#DONT ASK ME HOW I DID I JUST DID IT IT WAS HARD

[kissylec]

BROKEN RIBBONS & PERFECT FISTS — rafe cameron, 07

pairing . . . boxer!rafe cameron x ballerina!reader in which . . . a clean slate is what you needed, to get away from a past you're not proud of and start over, focusing on what you were most passionate about, ballet. outer banks seemed like the best option, a breath of fresh air, new people. what you didn’t expect was that someone just as broken as you would stand in your way, staking your heart on a single name— rafe cameron. ch warning .ᐟ . . . mentions of substance use, troubled past

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BROKEN RIBBONS & PERFECT FISTS. — 06 . 07 . 08

THE TASTE OF SOUR BLUEBERRY GUMMIES explodes in your mouth as you guide your gaze to JJ. "So... the Kook, is the rich one... and the Pogue the not rich one?" you asked after swallowing.

"Working class" John B corrects you, and you nod.

You are unpleasantly surprised by how much distinction there is between social classes, and how much people care. You heard some stories from Pope, also from Kiara, the Kooks don't seem to be good people at all, and what surprises you the most is that Sarah is one of them.

It's very confusing, you think several times, and sad. The evil that some people can have with the lower class. That typical thing of looking down on you as if you were little, as if you were less than them, for the simple fact of having designer clothes and a little more money in the account.

"What if you're both? Like a... Kogue or something?" you ask, and you hear JJ laugh.

"You can't be both" JJ answers, making you look up at him.

"Sarah is both" you say.

"Sarah is different" John B explains to you.

You smile at her words, the way John B's eyes sparkle when he talks about Sarah. Your mind goes to Aaron, your gaze dropping to the bag of gummies as your brow furrows slightly.

"Why did you come to OBX?" you hear JJ ask out of the blue.

"JJ, really?" Kiara whispers, shoving his arms.

Your gaze moves to the blond, a faint smile playing on your lips. "It's okay."

You took a deep breath and left the clear bag beside you, bringing your knees to your chest. Your heart started to pound, swallowing hard and looking at your new friends.

"I uh... used a lot of... you know, drugs," you began. "I didn't have any friends, I pushed everyone away, I wasn't in good shape, and everything around me hurt me," you continued. "I just... needed something new, something away from... everything," you finished. Your gaze spread between the four heads, making you swallow hard again. "I hope you don't look at me differently after this."

"Not at all," JJ was the first to answer. "We all have our stories."

Pope was the second to join in. "Yeah... you're just... another story."

You smiled. A warmth spread in your chest, and for the first time in months, you felt welcomed and in your place.

kissylec says . . . putting this bad boy on hiatus, im not really finding myself w it, i dont really think you guys like it either! GOOD NEWS IS im working on another smau! probably will post it later this week. thank u nonetheless 💕 love u all

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[jasminedragonart]

im such a nitpicker on things but sometimes fics sound so good and then they do one thing and it immediately makes it hard to read.

For example, whenever I'm in marauders territory and I see something that I know wouldn't exist in that time period. Someone put that the car clicked open with a button on the keys. They didn't have that until the late 2000's. We used the key. I've had some people describe the windows going down with a button. They rolled with a handle. Btw I wasn't born until the 90s so I'm not that old but if I didn't have this stuff growing up then the marauders didn't either.

Or mind healers. Were therapists a thing? Yes. Did people go see them? No. There was a massive stigma around mental health until, again, the late 2000's. I remember kids being bullied for having autism. No one was in therapy. You think Harry James Potter saw a mind healer? Wizards are more backwards than muggles. He repressed his feelings until his kids told him he probably had PTSD in his late 30's like the rest of his age group.

I know these are small things. But as someone who grew up without the things we have now, it makes me just fade out from a fic when I see these things.

Again, nothing wrong with it. They're likely young and dont know. But yeah, keys were used to open doors on cars. CCTV came into force properly mid 2000's and it was so bad and grainy they were hardly ever used unless it was actually criminal. Car windows were rolled open and closed and sometimes in the back you had these windows that sort of popped open with this weird handle. Therapy wasn't a thing people acknowledged or talked about. Phones were around in the early 2000's but they're nothing like they are now. You couldn't take photos on some. Others were like bricks. You had to press a button like morse code to get a letter or number to text. You had to pay as you go if you were poor and texts and calls cost a fortune. The internet didn't appear on phones until way later. The internet itself wasn't widely used until the mid 2,000's and again it was nothing like it is now.

Cliques in British schools are nothing like American schools. There is no popular girl, or at least not in my year, chavs were rampant. Probably still are. Asbos existed for like a year and were pretty hilarious. Almost every girl from year 7 to year 9 went through a fake tan and heavy makeup phase. We looked like states with it on our collars. Uniforms are a big thing in the UK not just in private schools. Middle schools are more common now but barely existed in the early 2,000's, we just had primary and secondary. Maths in public schools didn't really have separate subjects so algebra is not something we grew up knowing about it's just sort of included in maths. If you went to a religious school like I did there was a big protestant catholic divide, think Derry Girls. In fact, just watch Derry girls it's basically how I grew up but in England not Ireland.

I feel so old but also, I think it's good that people learn about this stuff. If you don't know something, a quick Google search or asking someone what it was like doesn't hurt. I'm not saying you NEED to do it either. I'm just saying that life back then is a little different as to how it is now and if it was like that for me growing up in the 2000's I know for a fact it would have been even more different in the 70's and 90's.

