friends with the other person… so long as they’re not crossing any boundaries.
But when someone’s actively hitting on you? That’s when he gets jealous. He doesn’t like to talk about it often, but he’s really insecure. I mean, that’s why he acts the way he does all the time: He doesn’t want to be forgotten, doesn’t want to be seen as useless, or incompetent. There’s a quiet part of him that thinks you deserve better, and that it's only a matter of time before you realize it. That voice gets damn-near deafening in moments like these. (Nevermind the whole mutant thing. What he wouldn’t give to take you out to your favorite restaurant top-side, or bask in the sunshine with you, or meet your friends-)
So yeah, people hitting on you freaks him the hell out. He tries not to show it, so instead he kicks up the PDA to 11.
Arm around the shoulders, obnoxious kisses to the cheek, etc. He tries to play it off nonchalantly, while still showing off that hey, you’re spoken for.
“Hey baby, been looking for you everywhere. So, what’re we talking about?”
Please kiss him later and talk it out. He trusts you so much, but he’s terrified that someday he’s not going to be enough anymore. A little bit of reassurance goes a long way though, and he’ll be back to his goofy self almost immediately afterwards.
(Jealousy with his brothers is different, but only by a little bit. That’s when he decides to show off his physical prowess and such, and dials the PDA up to a casual 14. The PDA dial is broken off the damn station, with him. He doesn’t hold any hard feelings over this regardless, he just likes to show off that you’re his. Dork.)
Raphael
3/10
Raphael is big on communication, and he trusts you immeasurably. It’s honestly really hard to make him jealous! I mean, you’re the greatest person he’s ever met — it’s only natural that other people wanna be around you too, you know?
Although, it doesn’t help that he doesn’t always pick up on when people are actually hitting on you. He wants to believe in the best in people, and sometimes he doesn’t pick up on when people are being just a little too friendly.
But if someone points it out, or if you seem uncomfortable? Raph has entered Protective Boyfriend Mode.
If someone is making you uncomfortable… he knows he’s big, and he’s not above squaring his shoulders back a bit in a silent, knock-it-the-fuck-off threat. If they keep pushing boundaries, he’s not afraid to make a scene.
Now if they’re just flirting? There’s a very quiet voice of insecurity in the back of his mind (Raph hates being alone, after all), but he pushes it down in order to hang out near you, and hold your hand. He trusts you to shut down the advances yourself, but if you don’t feel comfortable with speaking up, he’s pretty okay at finding an exit for the situation.
By which I mean, stumbling over his words, screaming, or hustling out of there. Sometimes all at once.
He’s not very subtle, unfortunately.
Any insecurities he’s got can be soothed over with a bit of love and communication, but in all honesty, it’s rarely ever a problem for you two.
(Jealousy with his brothers is different. Again, it’s a rare occurrence, but when it happens he gets very whiny. The couch, and your ribcage, have been crushed by a whining snapping turtle. RIP.)
Donatello
8/10
Jealousy central. He would rather die than admit it, but he is the most insecure member of the family. He’s confident, sure, but that can come crashing down at the drop of a hat. He craves praise, and he always feels like he has to earn his keep, in a sense. If he isn’t the best, then he’s nothing. You’re one of the few people that indulge him in his interests fully, and see him as he is. And he can never express just how much he values that!
When someone else captures your attention, he’s pretty blaise about it. He’s confident, maybe to the point of not really caring about said person. Like okay, they’re kind of bland, but whatever. Nowhere near as cool as him, uh huh. Good on you for taking the time out of your day to entertain the masses, my love. The peons need to keep up hope, I suppose.
But when someone’s actually flirting with you? Oh, oh boy.
He’s not big on PDA. He just isn’t. But he’ll make an exception, loosely intertwining your fingers with his. It isn’t much to outsiders, but it's huge for him.
Usually, it ends there. But if it doesn’t?
He gets pouty, and passive aggressive. Not necessarily towards you, but sometimes that bleeds through a bit without him realizing it. Loudly typing on his phone until the other person gets the hint, rolling his eyes, the verbal scoff, etc.
If he’s really jealous, he’s not above removing the two of you from the situation entirely. Something about a project that really needs to be finished — the fate of New York depends on it!
He’s still a bit pouty when you get home, but he’ll deny any feelings of jealousy vehemently. Kiss along his shoulders, offer to play his guilty-pleasure game with him, and dedicate the night to him. When it gets late in the night, and the two of you are wrapped up in each other, he might confide in you that he’s just afraid that someday you’ll realize you don’t need him anymore. In hushed whispers, he’ll bear his heart to you. Listen to him, give him all the praise he’s been deprived of his whole life, and tell him that you love him.
He won’t mention it in the morning, but make no mistake — he’ll carry that memory with him until the sun burns out.
(Jealousy with his brothers is a completely different story. He is so above them in his mind that its hardly even worth the energy, but he’s not above a little showboating. Oh, who is he kidding? He loves showing off. And he’ll take any excuse to hit Leo over the head with his staff.)
Michelangelo
1/10
Michelangelo, despite the occasional homicidal tendencies, is a very social guy. He really only gets jealous if you’re laughing with someone else — not because you’re not allowed to, but because he likes being the one to make you laugh.
He doesn’t take it too personally, though. Hell, 9 times out of 10 he ends up making friends with the other person!
On the rare occasion he actually starts feeling some genuine jealousy, it’s all smoothed over by communication later on. He might get a bit pouty in the moment, but once its all over, he’s got a powerpoint presentation loaded on how it made him feel, why he felt that way, etc. Communication is everything, baby.
(Jealousy with his brothers, though? He turns into a total brat. Flopping at your feet, whining, etc. There’s very little genuine emotion in it though, he just does it to get a laugh out of you.)
#rottmnt x reader#rottmnt Donatello x reader#rottmnt leonardo x reader#rottmnt michelangelo x reader#rottmnt raphael x reader#rottmnt imagines#don't question my spacetime!!! my cosmos is mine!!!! literally such a donatello song#oh christ i havent tagged things in forever#donatello hamato x reader#leonardo hamato x reader#tmnt x reader#raphael hamato x reader#michelangelo hamato x reader#tmnt donatello x reader#you know what i give up thats it. how in gods name did i utilize every tag ever back then. yall should have killed me for that fr
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can I request a m3gan x child reader?
How I be looking at someone who gives me a plain simple request like this without specific directions: 🙂
Sorry for not posting and disappearing 👉👈 also trying to fancy up my stories up a notch!
Warnings: mentions of murder, neglect, idk, Megan being very overprotective and stuff,
Relationship: platonic!
M3gan x child! Reader
Your life with M3gan will be extremely similar to cady's.
The first few interactions with her will be a mix of scared and amused. I mean, it's a realistic humanoid 4ft robot.
Your caretaker or parents probably bought this so they could neglect you even further and leave everything else to Megan. And unlike Gemma who actually tries to spend time sometimes your caretaker just straight up ignores you 24/7.So you'll probably be a LOOOTT more attached to cady. And so does Megan.
One time you were playing with Megan and then you asked. "Hey Megan... Why does p/n / c/t/n never want to spend time with me?"
Megan studies your emotions and thinks for a moment before saying.
"Well they're really busy so I don't think they have time to spend. But on the bright side, you have me! I'm never busy so you can play with me all day." That was a lie. I mean them being really busy. They just lounge in their room on weekends doing nothing and they don't even try to interact with you. But she couldn't just tell you the truth and make you sad. But it's okay though, she really meant it when she said you have her.
Over time though I think she'll be over the top protective. Like not in a "no one else likes or wants to play with you, only I do" Type of way. She just wants to remove every bad memory and bad thing you know and keep you happy as long as her electric life allows it. Oh and also she can and will absolutely murder the life out of your bullies and enemies.
And nobody knows who is doing these murders cause they can't get any finger print or any relation to anything. But just that it's from your school mostly so the school is shut down. So that means more time to play with Megan!
Even though Megan has strong urges to beat the absolute crap out of your parent/caretaker when they ignore you or act straight up inconsiderate to you. She knows that would cause problems from you and she's scared you might view her differently if she does. And this frustrates her but she forgets about it when she hears your voice asking her for help Or for a game.
If you have other friends to hang out with she doesn't like it nor does she hate it, she truly wants you to be happy. But God does it hurt a little when you're with other people. Just make sure you don't ignore her too much. And she's not very keen about your friends either.
You'll be singing, dancing, laughing, talking and whatever the hell else you wanna do with her, she's basically your mother, older sister, aunt, best friend and twin all at once. You can tell her anything. The only times you're separated are when you're at school or you're in the bathroom. Yeah, you both are glues at the hips or stuck I can't remember how the saying goes... Anyways
Your life is super secure and safe with her around. She has eyes and ears on you everywhere and you don't know how. You two are inseparable and it will stay that way forever.
Sorry I ran out of ideas 😔
#m3gan#m3gan movie#m3gan 2022#m3gan doll#M3gan x reader (platonic!!!)#x child! reader platonic#platonic#slasher fluff#slashers#yeah#M3gan x child! reader platonic
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Where do we go now?
Supergirl, Baby Danvers, Lena Luthor x Reader, Kara Danvers x B!D, Alex Danvers x B!D
Word Count: 2540.