[maiyz]

Just

summary: yuji angst with comfort

cw: self hate from yuji, not proof read should be a warning lmfao

pairing: yuji x reader

a/n: not timeline accurate

w.c: .5k 😵 main masterlist

yuji feels sukuna taking over his body, he wants to wake up, to stop him. although when it comes to this matter “powerless.”

hes not, he couldve stopped him, couldve saved all thoses people. the word powerless is only an excuse to make him feel better.

yuji is no better than sukuna.

he retained the memories of shibuya, he wasnt able to save nanami or kugisaki from mahito just like he wasnt able to save the poor innocent lives lost from sukuna. the reason he became a sorcerer was to save people, he cant even do that.

what was yuji good for if no matter what he did, it would never out weigh people hes killed, he deserves to be executed.

all he can think about is the screams and destruction of shibuya city.

finding rest in an alleyway, he leans against the wall which eventually turned into laying on the cold concrete floor.

while his eyes squinted, his chest heavy and overwhelmed by emotions, he heard light footsteps coming from a couple feet away.

yn stood at the opening of the alley, unsure of the best thing to do, was yuji sleeping?

“yuji?” yn said as she walked, her heart aching seeing him like this.

yuji didnt look up, he couldnt, he couldnt face anyone after what he has done. “i dont want or deserve your pity” yuji said quietly, barely above a whisper. “i shouldve been able to stop him. i shouldve been stronger.”

yn walked up to him slowly, feeling unsure about whether to say something or try to comfort him. but when they saw how shattered and defeated he looked, it became really difficult to just turn around and leave him there.

“yuji, please. this is not your fault. you didnt ask for sukuna, youre just doing the best you can.”

yuji finally moved his head slightly towards you, his eyes from crying. “the best i can killed thosands, like i said. i dont want your pity.”

“yuji” yns tone hardens. “listen to me, youre not a murderer, youre not sukuna”

yuji gasped, quickly withdrawing his hand from hers and rubbing his eyes hard, as if he could wipe away the tears. “but I’m the one who keeps setting him free. im the one who causes it all. im the one who can’t keep anyone safe.”

“youre never and will never be alone in this yuji, if you ever think that please remember your friends. like me, kugisaki, and fushiguro.”

she doesnt notice how his face warp into sadness when kugisaki is mentioned.

but even when as yn said it, how could he believe it? yujis pain felt too deep and too overwhelming. how could he ever believe something like that after what hes done.

ughh this is so buns

[transgenderfabianseacaster]

I really like your disabled Bad Kids headcanons! Are there any you have been thinking particularly hard about recently and wish to share?

YAY YIPPEE!!!! i loooove infodumping about my hcs :)))))

i have been thinking a lot about riz and fabian recently ! basically how their disabilities happened, and how they think about them

riz is autistic and adhd and was diagnosed when he was little, and he struggled a Lot with that (he is the energetic audhd kid who doesnt notice social cues At All and is very confused why people dont like him bc hes so friendly all the time) but he wasnt physically disabled till sophomore year. basically it started when he had the kalina curse expelled from his body; he thinks that since he had been born with it and it was very much entwined with his body, removing it did a lot of unanticipated harm. basically he has fantasy multiple sclerosis. its progressive and starts getting difficult to deal with over the night yorb quest; he has trouble walking and moving his legs and hands, as well as muscle spasms and incontinence. he starts using forearm crutches over that summer and a wheelchair by the moonar yulenear, and he wears afo braces

he also has bad brain fog, which is very much me projecting on him lmao. i'm mostly fine with being disabled but its the brain fog that frustrates me the most bc i was never really athletic but i was known as the Smart Kid for most of my childhood. and riz is still very smart ofc but brain fog complicates things a little bit. like me, he's come to terms with being physically disabled but not so much with brain fog... he also Hates asking for help. hes like yeah Other people can ask for help and need accommodations but not me that would be giving up. his friends are helping him with that but its a Process lol

fabian has a similar thing going on where hes frustrated by his disabilities a lot. he was born w fetal alcohol spectrum disorder (as was his sister my oc felicity/lissie who does eventually get to kill hallariel for funsies) and part of that is being more susceptible to ear infections and he ended up hoh from that when he was little, like 4ish. his parents Such Ass so never really helped him with that? like they got him hearing aids and then just sorta ignored it. cathilda taught him some halfling sign language :)) fabian is still more fluent in that than in common sign

and then at the end of freshman year he got Knife To The Eye (by the dreadnoughts) and promptly ignored it for several days. cathilda was off settling bill's will and such and god knows hallariel didnt pay attention to her son :// and yeah his eye ended up getting infected Badstyle. he got orbital cellulitis wwhich ended up spreading to his optic nerve and other parts of his brain, and by the time cathilda returned yeah damage had been done. he was very much passed out by that point lol. but yea he ended up w peripheral vision loss and slight color blindness, as well as epilepsy (which was because he already had some weirdness in his brain from fasd). as of jy he uses a guide cane most of the time. both his cane and his hearing aids are coated in gold lmao

he feels... embarrassed? about his epilepsy bc he tends to have seizures at inopportune times, eg in the middle of a bloodrush game (which happens in my 5+1 wip). he tends to feel guilty that things have to come to a halt for him to recover

fabian also has bpd 🙂‍↕️

basically both fabian and riz are like Other peoples disabilities limit them and thats Fine but when mine does its My Fault and Makes Me A Burden. which ofc is stupid of them but hey neither of them are that good at introspection <333

ok this ended up a Lot longer than i was planning hfjkdhfsdk

[miowyaa]

One chair a day, keeps the doctor away; Various BLLK x gn!reader

A/N: Thank you @gothforgod for this request, this had me giggling so hard while I was writing this that I genuinely mightve looked insane. I'm sorry if I made the reader a little too freaky. I had no idea what I was doing. Shidou 2.0 I fear. ALSO, THIS CAN BE READ AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC? Again, im so sorry but I find it hard to fit so many love interests into such a oneshot but I tried my best. A majority of it is just joking.. Anyways, I hope youll enjoy reading it!! :)

Cw: reader gets hit by a chair and is knocked out for a few minutes, they’re a little disoriented for a bit but that's the extent of any injuries (?)