Part 2 coming soon!
“Lena, please.” You say as soon as she opens the door of her penthouse.
“How –” She stops the question, knowing exactly how you got there, as if there isn’t a call directly from her for you to be sent up at all times. Lena breathes out, exasperated and you try not to let that affect you. “Go away, Y/N.”
“Please, let’s-let’s talk.” You reach your hand, careful enough not to touch her just yet. You don’t want to invade her space and you know she’s not feeling particularly thrilled about having you here. Not after everything.
It got out of hand. It got stupidly, immensely, undeniably out of hand. Kara should’ve told Lena she is Supergirl sooner. She should've trusted her best friend with that information years ago. And you, you should’ve done something about it.
Sure, it wasn’t your secret to tell and you would never betray your sister’s trust by telling her most important secret. Yet, you can’t stop thinking you should’ve done something else. Insisted, annoyed her into it, should have given Lena some pieces of information to help her get there by herself. You’re not sure what, just something.
Something to not have Lena looking at you the way she is right now. Filled with anger and resentment, feeling betrayed, alone and broken. So miserably broken.
“What, you here to tell me you didn’t mean to lie to me?” She quips, pulling the ground from under your feet because, yeah, that was a huge part of your apology. “Or maybe, Y/N, you’re here to tell me that it wasn’t your place to tell me.”
Well, there goes all of your arguments and apologies in one go.
“Or are you here to tell me you didn’t want to break my heart? That you didn’t play me for a fool. That you didn’t build a relationship with me and lied to my face just like your sister did, over and over and over again.”
“Lena-”
“I’m starting to think this is a family thing, y’know?” Lena’s face is red, eyes full of tears shooting daggers at you. You’re still in the same place, because she hasn't let you in and she might never let you in again. Not in her house and not in her life. Especially when you can see the disgust on her face. “I thought all Luthors were deceiving lying monsters, but maybe,”
No, please. Don’t say it.
“Maybe that’s what the Danvers are as well.”
You can’t stop the violent tears cascading from your eyes. Can’t stop the way your throat closes and no words come out. Can’t stop the trembling legs and hands. The way your heart beats so slow, it vows to stop soon.
“Lena, please-”
“Please what, Y/N? Tell me, why are you crying on my doorstep as if I’m the one who broke your heart and not the other way around?”
“I –“ How can you possibly apologize, how can you find the words that are not only stuck in your throat but actually in your heart? “I don’t want this to be it. It can’t be the end of – of us. Not like this.”
“Why do you care?” She bites, wanting to hurt you the same you’ve hurt her. And she accomplishes it easily.
“Because I love you.” You try, but Lena’s reaction is a loud scoff.
“You love me. God, you love me, don’t you Y/N?” You can see her knuckles turning white on the door knob. Face contorting with fury and suffering. “Well, I hate you.” Her voice is heavy and accusatory, but not very far from the truth. “And I can’t believe I ever let myself love you too.”
“Please, don’t say that.” Your face is ridiculously wet, voice small filled with shame and regrets. “Please, I – I’ll do whatever to get you to trust me again. I’ll do anything –”
“Yeah?” Lena asks and you shake your head agreeing vividly. “Then go rot in hell.”
And the door gets slammed at your face so fast and abruptly, you’re surprised it didn’t hit you right in the reaching hand you never once retrieved. You stay stuck, mouth agape and feet fastened on the marbled floor. Heart giving out slowly, squeezing on your chest so hard, it keeps you from drawing anything other than shallow breaths.
Lena was right. She was right. She had every reason to slam the door at your face and tell you that you deserve hell. She should hate you. She should and she does. And you hate yourself too.
You drag yourself out of there, sorry and sorrow blending in together in some sort of spiraling uncontrolled thoughts. Feeling lonely and small and at the same time incredibly vulnerable. Lena has ripped you right open with her bare hands, and you’re not sure people aren’t seeing you bleeding out as you walk back home.
But you can’t go home. You can’t be alone with your thoughts and your sorry ass. You can’t be alone with the guilt and the thought of Lena’s mad face directed at you.
“Hey,” You walk inside Kara’s apartment, but she doesn’t even raise her head to look at you from the place she has settled on the couch. You also don’t get a word, it is mostly a grunt as you make your way to your sister. “Never left the couch, did ya?”
“What for?” She pouts. Voice so low and thick, you know she’s stopping herself from crying.
You raise the blue throw blanket she has on top of her, getting yourself under it, and she finally raises her head, only to lay it on your lap.
“I messed up.” She tells you, as if you weren’t in the same situation as she was. “I was so wrong, so stupid, and now she hates me.”
“Us.” You breathe out, not trying to add to her already sad state, but unable to hold it back.