It's times like this when you’re really contemplating your life decisions. Namely the one you’re facing right now, nutrients…or that shiny new skin that just released? You debate calling your parents for some extra allowance, but then the memory of you stating your independence so passionately sits you down, because as much as you want that cool skin, you decide that your dignity is worth more.

It was a few months ago when your father broke the news that he had gotten a better job opportunity in another city that would require you guys to move to what was basically the other side of the country. As ever the dramatic person, you fell to your knees and started begging them to let you stay here.

Not only were you dramatic, you were also incredibly annoying because your nagging eventually worked. So with the promise of you being the most responsible person ever and to keep the house as clean as possible, you were allowed to stay.

Well, as it turns out, you may not be the most dutiful person to have ever been born but surely it's okay. It's just time to get a job, like any other normal person would. With this new plan in mind, you are filled with a new determination and swing open your laptop and start looking for any job listings that you could apply for. Unfortunately, it seems that it was all for nothing as you either dont meet the requirements, or.. Well, that's honestly really the only reason. Your eyes nearly jump out of their sockets when you scroll through convenience job positions that require three million years of experience? No thanks.

It's been two hours of straight searching and you're nearly about to just suck it up and plead with your lovely parents for some extra money when a job listing pops out. It has no requirements that you can't fufill and the pay is not tht bad! Well, it does require you to be a pretty good cook but not to brag, youve cracked an egg or two into your instant noodles. You’re pretty sure you got this in the bag.

It was a little frightening how quickly they had accepted your application, were there no applications to be asked or did they need a new cook that bad? You couldnt complain and you were to start the following week, huzzah! There were some catches though, you were to live on site for some reason. You opened up the location the facility was at on maps and it was practically in the middle of nowhere. Simple problem with a simple solution, you dont have a car so you figured youd just call up a taxi- okay that's one down. What would you need to bring? Clothes maybe, would they allow you to return home every one and a while to do laundry or would you do it there? The contract they sent you was so vague..

You did what you could over the one week and once that was up, you called up a taxi and headed towards the facility. It was high in the mountains and honestly, you started thinking about the likelihood that you would get murdered. 

After paying the fare, you walked into the weirdly shaped facility with your luggage in tow, prepared to meet whatever freak was about to employ you. With no freak employer in sight to greet you, you let your curiosity get the best of you and let yourself start wandering. The whole building is built like some sort of maze, all its walls looking identical to each other. By this point, youre unable to piece together where you are anymore because youre convinced youve walked into a hundred different rooms with the same doors. That is, until you walk into what looks like a cafeteria! 

This is promising- you think. You're here as a cook so your job will probably be somewhere around here. You look around the huge room and note two things, one: it's very clean, every flat surface you can see is sparkling, and two: there's a chair flying towards you.

You wake up and the world around you is hazy, you can make out one figure in your peripheral vision and you grab onto it as hard as you can. It reacts with an ‘eek!” and you feel your upper body slumping to the ground. Apparently, they were trying to lift you up. Did they think you were dead? Maybe, and this was this horrible plan of trying to discard your body. You look infront of you to see another figure and with all the strength your disoriented state can muster, you slam your foot onto their face. 

It lets out a surprised yelp and backs away from you, now, you're laying on the ground trying to comprehend what has just happened. Is this the afterlife? No, because you just beat two people up and one of them is still in your grip. You notice that you're holding someone's hair, and immediately sober up. “Oh my-” you sit up, freeing the poor guy in the process.

“-Gosh.” the two look at you as if you’re some sort of animal, and you can't blame them. You dont doubt that the chair that hit you has left some sort of effect on your appearance. Just as you’re about to apologize, one of them has beat you too it. His highlights falling over his shoulder as he quickly bows, the other one follows suit.

“We’re so sorry!” One of them cries out, he has dark blue hair and you notice that his eyes are squeezed shut, too scared to meet your gaze. For lack of better words, you're speechless. Speechless that is until the greatest idea ever pops into that head of yours.

“Ladies, ladies. Calm down, there's enough of me to go around,” you pick yourself up looking all smug. You catch their faces of surprise as you dust yourself off and turn your heads towards the chair. “I guess the chair couldnt help it, all things naturally gravitate me because of my..beauty..” Well, you’re pretty sure that they just think they messed up your head, judging from their expressions. You shouldnt have said that, now it's just awkward. 

The blue-haired one tries to speak, but he's obviously hesitant to do so. A horrible silence engulfs the three of you as all just stare at each other, painfully waiting for the next interaction. “Do..do you play soccer?” He finally says.

How do you explain that you dont have an athletic bone in your body? Just the presence of any ball is guaranteed to make you sweat, but from what little research you did of the facility, you do not fit in at all. “No,” you state flatly, the room returns to a state of excruciating silence.

The one with what can only be described as a layered bob-cut with highlights claps his hands together, “then we’ll teach you!” You’re pretty sure you’re not supposed to be fraternizing with the players, but your employer still hasnt showed their face yet and you honestly couldnt give less than a fart. You shrug and he lights up, taking you by the arm and dragging you off to who knows where, the other one following close behind.