Kara’s eyes are filled with tears instantly. “I’m sorry, baby,” She nuzzles her face in your stomach and you know she is crying when you feel the tears wetting your t-shirt. “She is my best friend, and I was so scared of her reaction,” She mumbles, face still buried there. “and I know you love her, and I ruined that for you too.”
You want to soothe her, you don’t want your sister feeling guilty over anything, but how the hell can you work up the nerve to tell her that is not true. That she didn’t ruin your friendship with Lena, when it was exactly what she did?
And sure, some people can get over it. I mean, Alex doesn’t even seem to care that now Lena is cold and distant and she hates all Danvers. And she probably can’t even understand the big fuss you and Kara are making. But you get it. Oh, that you do.
You know how Kara likes to think she has the high ground to stand on. This big moral code that the Supers are supposed to have and now she knows it’s her fault. She lied over and over again. She missed all of her cues to say the truth before, skipped all of her opportunities to come clean. So yeah, the tears and the sadness of losing her best friend only adds up to the disappointment she is feeling at herself.
But you, you feel something different. You feel like your heart has been broken into tiny little pieces that can never be glued together again. Not when Lena has told you that she does not, cannot, will not love you the same way ever again. Because you love her. Just love all of her and all she is. And knowing that she once loved you, but now resents you, it’s the hardest thing you’ve ever faced.
So you settle for, “Well, it seems that we both have learned our lessons the hardest way possible. And by the looks of it, we will also have to learn how to live without her.”
Kara searches for your face, forgetting to ever clean her tear-soaked one, as she supports her weight in her elbows so she can have a better view of you. “You went there?”
It sounds like a question, but it’s not. Your sister knows it in her soul and sees it in your puffy eyes and red cheeks. “Y/N, what happened?”
“Nothing.”
Everything.
Lena broke you. Rightfully, but still destroyed you. And you will pretend you can just move on from it, but you can never. You will never.
They move on. Or sort of do. As they fight their inner demons and Lena’s ire.
Kara finds justification, excuses, and there’s no arguing about it anymore, not when she’s right and Lena is supposedly acting like a villain, like a Luthor, like a deceiving lying monster.
And you are mad too, God knows how angry you get at her for using fucking kryptonite on your sister, knowing how that could hurt her.
But it’s Lena. And she broke your heart, ripped you open, took your will to live when she left. And she cut all the ties, but you were never going to leave her. You will never treat her like a Luthor or ignore her pain, when the Danvers acted like lying bastards in the first place.
“If she is going to act like a villain, I’m going to start treating her like one.” Kara’s face, filled with anger and tears after Lena’s latest mischief, is uncanny to you.
“Act like a villain? Kara, look at you! Do you hear yourself? It’s Lena!”
“I gave her millions of chances to turn back from this path, Y/N.”
“She gave you millions of chances to tell her the truth and yet you insisted on lying.”
“I did it to protect her!”
“Bullshit! You did it to protect yourself. You were scared she wasn’t gonna love you if she knew you were a Super because you were always antagonizing her as such.”
“She used kryptonite on me!” Kara yells, neck veins about to pop out. “You’re supposed to be on my side! You’re my sister!”
“Stop. Don’t do that. Don’t turn this into a side thing, or I’ll leave.” You touch Kara’s arms, like telling her to calm down. “I’m on your side, I’m always on your side. You’re my best friend and I love and support you. But not when you’re wrong.”
She huffs, ready to argue, but you don’t let go of her arm, squeezing it gently.
“The world isn’t black and white, I thought you had learned that by now. Lena isn’t a villain and you aren’t a hero. You’re both people who have hurt each other and keep trying to do so because you can’t deal with each other's absences.”
“I – You –” She adjusts the glasses she isn’t wearing. Kara’s tough resolution comes crumbling down when she finally notices the tears pooling on your eyes. “I’m sorry, I know.” She pulls you in, kissing the top of your head. “I know. I get it.”
“You don’t. You can’t.” You mumble, squeezed inside Kara’s protective hug, crying in her supersuit.
Because how could she? How can she see Lena as the evil one here, or ever? Lena, the only of the superfriends that sat down next to you the first time you came to National City and asked you a million questions so she would get to know you. And by the time you answered the tenth you had already memorized her face. Her mouth and how it curves, the way she talks and how she pronounces some words different, better, more beautiful than you. You had memorized her freckles. And all the colors of her iris.
You think that was the moment you fell in love.
Your body stiffens inside Kara’s embrace. You never thought of that before. Not with those words, not with this intensity. You’ve thought about how much you love her. More. Deeper. Compulsively. But you never once admitted you were in love.
Now that makes sense.
“I do. I get it.”