You’re zoned out for the most part, but you do catch the bob-cut guy saying some random things such as, “my monster this..my monster that..” It's a little concerning, should he be on some medications or did this place think that his ‘monster’ was beneficial to him? Well, you dont know and you really dont feel like finding out. Just as you’re going down the bob-cut monster rabbit hole, the three of you make it to a brightly lit room with artificial grass. It seems that you arent alone, as aside from the three of you, there's also some other people kicking around some balls. So athletic. You’re intimidated.

“Bachira, dont you think..” the quieter of the duo tries saying before ‘Bachira’ runs off to go grab a ball. It's now just the two of you, and impulsively, you say it outloud. “Heh..It's just you and me now..” you slowly turn to him, you're obviously trying to crack a joke but the guy's face heats up so quickly you’re afraid he's having a heat stroke or something.

Both of you have no idea what to say and it isnt until Bachira returns that there's finally a conversation. He brought along a few other people, three to be exact. What might be the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and this purple-haired guy who's so graciously carrying someone asleep. You’re unsure of how the purple-haired dude or the person hes carrying are going to help you play soccer, but you’ve been unsure about practically everything since you got here, so maybe you’ll just trust them on this.

It's not that you’re really that eager to learn, but apparently Bachira thinks so and you’re slightly afraid of what his ‘monster’ will do to you if you run away now. So for now, all you can do is smile and nod. The gorgeous man introduces himself as Chigiri, and the blue-haired one realizes he's yet to introduce himself and tells you that his name is Isagi. The purple-haired one introduces himself as Reo and the one asleep and Nagi. Wow, are you in middle school icebreakers again? You dont even realize for a few secondsd that everyone is waiting for you to introduce yourself.

“Oh, yeah. Hi, im (name).” You’re half expecting them to ask you to share a fact about yourself to the class but luckily it doesnt come to that. As if everyone forgot what they were there for, they slip into conversation instead of teaching you soccer and you’re relieved, you slickly open up your phone to do your daily logins when you notice a new voice talking to you.

Should you burst out into tears? Or challenge him to a 1v1 to reclaim your honor? You turn slowly to face the now awake Nagi whose still being carried and has noticeably left a small puddle of drool on Reos shoulder. “You suck at that game,” he repeats. Gasps heard around the room, not really, but basically.

“Excuse me?” You gasp, placing a hand over your heart to show that you took much offense to what he said. Hes so cool and nonchalant that he has the same expression as he did when he said such rude words to you: nothing. His face is literally devoid of any emotion except maybe for boredom and you feel the need to pummel him to the floor.

“Ill have you know, that I'm top 300 in arena, not only that-” he cuts you off. So rude. “Top 20.”

Oh, okay. So he's just a video game nerd, this isnt your fault you're just outmatched because he spends all his time on the game. You feel better now! Atleast you dont rot in this game all day like him. “We have a professional over here..” you lean towards the one closest to you, which so happens to be Chigiri. He looks at you weirdly and you can't tell if it's out of concern or if he's just judging you. Now with the judgement of your five minute crush, you now turn to one of Bachiras methods. You clap and you make sure its really loud. Then, out of embarrassment, you shout, “so, soccer!” 

Bachira lights up, did he seriously forget? You really dont know, but either way, you send another glare towards Nagi before turning towards the speaker. “Oh, yea! Totally slipped my mind. Okay..So this-” so he did forget, but no biggie because he gets cut off by a huge monitor hung up on the wall.

“There you are. Come to my office, now.” It's clear he's talking to you, and you take this chance to leave because, no, you really do not feel like learning how to play soccer, sorry Bachira. Despite the fact that you have no idea where the office is, you walk backwards out the door. What's that saying again? Saved by the bell, except you were saved by a huge TV by a man with a bowl-cut. Lots of peculiar hairstyles here.

You thank whatever force is out there for helping you avoid this predicament and then run off with crossed fingers that the next room you enter, will be the office.

© miowyaa | please do not steal, repost, or translate any of my work.

[joces-wrld]

amor prohibido

| small text indicates flashbacks, spanish is not translated

a west side story au [puerto rican! reader]

you knew you were supposed to stay away from him. it was the one thing your cousin, bernardo, begged you and your younger cousin, maria, to do. always go out with one of your own, never one of the white guys

you didnt listen to your parents back home in puerto rico though, what made him think you'd listen to him here in nueva york? of course he hated your rebellion, but atlas, he didnt try hard enough to stop you, not like he did with maria

maybe it was favoritism? she was his sister after all, but you weren't quite sure, to be quite frank you didnt really care, it's what allowed you to meet him

christopher sturniolo, infamous member of the jets. he was fairly close with their leader, riff, and the 2nd in command, tony. unfortunately, or fortunately? he and his practically identical brothers had to spend time with tony after a very nasty rumble. he was fortunate enough to get released alongside tony, his brothers...had another year. he, like tony, worked helping around Doc's store, which is how you met him....