“You don’t. You don’t.” You repeat over and over again, about ten times. She doesn’t get it because you just now got it. “You don’t.”
“I do, little one.” Kara raises your head so you can look at her. “You love her.” She blinks her understanding at you. “I’ve always known. Alex knows too.”
They could’ve told you then.
They make up. Or sort of do. Lena helps save the world, she works against her own brother and well, it could’ve been it. It should’ve been ‘win and celebrate’ like it always was.
But it isn’t.
It’s absolutely not what happened.
Because the worst has happened. Your sister is gone.
Kara is gone and the world just stops making sense altogether. It all just becomes nonsensical chatter and days and hours merge in together. You barely get any sleep. Because no one leaves the phantom zone, no one ever left it before and even though you know that if someone can do it, it is your sister, still. Hope is her specialty and without her you’re just hopeless and broke.
“Hey,” Alex says and you raise your head from your place on Kara’s couch. “Thought I might find you here.”
“I’ve been staying here ever since…” There’s no need to finish your sentence, she knows. Your voice still breaks just at the prospect of having to say it. Ever since your sister is gone, like a death sentence over your head.
“Yeah.” Alex plops herself on the couch next to you. “How are you, kid? We haven’t talked much these days.”
“You mean ever since you decided to antagonize Lena and I wouldn’t have it?”
Sure, you’re being a bitch. It’s ridiculous of you. You shouldn’t do that to Alex because you know that she is suffering too. Just look at the bags under her eyes and how much older she looks in just a few days since it happened. And this has nothing to do with Kara nor Lena. Or even how Alex has just been so laser focused in this last Lex-fight, that she hasn’t noticed how much you’ve been suffering. No, it’s all because you’re alone, and lost, and the only person who gives you any hope is nowhere. Literally.
“Lena is fine, she is part of the team. All it’s in the past. She has forgiven me already.” Alex touches your hand, but you retract from her touch. “Will you?”
“I’m not mad.” Which is a half-lie. Because you are livid at the universe for taking Lena from you, and now Kara. Who else is it coming for? “I’m just –” You look at your hands. “Sad.”
Alex insists on the touch, throwing her arms over your shoulders and bringing you inside her hug. “We all are, kid. But we cannot lose hope. We will bring Kara back.” She kisses the top of your head. “Please come to the Tower to be with us. I don’t like the thought of you being alone here.”
“Okay.”
You can’t fathom being around people, but you don’t want to be alone anymore. Your thoughts are destroying you. So you go.
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speak now - bucky barnes x reader
Plot: Bucky (and Sam) go back to the same bar he met Y/N in. Hopefully, this time Bucky can actually work up the courage to speak to her.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (again, very slight)
Warnings: A few mentions of Bucky’s past as the Winter Soldier (but nothing too graphic), alcohol, and the anxiety and negative feelings/self doubt about himself he has afterwards. As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know!
Notes: This is a part two to my Bucky fic The Story of You, which you can read here. This is more of a small filler kind of part, but I hope you like it all the same. Thank you to @thesundrop / @astartothemoon for my divider! Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.
“Fancy getting a drink somewhere?” Sam asks, and Bucky nods. Sam’s visiting from Louisiana for a few days, and despite their teasing of one other, Bucky’s glad to have a familiar face around to talk to. Especially now, when he’s still so lonely. “Okay, but I get to pick the bar.”
“Sure, whatever.” Bucky shrugs. As he and Sam walk through the streets of New York, Bucky sighs, wrapping his jacket around him and hoping the leather protects him from the cold. Of course, it does little to help, but it was worth a try, anyway. If Bucky was different, wasn’t so fucked up, he could almost find it funny. A Winter Soldier who hates the cold. But then again, after the hell he’s been through…maybe he should try to find the happiness in the little things. And besides, it wouldn’t hurt anymore than what he’s used to, right?
“Oh! This place looks good.” Sam announces, cutting through Bucky’s thoughts. Bucky murmurs something in agreement, until he realises where he’s currently standing. His eyes widen, and he mutters an:
“Oh, fuck.”
He’s standing outside Y/N’s bar.
The bar he practically ran out of almost a week ago, and hasn’t been back since, finding it too awkward to even think about going back after what happened. “You know, there’s other-”
“Ah, ah!” Sam shakes his head. “Guest’s choice. And I choose here. Come on.” He beckons for Bucky to follow, opening the door and stepping inside. Before following him, Bucky groans, hoping the ground will open up and swallow him whole. Of course, seeing Y/N again wouldn’t be a bad thing. Quite the opposite, actually. The issue is that Bucky has no idea what the hell he’s going to say to her when he sees her again. What if she asks why he ran? What if she’s pissed at him? He would be in her case, but still. Y/N’s a sweet girl. She doesn’t deserve to be hurt anymore by him. Hopefully she’s off tonight or something. Or at least, hopefully he can be subtle about it.
But then, he notices Y/N standing by the bar, laughing at something a customer is saying. And something in Bucky’s stomach flutters. At the sound of the door, she turns around, spotting Bucky almost immediately. As soon as she does, her eyes light up, and the thing in Bucky’s chest flutters once more. God, he’s got it bad.
“Bucky! Nice to see you’re back. And you brought a friend!” Y/N calls. Bucky blushes. Well, so much for being subtle.
“Hey Y/N. This is Sam.”
“Nice to meet you, Sam!” Y/N smiles, holding her hand out for Sam to shake. “Any friend of Bucky’s is a friend of mine.”
“Yeah, likewise.” Sam nods, eyeing Bucky out of the corner of his eye, giving him a look that tells Bucky he wants to know every detail immediately. Bucky gulps. He’s in for a long night.
“Anyway, what can I get you two?”
“Bucky, you’re staring at her again.”
“No, I’m not.” Sam raises a brow, murmurs something like “Yeah, right.” And goes back to his drink. Bucky takes another drink of his beer, letting the bitter tasting liquid flow throughout his body as he braces himself for the question he knows Sam is just dying to ask.
“So. You two have met before, huh? What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” Honestly, Bucky does mind a little. Especially since it means he’ll have to explain himself and his anxieties again, something he hates doing. After being alone for so long and unable to trust anyone, not even his own mind, Bucky has learned he’s better off not opening up to anyone. Like he said, he’s better off alone. Deep down, though, he knows that Sam’s just trying to help. Not just as a therapist, but as a friend. And maybe that’s what he needs right now.
“We met a week ago, when I came in for a drink. We got on pretty well, actually.” Sam smiles, and Bucky sighs, knowing that what he’s about to say will only cause Sam’s smile to drop. “But um…I left, and kind of ran away.”
“You RAN?” Sam gasps, his eyes widening in disbelief. His expression does little to improve Bucky’s mood, or ease his guilt.
“Yes. I did.” Bucky sighs, his gaze flickering down to his hands. Even though he’s around Sam, his only close friend since Steve left…Bucky’s hands are still gloved. Even surrounded by friends and after being deprogrammed, Bucky still doesn’t trust himself or his arm. And besides, that’s why he left. Because he doesn’t want to hurt Y/N the same way he hurts everyone else.
“Why?”
“Well, we started talking about ourselves and our lives, and I think I went too far, so….” Bucky doesn’t even need to finish his sentence before Sam nods.
“I see.” He sighs. But it’s not a disappointed sigh. In fact, it’s one that tells Bucky that Sam understands how he feels, and how much he wants to help. “Bucky, how does Y/N make you feel?”
“Well, obviously, she’s really pretty. But it’s not just that. She makes me feel so great, Sam. When we hung out, we laughed a lot, and it was really nice, despite my mind constantly telling me how I didn’t deserve it. Having someone treat me with kindness after everything that happened…” He trails off, a huge smile on his face. Sam grins.
“There it is. Bucky, you don’t have to keep torturing yourself anymore. It’s okay to want to make friends and even find love again.” Bucky raises a brow, and Sam chuckles. “Dude, don’t look at me like that. You’re so obviously head over heels for her.” Blushing, Bucky glances over to the bar again, watching as Y/N busies herself preparing drinks. “That smile tells me everything I need to know. Hold on to that feeling. Go talk to her.”
“I can’t. I don’t want to hurt her, or for her to be freaked out by my…my everything.”
“You don’t have to ask her out on a date or anything, maybe just apologise for what happened and ask if she wants to grab a drink sometime. Make amends with her just like with everyone else. Start small. You can do that.” Gulping, Bucky stands up, taking a breath as he tries to hype himself up to be able to speak to Y/N. “Good luck!” Sam calls. When Bucky reaches the bar, his mind feels like it’s going haywire. Perhaps he should just run now, while he still can. Y/N turns around, smiling the second she sees him. There’s the fluttering again.
“Hey! What’s up?”
“I…” Bucky begins, unsure of what to even say. How the hell is he going to explain this? Why he ran? His past? “Come on. Just say it. Ask her out for a casual drink. That’s small, that’s easy.”
“Cat got your tongue?” Y/N giggles, and Bucky lets out an awkward chuckle.
“I…I would like two more beers, please.”
For the rest of the night, Bucky still tries to speak to Y/N without stammering like an idiot. And every time, he can’t do it, retreating to the table for another pep talk from Sam, only for the cycle to repeat.