....you were making your daily visit to valentina, you were closer to her than your actual family, she always looked out for you, when you spotted the pair

you obviously didn't pay them much attention as you were their for valentina, not these raggedy white boys. "aye vale, bernardo quiere que vaya al baile con toro, tu crees?" you complained, folding your arms across your chest. "y maria con chino?" the older asks, amused by your frustration. "no! yo tengo que it porque maria no quiere ir. honestamente no se quien se cree, no es mi jefe para que este tratando de controlarme la vida,"

"sorry ta interrupt, but uh, ya' in front of the door here"

you look up at the foreign boy, "vale, quien es este gringo?" "y/n, meet chris and tony, they work here now" you roll your eyes at her english, "where you from? accent not new york" you ask chris, wondering why his accent was slightly different than the other gringo's here

"boston. moved here 'round 2 years ago" "hah, you and me, we moved at same time" you chuckle at the irony. "pero quítate muchaha", you move out the way, watching as the boys head to the basement. without thinking, you follow

"so, why i never see you before?" you ask, curiosity getting the best of you as plop down on one of the beds present. "uh, we was locked up" chris replies, making you worry slightly. "we, uh, we've changed, dont worry" tony quickly adds, sensing your worry

"why?" you ask, swinging your feet. "you're nosey, aint'cha" you shrug at chris' words, not quite sure what they meant. "well uh, me, chris, and his brothers got into a real bad rumble, managed to get all 4 of us locked up" tony summarizes, "siblings, you got?"

chris nods, "im a triplet, matt and nick are still locked up" "you?" "nah, closest i got is riff and the triplets"

riff. you knew that name, all too well. "you, you guys jets?" "um, im not quite sure" tony replies. "whata 'bout you pretty? got any siblings?" "back in puerto rico"

after that day, you were visiting Doc's almost every hour, the 2 gringo's had intrigued you. you had grown quite fond of them, they werent like the other jets, they were actually nice. dare you say, you even developed some sort of feelings for one of them, the younger, chris. the 2 of you would flirt back and forth, and to be honest, most times you didn't understand what he said, and he was just as clueless to your words, but you managed just fine. finally, after weeks of flirting, chris had the balls to ask you out on a date. you, not being a dumbass, agreed, and luckily you did because that was the day he'd ask you to be his, even if it meant you'd have to keep it a secret....

...."hey pretty," "hola chris," "god i love it when youse say my name like that, anyways, ya free later?" "depends" "wanna go somewhere with me?" you nod, excitement clearly evident in your face. "meet me back here at 3"

3pm hit and you were back at Doc's, wearing a pretty yellow dress with white heels and a matching white purse. chris whistled when he saw you, earning a playful smack from tony—who stood next to chris outside of Doc's

"treat her right, eh? make sure ya back before 11", the younger rolls his eyes, "yes dad" "i mean it. have fun"

once on the train, you ask where you're going. "small diner my brothers and i went to when we first moved here, its pretty good"

you talked the whole way there, laughing and cracking jokes, him teaching you a bunch of swear words in english, and you teaching him basic sentences in spanish. once you got to the diner, he was such a gentlemen to you, opening your door, pulling your chair, and even paying for everything

"hey, uh, i gotta question for ya" he nervously said, taking a spoonful of the ice cream you shared. "hmm?" "so, uh, i really enjoy spendin' time witcha, and i think you're the prettiest girl i've ever laid eyes on, and i was jus' wondering if you'd like to be mine" "like, your girlfriend?" "yes, exactly like that" he smiled nervously, awaiting for your reply

"we'd have to keep it a secret..." "i dont care, just wanna call you mine, no one has to know, just us 2" "then yes, i'll be your girlfriend, chris" "great! we gotta go visit my brothers some day, they oughtta meet a pretty lady like you"

that was 2 months ago, and you were going steady with chris. no one knew, except for tony and valentina, and even then, you 2 never confirmed it, it was suspicion more than anything

tonight was the night of yet another dance, and of course you were being forced to go with toro. chris knew of this, he knew how your cousin felt about guys like him, so he didnt mind you dancing with another man. he actually had bought you the dress you were wearing to the dance, it was a pretty baby blue color with white accents

"im sorry chris, wish you could go" " 's okay pretty lady, long as ya have ya fun" "i'll see you right after, okay?" "lookin' forward to it, have fun sweetheart"

you practically ran home, excited to try on your new dress, even if another man would see you in it instead of chris. "aye y/n, pensé que ya ni ibas ir, apúrate. once bernardo gets here, we leave"

you run to you and maria's shared room, quickly throwing the dress on, smiling as you see yourself in the mirror. you put on your white heels and add some red lipstick, thanking God your hair was already done

"who cares what barnardo thinks, chino is the only boy who counts!" "what did i walk into?" "mi primer baile en nueva york and i have to go with that zángano, i dont want to" "ay, be nice, chino is a very sweet boy"

"bernardo es un dictador"

"bien dicho!" you agree, watching as maria applies some of anita's lipstick. "you guys cant take that personally, he's got to be like that. it's how he got to be a great boxer, everyone's afraid of him"

"i'm not"

you laugh at anita's words, "me neither, he can take a stick and shove it up his—"

"anita, we're home"

maria is quick to wipe her lipstick, making you frown. you follow the 2 into the kitchen, dreading the next few hours of your life. you zone out as the siblings talk, only paying attention once bernardo taps your shoulder