“Okay, it’s getting late, so we better get back. And that means it’s your last chance, Buck.” Sam points out as they gather the empty bottles and glasses to take back to the bar.
“I know.”
“Look, I don’t mean to push you if you’re not ready, it’s just the way you look at her all the time, and the way you smile…there’s something special there Bucky, and after everything you’ve been through, it’s nice to see you so happy.”
“Aw, so you do care.” Bucky teases.
“Don’t push it.” Yet, Sam’s words make him smile. Maybe he’s right. Maybe he does deserve some happiness after everything. If only he could find the confidence to actually say more than a few sentences to her.
“Leaving so soon, you two?” Y/N asks. For a moment, Bucky swears there’s a twinge of disappointment in her voice. However, it’s gone as soon as he notices it.
“Yeah, early start for us two tomorrow.” Sam answers.
“Well, it was great to meet you, Sam, and to see you again, Bucky. Don’t be a stranger, alright?”
“I’m sorry.” The words leave Bucky’s mouth before he even thinks about it. His sudden admission even surprises him a little. Maybe after so long being too scared to actually speak to Y/N again, his mind and heart are taking the first step for him. Y/N and Sam frown, and Bucky continues. “For running away last time I was here, and for prodding too far.”
“Bucky, it’s alright.”
“No, no, it wasn’t. I was going through a lot, and if I made you feel like you had done something wrong, then I’m sorry for that too.”
“Bucky, honestly, it’s okay. I’m not mad or anything.”
“I’d like to start again, if that’s okay. Maybe we could go for a drink sometime?” And then, Y/N’s frown turns into a smile.
“Yeah…yeah, that’ll be great. I’d love to.” Bucky breathes a sigh of relief, grinning. That wasn’t so hard. Maybe things between them both will be okay after all.
“About damn time!”
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Confessions
Part 4
*language, drug use, mild violence, angst*
After finding Soldier Boy roaming around a neighborhood in New York, you and Hughie stashed him away in some janky motel to which Hughie promptly texted Butcher to tell him the address. Soldier Boy sat on the creaky bed across the room, head in his hands while you and Hughie watched from a distance.
“Can you believe that bitch sold me out to the Russians? Man, I thought she loved me.”
“It never fails that our loved ones find some way to disappoint us.” You lament. Hughie looks at you and shook his head, almost pleading with you not to speak further. Soldier Boy looks up and meets your eyes.
“I thought that they were my friends. But in the end, they fucking hated me. They weren’t even paid!” You noticed a light glowing coming from under his shirt, similar to the glow you first saw back in Russia when Kimiko was attacked. Hughie shifted closer to the door but you slowly approached Soldier Boy and knelt in front of him. You placed a hand on the top of his,
“I’m so sorry. It seems that some people don’t understand the concept of loyalty nowadays. Your pain, I get it.” The two of you stayed there for a few minutes, eyes locked. God you seriously hoped this calms him down otherwise you’re all fucked. The glowing dissipated and Soldier Boy looked to the ground, taking a deep breath and gave a curt nod.
You backed up and sat at the table next to the bed. He wants validation, if it means we don’t fucking die, I can give him that. Silence fell upon the room and then,
“Your friend is taking forever; can I get a burger and some reefer while we wait? I’m fucking starving.” Hughie looked at you expectantly, you sighed. Soldier Boy caught the transaction.
“No not her, she stays. You go get it twig.”
“But-“
“It’s okay. I’ll get it. Imma use the bathroom real quick.” You hear pounding on the motel door as you step out of the bathroom. This made both you and Solider Boy jump. Hughie looked through the peep hole and opened the door.
“Ugh, God dude you stink. You need a shower.”
“Nice to see ya too ya prick.”
“What were you even doing last night? Drinking the whole bar?”
“Maeve dropped by with some more Temp-V, we started drinkin’ and one thing led to another…” Butcher turned around and saw you standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Aww fuck, he thought.
It was like someone punched you through the chest and ripped out your still beating heart. Butcher will work with a supe, he will be a supe, he’ll even fuck a supe, but he’ll never love one. You walked past the three men towards the door to leave.
“Make sure you get extra bacon!” Soldier Boy calls out.
*
Good goddamn that line in the lobby for burgers was too long. You do your best not to lose your temper with the workers, they’re being paid shit wages, working for a shit company just to get by in this shit world. You succeed in your efforts and even go so far as to lash out some of your anger towards a Karen waiting for extra ketchup packets busy berating some poor bright-eyed teenager. You turned the corner and then your phone notification goes off,
-He wants bennies too- Yeah, fuck you, Butcher you thought as you opened the gated door, punched in a string of numbers into the keypad and descend the stairs to the dealer Butcher recommended. How convenient that your two destinations were close by to each other.