"óiganme bien, the gringos tonight, they stare because, our girls make their girls look lousy. si alguno de ellos les falta el respeto, the first gringo boy who smiles at any of you, pow!" you roll your eyes, if only he knew

moments later you're walking into the community gym, hand wrapped around toro's arm, face cold as stone. you follow the crowd, watching as the gringo's dance. maria steps away from chino, creating a very big gap in between them, with a small shrug, you happily let go of toro's arm, taking a spot next to maria

you watch amused as the jets and sharks dance battle, completely ignoring what the original task, whatever that may be, was. maria, filled with a want to dance, watches intensely. sensing her want, chino walks out there, dancing his heart away

maria runs to him, toro looking over at you. "dont even think about it, find yourself another girl to dance with, i am in no mood" the boy nods, actually walking away, as you scan the room, you notice an all too familiar face

without creating much attention to yourself, you make your way up to him. "tony!" "y/n! ya look pretty" you quickly hug the boy, "watch it, chris would punch you if he heard, is he here?" tony laughs, "yeah he, uh, he went to the restroom" you clap your hands, "stay out of trouble tony" you warn, knowing his history, earning a small smile from the boy. "i mean it,"

you exit the gym, waiting outside the set of doors, eager to see your secret lover. "what's a pretty lady like youse, doing out'ere all alone," a familiar voice asks

"chris!" you shriek, wrapping your hands around his neck in a hug. "hey pretty girl" "what're you doing here?" "riff came by sometime after you left, asked tony to come to the dance for whateva reason, asked me to tag along" he shrugs, pecking your lips. "you look beautiful sweetheart," "all thanks to you"

he then takes your hand, wrapping the other around your waist, the music wasn't loud enough to where the both of you could easily pick up a rhythm, but that didnt matter. "a dance, 'm lady?" you giggle in response, wrapping your arm around him. the 2 of you sway together, creating your own rhythm

to entranced with each other, you fail to notice the faint music stop, along with all the commotion that followed. you 2 stop dancing and you lean against the wall, chris hovering over you, slowly leaning in

the doors suddenly slam open, BOOM

"y/n?!", it was bernardo.

some of the jets whistle as you scram from underneath chris. "bernardo, calm down!", you stand in front of chris, protecting him from your very angry cousin

"first maria dances con un gringo, i come out here to settle it and i catch you about to kiss one as well, what the hell is wrong with you?!" he screams, making chris furrow his eyebrows. "listen man, i dunno whatcha problem is, but watch ya tone with her. i'm chris—" "i dont care who you are, y/n quítate"

"cuidado bernardo, que con el, no te metes" you warn, staying put. "go settle whatever you have to settle, i'll see you at home"

with an angry sigh, bernardo slams his hand on the wall next to you, furiously walking away. once you deem he's far enough, you finally step aside

"attaboy! all up on one of 'em just to anger 'em—" riff exclaims, patting chris' shoulder, "quítate" you say to riff, pushing him slightly and taking chris' hand, dragging him away

"care to explain what the hell that was, pretty lady?" "that was why i said we had to keep us a secret, bernardo, he's my cousin", and suddenly everything clicks in chris' head. "i'll make him like me, trust me pretty girl. come home with me tonight?" "cant amor, i have to explain to bernardo before he see's you again. i'll go to you tomorrow, promise. walk me home?"

"always pretty lady"

"what the fuck" chris mumbles, whistling lowly. you both watch tony and maria kiss, the former quickly climbing down the balconies chris has climbed way too many times. "guess thats the gringo 'nardo said maria danced with...." you mumble

"bernardo's going to kill us"

a/n: CLEARLY inspired by my favorite musical, idek if it makes sense but it literally came to me and i could not shake the thought away, might make a part 2???

[m4y4wasnthere]

okay i feel so bad because someone requested this but i accidentally posted it before i was done and had to delete the post 😭😭😭

request: johnny x f!reader smut. johnny finds out sodapop likes reader and johnny wants to make sure the reader knows that they’re his.

jealousy

johnny cade x f!reader

warnings: cursing, smut; creampie, a bit forceful, ‘cheating’ accusations

summary: sodapop talking about y/n has johnny go into a jealous frenzy

a/n: this’ll probably be my last johnny smut for while, i wrote alot for him for the past 2-3 days and i just need a break haha 😭

“shes such a doll, you guys wouldn’t believe it if you saw her.” soda said breathlessly as he talked to ponyboy and dallas.

they were all chilling at the DX, soda was on a short break and was bragging about how you guys first met. which was yesterday.

“whatever happened to that chick sandy?” dallas asked slyly with a grin on his face, slowly taking a swig from his cigarette. ponyboy nodded in agreement.

“dont bring up sandy, shes old news. yea yea i thought i loved her but i was dumb,” johnny walked in through the door, “but this girl i know i’ll love.” soda smiled hopelessly.

ponyboy knew about you and johnny. you guys weren’t really in any relationship, but both haven’t hooked up with anyone else either. he decided to keep his mouth shut.

“whatever man, this y/n girl or whatever her name is, can’t be as good as you say she is. you always exaggerate, pisses me off sometimes.” dallas took one final swig of his cigarette and waved bye to the 2 boys, walking past johnny out the DX.

johnny’s eyes flickered to sodapop. y/n? hes talking about her?

“you’ve met y/n?” he asked with a forced smile. ponyboy stayed quiet and pretended he didn’t know anything.

“yup. have you seen her yourself? shes such a dream.” soda chuckled before speaking up again, “y’know my break is almost over, I should probably get ready to go back to work. see you guys later tonight?”

johnny walked out the room without saying goodbye. “whats his deal?” sodapop took a rag and flung it over his shoulder. “i dont know soda. maybe he had a rough day.” ponyboy decided he’d go home. he never understood the relationship between you and johnny, never liked you in that way. but he was happy for his best friend.

he was just hoping sodapop would catch on so he wouldn’t have to be the one to break the news.

you were trying on a new dress you had just got before you heard a knock on your window.

the only people who knew where you lived was the gang, so you assumed somebody just wanted to hang out.

you walked over to it and saw johnny. it was pouring rain, and he was just sitting outside waiting for you to let him in.