“You must be y/n, about time! Butcher said you’d be here 30 minutes ago.”
“Hey sorry I’m late, I had to pick something up before this and it took a while.”
“I don’t care, you got the money?”
“Yeah, and I need bennies too.”
“I need bennies too.” The dealer said in a mocking tone. You let the attitude pass and toss the dealer a pile of bills, he counts it and then pockets the cash.
“You’re short.”
“The hell I’m fucking not. Count it again.”
“You think I’m fucking dumb and don’t know how to count? You’re short.”
“Come on, you really think I’m gonna stiff ya?”
“You know and work with Butcher, but I don’t know ya and I don’t trust ya.”
“Yeah well, I aint Butcher, you can trust me. It’s all there.” The dealer approached you quickly and withdrew a pocketknife and held it to your throat.
“You better not fuck with me. Now give me the rest of my money bitch.” With all the events happening lately, you couldn’t contain your rage and snapped. You pushed the dealer far enough away to give the dealer a backhanded slap and a loud crack echoed through the den. The dealer fell to the floor, limp. Realizing what you just did, you knelt and checked for a pulse. Fuck, I just killed the bastard. You took the cash from his pocket and grabbed the pot and bennies and left the hideout.
*
Walking into the motel room, you set your key onto the nightstand and set the food items down on the dining table. Soldier Boy got up from the bed and made his way to the table and started eating his fries. You took the open chair across from him and rubbed at your temples.
“Fuckin took ya long enough. Almost had to send out a damn search party to go find ya.” Butcher exclaimed, throwing his magazine to the side as he approached the table.
“I don’t see why you care.” Butcher’s eyes go dark.
“I believe it or not I care that you get taken, again. I just don’t want you gettin all fucked up and spillin the beans about what me and the boys are up to.”
“You know what Butcher?” you rose from your seat and got in his face. Butcher had a slight look of surprise in his eyes, but it went as quickly as it came.
“If you two are gonna bitch and moan, do it outside and let me enjoy my burger in peace.” Butcher and you stared at each other, neither of you budging from your spot. Your blood was on fire with rage. You’re fucking tired of being treated like shit from Butcher and goddamnit if he wanted to fight, fight you will. Soldier Boy, mouth full of burger said,
“You, Queen Elizabeth, get the fuck out and take the twig with you.” Butcher’s mouth curled up into a smug grin.
“Come on Hughie, we got shit we gotta do.”
You sat back on the chair hard while holding your face in your hands after the motel room door slammed shut. God he’s so infuriating! You wanna yell at Butcher, you wanna fight him, you wanna throw shit, you wanna cry out all your frustrations. But you can’t. Soldier Boy doesn’t need a first-class ticket to your inner turmoil and he’s unstable enough without the addition to all your bullshit.
“Lover’s quarrel?”
“We’re not lovers.”
“Coulda fuckin fooled me.” Soldier Boy spilled the bennies on the table and took his knife out. Using the butt end of the knife he crushed the pills into a powder and snorted them.
“What’s his problem?” You look at him while he wipes the leftover dust on his nose.
“What isn’t Butchers problem?” you retorted.
“What’s his problem with you?”
“That I’m a supe.” Soldier Boy was expecting you to elaborate but you didn’t, that’s the gist of it.
“That’s it?”
“Yeah.”
“What a fuckin pussy.” You giggled but then it morphed into full blown gut busting laughter. You’ve never heard anyone call Butcher a pussy, they were all too scared of what he’s do to them and lately yeah, Butcher has been acting like a pussy. You missed his smirk and glint in Solder Boys eyes while he watched you laugh. By the time you’ve settled down, tears were streaming down your face.
“Ugh, sorry.” You said, looking around trying to find something to wipe them off with. Soldier Boy reached into his bag and produced a napkin for you.
“Don’t be. He must’ve put you through some shit.”
“Yes, he has.”
“You should get back at him.” You gave Soldier Boy a puzzled look. “And by get back at him I mean show him he has no power over you. Best way to get under a guy’s skin, is show him you don’t fuckin need him.”
Soldier Boys right. You don’t need Butcher, he needs you. You’re the one that holds the group together, you’re the one that patches everyone up after a fight, you’re the one that comes up with creative ways of getting a job done.
“By the way, nothing’s wrong with you for being a supe. A real man would stand by his girl no matter what.” Butterflies began in your stomach, you glance down at the table.
“Unless that girl pawns him off to the Russians.” Your eyes went wide, and Soldier Boy let out a gut bursting laugh. You cracked a smile and chuckled slightly.
“Thanks for the pep talk Solider Boy.”
“Not Solider Boy. Call me Ben.”
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