“johnny? you came out here in the rain? you’re gonna catch a cold like that !” you opened the window and let him climb inside.

you shut the window quickly and went to retrieve a towel for him.

after a few minutes of letting him dry up, he finally spoke up.

“did you meet soda yesterday?” he looked at you, but you didn’t notice his hard stare.

“soda? ohh, ponyboy’s older brother,” you started to make your bed, “yea, he’s pretty nice to talk to.” you took a pause , “rumors weren’t lying about his face either.”

you meant it as a joke but johnny’s blood boiled.

“you find him cute?” he leaned against your dresser, directly behind you. his eyes gazed up and down your body as you folded your blankets. your dress easing up your thighs had him appreciating your ass.

“i guess alittle, for his age,” you said with a smile. but you were completely oblivious to what trap you were getting yourself into.

before you were finished making your bed, you felt johnny wrap his arms around you from behind.

you giggled as you felt him hug you tightly.

he had his head up against your ear, “you like guys like him?”

you were a bit confused by his question. “well, what do you mean?” you were going to turn to look at him but he held you tightly. you slowly realized what was happening.

“you find him hot, don’t you ?” he bit your earlobe.

your body stiffened and you couldnt help but squirm against him.

“i never said i found him hot johnny, i didn-“

he put one of his hands on one of your breasts, retrieving a gasp from you.

“you like showing yourself off for other guys?” he was still speaking at a low whisper, his breath hot and heavy against your ear drums. you could sense the jealousy throughout his body.

you were flushed up against his back, your body was heating up. breath staggering as he continued to massage your breast, your legs clenched together.

“always wanting to be the center of attention.” he slowly unzipped the back of your flowly dress. “i bet you batted your eyelashes at him, hoping he’d like you.” the dress fell down to the floor.

goosebumps covered your body from head to toe. he was jealous of sodapop.

“i swear i didn’t. i was just being friendly-“

“friendly my ass.” he brought his other hand to your other breast and massaged both of your nipples.

you tried to keep your whimpers in but your body betrayed you as you slightly grinded back on him.

“won’t even moan for me.. you’re such a brat today.” he pushed you flat on the bed.

“johnny i swear i didn’t do anything. i wouldn’t do anything like that ba-“

he cut you off with a slow, deep kiss. his body hovering over yours. you moaned softly into his mouth, cupping part of his face.

he stripped off his jacket and jeans before returning to you.

“you’re gonna be a good girl for me and let me do what i want to you.” he moaned into your lips while groping all over your body.

he kneaded at your skin, massaged, smacked, anything he could do to relive his jealousy.

he slid two fingers into you without warning. you felt his fingers curl inside of you, getting covered in your juices as he pumped in and out.

“soon this’ll be my cock and you’re going to be crying for me to stop.” he whispered into your ear.

one thing led to another and he had you on all fours crying your eyes out, hands gripping the bedsheets, back arched and body full of sweat.

“what’d you say baby? i couldn’t hear you.” he thrusted in and out of you at an unbearable speed. the arch of your back was at a perfect angle for him to hit your g-spot over and over again.

“i- i’m sorry for yesterday, im sorry,” you cried , “im sorry for being such a slut.”

he pulled all the way out and oushed all the way back in. you clenched around him and your voice cracked as you moaned his name.

“yea keep moaning my name baby.” he grunted.

he smacked your ass.

“you need to know who you belong to.” he moaned lowly as he slowed his thrusts in and out of you.

“johnny, ‘m yours.. ‘m all yours, nobody else’s…,” your words slurred as he fucked you through your second high. your eyes rolled as he fucked you faster after feeling you pulsate around his cock.

he leaned down and wiggled his cock against your cervix as he whispered ,“yea y/n, you’re mine. not sodapop’s, not dallas’, you’re mine.”

you broke a 3rd time and mumbled nonsense as you felt his warm cum shoot in you.

you laid boneless on your stomcach, his fingers pushing all the cum back into your pulsing hole.

💛

after a few minutes he climbed into your bed next to you.

“are you okay baby? i know i was a bit rough today. im sorry.”

he stroked your hair softly.

“yes im great.. it was great,” you said breathlessly.

“i just got so jealous after hearin’ sodapop talk about you and i just needed to know you were with me.”

you kissed his neck in response and he cuddled back into you.

[s0urw00lf]

Getting older

IMPORTANT PSA: 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃

Warnings: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐫*𝐩𝐞 )𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛*𝐬𝐞 )𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞)

An: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨�� 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭’𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚

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“It’s about time you figure out what you're going to do y/n, you're nineteen now and your sisters already gone to college by this age” your dad spoke from the doorway of your room as you sat staring at yourself in the mirror.

Your parents seemed to be excited at finally getting rid of you and that’s how it's always been. You, overshadowed by your sister. No matter how good you did in school, or how well you did on a hunt, they always made sure to point out something you did wrong.

After your dad left you continued staring at yourself. A single teardrop falling from your eye.

At dinner that night it was quiet, and tense. The silence filled with the scraping of metal against glass, barely audible chewing and everything that remained unsaid between you and your parents. “Can i uh- can i talk to you guys” you asked quietly, pushing the food around on your plate.

The silence thickened when they stopped “of course honey” your mom spoke sounding almost forced. You sighed “I’ve been- having a hard time with… life really” you nervously laugh, glancing up at them “I mean I feel sad all of the time, and school is getting harder and I'm sorta feeling… lost” you shrink into your seat.

You miss the look your parents give each other. “Is this because of what I said earlier?” Your dad asks, making you look up finally “no i sw-“ “i cannot believe this,” your mom scoffed “ you know what you are so dramatic y/n. All we ask of you is to figure out your future, is that so much?!” Your mom slams down her utensils, making you flinch.

“No mom, that's not what this is about, i just- i need someone to talk to. Someone to listen to me please!” You cry, your dad sighs rubbing his forehead “you know i had a hard day at work i don't have time for this-“ “you can't make time for your daughter? I am reaching out and asking you for help! If i was y/s/n you’d drop everything!” You cut him off standing up so hard it made your chair flip over

Your parents glared at you “go to your room” your dad said pointing in the direction of your room. You scoff a laugh as tears form in your eyes.

Who knew you could be alone in a house full of people

After that conversation happened you left. Off on your own at nineteen, somehow you’d fallen more into hunting and you were way better at it without your parents hovering over you, you ran into hunters more than you would’ve liked too.

”You a hunter girl?” Seemed to be a question you got asked more often than not during your first year of solo hunting.

“You got a boyfriend?” The man named Hank that had been following you asked you, as you walked from the house of a victim to the car you’d manage to get. “No i dont” you reply dryly turning around to face him when you reach the car.

His eyes raked up and down your body “how old are you anyway, y’look a little young to be huntin all by yourself. I could teach you some special tricks”

They flirted with you, asking you out on what a hunter considered a date which was just drinks and sex and when you declined they’d completely change and turn into the very thing you’d hunted. Monsters.

”I'm twenty, and no thanks” you say turning around to open your car door but before you could he grabbed your arm roughly turning you around “you’ll regret that” he seethed. You yanked your arm out of his grasp putting on a faux thinking face “no, i don't think i will” you said, then got in your car and drove off.

He found you a little over a week later sitting alone in your car on the side of the road. He caught you off guard and forced himself onto you.

He did what he wanted, no matter how hard you pleaded, you’d even apologized, he just grunted above you while the tears flowed down your eyes waiting for it to be over.

After that you began taking up hunts less and less. Life had gotten more shitty and you felt and looked like shit. Nightmares plagued your mind in your sleep and even while you were awake.

Certain noises, smells and even words triggered you. You couldn’t feel more weak.

That was until you met Derek, you were interviewing a family in Seattle when he appeared, seemingly to do the very thing you were doing. You two worked together on the hunt and he asked you out, this time you accepted.

”you’re very beautiful,” Derek said sincerely from the other side of the table in a semi-fancy restaurant he took you to. You laughed “yeah that’s a new one” you joke, though he didn’t take it as one, his face hardened “how could you say that? Y/n you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” he said seriously.

You blush “thank you” you say shyly, thankful for the waiter who finally arrived with the food you’d been waiting half an hour for.

“So how’d you get into hunting?” He asked biting into his steak. You paused, at the memory. “Uh i kind of grew up doing it, not a lot though my parents were normal… I guess. But i moved out and took it up full time” you answer keeping the trauma to yourself.

You were young, stupid, and he was polite, attractive, and three years older than you.

He made you so happy and paid attention to you. He made you feel important unlike your parents, until he got angry. He threw things, broke things, punched holes in walls leaving you to pay for it.

On days like that you’d go stay with Bobby, the man had named himself your unofficial father after finding out what happened between you and yours.

And one specific time you were there and Sam and Dean Winchester were there. You hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to them too much, because they were only visiting for a second but the younger brother had caught your attention immediately.

His gentle eyes sucked you in and it didn’t help that he was extremely attractive.

“Sam Winchester” he introduced himself holding his hand out for you to shake “y/n l/n” you reply accepting his hand, it felt like it belonged in your hand and that was weird to you.

“How do you know Bobby?” He asked. You let out a breathy laugh “i think if i told you you’d run away from me” you say. Sam's eyes softened; he could see that you were dealing with something.

Your appearance was fine, but your eyes gave away everything, they were tired. Drained, barely holding any life and for some reason that made his heart clench.

Before he could say anything Dean had interrupted, saying that they had to hit the road if they wanted to get where they were going before dark. Sam begrudgingly stood up saying goodbye to you.

When he left he took a small piece of the happiness you had left with him.

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[art-the-f-up]

hear me out... what if...

(I'm tired but I'll provide more context in a reblog later)

[sonknuxadow]

its so frustrating how a lot of scu fans cant handle other sonic fans not having the exact same taste in sonic media that they do. like i feel like you can say something negative about literally any other sonic media on here and people generally wouldnt care that much but the second you say anything less than positive about the movies people start getting all weird about it and trying to argue with you ive had it happen to me and seen it happen to others as well .... like the sonic franchise is very big and has many different media types and writing styles not everyone is going to uncritically love everything. get over it ? im not trying to be mean but idk what else to tell you

[tubbytarchia]

gg buddy am I right (ethubs doodle that I don't know what to do with)

[strwbrryfire]

brand new, full throttle

so high school - taylor swift

[every-sanji]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I definitely prefer the David Hemblen/Matthew Waterson versions of Magneto’s voice specifically because they aren’t attempting an Ian McKellen impression. I’m firmly anti-British accent Magneto (and I’m also anti-British accent Charles Xavier, the man is a NEW YORKER, come on). Like I’m okay with him sounding vaguely European but imo, he’s lived in so many countries all over the world that his accent should be hard to place. I think Hemblen and Waterson capture that vibe really well.

Nodding sagely…….

[wholemeallbread]

please somebody tell me im not losing my mind

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

finally caved and started reading all for the game. two chapters into the foxhole court and what kind of gay fucking shit is this! also did not know there were sports in here